.:Slasher One-Shots:.

🖋️ Hannibal:. Catch (1)

Category:. Romance

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You were a simple person to please.

If there were extravagant costumes and a chance to learn some exciting things about the top elite in America, you can bet your ass you'd be there in a second. That explains the reason you were decked out in a white and carmine-colored outfit fancy enough for the rococo era and a bird-like, white mask in the middle of an All Hallows Eve Ball. Of course, you couldn't have gotten into the ball on your own, I mean you were a college student studying Anthropology, that didn't warrant any super important people to want to invite you anywhere. No, you're here because your brother Will Grahm got tickets to study a specific target of his, Hannibal Lecter.

You chuckled to yourself as you thought of the name and the supposed claims behind it. You had no doubts the doctor was a cannibal, and you certainly understood the danger of the man. However, the relationship between him and your brother seemed all too similar to Batman and Joker. An old reference, sure, but didn't stop the smile that spread across your face.

You held a glass of champagne in your hand as you glided around the dance floor. Your brother had left your side to go to the bathroom, which left you alone, occasionally mingling with the other guests to try to learn more about what the social elite thought and how they acted. Dated music played in the background as the dimmed white lights flickered. Your mind drifted off to the distance as a couple's dance was being called. You wondered what it'd be like to attend one of these functions with someone as a date. Would it be weird or romantic? If they were both of the higher-ups attending, then they would have to separate from each other to mingle. What if only one of them was rich and they had to leave the other?

Questions of morbid and odd curiosities ran through your mind before you were startled by a tap on the shoulder. Spinning around you were met with a fox, red lace covered the eyes of the black mask, but aside from that, it looked almost exactly like your dove mask. The fox's body was clad in a black suit, a and red (a red similar to the color of your dress oddly enough) shirt peeked out from underneath his jacket. The fox bowed, and reached his hand out,

"Would you honor me with a dance, Dove?" His voice was smooth and dripped charisma. You giggled at the little nickname. Granted, what else would he call you? You don't know each other, but it was still charming, so you gently took his hand.

"Of course, dear Fox. How could I refuse?" You smiled under the mask, as he gently guided you to the middle of the dance floor as "Some Enchanted Night" played through the ballroom. Your left hand was in his right, and your right hand was on his shoulder, his other hand gently rested on your waist. You both swayed calmly to the music.

"What brings you a party such as this, Dove?" The Fox asked. You couldn't see his eyes from behind the lace, but you could only guess his eyes were focused on you, much like a predator on prey.

"Morbid curiosity," you replied coolly as he spun you.

"Curiosity killed the cat, my dear."

"But satisfaction brought it back, darling."

He chuckled. It was airy and dark, "You're a smart dove, arent you?"

"I've learned to keep up with foxes." As you continued dancing, you got deep into conversation. The typical life questions, how many siblings you have, and how you feel about politics, but what caught your ear was where he said he worked. He said he was a psychiatrist with eccentric cooking skills, which wasn't odd, just familiar. Not to mention his body posture when you said anything about the police and the fact that your brother was a detective. It almost put you off, but again...your curiosity always gets the best of you.