The Lecter Files: The Unwanted

Part 5 - CRIME OF PASSION

Jame went weeks without seeing Benjamin. He stopped coming into the tailor shop and changed his number. The joy that had filled his life was slipping away. Day after day he made excuses not to get answers in the belief Benjamin missed him just as much. Jame dove into a new hobby of collecting Acherontia atropos, otherwise known as the death's-head hawkmoth.

They were an interesting representation of how a caterpillar starts out plain and simple then transforms into a beautiful symbol of death. Jame wished he could curl up into a cocoon and come out completely changed. On his way to work, he spotted Benjamin with another man. A gorgeous Norwegian sailor with straight white teeth and shiny gold hair.  Benjamin was out in the open holding his hand. Unashamed. Proud to flaunt his new lover in public. Jame woke up to the fact he had been a 'moped'; something people ride but don't want to brag about. All the excuses Benjamin gave him for staying inside and all the compliments were lies just to get what he wanted. Watching them became more important than going to work. Sometimes going home as he stalked them overnight. 

Jame broke into Bejamin's house after he went to work and crawled into bed with his boyfriend, Klaus. He fondled the sleeping beauty who slept in the nude.  He ran his fingers across his muscular thighs and gripped his morning erection. Klaus smiled," Honey, you're going to be late for work."

Klaus rolled over to find a stranger lying next to him. Jame smothered him with Benjamin's pillow. He hated the idea of Klaus's magnificate body going to waste by being buried in the ground. Jame wanted to preserve it somehow. He took a kitchen knife and sliced out a square of Klaus's skin. He then smacked the slab against his body, wearing the skin like an apron.  It made him feel like a pretty boy. He couldn't stop rubbing the skin imagining he was touching himself. He wanted more. He peeled Klaus's face off and wore it on his. Blood drizzled down his next. He admired his reflection in the mirror," Yes, Benny, I've been a bad boy. You wanna fuck me now? Am I pretty enough for you now? "

Benjamin came home to a bed covered in blood but no body. A boutique of flowers sat on the nightstand with a card: 

Love you always 

                                                 -Jame

There was no question, Jame had murdered his latest boy toy, Klaus. The scandal would ruin his career. Jame's hideous face would be plastered on the front page revealing they were lovers. A beauty and the beast tale intertwined with a crime of passion for everyone to gossip about. Forever connected on internet bylines. No, this had to go away before anyone knew the truth. For Jame, covering up his crime was a sign that Benjamin still loved him.

Hannibal escorted the lovely Miss. Marta to a formal french restaurant where he was known by name and sat at the best table. They proceeded to the Havre de Grace Center next to enjoy a common interest - Italian opera. The date seemed perfect except for one orchestra player who was off-key all night. Hannibal's incredibly tuned hearing was angered by that one person, Benjamin Raspail. His very own patient who was obviously unraveling in front of the audience. Hannibal took it personally as if Benjamin's unwillingness to properly medicate was a reflection on his performance as a psychologist. Reputation was gold in his world. 

Benjamin came home to Jame wearing a suit he stole from work," Take me out, Benny."

" No," Benjamin rejected him terrified.

  Jame sat him down at the dining room table and lit a candle. He decided to cook for Benjamin to prove he had grown.