Chapter Text
1 - Contact is made
Dear Diary
It sounded like such a fucking cliche. And Hannibal could literally feel himself turning into a thirteen year old girl as he started the first entry. However he was fresh out of ideas and running dangerously low on sleep. He had been so disturbed that he had sought advice off Hedges. It had been one of the most excruciating painful conversations he had in living memory and that was including his four years as a cabana boy. I mean how do you properly put into words that for the last week your dreams have been invaded by a strong potent male, who was making him reevaluate his sexuality.
He had told Hedges that he was having nightmares and that he wasn’t shaking them. Hedges was sympathetic and suggested a dream diary, as that was what a psychiatrist had suggested to him. Hannibal had wanted to scoff at the idea but he was never the most balanced person even before he was a vampire so he figured why not try it?
The first dream had been a little weird and he’d dismissed it. He had fallen asleep in the Honeycomb Hideout and woke up somewhere decidedly not the utilitarian ship bedroom that was his own. When he’d awoken it had been on linen that he was sure was Egyptian cotton and with a higher thread count than he could even conceive. He was disorientated, which should have made him realise that it was a dream, because in real life that was never the case. You couldn’t be a hunter and someone who was slow to wake - it was not a temperament that would see a hunter leading a long life..
He took in his surroundings and he blamed the trashy vampire flick that he, Dex and Hedges had watched before crashing. This bedroom could have been taken straight from the set. It was painted in deep scarlet red with black furniture or dark wood. He wondered where the beautiful girl was, you know the one? Where she looks into Dracula’s eyes and bares her neck. At first - he had just dismissed the dreams as a way of his subconscious choosing to fuck with him. That was okay for the first dream, and maybe the second dream, but after that he realised a pattern was forming.And thus the lack of sleeping began.
He had no idea that he was the one being cast in the role of the beautiful girl to bare her neck. It really was his fault for being so damn pretty.