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Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train; It was sunny… Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name and money. And the town said, "How did a middle-class divorcée do it?"
Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham were seemingly polar opposites. With Hannibal preferring the finer things life had to offer and Will taking a more simplistic view. Anyone who had met them would have agreed that they wouldn’t have lasted together. These people, however, know Hannibal and Will the way they knew themselves and each other.
The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. There's only so far new money goes. Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud. The doctor had told him to settle down
They fell in love quickly and deeply, bonded by a shared darkness which nobody else ever seemed to acknowledge. They’re love for each other was magnetic, where one moved the other seemed to follow. Hannibal brought Will firmly into his reality and in turn Will gave Hannibal something to fight for.
Their love was all consuming and it was clear to see. It was no surprise that they began to revolve around each other. But with a love like theirs, it becomes easier to lose yourself in. And that is what scared Jack the most.
Parties hosted by Hannibal showed not only his eloquence in the kitchen but also how much the two men relied on each other. They barely spoke as they moved around each other as their communication had become a series of indecipherable looks. Jack had never seen anything like it before, but then again, he had never seen Will so happy either. Who was he to complain?
It must have been her fault his heart gave out. And they said, "There goes the last great American dynasty;” "Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"
When Will’s fantasies finally consumed him, Jack felt like a fool. He had seen it coming, and yet he didn’t stop it and even now, he couldn’t prevent the Ripper from taking out his grief on the rest of them. Maybe deep down he had known it was Hannibal all along, it made sense. The way he looked down on others as if they were nothing but playthings, the dinner parties which always seemed to be hosted after another body had been uncovered but maybe the most glaringly was how Hannibal never seemed to deny any form of allegation, no matter how jokingly it was
But Jack had no real proof behind his theory. As glaring as it seemed to him, he had no way of convincing any judge to sentence him without evidence. But Jack knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Since Will’s passing, the Ripper had been merciless. Mutilated bodies had been left carelessly in fields and roadsides alike. Organs had no longer been taken as prizes but had been torn out and left beside the corpse of which they had been taken. These people were no longer the works of art the Ripper had once considered them, they were now a means to an end.
"There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen…" "She had a marvellous time ruinin' everything"
Hannibal knew that Jack was coming for him. He had been inattentive to his craft, leaving mistakes and clues which could lead back to him. He had stopped taking his time, instead opting to use brute force. Hannibal no longer cared about his work as it was only an outlet for in indescribable numbness he now felt. If he couldn’t fix his own pain, he would ensure that everyone else would feel the same suffering but only in fear. If he couldn’t bring his Will back, he would send him a sea of corpses to join him in the afterlife so he would always know how much he loved him.
Hannibal also knew that his newfound recklessness would eventually lead to his downfall, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had his demons raging in his head, a never-ending series of whispers demanding him to carry on playing God. But even a God has a downfall, a weakness to be exploited. It was only as he was dragged into a cell in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane did he realise that he had an excellent time ruining everything.