Blood Work

Decent

                                                                                     Blood Work

                                                                                       Ash Huff

She found him, water logged against the black sea face up. At first she didn't know how anyone could survive in the cold water, but his heart was faint, as he was bleeding out. Her training as a nurse kicked in, and before she knew it he was pulled onto her kitchen table as she worked to save his life. She cradled his head and his eye's blinked open, his mouth slacked as he was trying to understand.

" Will..Will.." She peered down at him, her green eyes in sharp focus and locked to his. He reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her hard towards him and in a suitable manner she placed the scalpel against his stomach.

" I'm trying to save your life. If you refuse, I'll gut you and feed you back to the black water you came from."

He released her, nodding, the corner of his lips darting upwards in a smile, but she wasn't there to receive it, working behind him, fearless, sticking herself with a needle to give him a blood transfer.

" I'm O negative, sir. I will need to give you a transfusion quickly, so it will have to be done between us. You'll feel a sharp prick now."

Hannibal mumbled again, the pain meds flooding his system and his dissolve to fight the dark tidal wave that came.

Two weeks later

Hannible was propped up against the large bed, tucked in. He was healing, and with each day his mind grew louder. Will..Will..

He watched her, obsessively. All of her movements were controlled and present. She moved as if she was always on the verge of striking, her healing hands could be stained red just as easily. She moved across his room in silence, even with her back turned she was insightful enough to feel his danger. He couldn't hide behind his mask with her, and that alone created an unsettled madness within him. She knew what he was because they are the same thing, Monsters.

" Do you need anything sir?" Always so polite. She would give him anything he requested.

" No, I'm comfortable Sophia. When will you be returning?"

" Soon, just running to get some supplies. If you are in pain I can cook tonight."

" No, I can manage Sophia. You enjoy my cooking. Don't you?"

She nodded, never smiling at him. He wanted to see a smile from her as much as he wanted to see her scream in pain. He adjusted himself with her laptop as he read over the news. Red Dragon was slain, Will Graham and Dr. Lecter are presumed to be the last victims of the Dragon.

He knew as soon as she entered the house. The smell of fresh Oleanders and her scent, that was hot and musky, sandalwood soap and sexual desire. She placed the white flowers in a bowl, sitting them in his room.

" I saw these and they reminded me of you." Sophia locked eyes on Hannibal. She was testing him.

" How so?" He asked, using his can to slowly rise from the bed.

" The purple spots, reminded me of how your shirt looked, so much blood it was...beautiful."

Hannibal moved close to her, she reacted by moving away. She kept her distance, handing him the items he had requested. Fresh Lamb. Dark Wine. Potatoes. He smiled at her, making his way around the kitchen, as she watched.

She knew who he was. His face was plastered all over the screen and paper. He couldn't figure out why she kept his secret, nursed him from death, and treated him with a nieve softness. How could someone want the monster to live but every moment be frightened? Perhaps she was just as intrigued as he was, two lions circling the small cage.

She was short and thick, with dark jet black hair that fell in waves around her shoulders. Her hips swayed when she moved, her large breast jiggled, and Hannibal took notice of her woman hood even when he didn't want to. Her skin was so pale he could trace the blue veins up her arms and neck, a map of her lifeforce, flowing inside her. She only spoke to him when he addressed her, and her answers were short and sweet. Restricted. Controlled. He could smell her fear and longing, it was similar to someone else he wanted.

They dined, conversation turned into longer sentences, Hannibal pausing only to look at her, to look past her.

The knock on the door broke his concentration. She nodded at him as he made his way away from the table, she quickly taking both plates into the sink before answering.

A man banged again, louder. He shouted at her, and she opened the door familiar with the older man who was clearly drunk.

Hannibal peered out of the door, his hand wrapped around a knife. It felt nice in his hand.

" Sophia. You aren't answering my fucking calls!"

" Dad, you are drunk. That's why. I don't want to engage you like this." Sophia moved away from her father, who swayed and smelled of piss and old beer.

He reached out for her, missing her, turning around.

" You fucking bitch. just like your mother. Just a dumb fat ugly cunt. Gonna take my money and leave? I fucking made you. I..."

Before he could bellow out, she had smacked him, knocking him back against the kitchen counter. He grunted, swaying up, his puffy face bright red. Hannibal opened the door to intervene, but Sophia shook her head, telling him to back down. Hannibal grunted, moving back into the shadow, amused.

Her father swayed towards her, and she calmly pulled out a knife and pressed it into his groin.

" You make one more movement towards me, I swear I'll end you." She looked up at him, her face hardened.

Her father caught the movement of Hannibal, his face twisting, instantly recognizing who he was.

" You fucking bitch..you think you.." and then he screamed. Eye bulging out of his skull. Hot red blood poured out of him, her knife in deep. Hannibal came around him to steady him, not letting him fall back.

She plunged the knife into his belly, tearing his flesh open as her father made a gurgling noise. The blood shot against her white skin, and she didn't flinch. Hannibal finished him off with a quick slash across his throat, splattering Sophia with a baptism of fresh blood. Hannibal let the man sink to the floor to finish dying and came closer to her. He reached out to her, and for once she didn't move away, she looked up at him as he moved her hair from her face.

She smiled.