Fic: 'A Lasting Obsession' (2/?)

[tsuru_san]

My first joint fic eva. o.0

Title: ‘A Lasting Obsession’ {2/?}
Authors: yuna_firerose and myst_walker
Series Summary: Hannibal Lecter returns to exact revenge upon the man who incarcerated him, Will Graham.
Chapter Summary: Hannibal’s arrival in Marathon, Florida and his ‘visit’ at Will’s house.
Notes: Post-Silence of the Lambs, Pre-Hannibal. Will's Prelude (aka Chapter 1 which can be found here) was penned by yuna_firerose, whilst this prelude/chapter, Hannibal Lecter's, is my creation. Everything past that, though, is our combined efforts.
Reviews/Feedback: We’d appreciate it very, very much!



Hannibal Lecter sighed with contentment as he exited the airport. A tacky sign read ‘Welcome to Marathon, Florida!’ There was even a smiley sun in the bottom right corner. The doctor ignored it though, heading instead toward the airport bus stop and boarding a grey bus. The hour was already getting late and the sun had just set, but Hannibal didn’t mind.

It had been difficult enough getting to Florida from the Caribbean after his… “meeting” with the late Dr. Chilton. It was worth it though. As much as Chilton had irked him, he hadn’t shut Hannibal up in the first place.

That was Will Graham’s doing.

As the bus stopped not too far from Will’s neighborhood, Lecter got off and walked leisurely from the bus stop in the direction of Will’s house until he finally found the right address. He eyed the home with a critical gaze. Not bad. A few discreet walks around the premises revealed the fastest route inside was a side door with no deadbolt.

Now how to get in? He could pick the lock if he really had to, but maybe there was a quicker way… Lecter didn’t even bother checking the welcome mat for a spare key though; that was far too obvious for someone like Will. Instead he turned his attention to a potted plant resting by the door. Hannibal picked it up and was not surprised to find nothing on the concrete stoop beneath the pot. Turning the plant on a slight angle, he did find a key taped to the pot’s underside.

Hannibal entered the house as quietly as possible with the practiced ease of someone who was used to moving around in the dark. It did not take him long to find Will Graham either. The former FBI profiler was passed out on his living room couch shirtless, loosely holding a half-empty bottle of brandy.

Lecter sighed with irritation. While it was pleasant to think that his escape had had such a devastating effect on Will, drunkenness was such a stupid thing to indulge in. Ah well, at least it meant the younger man wouldn’t be waking up right away.

A quick check of the house for risky objects revealed a .45 gun secured to the underside of the coffee table and another one in the top draw of the nightstand in Will’s bedroom. My, my, aren’t you clever, Will, Hannibal thought with smug amusement as he took Will’s guns and disposed of them in the kitchen garbage. He’d never been a fan of guns; knives were more elegant…as well as one’s bare hands.

After having secured his personal safety from any attempt Will might make at defense, Hannibal pulled a CD from his coat pocket. On his first trip through the kitchen, he’d noticed a dusty CD/radio on the counter. Lecter put his CD in, choosing a classical symphony track that was soft and soothing. Eventually it would probably wake Will up…but not for awhile.

Lecter then set a bag of fresh shrimp he’d brought on the counter by the sink. It was rude after all to visit someone unexpectedly and not be thoughtful enough to bring something. Never having enjoyed airline food, Hannibal was hungry for more than just revenge. An attentive perusal of the refrigerator and cupboards left the good doctor shaking his head in distaste. Not much was to be found besides cereal, freeze-dried noodles, and overripe fruit.

There was certainly enough booze though, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Will’s main food group had become. No wonder the former-profiler looked somewhat under-nourished. With a disdainful look, Lecter poured some of the more common drinks—especially the beer—down the drain. There presence alone was offensive. He left the scotch and brandy intact though.

A trip to Will’s pantry yielded much more pleasing results. Hannibal managed to find an unused set of seasonings, a box of pasta, and even a bottle of good red wine, a Merlot in fact. With these new findings, Lecter decided he might have enough for a tasty shrimp and pasta dish.

Fetching a basic pot and frying pan from one of the cupboards, Hannibal set them on the stove. Will’s amount of different kitchenware was truly abysmal, but Lecter would make do. The psychiatrist filled the pot with water, and while he waited for it to boil, Lecter cleaned and washed the shrimp he’d brought before setting them on a small plate. He melted some butter into the frying pan, put the shrimp in, added pasta to the pot of water, and added red wine to the shrimp. He would’ve liked to have added lemon to the mix in the pan, but alas there were no lemons to be found.

Reaching over to turn down the temperature of the cooking pasta, Lecter continued to sauté the shrimp in wine and butter. When both items were thoroughly cooked, Hannibal drained the water from the pot before mixing the shrimp and pasta together until the pasta too was covered in the red wine sauce.

Separating the meal into two portions, Hannibal put one plate on the kitchen table for himself and another in the oven for Will. Lecter set the oven to a low temperature to keep the shrimp and pasta warm. Whether or not circumstances would allow Will to eat what Hannibal prepared was another matter entirely.

Pouring himself a small glass of brandy (on the rocks), Lecter sat down to enjoy his dinner. It was very enjoyable too. A nice background of classical music, the tang of good brandy, and the fresh shrimp made for an excellent meal.

Ah, what a nice way to whet the appetite before… he smiled in the direction of the living room ...the main course.