~Dirty {Hannibal Lecter} Secrets~ *One Shot*

I carefully traced the liver with the small blade in my hand. Once I knew that I had completley cut through the tough outer layer, I slowly pried the liver into two seperate pieces. I was focused on the beautiful organ that I had forgotten about the real world around me. The object in my hand was so healthy and strong. I imagined that it's owner was a very intelligent person who lived their life eating at the best they could, and exercising. It almost seemed like a waste for this. It would havebeen the perfect donation. I sketched a picture of the insides of the liver on the paper in front of me. My pencil was smuged with the alien blood that covered most of my rubber gloves. Neatness was no longer a necessity in my mind. I was... entranced.
I didn't realize that someone was speaking something until I saw their arm reach over me. I jumped backwards, dropping the piece of liver, and spun around to look at the arm's owner. Hannibal Lector rolled his eyes at my reaction and grabbed the information sheet that was on the desk next to the liver I was taking apart. "I was just getting one of these," he explained in a calm manner.
"I'm s-sorry," I stuttered before heturned his back to me. He shrugged and headed for his subject. "Geez' I need to wake up," I grumbled aloud. Hannibal replied with his own little snicker.
I almost didn't want to go back to my little project. As I returned to working with the liver, I forced myself to stray about different subjects. I was deciding to move out of the apartment I was renting in, because of the owner. He WAS a creeper after all. I shuddered when his picture came to mind, nearly destroying the liver with the knife. On that terrible note, I faded into a short melodrama with myself. The subject was, well, family.
My father had decided a month ago that he was going to leave to go to the US. I didn't know why such a rich German like him would want to go, though. I hated the idea of him leaving, but he would only be a burden to me. Ever since I came to this Medical school, he had been very.... worried.
When I ended that conversation, I grabbed whatever pieces of the liver that were left into a bag and placed it in a fridgerator. Hannibal stepped next to me to watch what I was doing.
"It's a good thing people can have a choice of who can be their doctor," Hannibal commented randomly.
"Hrm. Why do you say that?" I asked, half listening, half daydreaming.
"Because by it's the mid-point of a surgery, you'll be too spaced to hear anybody."
I rolled my eyes. "Funny," I puffed. "You know I wouldn't do that, Hannibal."
He shrugged, obviously not bothering to laugh at me. "I don't know. Everytime you're in here, you become as distant to me as a person in Hiwaii."
"Oh why? Do you want be close?" I asked as I pouted at him.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Without another word, he started to head for the exit.
"Hey Hannibal?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to go out to eat tonight. Would you like to come?" I asked. My heart quickened momentarily. I hoped that it was only because of the moment.
"You want to get close Annie?" he asked through a strange grin.
A tint of red crossed my cheeks as I laughed. "I guess I do. I need a lab buddy," I whined. I already imagined that term that I used many times in Highschool.
"What time do you want to meet?" he asked.
"How about we'll meet here around eight and then head over to the resturant from there," I said.
"Okay. I'll see you until then."
"Alright. See you later Hannibal."
"Goodbye."
I've grown a crush for Hannibal for a long time now. Us being the only 18 year olds in this god forsaken school. I guess since we were pretty intelligent in the 'fine' arts (even though the people we worked with were dead), they stuck us in this huge lab and whamo! I could tell from here that were going to get whatever job we wanted. Hannibal was the quiet guy among the crowds though. He is the mysterious person everyone wants to know. And unlike the others, he was really, really smart. He never spoke anything out of term, and always somehow flipped his problems so the others would be affected. He was, quite charming. And cute, never forget about that small part.
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I almost forgot to say hello when I saw him. He was dressed up very nicely, and even though his hair is usually slicked back, my heart beat irregularly. He tipped his head to the side as he perked an eyebrow. "Are you alright Saria?" he asked. I returned from my small daze with a little nod. "Erm, sorry. I had a head rush," I lied as a weak smile crossed my lips. He shrugged as he stepped by. He placed his hand on my shoulder and watched me closely. "Next time, take your time getting up," he said. I nodded absently and followed him. As he headed for the passenger side, I quickly walked over to the driver's side and opened the door. I flipped the engine on as he officially closed the door and I drove to the resturant.
Hannibal wouldn't let go about the resturants name. "Peppy Jellyfish?" he repeated again. I hated it how he liked to critisize the things I liked. "It's a seafood place," I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "I would have ever known," he added with a strange smile. Even though I couldn't stand when he made comments like these, I loved his sarcasm. The way how he made the words sound made them sound so exotic.

I tried to continue the conversation. "It sounds like a kiddie-thing, but it's actually very good. Sell the top of the kind wine here, too," I explained.

Once again he perked an eyebrow. "Is that so? Did you have some of it with Spongebob?"

I laughed softly, not trying to sound embarrassed. "No I had it with Popeye," I retorted. To make sure he couldn't see my small blush, I hid my face behind the menu and picked out my dinner.
By the time I had finished my small glass of wine and bowl of clam chowder, we had already switched to a wonderful conversation about our 'subjects'. He had described his corspe that he was checking out earlier in fine detail. I almost felt bad when I glanced at a nearby table to see a young woman turn green. When he was nearly finished with the dissection of aright lobe (of a brain if you didn't know), our meals reached the table. He had ordered a fine fillet as I chose a plate of crab stir fry.
He swallowed the food in his mouth politely before he spoke. "So why did you want to come here? What's your big plan for the future?" he asked calmly as he sliced a small piece off of his fillet.
I shrugged. "My family had always been in the same buisness," I explained. But I dreaded the words once they slipped out of my mouth.
"What buisness?" he asked, curious.
I made sure I didn't make eye contact as I spoke. "Em...Erm..." I could feel my cheeks getting extremely warm.
He was smiling, and he was dying to know. I could tell it in his voice. "Tell me Saria."
I fiddled with my fingers. "It's a product..."
"Yes..."
"Well actually a series of products, but all.... the same... type..."
"I see. But what is it?"
"They're toys..."
"Yes, but what kind?"
"Erm... not for children..."
"Like professional toys like bats?"
"Uh, no. But they sometimes consist... the same shape..."
"Look Saria I would like to play 20 questions all day long, but let's cut it short. What products does your family make?"
I dropped my head so far I nearly hit my plate of food. "....Adult... noveltytoys...." I spoke fast and softly, but he heard, and he had the reaction I knew he was going to have.
I have NEVER heard a man laugh as hard as he did. I sunk into my chair as I hid my tomato-looking face with my hands. His laughter rung through my ears like a churchbell should, but more painful. I didn't pull my head back up even when he stopped laughing.
"Wow," he gasped. "I wasn't... expecting that."
I nodded my head. "A lot of people say that," I murmured.
"How many did you tell?"
A pause of silence overwhelmed the resturant room before I spoke again. "Not many," I said through a pained look.
I was prepared for him to laugh again, but he only smiled. "At least you're able to admit it," he chuckled.
I winced. "It's not easy." I tried to go back to my eating, but everyone was so shocked at Hannibal's laughter that they just stared at us. I could feel their eyes on my back as I tried to take small fork fulls. When I was so tortured by them I was about to throw up, Hannibal spoke for me. "My dear friends, it's impolite to stare," he said calmly. Slowly, the people turned around to finish their dinners.
"Thank you," I whispered even though I was still red.
The strange smile crossed his lips. "No problem."
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The moment I exited from the building the cold shook through me. I clutched at my jacket with a deathgrip, pulling it as close to my body as I could. Hannibal chuckled softly and gave me his jacket. It's smell entoxicated me for some reason. It smelled like mushrooms and something I wasn't sure of. It had a strong scent though, and I loved it (O.o... ^-^')
Hannibal opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I should be the one driving, hun," I murmured. He tilted his head when I said 'hun', but it seemed like he didn't mind. "Well angel I would let you, but I know where we're going," he replied with a soft smile. I rolled my eyes and slipped inside the car.
He turned the engine on with ease and watched me from the corner of his eyes. "Thank you for inviting me," he said politely.
I shrugged. "Thank you for coming," I replied back with a small smile.
A strange smile crossed his lips again. He turned his head to give me a questioning look. "I bet you think I don't want to talk to you now," he stated.
I tried to act confused even though I knew what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"
He rolled his eyes for the millioneth time. "You're not your family. Actually I'm glad that you decided not to do that. It would have been... embarrassing."
A tint of red crossed my cheeks as I clutched my forehead. "I'm sorry I told you."
He laughed again. It wasn't that I didn't like it when he laughed, because truthfully, I thought it was the most enchanting thing to hear. It was just the fact that he loved to laugh at me. "You're fine. Tell me though. Did you ever have to... well..."
I never heard him sound embarrassed to say something before. In the dim light I could see the small blush that was forming on his face. "What is it Hannibal?"
"Did you ever have to... test them out yourself?"
I expected myself to blush madily, but I only laughed. I clutched my rib cage for support as I lurched forward. When I had to gasp for air, I forced myself to stop laughing so I could survive. "N-no. I wouldn't degrade myself-" I tried to finish but the air escaped my mouth before I could finish.
Hannibal was shocked at my reaction, but he recovered before I could see his shocked expression. "Oh, well that's always good. But it's okay if you did."
I managed to give him a wary look before he continued.
"I mean it makes sense if you were lonely..."
"Psh! I would rather find some prostitute on the sidewalk before that," I interupted with a strange smile of my own.
He pressed against the brake as we came to a red light. "Is that so?" he asked.
I nodded. "Hannibal you've known me for a month in a half at least. People doing things like that is... just disgusting. I would think you would know my opinions about many things right now."
"I do. But we don't have conversations like this, do we?"
"Umm... no."
He leaned forward enough that I couldn't see his expression in the darkness. "So a prostitute, huh?" he repeated. The words sounded like he was trying to imply something, but I didn't know what.
I bit my lip as I rethought what I said. "Probably not even that. With all of the diseases... yeah... no."
He seemed to drift into thought, even though a smirk was plastered on his face. "I see. What about psychos?"
That question boggled my mind momentarily. "I dunno. It depends, I guess."
"Like what?"
"If he still has a human mind and doesn't constantly talk with his other selves."
As the light flashed green, he turned his head back to the road. He nodded as he turned to the right. "That makes sense," he said, but I could tell he was still pondering about my answer.
"Why do you ask?" I asked.
"My jacket smelt different, didn't it?" he asked.
I nodded. "Very. What was-"
"Did you like it?"
I nodded again. "What was it?"
He licked his lips. "My speciality. Maybe sometime I can make it for you."
(O-o... ^-^)
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(Oh ho you thought it was done!!! Well it's not!!!)
I hadn't realized it was late until I looked at the clock. 7:15. I furrowed my eyebrows as I started to clean up my desk. "Hannibal?" I called out to him, not turning to look at him.
He "hmn"ed me. "How long will you be staying Hannibal?" I asked.
"For a while Saria. Why do you ask?" he wondered.
"I was just wondering. It's 7 already and you look like you just started," I replied.
"Oh. It might be a while, but I'll get home okay," he said in a sweet voice. I could feel his gorgeous blue eyes watching me. "You worry too much angel." I didn't know if he had figured it out already, but I secretly loathed my new nickname. It made my cheeks warm everytime the word came out of his lips.
"I will always worry about your health, hun. It's a bad habit," I replied back. I finished throwing away the garbage and pulled the rubber gloves off of my hand. I turned to see Hannibal heading for his new 'subject'. "I'll see you later then. Hope you get home at a reasonable time," I said with a smile. Hannibal gave me his usual nod goodbye and continued with his work. I washed my hands, grabbed my stuff, and headed for my home.
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I moaned in surrender as I started to go to my car. I was so stupid! While I was leaving, I forgot to get my medical information papers that I was supposed to work on! I drove to the school to find it extremely dark. Good thing the principal was smart to give me a janiter's key. I unlocked the front door and slipped through silently. With a loud click, I locked the door and started to head down the dark hallways. I found the room in a matter of minutes, but realized that the papers were nowhere in sight. "Did I leave them in the preservation room?" I thought aloud. Answering my own question, I walked through the small hallway and slide open the door. "Hannibal?" I called. It was only 8:30. There was no way that he could be done so earily!
As I expected, his corpse was lying on a metal table, his stomach carefully cut open. I glanced around through the poorly lit room to only see the hooks and chains that hooked onto the dead people. No Hannibal. I stepped forward, glancing around the room without much attention to where I was going...
THUD!!
I cupped my hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream as I jumped backwards. Under me I saw a man with black hair scream silently in the preserving liquid. My eyes widened as I watched in horror as his lungs exploded inside of him. The light faded from his eyes as he sank backwards, disappearing from my sight. I stepped back as my body shuddered. I could feel the urge to scream boil in my throat but the feeling disappeared dramatically. A warm hand clasped over my mouth, shoving the scream back down into my stomach. I cringed in fear. The stranger, no. The murderer spoke darkly in my ear.
Hannibal pulled me deeper into his grasp around me. "I thought you weren't going to come back," he murmured. "Don't scream Saria, or'll I will shut you up. Will you stay quiet?" he asked, not even bothering to sound nice.
I nodded and watched as he removed my hand. He smiled when I stayed silent. "Good angel," he chuckled. He was starting to pull off his rubber gloves when I forced words to escape past my shivering lips.
"W-who i-is th-th-that?" I asked, horrified.
"That is Zigmas Milko," he stated with a small grin.
"Why?!"
"He was a Nazi, Saria. He also was one of the people that ate my sister Mischa," he said calmly.
I couldn't stop myself from staring at him, petrified. He watched me closely before a menacing smile crossed his face. "That's right. You don't know." I was afraid to admit it. I didn't want to admit but... he enjoyed watching me act in the state I was! "When I was little during the war, my family tried to live peacefully. They only wanted to kill the Jews that lived with us, but instead, my parents were slaughtered, leaving only me and my sister. Then a group of Nazi's came into our home. They took what left of our food was there, and then... Well you get the idea."
I squeezed my eyes shut so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. My knees buckled,and I hit the floor with a soft thump. I covered my mouth so he couldn't see my expression. I was so scared. My heart was racing so hard it hurt and my head was pulsing. I was so afraid I didn't even know what safe was. I was shivering.
"Don't be scared Saria. I have no intentions in hurting you," he mused as he scooped me up. I continued to keep my eyes shut. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to see where he was taking me. I just wanted to get away from him.
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"You shouldn't be scared anymore, Saria," Hannibal grumbled.
"Fuck you," I spat. I was huddled in the back seat of the car, trying to be as far away from him as I could.
"I thought you were intelligent and didn't use such vile words," he mused.
I turned my head so I could glare at him. "I'm sorry. The next time someone murders someone I won't act like this!" I growled.
He shrugged, but continued to eye me using the rear view mirror. "Just calm down, Saria. No need for mean words."
I returned to watching out the window. "Yeah killing people is PERFECTLY NORMAL nowadays."
"Saria-" he sighed.
"Keep your eyes on the road Hannibal or you might just get into an accident. You'll kill me then," I grumbled.
He rolled his eyes. Did he think I was playing with him? "How about this? I'll take you to my place so you can settle down a little bit."
"Oooooooh that's wise. What's your ultimate plan Hannibal? Kill a man for me and then you're going to just sweep me off my feet?!?!"
He shrugged. "I guess not."
"How about this? You give me a phone, and I call buddies of mine. They'll take you to a place that's REALLY SAFE! You'll get a cool jacket, and then an awesome room! You can do a flip and not break your neck!"
"Sounds like a good idea, but no."
"Go to hell Hannibal."
"I already knew that. Besides you're joining me."
"Psh, bull crap. You can boil in your own pot!"
He sighed deeply. "Very intelligent Saria. Truly intelligent."
"FUCK YOU!"
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I wasn't sure where I was anymore. All I knew was that we were no longer in the town but in a forest. Hannibal stopped watching me through the rear view mirror and silently drove. My fury seemed to vanish inside of me and the fear returned. I found myself shivering so horribly that I was to the brink of crying. I pulled my legs close to my chest as I hid my face in my arms. "Why me?" I cried softly. When I was ready to freeze from my remorse and horror, a warm cloth landed next to me. I picked up my head to see a furry blanket. Without thought, I tightly wrapped the blanket around me, covering all parts of my body except for my head.
"You looked tired," Hannibal finally said. He didn't look at me.
I watched him in silence for a few minutes. When I spoke, my voice cracked and it was terribly hoarse. "Why me?" I whispered to him.
"I wasn't planning for you to see him. I was planning on taking care of him later so you couldn't, but..." He took a long pause before he continued. "You weren't supposed to see him, but I can't change the past."
A memory clicked into place simultaneously as he spoke. "The b-butcher. What happened to him?"
"I taught him a lesson," he simply said.
I dropped my head. "So that Popil guy was right. You're... eating people?" I wanted it to be a lie. It HAD to be a lie! He was a killer, but was he a... A Cannibal?
His calm look mutated into a harsh expression. "Why do you listen to him? He's just a ignorant bastard who doesn't think quite clearly. He's-"
"You're speciality. What is it?"
For the first time I had ever known this man I use to think as a friend revealed something in his look that I had never thought I would see. Fear.
"Hannibal..." I tried to make my voice sound like it use to. I tried to make it persuasive, maybe sweet. "What was it?"
Hannibal closed his eyes as he spoke. "The cheeks are the best part of many animals, you see." I could see the anger and darkness that roamed in his eyes now. His frown flipped into a crooked smile. "I decided that I was going to have a small meal after I met a good friend..."
I didn't want to hear anymore. Even though my mouth was shut, my insides screamed in agony. This man I cared for, maybe even more then that, was a CANNIBAL! That was the intoxicating smell that overwhelmed his jacket. He had eaten the cheeks of some person!
I could feel my stomach lurch in agony. I squeezed my eyes shut as the tears ran down my cheeks. I was going to throw up. I had heard enough from him and I wanted out. I searched the door for the handle and pulled at it. It was useless though. I knew that he had child-locked them so I couldn't get out. I curled tighter into a ball and cowered in the blanket until the car came to a stop.
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I was tired. I cried silently until my body ached from the shivers that rose up and down my body, numbing every muscle possible. My throat hurt tremendously; I didn't allow myself to be heard as I cried. The blanket was little help for me since I continued to shudder. My stomach did another summersalt (sp?) as I flipped to my other side. The side door opened and miliseconds later warm arms scooped me up. I heard a door open, then felt Hannibal's body move as he took his steps forward. He placed me down on a soft mattress, then pulled the blanket away from me. He pulled me into a comfortable position, then placed several blankets over me.
"Go to sleep Saria. I'll explain everything better tomarrow," he said softly. He rubbed my shoulder with his hand for a couple of moments.
I refused to look back at him. "Fuck you Hannibal," I whispered as I started to drift away.
He breathed a smile. "Good night angel," he chuckled and kissed me on my forehead. I was already lost in a dream to notice.
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I woke up finding myself in a nice looking room. The room was mainly a nice red, but pictures of people and places hung everywhere. I glanced around to see Hannibal's belongings neatly placed next to his cabinets. I failed to notice that some of the pictures had red X's running through them, though. I quietly got off of the bed and stuffed the pillows under the blanket. I tried my best to make them look likea person. I tiptoed past the closed bathroom and started to head for the door.
"Where are you going?" Hannibal asked from behind.
I nearly lept for the door, but he grabbed onto my wrist. "Let go!" I spat softly.
That cocky smile that he wore millions of times grew across his face. "Didn't I tell you that we were going to settle this in the morning?" he asked, jerking me away from the door.
"Ow!" I moaned. I lost my footing and started to fall to the ground. Hannibal caught me in time, keeping me close to his chest. I didn't realize it was bare until I could feel his warm skin pierce through my shirt.
"You're still tired from last night," he stated. He walked me to the edge of the bed and set me down carefully. "No wonder I could hear you from a mile away," he chuckled.
"Fuck you," I growled. He was right, though. I was still numb in many places, and my hands were shaking hysterically.
He chuckled softly to himself. "No matter how many times you say that, I don't care," he said with a large grin.
"Okay then. F-U-C-K YOU."
He examined me closely before spoke again. "What you saw last night... I can't let you going around telling you people what you saw, so..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. With a click the small bladetouched my throat. "Now the question is: Should I kill you, or not?"
I closed my eyes, feeling the tears threaten to form in my eyes again. "Is this a game to you?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know exactly. All I know is that I need to find Grutas so I'll get my revenge," he explained.
"Oh so you can finally say that your sister's killers are now dead for what they did?! If I were Mischa, I would have killed you a long time ago! Doing what you're doing is-"
"Shut up!" he yelled, his cocky voice now sour. Hatred pumped into his eyes now. He pressed the sharp blade a little harder against my neck. "You have no idea what is right or wrong Saria. Keep your mouth shut, and you can keep your life!"
I knew now what he was. He was a cold hearted monster. He lived his whole life on revenge and nothing was going to stop him. There was nothing part of him that was humane. He was...
I couldn't finish my assumption. As the tears broke through my barrier, I grabbed onto his hand that held the knife. "If you're going to kill me, do it!" I spat. "If not, just let me go. There is no way in hell I would EVER want to talk about YOU."
I imagined a smile to grow across his face, but nothing changed his expression. With a cold shove, he pushed me out of his room, leaving me helpless and destroyed. Using the wall as my guide, I slowly walked out of the apartment.
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Daddy wouldn't shut up, making me extremely irritated. "Are you sure you're alright honey?" he asked in his worried tone.
"I'm fine, Dad. I've just had a rough week, that's all," I murmured back. I was walking down the sidewalk with the cellphone close to my ear.
"You couldn't even talk to me Tuesday, Saria!" he whined. That's right. That's the day after that disgusting mess. "What happened?"
I ignored his voice that was getting louder by the minute. "Look I just had a long and rough day, okay? A subject or project thing went wrong. And for God's sake Dad! I'm eighteen years old! I think I can handle myself!" I crowed into my dad's ear.
"Oh, well..." I had really hurt him, and I could tell.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap..." I moaned, already felling the guilt wash over me.
He was about to say something but I was out before then.
I woke up finding myself tied up. My head wasn't as dizzy as I thought it would be, but it hurt. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't get sick from the blurry vision and waited for my head to stop spinning. When I felt good enough, I opened my eyes. I was tied to a wooden chair in the middle of what seemed like a dining room. Next to me was a table with objects that I couldn't make out. I smelt water. A lake or a river maybe? I wasn't sure, but it was humid and warm.
"It's about time you woke up," a dark voice grumbled. I turned my head to see a man. He looked like he was in his mid-forties and by his accent he was German. "Didn't think I hit you that hard."
I formed a cold look on my face. "Why did you-?" I tried to finish, but I couldn't make out the words. "Who... are you?"
"I'm Vladis Grutas."
Grutas? Wasn't that what...? A rush of worry elasped over me. "What do you want from me?" I asked, the too familliar shivers threatening to return.
The man smiled menacingly. "Why I saw you leave young Hannibal's room a couple days ago. You're worth something to him," he said through his gross teeth.
"I'm sorry but you've mistaken-" I stuttered. He was going to use me as bait.
"He knows where I am, and he'll come for you. That's when I'll end this all."
But he won't come! He hates me! I screeched in my head. I was ready to speak, but Grutas answered my question for me.
"And if he doesn't come, I'll kill you. There's no reason to keep worthless things around,"
I closed my eyes once more as I started to shudder. Fuck! I'll never have a proper life now! I'm sorry Dad! I'm sorry Mom! I wish I never came to this stupid country!
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BOOM!!!