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[house-of-slayterr]

Imagine getting blood drunk and smoking a bowl with Paul and Marko…

[house-of-slayterr]

sorry for being in your inbox again, but about our vampire! Hannibal AU, it's Hannibal who is the vampire, but what if it was a more normal AU, where only you (for example) were a vampire? How would he react to that?

So every bodies normal except me? Of this could be fun!

There was someone new in town, something that piqued Hannibal’s interest. A new toy for him to play with, to break. And oh what a pretty little thing they were. It’s wasn’t often single people moves to the town. It was always family’s or couples. Better yet, he met them at a crime scene.

“Who is that?” He asked Crawford.

“That’s Frances, our new Forensic Entomologist.”

Hannibal knew them in there that he wanted to weasel his way into my life. Get to know me. Get inside my head and twist everything around. Make me hate my job, and hate everyone but him. Will was able amazing candidate but he needed a bigger challenge. And I was exactly what he was searching for.

(Ok short blurb about how we meet over, headcannon time)

He’d gain my trust by being the gentleman that he is, but little does he know it’s actually him who shouldn’t be so trusting.

He seems be different than will, of course he wants to mess with my psyche a little, and normally he reserves his meals for those who are rude, but I can imagine him fantasying about what I would taste like

It would drive him insane, dreaming about it and trying to hold himself back

But I’m doing the same with him, he smells so good, and I just want to sink my fangs in. But it would be foolish to ruin something so good.

He cracks first. Finally snapping after a dinner party and inviting me to stay late. Which isn’t smart on his part, of course if he was successful everyone would know he was the last person I was around

He’d block me from leaving the room pinning me against the wall. If I hand an inkling of his cannibalistic tendencies, I could probably dodge. But if I didn’t yet, I’d think something was going on.

If I kissed him as a distraction I don’t think it would be that effective. It would just make him want to taste me more. So much so I don’t them think he’d wait to kill me to get a taste, he just bites into my neck.

At first I’m confused because he didn’t smell like a vampire, he smells human, he manages to rip a chunk off my neck but I don’t even flinch, which confuses him

“You done?” I ask.

He’d stand there baffled. Surely I wasn’t that delusional that I wouldn’t even react to him ripping out my jugular. He watches in real time as the wound closes before his eyes, and he debates for a second if perhaps I drugged him somehow when he wasn’t paying attention

I just smirk at his pretty confused little face. Dumb Hannibal is so hot when he’s not one step ahead of everyone. He gets so desperate and you can see it in his eyes. How cute.

“I think it’s my turn, I mean it’s only fair”

I pin him to the wall using only a quarter of my strength, and he can’t manage to writhe his way out of my grip. I kiss him again just to taste my own blood on his lips. I couldn’t kill him, then he’d turn, with my blood in his system. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun.

None of the towns folk were on vervain, which made it easy for me to feed and even easier for me to compel people. But I didn’t want to compel him. He was too interesting.

“What are you?” He asks, sobering up a little.

“Oh sweetheart, I could be your best friend if you let me. I see we share a simple diet. I knew that meat at dinner tasted familiar.”

He’d still look confused, so I’d flash him my fangs with my best smile. Then it would click for him. Of course he read about vampires, but he never imagined they were real. And foolish him, he invited me into his home. I could come and go whenever I please.

“Tell you what Doctor, I’ll let you have some more of my blood, I know you loved it. But you gotta promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” He said, suddenly more confident.

“Don’t die on me.”

With that I’d bite into his neck and savour every drop of blood that courses through his body. His skin is soft and his blood is sickly sweet, curtesy of his customary diet. The best blood I had in a while. I’d have enough self control to stop, pulling back when his knees got weak, and carrying him over to the couch.

I’d lay him down with his head on my lap and bite into my wrist, letting him drink. I’d watch hungrily as he greedily drank it in, staring at me with those desperate, blood lust filled eyes.

He looks so pretty like that, all sweaty and disoriented and blood drunk. Such a good boy. My mind wanders to what it would be like to have Will on my lap as well, would he be just as sweet? I’d be able to taste the fear on his blood, something that was absent from Hannibal’s.

I’d stroke his hair with my other hand as he continued to drink. It would make me weak but it would be worth it. Forming a bond like this wasn’t something a vampire took lightly.

He’d pull away and I’d lick the dribble of blood off his chin.

“What happens if i die?”

“You’d be like me silly. And it’s not time for that. You’re perfect just the way you are little cannibal.”

“How old are you?” He asked, totally fascinated and wanting to learn everything he could

I would chuckle. “It’s not polite to ask a vampire their age Dr Lecter”

He would blush. Only such a strong creature could bring the Hannibal Lecter to a blushing stuttering mess.

“Will you keep my secret?”

“With my life, my people eating friend. As long as you keep mine.”

That’s how I think it would go if I was the first vampire he ever met. I would enjoy being able to overpower that man. Let me tell you 😍