this isn't from your meme tag but i need vamp daniel to (try and?) bite hannibal. tabling da tables etc.
it is unbecoming, that first sound which escapes through his gritted teeth. hannibal can feel the warmth of fresh blood, spilling down his forearm and onto his ribs, his thigh, the floor ... a deep shade of crimson slowly ruins his grey suit. it is all quite inconvenient; the good doctor is a fugitive, and therefore supposed to be laying low. but his poor choice of friends has, once again, left him in a rather uncomfortable position.
the white lights of the empty parking garage hover over their heads. they makes it hard for hannibal to make out daniel's features. dark shadows are cast over his face and, yet, he can see a glow in the man's eyes that is more similar to that of an animal's than a human's. he can feel daniel growling against his arm. can feel the hot air of his undead lungs against the tweed of his blazer, making it feel unbelievably warm. a pair of broken sunglasses lay a few meters away --- hannibal would have to apologise for that.
the doctor had been correct when noticing something different about his old friend's jaws. the more he tried to move, the deeper long sharp teeth sunk into his forearm. the one he used to shield his throat from the reporter's unexpected attack. while pinned against daniel molloy's car, hannibal realises just how strong the other man's grip is. it is difficult to push him off. the more he tries, the tighter the bite around his forearm becomes. in the shadows casted by their brows, their eyes meet. the corners of lecter's mouth twitch.
if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
after a few seconds, the continuous sound of blood dripping onto the reinforced concrete becomes the only noise shared by the two. lecter grunts when he tries to straighten his back. he is not successful. "you wanted to return the favour," rasped the doctor, as he looked down at his ravenous friend. his expression shifted. though he was clearly struggling, something in his voice seemed to soften. "i am touched." he sounded like he might actually mean it.