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Title: As Sure As the Moon Shines
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 37, Moon
Author's Note: Sequel to "Bringing Death."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Why did he insist on torturing himself by remembering that night?

Will sighed as he looked up at the full moon, hanging in the star-spangled night sky. Had the moon been out on that night? He couldn't remember.

There were so many details that he didn't remember, so many things that he was unsure of. But he could replay every second of his last confrontation with Hannibal, every emotion, every physical sensation. He would never be able to forget even one second of those horrific moments.

And he would never be able to forget the pain that had twisted his heart and shattered it into a million tiny shards when he had watched Hannibal murder Abigail.

The moon had been in the sky that night. It had illuminated the scene.

Hannibal would probably say that he'd planned it that way, Will thought, his lips twisting wryly. He would always take credit for anything that added to a scenario.

His hand went to the wound on his stomach, the wound that still wasn't quite healed. The bandages were still there, but they would come off fairly soon. It had been a serious wound, a grievous one, but he had survived. That was where Hannibal had made his worst mistake.

Leaving WIll alive wasn't something he should have done. Hannibal should have known that doing so would make him an enemy that he couldn't afford to have.

As sure as the moon was shining brightly in the sky tonight, he would find Hannibal Lecter, Will vowed. He would make that bastard pay for all that he'd done.

He would avenge the deaths that Hannibal had caused; he would get justice not only for his friends, for the people he'd cared about, but for all of the victims of Hannibal's murderous intent. He wouldn't rest until that monster was behind bars, right where he belonged.

Maybe some people would say that he was obsessed, but he had a good reason to be. After all, Hannibal had almost caused his own death. It had been a very close call.

Though he didn't think that had been purposeful. Not any more.

Hannibal was a doctor, after all. He knew where Will's most vulnerable internal organs were; he would have gone for them if he'd intended to kill. He hadn't wanted Will to die.

No, he had wanted to make Will suffer, to leave him with a wound that would be a constant reminder of that night, a wound that would never completely disappear. It would always be there, silently taunting Will with his failure to capture Hannibal the first time around.

But there would be a second time, he told himself as he stared up at the bright full moon, wondering if Hannibal might be doing the same, and remembering that fateful night.

The next time they met, the full moon might again be a silent witness to their battle.