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“Garrett Jacob Hobbs! This is your last warning!”
The man in question peered through his curtained window toward the yard below, trembling and wetting his lips as his lawn continued to gleam with the bright, dancing flames from lit torches. He could practically feel the heat on his skin.
“Hobbs!”
Sheriff Jack Crawford emerged from the angry mob, his dark brows knit, and his features contorted in a quelled rage. He had recently lost his beloved wife, Bella, to the continuous vampire attacks. The townsfolk knew there were creatures who fed on blood – the only problem was finding out just who was preying on innocent lives. An anonymous tip had led them to Hobbs’ front door.
When there still failed to be a surrender, Jack nodded to local merchant, Brian Zeller, who signaled the attack. He hefted up the front of a battering ram and three other strong, beefy men – steelworkers, as it were – went to his aid.
As the first shock of wood against wood rattled the house, Hobbs began to search frantically for his daughter. If they were to stake him, they would possess her. He could not let that happen.
“Garrett!”
He met his wife, Louise, at the bottom of the staircase, her wide eyes reflecting in his own as she fearfully reached for his hands.
“What are we going to do? They’ll get inside before long…the door won’t hold!”
“Where’s Abigail?”
“I don’t know – she was doing her needlepoint while I tended to dinner, but when I came into the sitting room, she was gone.”
Hobbs frowned. Abigail had a fondness for sneaking out and roaming the grounds at night. In this case, however, it would seem that her insatiable curiosity was welcomed. She would be safe so long as she stayed away.
Crash!
The door splintered, and Louise screamed as Zeller led the brigade into the foyer. A small table overturned, and the vase sitting on top hurtled to the floor in a loud, echoing shatter.
“There he is!” someone shouted. “Get him!”
Louise tried to intervene, but was immediately shoved aside. Hobbs found himself pinned to the wall before being wrested to the floor, his wife’s screams reverberating in his skull as Reverend Chilton appeared with his Bible.
Holding the leather-bound book above his head, the charlatan began chanting a series of prayers as Jack, Price, and Zeller held Hobbs down.
“Do you, Garrett Jacob Hobbs, take it upon thyself to relinquish the sins Satan hath seated upon thy brow?”
Hobbs let out a dark laugh, only to flinch when Jack struck him across the jaw. A bead of blood appeared on his bottom lip and, briefly, his tongue darted out to taste the ever-craved liquid. His eyes glittered within the candlelight.
Lifting the Bible up higher above his head, Chilton exclaimed, “In the year of our Lord, 1857, I declare unto thee a sentence of death! May the Lord have mercy upon thy soul!”
Jack unearthed a wooden stake and hammer from beneath his coat, and Louise began sobbing as two men held her in place. The mob circled forward, eager to see the carnage.
“Bring me the woman!” Chilton commanded.
As Jack awaited the order to strike, Louise was dragged kicking and screaming over to the smug reverend, her eyes wide and panic-stricken as he lifted a cross and placed it against her forehead. The metal seared into her skin and she gave a high-pitched, warbling screech.
“She has been turned!” he hissed. “Prepare a second execution!” Now nodding to Jack, the sheriff nodded back and brought down the hammer on Garrett with a triumphant, deafening thwack.
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Will Graham had elected to stay home that evening. Each day, he would tutor a few local pupils, then retire to his room and read various selections of poetry, perfectly content to rely on his own company. As a young boy, his father had recommended that he become a blacksmith, but Will had been adamant about having as little to do with the townsfolk as possible. He had no desire to mingle. It was why he only taught a select few students as his income.
On this particular evening, however, he remained home out of guilt more so than actual desire. Something had caused him to speak up. During one of his nightly reads, he had spotted a young woman – no, a mere girl – being attacked by Hobbs in the field across the way. He knew he had to do something about it. His friend, Jack, had lost his wife Bella, and God only knew how many others would have to suffer. He prayed a similar fate would not befall Alana Bloom, a woman that had long since held his fancy.
That was when Will heard a noise. Startled, he lurched up from his chair and fumbled for his desk lamp. With jittery limbs, he moved over to the door and ripped it open, only to blanch when he peered down and spotted something moving through the slats of his porch.
“Show yourself!” he commanded. “Go on, before I’m forced to defend my house and home!” Fumbling toward the inside of the doorway, he reached for the rifle he used to shoot game and occasional pesky vermin.
What are your top 3 favourite foods? Pizza (boring, but I could literally eat it all day, anyday), stuffed shells, anything chocolate tbh
What’s something you get too excited about? Uhhh, fandoms, I guess? I was going to say writing, but I never really fangirl over my own writing. lol Though I’ll flip over SLs I have with other writers. :)
A favourite quote? “Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it forgoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.” -Edward Hubbell Chapin (I actually based one of my original works on this quote.)
Favourite Actor? Actress? Kacey Rohl, atm. She’s like my long-lost twin. Except she’s taller than me. And looks nothing like me, lmao.
Name five movies you could never get sick of? My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Secretary, Ten Things I Hate About You, The Dark Knight, Fight Club
Favourite crossovers? I love any and all crossovers tbh. AUs are my absolute favorite. I don’t really have any on here (currently), though I’m writing with an OC who’s Sherlock-based, so that can feel like a crossover since sometimes we involve Irene Adler.
What’s something that could make you cry of happiness? I’m such an emotional bawl-bag, I wish I was joking. To give an example, this post made me tear up a little while reading: http://musicboxmcmories.tumblr.com/post/140035109906/pr1nceshawn-never-look-down-on-anybody-unless I’m such a sucker for good Samaritan stories, I’m serious.
Your fondest memory? HOOOO BOOOOY, I could never condense my life into ONE MEMORY, so I’ll just say any and all vacations to my favorite beach. I long for it any time I’m stressed (like now. I WANNA GO SO BAD). There are so many wonderful things to do there, so I have a lot of fond memories of that place. In fact, I remember listening to S1 Hannibal fanmixes and watching 1x12 while out there (watched it live, which was PAINFUL, cuz ABIGAIL -- I was up ‘til 7 a.m. listening to this song on a loop cuz I thought she was dead (though she might as well have been T_T)), so it’s got Hannibal S1 nostalgia for me now, too.
What’s the best way for you to bond with someone? Humor? Idk, I’m easily won over by ppl who make me laugh. I guess that’s why I tend to gravitate toward comic relief characters as faves (though I never write for them).
A life changing experience? Is it bad that I can’t really think of one? I mean, I suppose can, but it’s nothing I’d like to share, sorry.
Favourite hobbies? Writing (gee, what a surprise! :P), drawing, vidding, singing, dancing, harassing my cats.
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Will’s head ached. Hunkered over his makeshift desk, he rubbed his forehead with one hand and perused a case file with the other, a flask of Scotch tucked neatly away in his coat pocket, were he to ever need it. Molly and Willy grounded him -- supported him -- but just the thought of having to return to this line of work made him horribly dependent. He hadn’t even wanted to bother (Molly hadn’t wanted him to bother, either), but Jack knew exactly how to get under his skin. Families -- children -- had been the victims splayed haphazardly across the crime photographs, and Will had immediately felt his old, rusted white knight complex kick in. He needed to think like the monsters just one last time.
“Knock, knock!”
Will looked up from the gory photos and scrunched his brows, only smiling faintly when Beverly Katz held a bag of fast food up by her ear. “You shouldn’t have...”
“Oh, it was no trouble. I always stop by Bingo’s Burgers after a long, hard day of arduous ‘formaldehyde-sniffing.’”
Will grimaced. “No, I mean you really shouldn’t have... I feel lousy enough as it is.”
“Hmph. Suit yourself.” Tossing the bag onto his desk, she moved around to have a seat along the edge, much like when they had first met. “We have a conference meeting in fifteen minutes, just so you know.”
Will’s expression was withering. “If I am expected to make any progress on this case, I would prefer to work alone. Once I’ve familiarized myself with the specifics, I’ll regroup and ask for assistance, should the need arise.”
Beverly snorted. “Fat chance. After the shit you pulled back at Quantico, Purnell has explicit instructions for you to be monitored at all times. In other words, I’m your glorified babysitter.”
“And?”
“And I say it’s time for our meeting. Now come along, champ. But first!” She held up a hand, finally appearing apprehensive. “There’s something you should know... Our latest addition to the team is an acquaintance of yours.”
Will shrugged. “Is that truly so surprising? Despite my aversion to social networking, I still managed to get invites to quite a few Christmas parties. Arguably, I know most people from ‘back in the day.’”
Beverly rolled her lips inward, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Think more personal, if you can. Someone who you lost contact with over the years, more specifically.”
“That’s absolutely everyone,” Will muttered. Now rising from his seat, he added, “I don’t have time for guessing games, Beverly. Just tell me who it is and let’s get this over with.”
“Abigail Hobbs.”
The color drained from Will’s face, his stance stiffening as if his spine had turned to impenetrable steel. Soundlessly opening and closing his mouth for a few strained, bewildered seconds, he shook his head before choking out, “I’m sorry, I...did you say Abigail?”
Beverly nodded.
“And this was cleared by internal affairs? Christ, Katz, nobody told me I’d be working with my ward!”
“That’s ‘cause Jack didn’t want you to know...he figured you wouldn’t come if you did,” she said, wincing at the underhandedness of her own statement. “But honestly, she won’t get in your way. She’s a bright, capable member of the team, and if I’m not careful, she just might steal my job.” Laughing with the hopes of breaking the tension, she touched Will’s elbow in an attempt at getting him to follow her. “Come on. We’re all in the conference room.”
“Unbelievable,” Will muttered under his breath. Un-fucking-believable. He hadn’t seen Abigail Hobbs since that fateful night in Hannibal’s kitchen. After he’d been eviscerated, the girl had fled out the back and tried to get some help. She had been the only one to make it out of that night unscathed (or at the very least, physically).
Will wanted to know the specifics on how Abigail had managed to get into the FBI in the first place (or more accurately, how she’d managed to pass the screening procedures), but Beverly led him into a semi-crowded room filled with photographs and a large crime board. Instantly, Will’s eyes sought Abigail in the group of individuals wearing lab coats, but Jack intercepted him.
“Will, our team would like to compare their findings with your own, if you’re up to it.”
Again, Will’s eyes slid toward the group in question, his jaw tensing when he spotted the one face he’d be able to recognize in a crowd of one million. His heart sped to a dangerous crescendo, and he nodded once, spluttering out a barely audible affirmative.
“Wonderful,” Jack said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. To Abigail, he asked, “Miss Hobbs, would you care to start us off?”
Will swallowed sharply, watching her as she rose from her seat. She had the same bright, calculating eyes, but there was a lissome quality to her figure, and a heavy, world-weary weight behind her gaze. He wondered if she’d thought of him as much as he’d thought of her.
