Chapter 4
(Your POV)
I am on my way to Hannibal's home to have dinner with him. He invited me over and I could just not say no. It is not like he would take no for an answer. So I pull up to his house and into his driveway. I get out of the car and adjust my shirt for what feels like the tenth time. Hannibal is so posh that whenever I am around him, I feel underdressed and out of place. I walk up to his front door and knock on it. I do not have to wait long for Hannibal comes to the door in under two minutes.
I smiled lightly at him "hey... um... I brought you something as thanks." I smiled as I handed him a wine bottle.
"This is a good and rare wine." He tells me as he examines the bottle "Most likely nicely aged."
"Well I hope so." I tell him blushing. "I do not know much about wine or alcohol in general. Since I hardly ever drink."
"Well tonight I hope you will enjoy this with me." He tells me smiling.
"I will, it would be rude not to." I tell him as I walk with him to the kitchen.
He is preparing the meal as I assists with cutting. Hannibal would not let me touch the meat though. Saying he is in charge of that. I just simply nodded and soon the meal was ready. He poured the wine and I took a small sip.
"Delicious, where did you get this?" He asks.
"My ex boyfriend gave it to me for tonight. He normally lives in France but is here on buisness. His family own a wine company and have their own vineyards in France." I tell him.
(Hannibal's POV)
I kept my smile but it was hard to not let it drop and show my true anger. The wine went from a nice taste to bitter and stale in my mind. My anger was only being controlled because my (Name) was here. "That's quite nice so he doesn't mind that you broke up?"
"Yeah we both wanted to break up" she said and smiled as she took another sip of the wine.
"To bad." I tell her. Secretly I am pleased he would not want her. No on can have her but myself.
"Not really we were always better friends than lovers."
I nearly chocked on my wine because of that. I knew that it was a possibility that she had past lovers. The thought still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. And makes me want to skin them all alive. Like Freddie... I would kill her and I would enjoy every last bit of it and serve her to my (Name).
"So I assume you are bisexual." I state.
"I like to not to put a label on it. You like who like as long as you are both legal or not doing anything with a minor. Unless you are a minor yourself. It should not matter the age, race, gender, or anything else. Love is love." She tells me.
I could imagine her accepting me for everything I am and wanting to love me, and only Me. We continue our meal and she enjoys it I know that I cannot kill Freddie Lounds yet, it would be to risky. But when I do I will serve her to (Name) and then take her to my bed. Which will soon be our bed. Then I can show her all the finer things in life. And I know that she would accept me, she didn't really have a choice at all in the matter.
After our meal, (Name) received a phone call.
"She was what!?" She almost shouts into the phone. "Yes, I will be rignt there."
She hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" I ask worried about her.
"Abigail was almost taking by the farmer." I tell him. "I have to go make sure she is okay."
"Let me drive you." I insist.
She nods and we head out to my car and drive to the hospital. I was so worried for Abigail, I was shocked when I heard she was awake I was happy but this wasn't a time to be happy. She was kidnapped and now awake. I am so worried. I rush into the hospital to see Abigail. Once I made it to her room she is sitting up and she looks at me.
"Are you okay?" Is the first thing out of my mouth. I mentally kick myself for asking that. "Of course your not okay."
"I remember you." She whispers. I tense up. "Your the women who saved me." She says tears in her eyes.
I am instantly by her side holding her in my arms. "It is going to okay. I am here." I promise her.
She holds onto me and sobs into my chest. I sit on her bed and just hold her and let her cry all of her feelings out. I know she needs it. I really needed it when it happened to me, I held her head lightly, cradling it as if that would make the pain go away. "I'm just glad you're awake.." I whispered as I held her closer.
Abigail fell asleep with me holding her. I stroked her hair and look over to Hannibal, he is sitting in a chair next to the bed.
"Sorry about cutting our dinner short." I tell him.
"It is alright. You see her as a daughter. You have good mothering instincts."
"Thank you." I thank him smiling. "I will have to make it up to you."
"Maybe a trip to the opera. Once Abigail is feeling better." He tells me.
"That sounds lovely, I would love to go with the opera with you."
"Perfect." He agrees smiling.
I adjust and lay close to Abigail holding her in my arms. Her head on my chest so she could sleep to my heart beat. I smile as I softly hum, running her head, making sure I didn't touch her neck and hurt her by accident. I smiled at her, my motherly side taking over as I kissed her forehead gently as she fell asleep.
(Hannibal's pov)
I smiled a true smile seeing (Name) be motherly to Abigail. It makes me imagine our own children. how she would look heavy with our childen. Then having them grow up and both us always protecting them. I can imagine it all.
(Will's POV)
I wanted to see Abigail as soon as she woke up when I got there. I see (Name) curled up with her. Abigail looks to be asleep. I felt my heart warm at that, (Name) is such a good mother. I can just imagine her with Abigail and hopefully the children we would have.