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“The Ripper’s Child” or “Son of Il Mostro di Firenze”

Prelude - Remembering How it all Started in the First Place

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

“Alright, Dr, Lecter. Let’s go. Court starting in 3 minutes. Get dressed into this suit.”

Those words echo and re-echo in my mind, reverberating around it with noise and clarity as I change out of the blue starchy uniform into the suit for the Court Case that is coming up.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror of the prison bathroom that came with this prison of three solid walls and one of glass with air-holes to breathe, I see another version of myself wearing a white striped shirt covered in blood and looking like been battered to hell by something or for that matter when everything had gone wrong that night by…the one person who changed me.

“Two minutes, Lecter.”

I hear the Orderly shouting through the open bathroom door.

Taking a deep breath in and out to calm myself, I slip the suit jacket on and button it up followed by sorting the collar of the white shirt then look at the tie hanging over the towel railing. I could use it to escape, strangle the first Orderly and stun the other one with his baton then cause carnage, mayhem and disorder around me.

I leave it behind, even though I want to escape from this place I had been put in by…the one person who I would be meeting in Court.

But what I really should be telling you, Dear Readers is how it all begin and what set off this chain of events in the first place.

Chapter 2: Child of the Storm

Summary:

“Have you seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.” – Hannibal, Season 3 – Red Dragon Episode

Submitted by @unknownmusing - read in full under the cut

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Lightening booms overhead, illuminating the trees in the large forest while rain starts to fall down heavily as small Alpha child runs weakly through it, nearly stumbling over hidden branches and stones. Their breath is coming in laboured gasps due to running for so long and finally they reach a car.

“MAMA!!!!” they try to shout in the now howling wind, which has now started up causing the rain to lash heavily at everything and whip the trees back and forth that you can hear the creaking groans each-time roots buried deep beneath the soil are nearly pulled out by the strength.

Trembling and soaked to the bone, the small child quickly scrambles into the car when they find it is open and the car keys have been left on the dashboard then scrambling for them, know they must get out of here.

He…mustn’t find them.

A fiercer wind now has begun to pick up like it is trying to keep the small child from escaping as they drive past a sigh which is illuminated briefly by the beaming headlights saying “WOLFTRAP, VIRGINIA. WELCOME!!!” then keep on driving into the darkness down the large empty road, with the windscreen wipers going back and forth trying to get rid of the lashing rain.

Suddenly out of the darkness, a branch comes flying towards the car and hits the windscreen with such force it cracks it causing the small frightened child to lose momentum of the car. The tires start to spin across the wet surface of the road, sending waves of water splashing in all directions and sea bluish-green eyes widened as they see the large tree coming towards them.

The small child, blood trickling down their forehead from somewhere stumbles out the car swaying slightly when black spots appear before their eyes – dancing little shadows reminding them strangely of flies – and manage to walk forwards a few steps then gives soft moan, when their legs give out from underneath them and they land with muffled thump on the grassy verge out cold.

Up above, lightening still flashes across the sky illuminating the black rolling storm clouds and rain continues to fall downwards as smoke starts to rise from the car with its front crumpled like coke-can after hitting a large towering tree with branches looking like long wicked fingers reaching down to the small child below.

To snare them into their grasp.

Chapter 3: The First Meeting

Summary:

Quote – “Tell me about your Mother.” – Hannibal talking to Will about Parenthood in Season 1

Set 12 days after the incident that happened.

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12 DAYS LATER

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

“Please?”

Franklyn Froviendeux, a pudgy Beta man reaches out his hand to me, asking for the box of tissues to my right hand side and picking them up hold it out to him as he reaches for it then sits back after getting some wiping his eyes of the tears, followed by blowing his nose noisily.

“I hate being this neurotic.” He states to me, when I place the tissue box back on the small glass table next to my right arm.

“If you weren’t neurotic, Franklyn, you would be something much worse.” I reply, by curling slightly in displeasure leaving the crumpled tissue on the small table at the sight and he settles back into the chair. “Our brain is designed to experience anxiety in short bursts. Due to your neuroses you experience more of it.”

He goes to say something only to close his mouth because I’m right in what I say and so continue speaking to him. “Franklyn, you have to understand you perceive it as almost like lion in the room.”

“And?” He asks me, the ticking of the Grandfather clock filling the office space around us and wonder why this poor, bumbling fool couldn’t move on to a new Therapist instead of hanging around me.

“When the lion is in the room, I will tell you.” I reply, making him accept the answer for now and thus ending our session for today.

Opening the back office door, I still at the sight of large burly black man who stands immediately mistaking immediately Franklyn for myself and it is only when I correct him that Franklyn gives a sigh of relief then I remind the man “Same time next week, Franklyn. Please don’t be late this time.” then a little voice pipes up with “Rude” making me frown to look around the large, burly black man to see who has spoken and see sitting in one of the waiting room seats is small young boy of eleven years old scowling for some reason.

“Will!!?” the large, burly man admonishes the young boy who slides off the chair and comes over to him, staying very close to his leg – like a duckling following their parents feet – glaring up at me with sea blueish-green eyes.

There was fire in those eyes that I could see and it made me wonder what had stoked those flames to make such a strange Alpha child in front of me. I indicate for them to both come inside the office and see Franklyn is still hanging around making me look at him seeing he is watching the small child.

“Franklyn, don’t you have elsewhere to be?” I ask him, drawing him out of the haze he is in and looks at me trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

“Sorry, what!!!? Oh.” He says, realising he gotten distracted and turns his gaze to me still standing at the doorway of the back office door. “It’s just that….I thought for minute there that child was your son or something.”

These words jolt me unexpectly and looking back at the young boy, see is now sitting on the chaise lounge – feet dangling and not touching the floor.

“No matter. Umm, see you next week, Dr, Lecter.” He says, waving it off like he not said it all to me and quickly leaves before I can say anything back about how unspeakably rude it had been to think that.

Closing the back office door, I turn to face my two new guests and heading over to the glass tables clean away the discarded crumpled tissue in the bin then turn to face the large, burly black man.

“Detective Jack Crawford of the F.B.I Science and Behavioural Unit.” He introduces himself, holding out a hand for me to shake and taking it in mine feeling the firm grip of it.

Crawford lets go of my hand, choosing to sit down in one of the leather seats – thankfully the one Franklyn had been sitting in – and sit down myself crossing one leg over the other feeling the gaze of the young boy called Will on me.

“So, what brings you to my door?” I ask him, seeing how he is thinking of how to voice his answer to me and trying to keep on Will, who has gotten of the chaise lounge to have a explore around my office looking at the paintings of artwork on the walls and to the ladder leading up to the mezzanine library.

“It’s about if you are willing to become a Therapist for….Will, even though he is child of eleven years old. You have to understand, Dr. Lecter, Will was involved in horrendous accident twelve days ago near Wolftrap, Virginia.” He says, clasping his hands together as I see Will has clambered up the ladder to have look around at my extensive book collection.

“Jack, you have to understand the legal obligations here.” I state to him. “I signed the Therapist Legislation Contract, which states only patients of certain age can be interviewed. Like for example if they are child under the age of 18 then a Guardian or Parent must be present during the appointment. I can’t just talk to Will alone.”

He accepts this statement, followed by flicking his gaze up to the said child up in the mezzanine library and making me look up at as well seeing the young boy is flicking through one of my notebooks of Medical History from when I had been at John Hopkins’s as an E.R. surgeon.

“Excuse me, Jack.” I say politely, getting up out the chair and heading over to the ladder climb up seeing how Will lifts his head to see what is happening then lowers it back down again.

I go around to where he is sitting on the floor, looking down at what he is looking at - my sketching of the Wound Man – and bending down so we’re eye level then reach for it, only for the young boy to pull the notebook out of my reach.

“Will, do you mind returning…what you took please? I’m rather punctual in keeping everything in order in this office. Including my sketching’s and notebooks.” I say, telling the young boy and wait until he gives small huff of irritation, handing it back with my sketch and gets up walking past me as I stop him again from going any further.

“And my scalpel, Will.”

“I don’t what you’re talking about.” He says naively, causing me to reach for where I know it is hidden and he strikes so fast – like a cobra lunging with fangs bared – that it is only my quick second reflexes that save me from having my eye stabbed out as I feel my own scalpel draw blood from my cheek.

Now holding his delicate little wrist in my large hand, I find myself glaring down into defiant sea bluish-green eyes and ignoring the light trickle of blood running down my cheek then suddenly the little boy leans upwards on the tip of his toes, lapping it up with his tongue causing me to flinch backwards at the action.

I let him go, watching him scramble away from me and down the ladder so fast that I don’t have even have time to reach him. I stop at the top of the ladder, when Jack who had gone out of the office to answer a phone call comes back in and Will immediately latches onto him gripping his long coat tightly with his little hands.

“Dr. Lecter, is everything alright?” He asks me, when I descend the ladder to lower floor and getting out my handerkerchief of my breast pocket wipe the trickle of blood from the cut on my cheek.

“Everything is fine, Detective Crawford. It’s nothing to be concerned about.” I lie to him, heading over to my desk to sit down to compose myself and placing the notebook in the drawer where other objects lay within - an ultrascan photo of when I been pregnant with Abigail; a photo of me and Garret on our wedding day and a form stating myself as Omegan and working as a legal Therapist from the Baltimore Therapist Board Office

I close it. It would not be a good thing to remember the past at the moment and getting back out the chair head around the desk to go over to Crawford.

“I’m afraid something has come up, Dr. Lecter and must be going with Will now. It is okay to see you…umm…next Thursday?”

I’m asked, while I remember that was usually my most busy day of appointments with patients.

“I’ll see if I can fit you in. Thursdays though are my busy days, I’m afraid.”

“Understandable. Phone this number if you have a free space.”

He hands me a card with the number for his office at F.B.I Behavioural and Science Unit, which I calmly slip into my breast pocket and watch them calmly leave as they had both come in.

“MUM!!?” Abigail shouts, surprised to see me and runs over to me, with the rifle hanging on her shoulder jostling with the movement then finally his in my warm embrace, making me smile softly down at her and kiss the crown of head lightly.

“Hello, Little Deer.” I say, using my affectionate nickname for her and notice Garret – my Husband even though he was married as well to Susan Garret Hobbs nee Dubri - as appeared walking up to us both then Abigail slips away from me to head home, when he gives a certain look that he wants to be alone with me.

“I’ve…missed you.” Garret says, stepping close to pull me into his embrace and walk me over to the Hunting Lodge.

Where inside the long oak table has been wiped down and yet, I can see evidence of what I had asked him to promise me after Abigail’s birth not continue to do because he would get caught as he walks me into the downstairs area closing the door behind.

“Garret, you promised me you would stop this.” I say, making him turn to face me and pulls me close to him to place me between his spread legs brushing the aroused bulge within his trousers against my groin forcing me to tremble slightly when tingles run up my thighs to make wetness start to pool between the wet heated core of my body.

“Hannibal. Hannibal.” He admonishes me, placing the palm of his hand on my chest to soon slip it downwards before I can stop him to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my suit trousers then flicks his gaze up to me, seeing how I’m trying so hard to keep a calm composure continues to speak by saying. “I’m…gonna taste you and…you’re going to let me, because you know what will happen if you don’t.”

He pulls the zip downwards, followed by whirling me around to place down on the long oak table where he just gutted his latest victim – a young girl who looked like Abigail because he honoured every part of her – and bends his head downwards after pulling the suit trousers down, along with my boxers and surges forwards to lap up the slick that has formed in his presence because he was an Alpha and I’m a Omega.

Tremors run through my thighs, followed by tilting my head backwards and wish I had the strength to tell him that we can’t do this anymore as lewd slick slurping and lapping noises reach my ears at the sametime his fingers spread me more apart so he can delve his tongue right within.

He swirls it around, tasting my innermost core of me.

He devours me.

In his mind….he is honouring me by doing this to me.

Chapter 4: “When a Tongue Offends One, Cut it Out”

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24 YEARS LATER

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

Beautiful soprano filled with rich harmony fills my ears as I sit among thousands of others listening to the Opera singer for the Baltimore Charity Fundraising Ball hosted by Madame Chairwoman – a female Alpha herself - followed by her coming to rousing finish. I’m the first to stand up and clap followed by everyone else doing the same at her amazing vocals.

Lowering my hands as the Opera Singer steps off the stage to shake hands with Rich elite of Baltimore society after such a fine performance it is when I sense I’m being watched by someone behind making me look over my shoulder to see one person I had not expected to see after all this time.

Will Graham, grown up and no longer the little eleven year old boy who come into my office with Jack Crawford. But now a young Alpha man of in his 30s and without Jack’s companionship meaning he was here on his own free terms then walks over to me, making me turn fully to face him.

“Surprised to see me, Dr. Lecter?” He asks me, in his rich seductive Louisiana accent of his it causes a shiver of aching want to pool deep within me down below and go to reply, when female voice interrupts us both.

“Hannibal!! There you are hiding.” Madame Chairwomen says, drawing some attention of a group from the Baltimore Surgeons’ Society to my displeasure which I not wanted and holding out my arm for her lead her out into the main ballroom where thankfully there no longer their prying eyes.

“Apologies. You know how hot in can get in there.” I lie, when she gives me a certain look of “Explain?” and she accepts this for now as Will comes over holding three glasses – one which he hands to me.

I take it off him, feeling in the process are fingertips brush causing a slight spark to jump between them and pulling my hand away with the glass can still feel a faint tingle residual of it.

Will doesn’t seem to show he has been affected by it at all and starts talking to the Soprano singer – who was born in France, Paris – in French Creole, where I internally consider turning her into a Tableau when she doesn’t bother to hide a sneer of “Who is this person and why should I be so bothered? Because my Daddy is the Senator Gruntos – a superior Alpha who is planning to win the next Election coming up.”

I take a sip of the drink, wincing at the slight taste of cheap champagne assaulting my taste-buds and place it on serving tray as waiter passes by looking to take one’s away then notice that among the Baltimore Surgeons’ Society is my old friend Dr. Donald Sutcliffe who politely excuses himself from his friends to come over to me.

“Hannibal, thought it was you. Good to see you again.” The Alpha says, filling my nostrils with the scent of cheap cologne and his musk, not holding out his hand though to me to shake.

Meaning he was still not getting over the fact I had lied about my status when I had been an E.R. Surgeon at John Hopkins’s Hospital in not saying on the official document for it that I was an Omega. I had lied by saying my status was Alpha at the time.

“You too, Donald. Drinking with the higher elite Surgeons are we I see.” I state making him, curl his lip slightly at me and step closer when Will suddenly appears beside me slipping his hand around my waist tightening his hold on it.

This makes Donald, step back seeing a more powerful Alpha beside me and heads back to the group Baltimore Surgeons’ Society leaving me alone with Will.

Senator Gruntos daughter – not yet Presented - would be dearly missed by all of the Baltimore Rich Society. Not by me, while I calmly watch her weakly crawl across the polished floor of her kitchen in her gaudy apartment with myself walking silently behind her then grabbing hold of her, pull her upwards to flip her onto back.

I shush her calmly, cupping both her cheeks and for moment she relaxes thinking I’m going to let her go when she notices I’m smirking down at her then bending down grab her tongue with Omegan fangs, ripping it hard severing muscle and tissue from her mouth. Blood fills her mouth, dribbling down the sides of it. Something though makes me crawl backwards on my hands and knees until hands suddenly touch my hips.

I stiffen at the heat coming from them that seems to spread through the plastic suit I wear over my suit and whoever they are lean over me to nuzzle my nape. Where my unblemished Crest rests, feeling soon a piece of fabric being placed around my eyes, blocking out my sight to effectively paralyze me.

In Ancient Japan, this technique had been used by Alpha Warlords to calm their Omega mates during and after childbirth or even when they were going into Heat to make sure they were utterly subdued.

Lips take hold of the severed tongue, I hold between my fangs – curved and wicked looking when unsheathed – and begins to chew it until the warm, moist lips cover mine – devouring in such a way, I mewl heavily begging the unknown Alpha or Omega to do something. Anything.

I couldn’t tell if they were Alpha or Omega because there is no scent coming from them then let go of my lips, moving away as I hear Senator Gruntos daughter being dragged away across the polished floor then silence, except for the thudding of my heart against my ribcage.

Chapter 6: Obeying an Alpha who is the Father of One’s Pup Growing Within One

Summary:

Plot Twist!!!

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14 DAYS LATER

“Dr. Lecter…are you alright? You look pale. Your not sick are you?”

Franklyn - the pudgy Beta man and my last client for tonight - asks me, making me resist temption to snap his neck and yet, he was right that I wasn’t alright as I had feeling so ill that…even being near other clients who was Alpha’s it made flinch at their scent and wish that Alpha who had disturbed me when I been about to kill Senator Gruntos’ daughter would come to my office.

“Franklyn, I’m afraid I’m going to finish your appointment early. It seems you were right in that I’m coming down with something.” I reply, standing up at the same-time he does and heading to the door just as sharp pain ripples across my abdomen making me place a hand to it.

Franklyn reaches out with his hands. But I glare at him, stopping him in his tracks and indicate he should leave as I manage to open the door with one hand then notice he is not moving and looking at someone.

Turning my head, I see it is Will and next to him a small child looking just like him.

After Franklyn has left, Will sits across from me as the little Pup walks around my office exploring everything and something in me wants to nurture. Take the little one, comfort him for some reason and yet, don’t expect the little one to come over to me then immediately clamber into my lap, making me stiffen heavily at the action of it.

“Will……This child…. Could you, please?” I ask him, only for the little one to reach up cupping both my cheeks in his hands saying something that makes my heart skip a double beat “Mama.“ then picking up the child, I get up and walk over to Will depositing the child in his lap saying to him. "Don’t ever……come back here again. I don’t want…to see you.”

Will gets up placing the child down on the leather armchair and pads towards me. Filling my nostrils with calming Alpha pheromones to make me submissive to him and finding myself snarling at him with fangs bared when he reaches for me then a sharp pain chooses at the most inconvenient time to go across my abdomen making me give a slight Omegan wail as he takes hold of me, placing one hand to it.

“If……your thinking I’m leaving. I’m not. Your Unbonded Omega as you never Bonded with Garrett Jacob Hobbs and….if your secret gets out your also pregnant then you lose your repetition.” Will says, bending his head down my neck starting to scent-mark it is causing me to give an Omegan whimper to stop him.

This was too much.

Whatever it was he was doing to me to make me feel this way makes me wrench free stumbling slightly to my desk where I place both hands on it to stabilise myself feeling him come up behind me.

His hands soon wrap around me - one going to rest on my abdomen where….something tells me by the way he keeps his hand possessively over it his Pup growing within me and the Pup who brought with him is also mine - from when I had been 17, not knowing how to control my Omega side of me and remember the stranger I had laid with - then licking my lips to wet them, turn my face to look at him. I see myself reflected in the sea bluish-green eyes and a hand reaches up cupping my cheek lightly wiping away the tear that had formed and started to run down my cheek with his thumb.

“You will pack some clothes and anything else. I will come to pick you up at your house to take…. you to mine. Do you understand me, Hannibal?” Will says, asking me the question and nodding in reply reach for my phone to cancel the remaining appointments for the afternoon

Chapter 7: The First Sign of Another Alpha is Starting to Court One

Summary:

Mention of Murder scene and fetal death of a Pup in it. More will come soon.

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It must be the Pregnancy Hormones raging within me, because I feel so weak and sluggish almost while I sort clothes into the travelling bag then rush into the bathroom feeling myself heave again into the sink, trembling heavily as I grip the edges and must remember as I lift my head up to look myself in the bathroom mirror to call Abigail – telling her…..What exactly?…..A lie. I didn’t want to do that to my own daughter, I had borne in my womb.

A pinging on my tablet, busy charging on the bedside table makes me splash my face and dry it off.

Breathing slowly in and out, I compose myself and head back into the bedroom where I go over to it seeing it has notification for a New article from the infamous Freddie Lounds and tapping the link open it.

Revealing an article on a Crime Scene called The Wound Man making me wonder why she was writing about it then scroll further down to reveal a new image of another Crime scene looking the same – but this time a woman and a symbol for Omega above on the wall then see her abdomen has been slashed to reveal lying within to my horror and shock I was been Courted this way - is a foetus of Pup barely even formed.

Whoever this killer was, it looks like they are trying to get the attention of my other self – The Chesapeake Ripper.

Chapter 8: Unexpected Feelings Arising and an Unwelcome Visitor Visits One

I feel shaken and concerned by what I had seen on my Tablet, which I have packed away safely into one of the travelling bags as I head down the stairs, carrying two of them with everything I needed for staying with Will and his son – who could also be my son.

I don’t even know if the little Pup was mine. To found out, I would have to request a DNA test, but only Alpha’s could do that, and I wasn’t one so would have to do it through other ways.

Reaching the bottom, I head into the kitchen, when voices talking – Abigail and Will – makes me stop at the doorway seeing they are standing near the polished marble food counter then she shakes her head, like she is trying to deny what he has just told her then she sees me standing there.

“Mama, is it true? Is…what he is saying true?” Abigail asks me, coming around the kitchen island counter and up to me, while I place my overnight travelling bags down then look over to Will, who comes around it and over to me.

“I’m sorry…. Little Deer…I’m so sorry.” I reply, feeling Will slip his hand around my waist to place on my abdomen where his Pup is growing within and go to reach for her.

Only have my hands suddenly slapped away, tears forming in her eyes to run down her fine cheekbones then say the next words which make flinch heavily at it.

“NO. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!!!!? HOW!!!?”

“Abigail, please…. please…sweetheart…don’t please…. don’t” I hear myself saying, trying in vain to soothe my first-born with my Calming Pheromones and yet, she flinches shouting the next words which shatter me completely.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU BOND WITH PAPA!!!!? HE LOVED YOU!!!?”

I try to answer, yet the words won’t come out of my mouth and lower my head not able to tell her Garret had never loved me in the first place. I was just an Omega, who he saw he could control by making sure he Honoured me by killing those eight girls and there would have been a ninth – my little baby girl, standing in front of me as a now grown woman at the age of 17 years old.

“Abigail, there is something about…your Alpha Sire you should know.” I hear Will starting to say, making me whirl around to face him and quickly smash my lips into his, feeling the Omega within rise into me to protect Abigail from the dark truth about her Sire.

Will takes hold of the back of my head, cradling it heavily as he soon utterly takes over by devouring my lips in such a way it is ravenous and find myself being placed up against the kitchen fridge by him as he keeps me pinned to it with his body.

He lets go of my lips, allowing me to breathe only to bend his head down to my neck – licking, sucking and biting – as I find him soon lifting me up, hitching my thighs around his waist and starting to grind his hips into mine.

Abigail has gone out the kitchen, leaving me alone with Will…..who is overwhelming every thought in my head and continues to grind his hips into mine I find myself slipping both hands down to grip his ass-cheeks.

I’m not….in Heat and yet, it feels…. like something close to it as I can feel pearls of pre-cum starting to form and dribble down my aching, hard cock in the confines of my suit trousers then he pulls back from me, stepping away when I distantly hear the front doorbell ringing.

He lowers my legs wrapped around his waist, while try best to compose myself as he looks immaculate without any sign, he just been grinding himself against me then knowing I will have to answer it, head to the front door.

When I open it, I find myself seeing the figure is standing there with their back to me and sensing me, soon turns to face me.

“Hello, sweetheart. Been a long time hasn’t it?”

My heart skips a beat, while I find myselftrembling heavily at the fact….he….is standing in front of me and hear myself saying a hoarse whisper of his name.

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

“Garrett!!!!”

After saying his name, I step backwards into the hallway willing my heart to stop thudding against my rib-cage as he starts to pad towards filling my nostrils with the scent of sadly decay and disease that was affecting him, while knocking over vase in the process on the coffee table.

Allowing to topple and fall, smashing into fragile china pieces and spreading water across the polished floor until finally he is in front of me, while I grab a letter opener to hold out in front of me as he looks at it then up to me. I could call Will, but it seems he has disappeared again as myself and Garrett now enter the kitchen then he lunges at me, pinning me up against the kitchen island counter.

Grabbing my wrist and tightening his hand around it make me let go of the letter opener

“No, No….Garrett…Don’t….” I protest when he tries to rip my shirt open, snarling heavily because he can smell the scent of my pregnancy on me and the fact the Pup growing within me is not his - as had wanted all this time, another child to train to kill like him and Honour every kill they did - then he gives a slight grunt, followed by looking down at blood starting to bloom through his shirt he wears.

“Why?” He asks in a hoarse broken voice, making me turn my face away feeling tears form in my eyes and reaches up to cup my cheek with a now bloodied hand followed by snarling as he wrenches free from me - pulling out the knife to allow blood to immediately gush down onto the kitchen floor. “So. I see….you whored yourself haven’t you? Got knocked up by…another Alpha, when you promised me you would give me another child.”

His eyes flick to something and immediately he lunges forwards, hitting me across the face to send me sprawling onto the armchair in the far corner while I see to my horror and shock he has grabbed hold of Abigail, who is starting to tremble heavily with whimper mewls coming from her as he places his hunting knife against her throat.

“Garrett!!!?….Don’t….please….she’s our Pup….Please….Garrett!!!?” I try to plead with him, sending out calming pheromones to try and soothe his anger only for him to shake it off like a dog shakes off fleas and immediately wrench the knife across her throat creating a gaping wound.

Blood spurts outwards, while I rush forwards only for him to slam me face-down onto the table with my head to one side on the polished surface as I watch my baby girl - my Little Deer - falling to the kitchen floor in slow motion then something rises within me unbidden and un-tamed.

A snarl escapes me, while I whirl around holding one of the steak knives as I slam him down onto the kitchen floor and trembling heavily find myself stabbing downwards again and again with the steak knife as blood starts to spurt everywhere covering the walls; floor and myself in crimson petals then realising what I have done and worry for my baby girl, I quickly scramble over to Abigail holding her neck in certain position so she survives.

“It’s going to be okay, little Deer….It’s going to be alright…. Mama’s here….” I keep repeating to reassure her, everything will be alright as I hear distantly the sound of voices followed by Detective Jack Crawford appearing at the doorway.

“I NEED MEDICAL IN HERE ASAP!!!” He shouts to a group of people, while I wish Will was here because if Jack find out I was Un-bonded Omega my career; my life and everything I worked so hard to achieve would be over then everything goes into slow-motion.

I watch them take my daughter - my darling Little Deer - and place her on gurney, followed by wheeling her out as I follow numbly to outside where the Ambulance has been parked outside then get in, taking hold of Abigail’s hand as she reaches for it.

I clasp her hand in mine, reaching over to kiss her lightly on the forehead as the Ambulance doors close and soon hear the Sirens starting muffled by the Ambulance’s interior at the same-time feeling the other Pup growing with me shift slightly it makes me place a hand to my abdomen to soothe it.

TO BE CONTINUED��

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hannigramfanfic · 5 years

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Hannibal Fanstory: “The Ripper’s Child” or “Son of Il Mostro of Firenze”

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“You were already having an affair, Hannibal.” Alana Bloom, Season 1 – Episode 7

Involving

Will, is a manipulative Alpha and not as innocent as he seems to be at 11 years old and when he becomes an adult at the age of 35.

Omega Hannibal trying to understand what is going on

Hannibal is still the Chesapeake Ripper

Jack is Will’s Guardian

Hannibal is also in a secret relationship with the married Garrett Jacob Hobbs an Alpha until after 24 years later

Abigail is Hobbs and Hannibal’s daughter that Hannibal gave birth to

A new killer is the mysterious Mr. Lusin who comes from the City of Venice who starts to court the Chesapeake Ripper aka Hannibal.

No underage sex happens between Hannibal and Will ( because I don’t write that kind of stuff )

Blood and gore

Description of Crime Scenes

He refers to Mr. Lusin or Nisul.

Time skipping in this. So Hannibal is about 23 years old in Chapter 1 then fast-forwarding to chapter where 24 years later have gone by he is about 47 years old.

Hannibal and Will are Soul-mates, but just don’t know it yet.

Mpreg

PRELUDE or PLOT SUMMARY

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

“Alright, Dr, Lecter. Let’s go. Court starting in 3 minutes. Get dressed into this suit.”

Those words echo and re-echo in my mind, reverberating around it with noise and clarity as I change out of the blue starchy uniform into the suit for the Court Case that is coming up.

“Two minutes, Lecter.”

I hear the Orderly shouting through the open bathroom door.

I leave it behind, even though I want to escape from this place I had been put in by…the one person who I would be meeting in Court.

But what I really should be telling you, Dear Readers is how it all begin and what set off this chain of events in the first place.

Author’s note –

“Have you seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.” – Hannibal, Season 3 – Red Dragon Episode

PROLOGUE

He…mustn’t find them.

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To snare them into their grasp.

PART 1

Quote – “Tell me about your Mother.” – Hannibal talking to Will about Parenthood in Season 1

12 DAYS LATER

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

“Please?”

“I hate being this neurotic.” He states to me, when I place the tissue box back on the small glass table next to my right arm.

“When the lion is in the room, I will tell you.” I reply, making him accept the answer for now and thus ending our session for today.

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