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Title: Seduced By the Darkness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 1, Clouds
Author's Note: Sequel to "Winter Kills."
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.


The clouds had parted, and he was seeing clearly.

Will hated what he was seeing. He hated knowing that he had been so blind, that all of this time, the killer he'd been searching for had been right in front of him.

Not only that, but the killer had been right by his side, pretending to help him. Pretending to commiserate with him when he had been so frustrated over his inability to put a name and face to the Chesapeake Ripper, to be sympathetic when he'd expressed his feelings.

The killer had smiled into his face, had nodded and looked sad when he'd talked about how badly he felt for the families of the victims.

And he'd fallen for it. He'd believed that Hannibal was a decent person.

He wasn't even a person, Will thought with disgust. He was nothing but a monster that wore a human face, a face that had been obscured by clouds.

Now that mask had been ripped away, the clouds dissipating, and he was able to see Hannibal for exactly what he was -- pure evil. Will hated being around him, hated that he had to associate with him to put his plan to capture that evil and extinguish it into motion.

But he had no other choice, not if he wanted to see Hannibal behind bars where he so rightly belonged. He had to put on this act of friendship against his will.

It made his stomach turn every time he had to be near Hannibal. He didn't want to think of all that this man had done, all the misery he'd caused in the world.

Thinking of that evil made his blood boil, but he couldn't let his true feelings show. He had to keep up the act, had to make Hannibal think that he was changing, that he was becoming what Hannibal intended for him to be, even though everything in him screamed against it.

This was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do -- pretend to embrace an evil that was completely distasteful to him, pretend to be seduced by his dark side.

Hopefully, the plan would work, and he would be victorious in the end.

He was under so much stress right now; his muscles were knotted tightly, and all he wanted to do was to take a shower and fall into bed.

Though he probably wouldn't be able to sleep, Will thought with a soft sigh. All of this would follow him into his dreams, making him wake with a start, or not letting him fall asleep at all. He would toss and turn, all of these thoughts rushing through his head like quicksilver.

He wished those clouds would obscure his own mind for a while, that he would be able to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep and stay there until the morning.

But even as he thought it, he knew that was a vain hope.