Meeting Hannibal was supposed to just be a task sent by his job, needing information about his patients. Not were if anyone got to close to Hannibal they’d end up on his door step the next night. It started out calm with anger and even telling the person off about getting to close to him and.. after the first warning without listening. A hand, or maybe even a leg was left in a box at Hannibal’s door step the next night. Hannibal was yours. And only. Yours. at a party a women was getting to close and personal with Hannibal and you just couldn’t help yourself to just make her disappear. It didn’t matter if it was a gun or knife, you made sure Hannibal knew it was you each time. Either the knife with your dna on it or even spit on it.

But each time, the evidence always disappeared before the FBI could get a hold of it and send you to jail. At the party you were watching Hannibal the whole time, viewing his every move and actions but as you watched Hannibal, he move purposely to have a man get close to him to were their body’s were rubbing together as he stared at you.. with those testing eyes of his, almost asking ‘What? gonna kill him next..?’ ..God he was going to be the death of you, in one way or the other.