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Title: Sweet Vengeance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 25, Darkness
Author's Note: Sequel to "Tactical Error."
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.


Will sighed as he lay in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling.

He'd told himself that he was going to do whatever it took to develop a decent sleeping schedule, to be at the top of his game and feel rested.

But he hadn't realized how hard it was going to be to achieve that goal. How long had it been since he'd had a decent night's sleep? It was before he'd even met Hannibal, he realized. Sleep had always been something that seemed to elude him, even when he was a child.

Maybe it was simply because his brain tended to be in overdrive all the time, even when he wasn't suffering from a potentially fatal disease.

That thought made him wince. He didn't want to remember those days.

But maybe it was best if he did remember them, Will told himself, frowning up at the ceiling. Those memories would keep his purpose fresh in his mind.

He was going to make Hannibal Lecter pay for putting him through such hell, for inducing those seizures and not telling him that he was suffering from encephalitis. If it had taken much longer for his condition to be revealed, he could have died from it.

That still made him angry; the knowledge that Hannibal had used him for an experiment, just to see how far such a disease would develop.

Hannibal had left him wandering in the darkness, not knowing what was wrong with him; that in itself was enough to make Will despise him.

Being a doctor -- or at least having the gall to call himself one, Will thought with a snort -- Hannibal should have been above that. He should have told Will of his affliction as soon as he knew what it was, rather than letting it get worse and worse over time.

But then, Hannibal had been pursuing his own agenda, Will thought bitterly. One that culminated in framing his so-called "friend" for the murders he had committed.

Well, he was a free man now. Everyone knew he was innocent.

The problem was that not everyone believed Hannibal was guilty. Some people were starting to suspect him, but that wasn't good enough for Will.

He wanted to see Hannibal behind bars, see him sinking into the darkness of the soul that Will had been forced to experience when he had thought he would never get out of jail. He wanted to see that bastard sink, see the darkness swallow him alive.

That would be his vengeance, and it would be sweet. Seeing that darkness overcome Hannibal would bring a light to his own soul. It might be petty, but he didn't care.

Once that vengeance was achieved, Will was sure that he would sleep like a baby.