Hannibal 1. Chapter 1

**OK, so this is my first attempt at a Hannibal story as well as my first try at Alpha/Omega dynamics, so please be gentle with me.**

**Summary: Each night is always the same, the dreams goading them with something that they could never have, something so impossible for them both, yet so perfect. When Sera Wright and Felicia Shepherd, best friends for as long as they can remember, wake up that morning, the last thing they expect is for their entire world, everything they thought was true, to be turned upside down by a terrible accident that throws them into a coma. The reality they wake up too is nothing like they ever thought possible. Faced with the frightening prospect that what they thought was real had been a lie, the intentions of Alpha's and the title of Omega's thrust upon them. personality clashes that could cost them their lives and a murderous threat that looms within the shadows, can these two girls find a way to wake up and remember what is real and what is false?**

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The two stared across from each other, one sipping gently at her steaming cup of coffee as the other watched over the edge of a newspaper. Both looked worn, sleep deprivation evident in each woman's eyes as they continued their battle to remain silent, neither one wanting to be the first to speak.

"Are you going to say it, or am I?"

Her eyes dropped back down to the words on the paper, pretending to read as she avoided the murderous glare of the other, pushing a strand of raven black hair from her face with a subtle sigh of annoyance. This was getting ridiculous, yet another night of disturbed peace due to incessant dreams that never seemed to change in its details. She was always sat, body sheltered by a man, not much older than herself, as his pack of strays stood guard around them both, ever dutiful in their mission to protect both she and this man. It was a feeling of utter safety, cherished and protected as the man whispered sweet nothings into her ear and proved his love through his words and actions, his eyes occasionally capturing hers before flitting away, both knowing that he struggled with such a simple act of communication. She would wake from this dream each time with a tightness within her chest, moister within her eyes at the longing for it to have been real, for this man that she felt she knew to come for her and simply be there.

"No. I refuse to acknowledge where my subconscious wanders when I sleep"

She took a deep draw of her rapidly cooling coffee, still glaring over the rim as she felt the tremors of her heart betray her emotions towards her own disrupted night's sleep. Unlike her best friend, she could not so easily describe her own dreams as just that. They were not quite peaceful enough to be simple dreams, yet not quite terrifying enough to be called a nightmare. Whilst the other girl's dreams were always solid in their imagery, her own were more distorted as they flickered between three overly familiar scenes. She would always start with her back pressed firm against a strong chest, slender hands splayed across the delicate curve of her hips before the visage began to alter and change to that of her held down across the surface of a hard wood desk, the feel of devilishly talented lips dancing along the column of her throat before biting down firm enough to elicit a pleasured moan of pain from her lungs, blood welling up beneath her aggressive lovers teeth, as the vision altered to the finale, showing her body stretched languidly across an antique sofa, clothing and hair dishevelled as she recovered beneath the eyes of the man as he loomed above her, eyes glazed with a possessive gleam, lips stretched into a, barely visible, smile. She would wake to find her heart pounding as the remaining shreds of her arousal coursed through her veins, biting her lip gently in a strange form of shame that she would have enjoyed such attentions from this man in her dreams. Everything about him screamed danger, yelled at her to not trust such an individual. But then why, when she knew she had never been a gullible young woman, did she long for him in the same way her best friend longed for the man who haunted her own dreams? He made her feel protected, treasured as he ruined her each night in her sleep.

"Being afraid to admit to the oddities of your own subconscious will get you nowhere Fliss, and you know it... Every night we both suffer with the same dreams that leave us feeling off balance with each new morning"

"I am not afraid Sera! I just don't want to confess about something so embarrassing... Unless it's your turn to go first this time"

Sera folded the paper gently, a soft sigh passing her lips at the confrontational manner of the other girl. She was always like this in the morning, moody and overly-sensitive towards any form of questioning, just as Sera found herself unable to be anything other than cold and overly-analytical, trying to put distance between the true self that she would have to face each night in the realms of sleep. Neither girl wanted to admit how the dreams made them feel, unwilling to accept that they were their true selves within those moments.

"If it will help you come more to terms with it then I shall. My name is Sera Wright and I am addicted to sexually explicit dreams..."

"Does that include bestiality? Because I don't thinks it's normal for dogs to feature in sex dreams"

Felicia sniggered as Sera sent a half hearted glare at her joke, knowing that it was meant to be nothing more than just that. These morning chats were meant to be nothing more than a mockery of the dreams that taunted them each night, a way to shake off the feelings that they were left with each time. Or, as Felicia had once so eloquently labelled the, a fucked up form of therapy.

"... And each night I dream of Will Graham, empathic profiler from the Hannibal series. None of the details ever change and I am constantly faced with the same feeling of utter safety and love, making me wish that I could make my sleep eternal if it meant I could stay with him because, apparently, screw ball empaths are right up my sexual ally... Now, your turn"

Felicia gave a huff as she placed her empty cup down and folded her arms, closing her eyes as she began to speak.

"My name is Felicia Shepherd, and each night I dream of Hannibal Lecter, psychiatrist and cannibalistic serial killer from the Hannibal series, also known as the Chesapeake ripper. None of the details ever change and I constantly find myself in moments of frightening intimacy with a man who should, by all rights, scare the life out of me. Yet I am faced with feelings of possession and belonging that make me wish I could just stay there with him... Because, clearly, sadistic psychopaths really rock my world"

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Sera couldn't help but to smile as she felt the unwelcome tension leave her as each girl recited their regular morning chant, confirming to their minds that the dreams were not real and that they would never be more than just persistent dreams. Her smile only grew as her friend swiped a hand across her tired face.

"How's about you bite me, I still feel like shit whether we talk about it or not"

"I thought that biting was Dr. Lecter's privilege"

She squealed in shock as the old chipped coffee mug, that had been sat in front of Felicia, came hurtling towards her face and barely missed her as she managed to duck out of the way.

"Scratch that, how's about you cut the wise cracks and get ready to leave, otherwise you can walk to your stupid bloody lecture"

Sera pouted slightly as she sent a swift glance towards the shattered porcelain, grateful that she had dodged in time. It was hard to believe that the woman in front of her, with her face set in a scowl and her temper flaring like wild fire, was counted amongst one of the most polite and refined people she knew when out amongst the public. Shame it wasn't the same when in private.

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"No"

"Oh come on Fliss, I passed my test and I need all the practice I can get."

Felicia scowled across the hood of her car, not appreciating the overly optimistic smile on the other girls face as she made her ridiculous request, she should have known from past experience that she would be swiftly rejected.

"I said: No. This car is my baby, my pride and joy. I would sooner set fire to my own hair than let you drive it"

"But I pass..."

"You passed on the eighth attempt, after numerous failed ones where you nearly drove the test car into some poor bastards front garden. Also, if you recall, I tried to give you booster lessons once to help build your confidence behind the wheel. Do you remember why I all but threw myself from the passenger seat and refused to ever repeat the experience again?"

Sera dropped her head slightly in embarrassment and gave a slight clearing of her throat, not really wanting to recall the first time she had heard a man scream in high soprano as she'd lost control of the test car and almost landed, wheels up, in the rose bushes of someone's precious garden.

"It may or may not have had something to do with my nearly getting us slammed by an upcoming truck after missing that the lights had turned red at a cross-junction"

"Exactly! So pardon me if I have some lingering sense of self preservation and wish to hold onto my life for as long as possible. Now get in the damn car, we're already late"

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She wanted to scream blue murder as she forced her eyes to stay on the road ahead, listening as the other girl gave menacing giggles as she taunted her fair haired friend. Revenge for yet another swift rejection to the request of driving her car.

"So tell me, does it get your blood pumping to have a serial killer up close and personal to you over the surface of a desk?"

"Sera, I swear to god that if you don't shut up about that fucking dream, I'm going to throw you out of the car. Whilst it's still moving"

Sera smirked as she turned to look out of the window, watching as the buildings zipped by and she caught glimpses of the pedestrians as they walked their way to work. It seemed busier than usual today.

"But I'm just worried about your mental health, chica. If you're suffering from Hybristophilia towards a fictional character, then surely I need to know encase you start re-enacting some of his crimes. The last thing we need is Bonnie acting without her Clyde"

"Have you been reading through my study documents again? And for your information, if I were going to remake one of Hannibal Lecter's murders, I think I'd be sorely tempted to use you right now... And just to make things clear, at least I'm not the one dreaming about a socially inept man who is trapped somewhere between the realms of being autistic or sociopathic, with a severe inability to make eye contact and a worrying love for taking in abandoned dogs to form his own little family of rejects!"

Sera pouted at her words, feeling slightly offended at how her own situation had been brought into the discussion as she registered the aggression that lay within the other girls voice. She seemed much tetchier today, less willing to play along with Sera's teasing that usual, her eyes straying more and more from the road ahead in favour of glaring at the other girl. Her temper often made her careless, something that really wasn't desired when driving towards a busy set of traffic lights leading to the junction roundabout.

"Oh come on! I don't think that's fair at all. Will Graham simply suffers from a high level of empathy that makes him just not wish to connect with humans on any real form of emotional level, all because he always sees more than anyone should. Whereas with your dear Dr. Lecter, we are looking at a severe case of sadistic psychopath who takes way too much pleasure from murdering, butchering and **eating** his victims. Did I forget to add the fact that he likes to 'elevate' his victims to the status of perfect pieces of art after stealing their organs? My apologies but, clearly, from this quick analysis of our separate fantasies, you are clearly the one who needs the help of a therapist... Preferably not a cannibalistic one"

Felicia could feel the witty retort poised upon her tongue, her rage making her completely obliviously to the red traffic lights that flashed before her speeding vehicle, vaguely noticing the change in Sera's expression as it shifted from smug victory to growing horror as she looked past her friends face and out of the window. Her own voice was cut off before given the chance to form words as Sera screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Felicia! Reverse the..."

Her words were cut short as the lorry slammed into the side of the vehicle, throwing it onto its side with the force of the impact as smoke began to billow from the bonnet and small sparks of a flame began to catch on the oil as it leaked onto the tarmac. Inside the vehicle, two bodies lay motionless as the world around them fell into instant darkness.

***Only moments later:***

Sera could hear the sound of a monitor screaming into life, her own voice groaning alongside a second as she tried, and failed, to force her eyes to focus and seeing only white walls and the vague outlines of a piece of machinery. Voices were calling out around her, yet none of them seemed familiar as she tried to make sense of it all, tried to see if she could see even the faintest blur of Felicia amongst the vague images of people dressed in, what seemed to be, blue scrubs. Nurses?

"Someone call for the doctor! I think their waking up"

"Hello, Doctor Trent? It's the patients in private ward 3, Their vitals have spiked and are beginning to show signs of activity. We believe they are waking up"

Footsteps seemed to pound through the distorted room as two men, neither dressed like the nurses, tried to push their way forward, one towards Sera and the other towards a separate bed that stood to the right of her own. The words that passed the lips of the obscured nurse were the final thing that Sera heard before succumbing to the realms of sleep once more, her body and mind hit with a wave of exhaustion that seemed all consuming.

"Mr Graham, Dr. Lecter, It would be best if you left and sat in the waiting room until the doctor is here and able to give you further news... Just until we are certain that your Omega mates have recovered from their comes"

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**To be continued? Let me know what you think :)**


	2. Chapter 2

Her eyes gazed upwards, hands folded atop the wrinkled sheets of the hospital bed as she tried to control the storm of emotions that raged within her. She had been lay here for a full day, the nurses coming in occasionally to check on her condition along with that of the unconscious woman beside her.

She truly envied Sera in this moment. The raven haired woman had passed out only moments after initially waking up and, therefore, had missed the madness that had ensued within the confines of the private ward. Thankfully that also included the hysteria that had taken hold of Felicia's senses when, having gained clarity of her where about and the ability to register the faces within the room, had come face to face with a man as he struggled to reach her against the nurses.

Hannibal Lecter. Dressed in his trademark three-piece suit and his hair slightly dishevelled from his tussle with the hospital staff and in that moment, he'd seemed nothing like what her recurring dreams had portrayed him to be. Whilst his mask of indifference had seemed mostly unaffected by the events going on around, she could see a spark of relief within those dark sanguine orbs that should have remained unnoticed to her. And yet, it seemed so natural for her to understand every small shift of emotion that occurred within the man.

She had been overwhelmed, panic setting in fast as her eyes darted around the room in hopes that she was just having a fresh dream only to find the figure of Will Graham, a man who had never once featured within her subconscious manifestations, fighting his own losing battle against the nurses. Although he had been much less graceful in his attempts to reach Sera in the bed beside her own, having tried to bite one of the poor members of staff for his efforts in subduing the other.

She was ashamed to admit it now, after always crediting herself for being able to handle even the most stressful or bizarre of situations, that she had seen fit to pull the blankets of her bed over her head as she muttered 'it's only a dream, it's not real' repeatedly to try and reassure herself. To no such success it would seem as, when she had peaked out from beneath, her vision was met with the same sight.

It had gotten no better from there. She had been left to calm down for a few hours, the steady breathing of Sera as she slept and the low hums and beeps of the life support machines beside their separate beds the only sound to keep her company before the nurses had chosen to return. She had believed that whichever twisted god had conjured this oddity up could not possibly have made anything worse for either she or Sera, but she had been so terribly wrong.

_"Miss Shepherd, we understand that you are confused and dazed by what has happened, but we assure you that everything will be alright now. You, alongside your friend, have been in a coma for the past six months after an attack was made upon you both by an alpha that held a vendetta against your own alpha mates... It is not uncommon for omega's to be targeted like this. You were both lucky to survive at all. Would you like to see your mate now, I am sure it will put your mind at ease"_

Felicia had nearly choked on fresh air at the nurses words, unable to form even two words together as she shook her head in refusal. How was seeing him going to help her? Being left alone in a room with a cannibalistic serial killer, with no one but her slumbering best friend for back up, had not seemed like the brightest idea the nurse could have suggested. But what made even less sense about the nurse's words was the reference to how they had ended up in the hospital to begin with and, even more so, the insinuation that both she and Sera were not only omega's but both had alpha mates. Hannibal and Will it would have seemed.

She had clear recollection of the accident and, if she wasn't much mistaken, it had definitely not been an attack. They had been in her car on the way to their separate places of work and education whilst they had bickered over the contents of their dreams, drawing her focus away from the road and causing her to fail in stopping at a red light, resulting in a lorry hurtling into the side of the car. That was what had landed them in these beds. Definitely not an attack, but she was clearly going to need some stern words with Sera on the importance of allowing the designated driver to concentrate on their surroundings. And what was this about alpha's and omega's? The last she had checked, there had been no such concept in the world she knew. Only the idea of regular men and women going about their lives without the burden of such labels dictating their behaviour.

"My subconscious needs a swift kick up the ass if it thinks I'm an omega in this twisted reality it's conjured for itself"

Her grumbling was cut short as a low groan sounded from the bed beside her, attention drawn back to her surroundings as Sera began to stir from her slumber. She was tossing slightly, trying to re-enter the realms of sleep but failing miserably as Felicia gave a sigh, not entirely sure if it was in frustration at everything or if it was in relief that the other girl had regained consciousness. She decided that it could only be a mixture of the two as she thought of ways to break her friend gently into this strange world they found themselves within.

"Sera? Come on, time to wake up"

"No... *yawn*... Five more minutes? I don't have lectures today"

Felicia placed a hand over her eyes in exasperation at the other girls words. She must have still been too wrapped up in sleep to piece together what had happened before. Clearly, a more direct approach was needed.

"You won't need to worry about lectures for now. Open your eyes Dorothy, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"

Sera groaned as she forced her eyes to open fully, blinking a few times to clear the sleep that coated her vision before bolting upright and beginning to look around frantically, a horrified expression upon her face, skin losing any healthy colouring as she began to recall what little she could.

"Oh god. I thought... I thought it was just a trick of my mind when I heard the nurses talking to those guys... Please tell me we're just in a regular hospital, that Graham and Lector aren't sitting out in the waiting room"

"Keep wishing... I've been up since you passed out. Trust me, it gets ALOT worse... How do you feel about being an omega in this messed up coma dream, With Will as your alpha mate?"

The expression upon Sera's face was one of horrified bewilderment mixed with a small spark of genuine curiosity towards the situation.

"How are we meant to get out of this mess? I've never met anyone who'd experienced a coma dream like this... Wait, when I heard the nurses talking, they said 'omegas'. Meaning that, if I'm one of the omega's, you're the other one and Hannibal Lecter is your alpha"

Felicia just gave a small nod, a dead-pan look on her face as the raven haired woman began to cackle at the confirmation. What could possibly be so amusing about any of this situation?

"You're one of the rudest people I know when cornered or taken out of the public eye... Girl, you're going to be dinner before the end of the week"

"Yeah? Well you're hardly one to talk! He'll probably have your liver for a started... Shh, someone's coming"

The pair fell silent as the sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor outside, cutting Sera short in the reply she had been about to give and stopping outside the door, a hand grasping the handle and turning slowly as voices were heard on the other side.

"If you will just give me a moment sirs, I'll check to see if either of your omega's are awake yet and up to taking visitors. If so, then you will need to be delicate when handling the patients. According to tests, it seems that no long term neurological damage has occurred. However, as is common with coma patients, shock and signs of amnesia are present within the pair."

The nurse pushed the door open, a warm smile on her lips as she met the blank gazes of the two women within the private room. She faltered slightly beneath those eyes, unable to recall the last time she had seen any omega look so cold or vacant of emotion. Omega's were usually the friendlier of the three genders, alpha's tending more toward aggressive or hostile behaviour whilst beta's stood within neutral territory of the two. If it were not for the over-powering scent of omega that met the nurse as she had entered, she would have thought the two were beta's.

"It's good to see you are both awake at last. We were beginning to wonder if you would ever wake Miss Wright... I know that it may seem a bit soon, but would you both be willing to take visitors now? They have been quite concerned about you both, especially with Miss Shepherd's refusal to allow them entry to the room"

Felicia let herself rest against her pillows, scowling towards the ceiling at the nurses slight tone of reprimand directed towards her. She'd never liked being made to feel like a child and this woman was already starting to push the limits of her fraying temper. Sera gave a gentle smile towards the nurse, something about the strange scent that invaded her, suddenly all too sensitive, nose made her instincts scream 'beta' as she gave a little nod of acceptance and watched the nurse retreat from the room.

Sera took a moment to let her eyes wander around the room, taking in the plain looking walls with bare minimum decoration against the pale blue and white of the paint. She sighed, already bored with the room, as she moved her gaze towards the nightstand and a confused frown graced her lips. Upon the little table stood a stuffed dog plushie, a husky, beside a 'get well soon' card that also had prints of dogs upon the front. A gift from Will Graham? She pulled the stuffed toy towards her, looking at it for a moment before turning to look at Felicia once more. The blond had a slight smirk on her lips as dark blue eyes scanned the toy. She seemed about to speak before Sera pointed an accusing finger towards her.

"Don't you dare say a word"

"Looks like dear Will likes you, maybe you'll finally get to join his little family of strays after all"

Felicia sniggered in amusement at the angry glare that was directed her way, narrowly missing the pillow that was thrown her way. She really did love the other girl like a sister but, after the copious amount of times that Sera had teased her, it was high time to get a little doze of revenge upon the raven haired woman.

"Yeah, well what about the fucking roses on your own nightstand? If I'm not much mistaken, you're not one to talk about having an admirer in this macabre FUCK UP that you landed us in with that accident... By the way, I really don't think you have room to insult my driving skills ever again"

The grin vanished from Felicia's face at the other woman's words, a twitch beginning to form within her right eye in annoyance as she prepared to aim her own reply in defence of herself, only to be silenced by a sudden clearing of a throat. Any remaining colour within their faces seemed to drain as they turned to look towards the foot of their beds, eyes locking with another's. Felicia wanted to scream blue murder as she stared into the face of Dr. Lecter, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips in a vague show of amusement as his hands gripped the handles of the hospital bed. Sera, on the other hand, simply felt frozen as Will tried and failed to make genuine eye contact with her, resulting to staring just above her face and at the wall behind.

"It is good to see you are both well and, apparently, haven't lost any of your fiery personalities. Although, dear Felicia, it was rather cruel not to allow us into the room once you had awoken"

Hannibal's words were like honey to her ears as she fought against her own minds desire to simply melt in pleasure at the sound of his beautifully accented voice. She sure as hell wasn't about to play along with this sudden role of 'omega' that had been thrust upon her, even with his overpowering scent of spice and sheer strength invading her senses.

"I'd just woken up from a coma, so sorry if that made me unwilling to take visitors. And besides, sleeping beauty over there has only just woken up so there wouldn't have been much point in a visit until now"

"Hey, don't blame me for the fact that you're an anti-social bitch"

Hannibal raised an eye brow slightly at the tone the two women were using. It had been a long time since he'd heard his mate direct such blatant sarcasm towards him, not since they had first met and he had found himself unable to even picture using her for his next masterpiece or ingredient. He was less surprised by the poor language and rude tone of Sera, having been forced to accept that he could not kill her for the offense unless he wished to break his own mates heart and the heart of his friend.

"I am not anti-social! I just didn't want to attempt a conversation with your snoring as a background noise"

Sera looked offended for a vague moment, how dare the other woman accuse her of snoring! She moved to face the other fully, planning to voice her own opinions, before a sharp twang of pain shot up through her limbs and a pained groan forced its way from her throat. Will panicked as he moved to check for what could have caused her discomfort, finding that her movement had caused the morphine drip syringe to dislodge from her arm slightly, sending a look towards the other alpha for assistance in the matter. He was an ex surgeon after all.

Hannibal reluctantly removed himself from Felicia's bedside, scanning his eye along the dislodge syringe before signalling for Sera to lift her arm so that he could re-insert the morphine drip. He felt a twitch begin to form within his right eye, a physical manifestation to display annoyance that he shared with Felicia, as the raven haired woman shook her head and scowled as she spoke.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to reignite your love for the medical practice by practicing on me. I'd much prefer an official nurse to do it so that I know it's been done right"

Felicia felt her jaw drop slightly at her friends words, shocked that she would be so rude towards a man who killed for that exact reason, before allowing laughter to pass her lips whilst pointing towards the other.

"What was that about me only lasting a week? At this rate, you're not even going to last a full day"

"That was very rude young Sera, what should be done about that?"

Sera's eyes widened slightly at the subtle threat that lay beneath those words, forcing herself to sit upright in the bed. It may have seemed like a hollow threat, but this guy wasn't someone she wanted to take that risk with. She turned to Will, trying to place a convincing smile on her lips as she pulled herself from the bed, allowing him to help with the drip as she thought of the quickest way to escape the room and its cannibalistic occupant.

"I could murder a coffee. Will, Do you know where I could get a coffee?"

She grinned wide as Felicia sent a look of murderous rage towards her, all but able to hear the insults echoing around her head as she was helped to the door by Will, turning slightly to give her parting words.

"He's your problem now... Play nice chica"

The door clicking shut behind Sera sounded almost ominous as Felicia and Hannibal turned, once more, to look at each other. That vague smile was beginning to return to his face and the strange scent that made her mind scream to submit to the alpha only seemed to have grown stronger now that it was not mingled with the scent of Will. She tightened her fists within the bed sheets, trying her hardest to remain unaffected by what she was sensing from the other man, pure strength and masculinity radiating from him in waves as she fought to suppress the groan of appreciation that wanted to break free. It shouldn't have felt so good to have him so close.

"When... When will we be discharged from here?"

"I shall speak with the doctors now. I should think that once they have been able to check that you are both suitably recovered, yourself and young Sera shall be returned to the care of myself and William. There is no better place for an omega to recover than within the safety of their own home and under the protection of their mates"

She went rigid at his words, watching as he left the room in search for a doctor who could answer his questions. Put under the care of Hannibal Lector and Will Graham? This situation was just going from bad to worse she thought as she collapsed back against her pillows once more.


	3. Chapter 3

She grimaced as she took a sip of the steaming liquid within the polystyrene cup, the flavour leaving a foul taste as she set it back down on the table. Weak with far too much milk only making it worse, the coffee beans clearly burned whilst being passed through the machine. In short, this poor substitute for what she would normally drink was only making her feel worse as she tried to think of something to say to the man sat with her at the table.

"One good thing about living with Felicia: The girl has good taste, I think I've gotten far too used to the Venezuelan dark roast that she gets delivered"

She tried to cover the slight smile that threatened her lips as Will gave a soft chuckle, feigning eye contact as he chose to focus upon the tip of her nose. She couldn't quite put her finger upon it, but something about Will gave her a strange feeling of comfort in the hectic haze that seemed to be her mind, the scent of cinnamon spiced apples laced with a small twinge of honey sweetness as a subtle wafting of a log burning fire cut through to give a delicious smokiness to the fragrance that reminded her of perfect winter nights and snug log cabins that soothed away the bite of the first snow fall. It took all her control not to inhale that scent and let herself drown within it.

"It's been a while since you lived with Felicia. Sera, can I ask you something?"

She tilted her head slightly, earning another smile from the empath before her. It might not have seemed like anything important to someone else but, to Will, it was a gesture that brought back fond memories of his mate, a cute sign of confusion or inquisitiveness and, on the odd occasion, of teasing ignorance to her own behaviour. There was silence for a moment as Will thought of how best to phrase his question.

"What do you remember before waking up from the coma?... Do you remember the attack at all? Anything about myself, your life or even Felicia and Hannibal?"

Sera frowned at his words. There hadn't been an attack, not that she knew of at least. It had been a car crash that had landed them in the coma. And of course she remembered Felicia, it was hard not to remember the foul tempered woman that she shared an apartment with, or at least used too. But none of those memories seemed to contain Will or Hannibal. So why was he speaking as if she should have had a life time of memories with him?

"I don't remember ever being attacked, just a regular morning that ended with a lorry ploughing into the side of Felicia's car... Sorry"

Will felt as though a weight had just crushed his heart. He had suspected amnesia by the simple fact that, whilst she seemed to be acting friendly enough, Sera was acting distant towards him, like she had no memory of who he actually was. She would normally have at least sat as close as she could to him, enjoying the calming effect his scent had always had upon her as they spoke of everything that crossed their minds. She was one of the few people he knew that he felt any true happiness with and to have it taken away seemed like the cruellest twist of the knife. To make matters worse, her subconscious seemed to have recreated the events that had lead to the coma. What else had it recreated and would Felicia be under the influence of the same thoughts?

"It's fine, you're OK and that's what really matters, The doctors warned that the road to a full recovery would be a long one... Though I don't think you should have spoken to Dr. Lecter like you did"

The smile that crept along her lips was slow, crooked and mischievous with a slight flash of teeth in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes glistened as she took another sip of her coffee, ignoring the foul taste in favour of planning how to word her reply.

"Oh? Why's that? Is the good doctor a little sensitive behind that stoic mask he wears so well?"

"More than you'd believe"

Will's words were muttered around the polystyrene rim of his own beverage, thankful that Sera seemed oblivious to his own words. He wished he could just remind her, reawaken the memories of her life with himself that seemed repressed within her mind, but the nurse had warned against such actions. Such an abrupt course of action could cause damage to her neurological system and that was something he really wanted to avoid. He sighed, taking a look at his wrist watch before moving his gaze back to the tip of her nose, standing carefully with a sad smile upon his lips as he spoke, hand offered out to help her up onto her own feet in a silent request for even the smallest amount of contact to sooth his need to be close to her.

"I've got to go, I have a lecture in just over an hour... But I'll walk you back to your room. You need all the rest you can get if you want to get better"

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Hannibal frowned as he pulled the door closed behind him, cutting off the view of the young woman within the room as she lay upon the bed. Whilst he was overjoyed that she was out of the coma and aware of his presence once more, he couldn't help but feel that something definitely seemed wrong with her behaviour.

He knew that she had never been an overly affectionate person, choosing to keep her heart far away from her sleeve when dealing with others. She had never taken any pride in her status as an omega or the belief that she needed to be submissive to her chosen alpha's every desire, he had learned rather quickly that there was not a submissive bone in her body unless provoked by her own biology. It had been one of the first things he had taken a liking too about her, the fiery personality and ability to hold her own against others making her stand out where others had failed before in his affections, her behaviour in comparison to other omega's catching his attention upon their first meeting. But even for all her strengths, before the attack, she had still allowed him to care for her when they were alone together, allowed him to hold her close and fulfil his role as her bond mate. Now it was as if a wall had been thrown high around her, blocking him from getting close to her as she spoke warily with him and eyed him with a look of mistrust. It was like he'd been thrown back in time to the first few weeks of his attempting to court her.

It was clear that amnesia had taken a firm hold of her mind when, having tried to speak with her about the attack, she had adamantly insisted that a car accident had been the cause of the coma. He would need to question further about this notion, if her subconscious had recreated the event then what else could it have altered? Could that be the cause for her distance towards him?

He sighed, feeling tired for the first time in a long time as he began to walk down the corridor and towards the exit, he still had an evening appointment with a patient to attend too and, despite his desire too, he could not cancel now. At least, in the hours after the two women's initial awakening and Felicia's rejection of his presence, he had been able to return home and prepare a simple meal for both before returning. Hell would freeze over before he allowed his mate to eat sub-par hospital food that contained god only knew how many artificial components and, as much as the raven haired woman irritated him, the same went for Sera.

"Are you leaving too Dr. Lecter? I was just bringing Sera back to the room before heading for my next class"

Will's voice caught his ears as the other man turned the corner, arm holding Sera's arm gently as she pulled along the IV drip. He raised an eyebrow slightly, taking in the slight stiffness of her posture at the alpha's vague touch and the look of uncertainty within her eyes. Clearly Felicia wasn't the only one struggling with even the slightest form of intimacy at this moment in time.

"Yes, I have an appointment that cannot be cancelled. And besides, Felicia does not seem in the mood for company at present"

Sera scoffed as she moved away from Will completely and placed her hand upon the door handle. Of course her friend would be reluctant to speak, she was probably doing her best not to have a fatal heart attack at being in the same room as a cannibalistic serial killer, coma induced dream or not.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll come round eventually. It's all just one giant shock to the system right now"

Sera was about to vanish into the room, eager to return to the only other person she could talk too about everything that seemed to be happening, only to be stopped as Will's gentle voice caught her ears.

"We'll be back tomorrow, the doctors said that you'll both probably still be here for a few more days or a week at most so I'll bring some clothes with me. I know that you never liked the hospital clothing... Just let Felicia know that Hannibal is going to bring some clothing for her as well"

Sera gave a small nod of thanks, unsure of how to react to his kind suggestion or the attempt at a reassuring smile from Hannibal as the door shut behind her when she entered the private room, grinning in amusement at the sight of Felicia, still in the bed. She was upright now, propped up by her pillows as she glared down at the plate in front of her, an expression caught between horror and bewilderment upon her face as she poked the food with a fork.

"Did the big bad cannibal make dinner?"

"Yes. Yes he did. He made it whilst I was rejecting their visits apparently... He made one for you as well"

Her voice seemed weary as she pointed towards the other woman's night stand, Lecter's presence still lingering within her mind and causing a small part of her to yearn for his return. That was the last thing she needed right now, his exotic scent muddling her thoughts when she was trying to think of a way to get them both out of this situation and out of this frightening sub-reality that they had been placed within.

"Well wasn't that nice of him. So what are we having?"

"Liver. Liver with some fancy French name attached to it"

Sera nodded slightly in vague acknowledgement before taking the plate from her side table and settling herself back within her bed, staring at the food for a moment before happily picking up her fork and eating. Felicia felt her stomach give a nauseating flip as she watched the other girl, her expression shifting to full horror.

"The fuck is wrong with you, don't you remember what that is?"

Sera shrugged, humming in approval at the explosion of taste that occurred upon her tongue as she swallowed her mouthful. Sure, it was a human liver but damn, that man knew how to cook.

"Meat is meat and, to be honest, I'm starving. It's like the vegetarians say really: 'all meat is murder'... So we might as well enjoy it. And besides, I'm thinking that we need to play dumb to what the good doctor really is if we want to survive this messed up dream. Just until we either figure out a way of getting home or establish where the boundaries are with both Will and Hannibal"

Felicia groaned as she turned her gaze back down to the plate in front of her, not exactly happy at how logical the other's reasoning seemed to be. It was the safest route at this current point to pretend that they had no clue to Hannibal's true nature, at least until they were able to wake up or be certain that he would not make them into his next meal. She lifted a fork full to her lips, willing herself to imagine it to be anything other than what it was as she took the mouth full, a groan forcing from her throat as her eyes shut at the flavours assaulting her taste buds.

"Damn it, why does he have to make murder taste so good"

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**I am hoping to have the next chapter up within a week, although I can make no definite promises. But I can be certain that we shall soon be leaving the confines of the hospital as the girls are placed under the care of Will and Hannibal.**


	4. Chapter 4

The heat was intense, uncomfortable against her skin as she watched the flames from a relatively safe distance, causing a tingling sensation to course across her flesh. She could not move away, did not want to move, eyes transfixed upon the sight before her as she clutched a hand within her own.

She should have felt horrified at their actions, ashamed that either of them could resort to such drastic behaviour. But all she felt was relief washing over her as the roof timbers began to fall and the building began to cave in slowly, a feeling of finally being safe gripping her heart.

"What if someone finds us Felicia?"

"We'll be long gone by then... The only good thing about this place was that it was in the middle of nowhere"

Sera gave a vague nod and squeezed Felicia's hand a little tighter, a small reassurance for both girls until a scream ripped through the flames and captured their ears. Eyes trailing up to the top floor window, the shadow of a man could be seen as he flailed and fought a losing battle against the inferno of his own death. Felicia smiled, slow and menacing as she watched him, allowing Sera to hide her face in her shoulder. He was gone from their lives, along with the memories that the house had held for the two young Omega. It was his fault Felicia could find no joy in her own biology, resenting the idea of any alpha ever becoming her mate. It was his fault that Sera was such a nervous teen and couldn't find her courage anymore.

He was meant to look after them, a foster father until they could go out into the world alone and find their own way. Alpha's were meant to protect Omega's, so why had he subjected them to mood dictated beatings, tortured them with their worst fears and then pretended to be a perfect role model to the rest of the world. Well no more. She'd help Sera find herself again and they'd look after each other, just like they had always done.

"We'll be OK... It'll be hard but anything's better than staying here"

The girls turned, their few possessions flung over their shoulders in rucksacks and hands still clasped together in a silent show of solidarity and joint strength, heading towards the nearest bus stop. The screams continued to dance within Felicia's mind long after they had left the burning house behind and feeding her desire for both she and Sera to become more than just a weak little Omega with nothing to their name. With the death of their foster father, a fate he deserved even if it had been an accident, they would be reborn.

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Felicia snapped up in her bed, the feel of her heart pounding and the perspiration beginning to bead against her forehead as she took in the surroundings of the hospital room, forcing her breathing to regulate. What had she just dreamed of? It had felt so familiar yet completely foreign, like a memory trapped behind a cloud of uncertainty, as a mixture of lingering anger and relief continued to grip her. It had been nothing like the dreams she was so accustomed too, no sign of Hannibal to be found within her dream world, only memories of the teen who shared her name and face yet did not seem even remotely familiar to her.

"Hey, are you ok? you were moving a lot in your sleep"

Sera was stood beside the bed, concern in her eyes as Felicia swiped a hand across her face. The Sera within her dreams was nothing like the young woman she knew, she had been nervous and fearful of the world around her, nothing akin to the boisterous and confidant woman before her. So why did it feel as though she had seen an important truth, something that held a significance far greater than her addled mind could fully comprehend.

"I'm fine, just a weird nightmare. How did you sleep?"

She pushed the covers of the bed back, casting a quick gaze towards the other girl before staring out of the window. Sera was smiling brightly as she all but skipped around the room, packing the few items of clothing that Will had brought for her before tucking the husky plushie into the top layers of the overnight bag.

"I slept really well, clearly much better than you did. No dreams about Will for a change"

So Sera hadn't had the dream repeated either? Something seemed strange about that, the fact that the dreams that had plagued them for six whole months had suddenly disappeared. Felicia frowned as something clicked in her mind. Six months, the length of time that they had apparently been in the coma, the same length of time that the dreams had been occurring. Could the two be linked in some way? She forced the questions from her mind before they could develop too far. There was no chance that the two held any connection so there was no point thinking about them.

Besides, there was a far greater concern on her mind. Today was their discharge date from the hospital, the day they would be placed into the care of both Will and Hannibal. It was 9:00 AM, they had said they would be arriving at 9:30 AM.

"They'll be here soon. just short of half an hour. Any bright ideas on how to get away before then?"

"We could feign sickness"

Felicia scoffed at the idea, standing and moving toward the window to look at the scenery outside. It was a nice day, clear skies and no other patients wandering around the gardens that could be spying upon the room.

"Nice try, but you're forgetting who we're dealing with here. Dr. Lecter can smell Cancer for Christ sake, I'm pretty certain he could sniff out whether we were actually sick or not. And then you've got Will, a man who gets into the mind of the most horrific serial killers for a living. Even if Hannibal failed to sniff out our lie, Will could see clean through it just by getting into your head... No, we need something a little more drastic here"

Sera's eyes widened as the fair haired woman opened the window, moving to perch herself onto the ledge as she looked out and towards the ground below before assessing the drain pipe beside her, wrapping a hand around the cool metal to test its strength. Sera gave a startled gasp as she moved forward, aiming to pull her friend back from the edge.

"Fliss, I know the idea of living with a cannibal is scary but don't you think suicide is a bit much?"

"Get a grip! I'm desperate, not suicidal. We're on the second floor and there's a drain pipe right next to our window. It won't be too difficult and it's the best I can think of on such short notice"

She took a firm grip on the drain pipe once more, moving to link her right foot behind before carefully swinging herself outward as Sera rushed to watch her descend, jaw slack as her best friend shimmied down. It was usually her that acted reckless whilst Felicia chose to follow logic. This was definitely out of character. But then, faced with living with a cannibalistic serial killer would make anyone act a little differently. Slinging her legs over the side, still watching as Felicia finally reached the ground below, she decided to follow the other's example

"Hey wait up bitch!"

"Wait for what young Sera?"

She felt herself go rigid, turning her face towards the door in an almost robotic style as she met the unimpressed gaze of Hannibal and the concerned gaze of Will before turning back to watch as Felicia met her gaze, a smug grin on her face before walking on. Clearly this was revenge for leaving her to get coffee when they had first woke up. Her words were muttered as she glared at the woman's retreating back.

"Oh you bitch"

"And where, may I ask, has dear Felicia vanished too?"

She bit the inside of her cheek. She knew he was far from being a stupid man, he had seen her about to climb out of the window, noticed the way she had been looking forward rather than at the drain pipe she was aiming to shimmy down. There was no way he couldn't have put two and two together, so clearly he was testing to see whether she was brave enough to lie to his face.

"Erm... Would you believe me if I said I don't know?"

Hannibal felt his eye twitch slightly at the answer she gave. Of course she would continue to try and rile him up in this situation, annoying him had always been a hobby of hers. Clearly the amnesia hadn't changed that. Will frowned, moving quickly towards Sera as he noticed the gleam within those eyes. The last thing he wanted or needed was for Hannibal to finally snap with her.

"I think it's clear that she's gone down the drain pipe and wandered off, you'd be best looking outside, I doubt she'll get far with how big the grounds are for this place"

It took all Sera's self control not to laugh as Hannibal gave a slight growl of annoyance towards the situation before leaving the room, the door slamming slightly behind him.

"Can we follow him? I get a feeling that this is a show we don't want to miss"

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Felicia groaned as she came to a halt, faced with the same dead end she'd wandered too at least twice now. Fifteen minutes after her initial 'great escape' though the window, she found herself lost within the labyrinth that the hospital claimed as it's grounds.

"I'm starting to think that, whoever designed these gardens, they planned ahead for escape attempts"

"You would be correct. Although, your sense of direction was never the best either"

Like a rabbit caught in the head lights, Felicia froze, the accented voice that sent a spark of heat through her body catching her ears. She forced herself to turn around, only wishing to confirm who was speaking, and came face to face with Hannibal. His jaw set in a vague show of irritation as his eyes glittered dangerously within the otherwise perfect calm of his face.

"Ah bollocks"

"Language chica. You know he doesn't like swearing"

The pair sent a glare towards Sera as she appeared around the corner, giddy grin on her face as Will trailed behind her. Clearly she had tagged along to watch the show as Hannibal returned his attention to the runaway woman before him.

"Would you care to explain Felicia why, not only did you decide to leave your room when you knew we would be with you shortly, you chose to risk your own safety by climbing down the drain pipe, in your pyjamas no less?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly and Sera could have sworn she could feel the dark aura swirling between the two, both sending challenging eyes towards the other as Felicia prepared her reply, with a slight click of her tongue and tilt of her head.

"I was trying to get some fresh air, a bit of alone time, after a poor night's sleep. I took the drain pipe route because I figured that I'd run into you two if I took the ordinary way out of the hospital. Guess I failed miserably in my ambition"

A low growl seeped through from within Hannibal's throat as he drew closer to the fair haired woman, her answer having frayed a small portion of his perfect self control as he allowed a brief spike in his pheromones to reach towards her, delighting in the familiar reaction that she gave. Her pupils were dilating as she began to back away from him, breath coming out in ragged pants as she tried to control the increase in her heart rate. but this was not a reaction of fear, whether she realised it or not, rather her body beginning the process of submitting to its rightful Alpha.

Sera couldn't describe it when she had felt the sudden shift in the air around them, the sudden feeling of true danger and aggression forcing her to hide behind Will as the curly haired alpha simply watched on, a small gleam of concern in his eyes.

"What is that?"

Her words were stuttered slightly as she watched Lecter advance, predator like, towards her friend. Will gave her a slight glimpse before looking back towards the other two. He had to bear in mind that neither girl had any recollection of their lives or even their own biology due to the amnesia, hopefully Hannibal would remember the same thing before he went too far.

"That is Hannibal reminding Felicia through his instincts as an Alpha that he is the dominant of the two. When an Alpha feels that their Omega has gone too far or behaved poorly, he or she is able to cause a spike in pheromones to act as a warning before any true punishment is required"

"I hope I never have to go through this with you"

Sera felt a lump form in her throat as she finished her words, swallowing down the uneasy feeling as she turned to look back at Felicia again, catching the moment when the other girl's back collided with the dead end wall and slid down as she continued to look up towards Hannibal, his lips pulled back in a feral smirk as his inner beast seeped through slightly, rattling it's cage at the sight of the Omega.

"You shall take no such risks again Felicia, You may fail to remember but it is my duty to protect you and I will not have you challenging this matter"

For a moment, Hannibal believed he had won this matter as he lowered the pressure he was placing upon the petite woman, stretching his hand out to help her stand once she had brought her breathing back under control. He was wrong it seemed as her eyes narrowed once more and she knocked his hand away, pulling herself up without his aid, a feral sneer of her own upon her lips as she rebuilt her courage once more.

"Whatever you just did, that didn't feel protective. The complete opposite in fact. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get changed"

Felicia didn't even look at Sera as she stormed passed, her face red with embarrassment that she had been made to feel so small and vulnerable by Dr. Lecter. Whatever he had just done to her had made every bone in her body feel like jelly, caused her to feel weak and submissive beneath the sheer power and dominance being directed towards her. It had felt intense as she had fought to hold back a whimper, felt betrayed by her own body as a strange sensation of arousal had begun to burn within.

She wanted to scream, cry and lash out with her fists towards the man that she would soon be at the mercy of. She could only hope that either she or Sera could figure out a solution to get home before anything bad happened.

Sera frowned as she watched the retreating back of her friend, shifting her gaze briefly to Hannibal as he swiped a weary hand across his face before moving to follow Felicia, seemingly caught deep in thought as Sera took a hold of his arm to catch his attention.

"Look, I'm not sure what you were hoping to achieve with that little display. But that isn't the way to get in her good books... The girl knows how to hold a grudge, trust me"

Hannibal barely managed a nod in acknowledgement before continuing after his enraged mate. Of course he knew his actions had not been the wisest, but he had been caught in a rare moment of anger and acted on instinct. Something he hoped he could rectify sooner rather later. He knew better than most that Felicia Shepherd could hold a grudge, knew some of the darkest secrets that she seemed to have forgotten. Including the truth behind the fire that had destroyed the foster home she and Sera had been in as teenagers.

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**OK, so I hope you all liked the update and that you'll let me know what you thought. In the next chapter, we will finally see the girls out of the hospital and apart for a little while. **


	5. Chapter 5

The tension in the car was palpable, the woman beside him as he drove sat silent as a mouse whilst her eyes stared blankly at the passing scenery. He wanted to reach a hand out in an attempt to sooth her but knowing that it would do no good, the events at the hospital having rattled her slightly and the separation from her best friend only seeming to have made her mood more forlorn.

"Cheer up, you'll see Felicia soon. The doctors just recommended some time at home to recuperate and get back into your old routine"

Sera scowled at his words. Away from the other girl, she felt no need to keep her sunny disposition or the need to be her usual cheery self. That was something she kept up to equal out and pacify the fiery sarcasm and foul temper of the other woman. But now, on her own with Will, she was pissed. Royally pissed and, honestly, the doctors opinions could go and take a jump off a cliff.

"Old routine? I have no recollection of anything to do with you or with where we're going. My best friend is still at the hospital, getting ready to live with a guy she remembers jack all about beyond his profession and his dislike for poor manners. Which, by the way, is going to end badly after the fact that he made her feel threatened. She's rude, randomly violent and sarcastic when made to feel cornered and we've gone and left her alone with a man who can't stand any of those traits in a person"

She turned to face Will, eyes blazing and fists clenching with anger as the man stared in surprise at her, before finishing what she wanted to say.

"So excuse me if I'm not exactly happy at the moment... Now if you'll please just pay attention to the road and leave me alone for the rest of the journey, that would be fabulous. From what I remember, it was a car accident that landed me in this mess and I really don't want to relive the event"

Will snapped his face forward, his mind reeling with the bluntness of her words. He'd forgotten how sharp her own tongue could be when removed from the influence of Felicia, the blond usually assuming the role of, as Sera had once called her, 'queen bitch' and allowing the raven haired woman to be more jovial and teasing.

His instincts as an Alpha called for him to give some sort of reprimand, take control of the situation and reassert his dominance over the Omega that challenged him all too freely. But his heart spoke different, reminded him of the situation and made him see that it was nothing personal, not really, that made her speak so bluntly. She was scared, no memories of her life to fall back on and thrown head first into an ocean of mistrust and frustration. Taken from the only other person she remembered and could relate too, he knew Sera would feel defensive. He could only hope that returning to the home they shared would awaken some small form of recollection and begin the slow process of remembrance.

"I promise, nothing bad will happen to Felicia whilst she's with Dr. Lecter"

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Deep breath in. Deep breath out. She could do this she told herself, had no reason to fear exiting the bathroom and leaving the safety of the hospital. Her eyes were glued on the mirror in front of her, scrutinizing the image she made. On the outside, she seemed to the world completely calm and collected, like nothing could faze her or crack the marble mask of her face. On the inside, however, she was an utter wreck of panic and questions.

She scowled, wanting to punch something, anything, to remove the tension and frustration she was feeling towards everything in that moment. Who in their right mind would willingly walk into the clutches of a person they knew to be a serial killer, a cannibalistic one at that.

'You would. You're hardly one to back down or cower'

The voice in her head was teasing, sounded all too much like her jovial best friend for her liking, as she made a good point in the argument she was having with herself, she couldn't remember the last time she had backed down from even the smallest challenge, like her very being rebelled completely against the idea of anyone getting the better of her. She just couldn't back down, so why should this be different?

"All I have to do is behave... Keep calm and don't let myself get riled up. Easy"

'Suuuurreeee... Says the woman who'd fight with thin air if it blew the wrong way'

She dropped her head in exasperation. It was never a good sign if the voices could actually hold a valid point in an argument. A light tapping upon the bathroom door broke her free from the taunting of her own mind, reminding her of just who was waiting outside for her.

"Felicia, you have been in there for approximately twenty minutes. I am beginning to believe you are stalling on our departure"

Her fists balled up as she fought to hold back the urge to reply, to shout 'No shit Sherlock' at the man. She had to behave, it was the only way she'd survive until she could see Sera again. With a heavy sigh, she moved towards the door and pulled it open, eyes locking with Hannibal's as he sent that same, barely-there, smile towards her that made her heart begin to race and a vague blush come to her cheeks.

Hannibal had been sat on the edge of the bed when the door had been pushed open, his eyes moving from the screen of his I-pad as he cancelled appointments and meeting the gaze of Felicia. His pulse gave a slight jump as a hint of a smile teased upon his lips, eyes darting quickly and un-noticed as he drank in the sight she made now that she was dressed and ready to leave. The subtle swell of her hips and breasts were defined beautifully by the figure hugging turtleneck dress, it's royal blue shading matching with her sapphire eyes and enhancing the features as they glistened with the fire of her soul, the pale gold of her hair falling free in soft waves that he wished to run his fingers through as felt her pressed against his body.

That, however, would need to wait as he noticed the cold gaze she was fixing upon him, lifting himself from the edge of the bed and moving to grab the overnight bag before turning back to the woman before him. He could see the conflict within her eyes, the warring emotions of her natural desire to fight against him and the small lingering desire for self preservation as she watched his every move with ice in her eyes.

"Are you ready to leave dearest?"

Amusement spiked through him as he saw the slight twitch of her eye, registered the clench of her fist as she tried to keep control of herself. She was so raw in her emotions in that moment, something he had not seen from her before. Always so in control of herself to hide the secrets of her countless crimes, the crimes committed by both she and young Sera. But for now his precious ice queen was without her mask until the day she remembered her truth and he would enjoy this whilst he could.

"Do I really have a choice Hannibal?"

"There is always a choice dearest. But, where there is choice, there is always someone who will go against your decisions... Now let us leave"

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The car pulled up slowly outside the house, the remainder of the afternoon sun shining down weakly as Will turned off the engine and got out of the driver's seat, moving towards the passenger door. He'd intended to do the gentlemanly thing of opening the door for her, offering his hand perhaps to help her from the seat, only to have the door flung open and nearly catch his leg as she pulled herself free of the car with a look of irritation on her face as she caught his eyes for a split second before breaking the contact.

"I don't need your help to get out dumb ass."

He pinched the bridge of his nose as she stormed towards the front door. The car journey had been difficult, filled with silent tension after her outburst at him and the raging emotions that surrounded her attacking his own senses like a brick to the face. He had felt nothing but stress, panic and nervousness rolling from her the entire time and even his attempts to sooth her with the remains of their bond had failed miserably, his scent and pheromones doing nothing but making her panic further as they sat in silence.

He had to wonder whether Hannibal was having the same miserable success rate with his own mate. Sera may have been giving him the cold shoulder but it had to be better than what Felicia must have been like. The woman had a nasty habit for revenge when angered.

Sera hid her frown as the empath gave a weary sigh and followed her towards the door. She knew he hadn't done anything to deserve the attitude she was sending his way, knew he was trying his best to make her feel better and more at ease and it made her feel slightly guilty for treating him so badly. She was just stressed, confused about what she was meant to do without Felicia there to talk too about what was happening and worried to death about whether the other girl would actually survive the week with Lecter.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't be taking everything out on you, it's not your fault that any of this happened"

Will smiled slightly as he turned to look at her, feigning eye contact once more as he allowed a small portion of his pheromones to reach out towards her and sooth her mind slightly, happy to see some small amount of tension leave her shoulders .

"I know it's hard right now, but it will get easier and your memories will come back eventually if you just give it time... You don't remember me yet, not really, but I'm here for you and I hope I always will be"

Sera blinked at his words, her heart swelling slightly at the honesty he was speaking to her with. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel that this man was real in front of her. The man she had dreamt of for six months, longed to have for herself, was right in front of her and yet she couldn't bring herself to reach for him. But a part of her mind begged for her to do so, the part of her mind that seemed to sing with joy at the sheer sight of him and the part of her mind that seemed to hold all her memories locked tight within a chest that she didn't hold the key for. She only knew for certain that his words and his scent made her feel safe, comforted and more at peace. It was strange, but nice.

"Thanks... I think I needed to hear that"

She bit her lip as a sudden wave of shyness hit her, something she rarely felt but couldn't suppress at the sight of Will's gentle smile becoming slightly warmer with her words as he placed the key in the door, hearing the latch unlock as she had to fight the urge to move just a little closer to him.

The moment was ruined however as the door was pushed open and the pair were ambushed by Will's pack of strays, knocking Sera flat on her back against the wooden flooring of the porch as each dog, tails wagging vigorously in excitement, greeted her with a happy yap and a nuzzle to the face or hand as she laughed, pulling herself into a sitting so she could fuss them properly.

"Hey guys, you seem happy to see me"

She was still grinning as Will reached his hand out to help her back up, feeling a warmth spread through his as she accepted the offer without a second thought. Maybe things would be ok, maybe it wouldn't take as long as he had feared for her to get her memory back. There was nothing he wanted more than to have his vibrant flame back to normal and burning bright once more.

"They missed you almost as much as I did"

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She sighed, eyes staring out at the world as the car drove through the streets of Baltimore, the sound of Vivaldi's Winter playing softly from the stereo. The entire car journey had been like this, neither she or Hannibal attempting to make conversation, though she suspected his silence was due to the almost glacial atmosphere that shrouded her. She was not in the mood to talk to him, not now that she was trapped in a moving vehicle with him and still intent on the attempt to behave herself in order to survive, and that meant keeping silent. She'd always had a bad habit of speaking without thinking.

She could feel his gaze upon her every so often, when the lights were on red and he could spare a glance away from the road or when the panic would spike in her heart and a fresh wave of her Omega scent would hit him and his knuckles would turn white as he gripped the steering wheel.

The scent of winter made his blood burn hot in his veins as she failed to realise what she was doing to him. He would have to teach her to regain control he thought as he indulged in the combination of Phlox and Winter Jasmine, the crisp but vague scent of fresh fallen snow mixing with the floral fragrance and adding a clean, almost tranquil effect to the aroma. She sang of pure winter, a personality as cold as ice under most situations, like a blizzard that kept most away, but beautiful and dazzling when seen in rare moments of peace by those brave enough to get close enough. Mixed with the pale perfection of her flesh, the equally pale gold of her hair and the deep blue shading of her eyes, it was little wonder that Sera had nicknamed her the ice queen.

"How long until we reach your house?"

She was still refusing to meet his eye, a tactic she had used many times before in their early days together to refrain from any behaviour that he would view as undesirable. She may have had a sharp tongue, but her survival instincts had always been equally as sharp. Unfortunately, that wasn't what he wanted right now, he wanted her to fight against him and to snap back with ice in her eyes. It was the only thing he knew that would prove the woman he loved was still there.

"We will be there soon my love"

He saw the way her hand twitched against her lap, the slight narrowing of her eyes at the endearment, but also the blush that said it was not entirely unwelcome. She was fighting not only himself, but her natural urge to accept him. He smirked slightly, knowing that he had already won this challenge.

"I believe that I owe you an apology, dearest. It was wrong of me to force my pheromones upon you back at the hospital grounds. I would hope that you will not hold it against me that I allowed my instincts to take over in a moment of foolishness"

Her hands clenched together, head snapping back to face him finally. She had been willing to forget that the incident had happened, will to let it go and not let it rattle her cage. Well to hell with him if he was going to be the one to bring it up.

"Quite frankly Dr. Lecter, your apology means rock all to me right now"

The words had left her mouth before she had time to stop them, the sudden appearance of her temper taking over before leaving her to regret it as she bit the inside of her cheek and sent a mental tirade of abuse towards herself, eyes focused anywhere but at Lecter and the voice of Sera still stuck in her head not doing anything to help.

'So much for behaving yourself... You couldn't even keep it up for a day'

She dared a glance back at the man, feeling her heart skip a beat at the amused and triumphant gleam within those sanguine eyes before he returned to watching the road ahead once more. She felt her blood boiling once more as a realisation hit her. He had done it on purpose, She had forgotten that this man seemed to know her personally and he had used the knowledge of her motor mouth and foul temper to get a reaction from her.

She sniffed in irritation, hearing the low chuckle of the man as he enjoyed his victory. Two could play at that game she thought. If he was going to play dirty tricks on her, then she would do the same. It clearly wasn't good behaviour he wanted from her at the moment, so why not have fun with the good doctor and get a little revenge for his actions towards her so far? If she remembered correctly, she could easily use his OCD to play her own games with him.

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**I am so sorry this update took longer than I thought it would. I hope that you all enjoyed it and will let me know your thoughts. As I said before, the girls are going to be spending a few chapters apart for now as Will and Hannibal attempt to rebuild their bonds with the girls.**

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	6. Chapter 6

The room is immaculate, precise in its design and intended to both entice and intimidate with its combination of rich blues, intricate patterns of swirling greys and dark hard wood furniture. He had shown her around the house, his intentions a hopeful attempt at 'refreshing' her memories of times they had spent together. But her mind had been elsewhere the entire time, barely registering the coaxing encouragement to look deeper than merely seeing and managing only to gain vague sighs of exasperation whenever she simply nodded at his words. Occasionally there would be the ghost of faces, voices as they spoke in distorted sentences when ever her mind slipped and she found herself following his simple request to observe, but they mattered little to her in that moment. She had far greater things on her mind, plotting revenge for his actions at the hospital and trickery during the car journey.

Now, she sat within the dining room, Hannibal sat at the head of the table whilst she sat too his immediate left. Her eyes were mapping the room, drinking in and registering the information that she needed to carry out her plan. It would be difficult, awkward even, as he seemed to have screwed down any piece of furniture that her smaller frame could manage to budge. She would need to suss out where he kept his screwdrivers. If he had any that was. If not, then she would think of something else.

"You seem distracted dearest. Is my cooking not to your taste or is there something on your mind that you wish to discuss?"

Felicia snapped from her scheming to look towards him, face set like marble and completely unreadable as she processed his question, he had a glint in his eye that made a shiver run through her spine, playful yet menacing, something that sent a bubbling of excitement as memories of arousal flashed through her mind. There were two problems with such questions: Firstly, of course his cooking was not to her taste, it was human and, therefore, wrong on more levels than she cared to count. Not that she'd bring it up, not until she knew exactly where she stood with the man and whether she'd end up as dinner also if she let her knowledge be known. Secondly, there was no chance in either heaven or hell that she'd disclose her thoughts to him. That would spoil the fun and lay waste to the time she had spent planning and thoroughly mapping it out.

So what better than to lie and play along with his little memory game?

"You're cooking is wonderful and you know it is... It is more that I find myself caught between distorted memories, disembodied voices speaking conversations that I feel I have once held within these walls. But they make no sense and hold no perfect pattern... In short, I feel like I've fallen out of the sanity tree head first"

Hannibal smirked slightly, taking a gentle sip of his wine, allowing the deep bodied flavour to caress his taste buds before sending her an amused look. So his tour of the house had worked in some small way it seemed, it could only be a matter of time now before her mind began to unravel and re-stitch together the events of her life before. He just needed to give some minor encouragement into the right direction.

"If you allow yourself to truly focus dearest, you may recall that you were required to be psychoanalysed when you first entered your profession... It is only fortunate that it was myself who did the test and was able to pass you on the results, otherwise I doubt they would have let you leave the office"

Her face scrunched up slightly in confusion as a picture embedded itself firmly within her minds-eye. The image of her sat opposite the good doctor as they both sent psychological shots towards each other, a strange battle between the two of them. She remembered that much about herself, she had been a psychiatrist before this strange reality, having to make sure Sera didn't steal any of her case studies. So why would it be any different here?

"I'm a psychiatrist here too?"

"You 'were' a psychiatrist my love"

Felicia felt her eye twitch and pulse skip at the endearment once more, sending him yet another frozen glare as her knuckles turned white around the cutlery she clutched. What the hell did he mean?

"Were? Please do elaborate on that... _Dearest"_

Placing his own cutlery down gently, he met her gaze as he folded his hands beneath his chin, choosing to ignore the blatant venom she used as she spat the endearment. Perhaps riling her up was not the kindest move he could make, but it seemed the easiest way to access her emotions. He wanted her livid, vibrant and alive, just like the woman he knew her to be. The smile that graced his lips was slow, calculated and seemed to scream 'you won't like this' as she gritted her teeth and tried to push down the anger that was bubbling back up, this was not what she had planned when she had promised herself to behave.

"I said: Elaborate"

"Omega's are un-permitted to work once they are mated too an Alpha. It is only through your own sheer determination that you were able to become a psychiatrist in the first place, through the use of heat suppressants and scent altering perfumes, before meeting myself... The only careers that actually permit Omega are within the serving and hospitality industries. On rare occasions, they can even become mid-wives"

With each word that passed his lips, Felicia could feel the shroud of rage encompassing her mind further, a menacing and dangerous voice within her mind beginning to gnash it's teeth and snarl to be released, before finally snapping. Her fists slammed down onto the table as she threw herself up onto her feet, eyes glassy as she snarled at the man, failing to register the victorious gleam within his eyes once more as, for a brief moment, the ghost of his own Felicia emerged upon her face and reminded him that he was not the only danger that sat within the room before fading back to the recesses of her mind.

"Are you trying to tell me that I am not ALLOWED to work in the profession I busted my ass for?"

"In short my dear, yes"

A distorted scream of rage, horror and sheer frustration ripped from her throat as she threw herself bodily away from the table and sent her chair flying backwards before storming towards the dining room door, eyes deranged as she turned back towards Hannibal, barely registering the vague look of mutual irritation upon his own face. Fuck him if he thought he could berate her and not get the brunt of her temper.

"I am not a fucking housewife! You can go burn in the seven circles of hell if you think I'm cleaning you kitchen and acting like your unpaid maid because I 'don't have a choice'! Now if you don't mind, I am going to bed!"

She stormed towards the stairs, hearing Hannibal's own chair move as he made to follow her. She may have been a little more derogatory with her outburst than she should have been but she found she could genuinely not have cared any less. She would be much happier once he was asleep and she could unleash her true revenge upon him.

"Felicia! You will come back here now!"

"Bite me, you asshole!"

She went into the closest room she could find, grateful that it was actually a guest bedroom, locking the door and throwing herself upon the bedding with another scream of frustration at the man who stood on the other side of the locked door. There was a vague gnawing within her gut as she waited for the hours to tick by, hearing the man retreat from the door and move back downstairs, an overpowering scent of sheer dominance, rage and arousal seeping through the gap of the door and infiltrate her senses, causing a weak whimper to break past her lips as she curled in on herself slightly against the soft sheets. She got the feeling she was playing a very dangerous game with the wrong person.

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He paced around his study, body almost predatory as he fought to regain control of the beast that she had unleashed within him. He had the right mind to force his way into the room his young mate had barricaded herself within and lay out punishment for the behaviour she had dared to display towards him. He had wanted her to fight back, but not to the extent she had done.

Before the coma, she had always saved such behaviour for when she wanted his darker side to take over, wanted him to hunt her down throughout the house and claim her in a mesh of sharp teeth and punishing thrusts, his hidden beast claiming and marking what was his before falling victim to sleep in whatever part of the house he had cornered her in. She had always been feisty, vicious behind the mask she wore and he had basked in it whenever she had let it slip. Unlike any Omega he had met before, she was wild and untamed, unwilling to simply relinquish the control she had over herself and her life. She had never wanted a mate before meeting him and had fought against his advances till the bitter end before finally accepting him.

But now, those words were genuinely meant to offend him, to fight against him and what he now stood for in her life. The one who held her prisoner, kept her chained with concepts she had no memory of. He could not allow himself to fall weak to his own desires, not until he knew she would not shun him for it.

Her outburst had enraged him, reminded him of times before and caused his blood to burn hot with the need reclaim, mate and bind her to him completely once more, to gain her submission in the most primal of ways. He could feel his cock swell as he allowed himself to fall back into the luxurious wingback armchair behind him, the light of the fire before him lighting his features as a slender, talented hand traced the outline of the appendage through the fabric of his trousers before lowering the zipper and freeing the heavy organ from within, wrapping his strong hand around the base and giving a determined stroke and twist to the head.

His eyes fell shut, the feel of his hand running along his erection causing a low growl of arousal to leave his throat. He imagined her, once more within the dining room as she knelt before him, his chair pushed back slightly to allow her space between his thighs, that wicked, talented mouth that had spoken with venom now wrapped around his swollen shaft and looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed as she took him in deeper and moaned as he carded his fingers through her hair, taking a firm grasp before forcing himself further within. She choked so beautifully around his cock as tears filled her eyes and she begged him silently with her eyes to let her breath easier.

"You were very rude Felicia... What is to be done about that?"

In his fantasy, as his hand speeds up along his arousal and he feels the coil of arousal begin to tighten within his abdomen, he has her bent over the dark wood of the dining table. A perfect contrast to the pale shade of her skin as he exposes her to him and thrusts himself deep within, revelling in the startled cry of mixed pleasure and pain she gives at the sudden intrusion of her body as he begins a brutal pace intended to punish and remind her that she belongs to him and bring her back into submission beneath him.

But she has never been submissive she reminds him as she thrusts back onto him, taking her own pleasure as they both feel his knot begin to stretch with his impending orgasm. She looks over her shoulder too him, eyes burning with all the passion she holds as she moans and calls his name like a mantra. She is his vixen, the only one he knows is truly brave enough to fight against him and able to withstand the monster he hides within his human suit. She is a monster herself, a devil hidden behind the mask of an angel.

The thought is all it took to finish him as, with a low groan, he released into his own hand before taking a few tissues from the box beside him, wiping his fingers clean and tucking himself away once more with a satisfied smile upon his lips. He was back under control of himself now, the Chesapeake ripper hidden carefully once more behind the charade that was Hannibal Lecter and his desire to mark and own her quelled for now.

But he had a fresh goal within his mind now. He may not be able to simply take her like he desires too, but he can build up too it and remind her of the love she felt for him, still feels for him deep within her frozen heart. It will just take time and planning. He will court her again, but not like the first time. He will court her like the gentleman he portrays himself to be rather than the murderer he truly is until she remembers and embraces their shared madness.

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3AM. The house was silent as Felicia moved through the halls of the house. She had long since heard the tell-tale shutting of a door across the landing that signalled Hannibal's own retirement to sleep but had chosen to wait until she could be certain he was sleeping. She had little time to carry out her plan, the knowledge that he is an early riser causing her to move more swiftly, petite form darting towards the kitchen with agility she couldn't quite believe was her own.

She felt she had done this before as she carefully shuffles through the contents of each drawer in search of a screwdriver. The feeling that there is a reason that the furniture has been secured in place, a reason that includes herself quite prominently, sends a shot of pride through her heart, but she can't quite place why.

'You won't find a screwdriver in this house... Hannibal has made sure of that after the last time'

The voice within her mind is definitely her own this time, but it's cold and menacing as it chuckles at her efforts, knows more than it lets on. For a moment, she sees herself in her minds-eye and is filled with a feeling of fear. _Murderer _echoes through her mind as the vision faded and she halts her hunt for the tool. The fear goes quickly, leaving something warm within her chest, as if she has wanted to see that woman, her true self, for so long.

'Use a knife... he won't expect it and we **need** to punish him. He has forgotten who he is dealing with'

Felicia listened to the voice gladly, listened to the darkness of her own soul as she pulled a selection of knives from their place, from simple cutlery to a sharp looking paring knife. She was determined to finish what she had started as she moved towards his study with the same agility as before. She felt as though she was beginning to meld with the memory of the other woman, accepting the dark and all consuming rage that she consists of. It made her feel whole again after so long of feeling like only half a person.

It was a worrying concept when it dawned on her. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so complete, like she no longer had a missing piece. She only knew that it was before six months ago that she had not felt broken, but she couldn't fully picture it.

'The memories will come in time... You will find me again and we will be whole once more... For now, just trust that Hannibal will not hurt you no matter how far you push him... Before all of this, he took care of you so well'

With that, the dark presence within was gone and she was alone as she began to test each knife on the screws that held down his desk, blunting the paring knife before discovering that the cutlery knife was actually best suited to her task. She didn't care. It just added to her revenge for his behaviour, blunting one of his precious knives was a small victory but would add to the effect she wanted.

She repeated the process on several other pieces of furniture, pushing each one an inch to the left or right before finally deciding that she has done enough on this aspect. His OCD for everything to be perfectly in place and ordered just to his taste would pick up on the changes as soon as he walks in and she can't wait for the result, as dangerous as it may be.

But she still felt that it wasn't enough, that there was still something missing as her eyes landed upon the abandoned I-pad upon his desk. A menacing smile graced her lips as she took a quick glance towards the clock. 4:30AM, she still had a little over an hour as she picked the tablet up and clicked the power button on, faced with a password barrier.

'Mischa'

That voice again, gone as quickly as it came with an answer as she typed in the name. Her heart constricted sharply as she put in the correct code, the name of his late sister. She did feel guilty for a split moment before rebuilding her resolve once more. She was good with technology, always had been she thought as she downloaded the app she needed and began to scroll through the playlist that comprises completely of aria's, opera and instrumental classics. How expected. She was going to have fun with this one.

It was little over 5AM when she finally finished her task and put the knives away in their separate places. She felt anticipation, even excitement chewing at her insides as she crept back to her room and locked the door with a subtle click. He would be up soon, and then she would see just how far she could push before she broke his mask, all in the name of revenge.


	7. Chapter 7

"What if they don't like me?"

the small Omega's eyes were brimming over with tears as she looked up towards the woman beside her, a kind smile upon the lightly wrinkled face as she did her best to be reassuring. She was scared and nervous, small hands clutching her teddy as she huddled into the side of the older woman, staring at the house before them with panic in her eyes. She may have been only seven but she knew what was going on, it was hard not to. The family that had once cherished her, the mother and father that had once doted upon her were gone, lost to a car crash after their anniversary outing as their only child had slept at home with a babysitter. She was alone, with no other family to take her in, and left to hope for the best as social services placed her under the care of a foster family.

"They will love you little one, don't worry. Mr Dunhill is a very nice Alpha and already has another foster child under his care, an Omega just like you... She's a year older than you and she doesn't speak much, but I know that you'll be fine"

She felt a little reassured at the kind words of Mrs. Wilks, watching as the elderly Beta knocked gently upon the front door of the house. She could hear footsteps within before the door opened carefully, her eyes widening slightly as a man came into view, her mind muttering 'Alpha' as she took in the sight of his broad frame, large hands and dark brown eyes slightly covered by a mop of dirty blond hair. Something about him put her on edge, but as he smiled at her and knelt down to her level, she guessed that it might have just been her nerves still.

"Good to see you Mrs. Wilks, I see you brought the newest member of my little family"

His voice was hoarse slightly and his breath was tainted slightly with the scent of stale cigarettes, but she ignored it in favour of looking past him as the man, she guessed that he must have been Mr. Dunhill, continues to talk facts with the social worker. There was someone stood in the shadows, a little taller than herself but not much, the other foster child? She could just make out the features of a ghostly pale face, a stone mask of nothingness as their eyes met and held each other. A chill ran through her at the coldness within those eyes, like she was staring into the heart of winter and being frozen. But she didn't feel afraid, something told her that there was nothing to fear about this girl, that behind the ice within those eyes, there was a person she could become friends with.

"So, What's your name little one?"

Her attention was snapped back to the Alpha, a gentle smile on his face as he tried to coax out information she knew he already had, he was just playing dumb to make her feel more comfortable. She'd play his game if it meant he'd introduce the girl hidden in the shadows, she was the one she was more interested in.

"Sera Wright"

"That's a pretty name. Well, my name is Charles Dunhill and this..."

He turned slightly to look towards the girl in the shadows, and for a minute Sera could have sworn a nasty gleam replaced the friendly sparkle in his eyes, beckoning the girl forward.

"And this is Felicia Shepherd. She'll be like your older sister from now on"

The thought was nice, she's never had an older sibling, but as she looked into Felicia's eyes, the girl stepping out of the shadows to reveal pale blond hair and deep blue eyes that sat upon her snow pale face like sapphires, the image of Omegan perfection, she could see only pain and sorrow. Why? Wasn't she meant to be happy? Why wasn't she making any effort to talk or stretch out the hand that clutched around her left arm? She was being so unfriendly.

Sera was going to change that. She didn't know why, but she liked Felicia for some reason. Something about the glacial atmosphere around her made Sera feel at ease, feel that the blizzard within the other girls heart could keep her safe. Felicia may not have liked her yet, but the younger girl was going to make sure that changed. If she was made of ice, then Sera would become the fire to melt her.

Felicia only frowned more as the little girl smiled warmly up at her before turning away and moving up the stairs towards her room, doing her best to hide the limp of her barely healed ankle and the grotesque bruise that marred her pale arm. She was only grateful that the jumper covered her back to hide the other injuries. Why had they needed to bring another child into the horror that was the Dunhill house? Couldn't they sense the danger that surrounded the man that now took another child into his care?

She didn't have the energy to protect another child as well as herself from the Alpha, not when he enjoyed beatings as frequently as he did.

**~ Six months later ~**

For any young child, six months is a long time and for Sera, time had never passed so slowly. It wasn't that she was struggling to settle in, far from it, she had made friends in her new school and had been doing well in her classes, she had begun to adjust well to her new home and found that she liked the secluded area with its nearby forest.

No, it wasn't a matter of school or her new home life. The problem was the other omega that resided within the walls of that house. The social worker hadn't been lying when she said Felicia rarely spoke, in fact she rarely ever came out of her room except for school or meal times. The immaculate mask of stone that she wore made it even harder to get to know the fair haired girl, Sera could never tell whether she was happy, sad, amused or angry. It was like staring at a statue.

But that wasn't to say that Sera hadn't learned anything about her 'sister'. She had, but only when the other thought she was completely alone. Each night, she could hear singing, a soft voice sometimes broken by strange thumping noises and groans of pain that Sera couldn't quite understand. When her voice was uninterrupted, she liked to just sit and listen to the emotions that came out in those few moments, wondering if she could convince the other to come and sit with her sometime and simply sing for her.

It also wasn't to say that she had given up in her efforts to get the other to become her friend, far from it. If there was one thing Sera knew about herself, it was that she didn't give up that easily. She had started subtly, sitting next to the older Omega at meal time and offering smiles as often as possible. It hadn't worked, Felicia would simply ignore the smiles and retreat to her room as soon as she could.

So she moved on to bolder approaches instead. They attended the same school, so recess was a perfect time to get the other girl when she had nowhere to escape too. It was a lot blunter but perhaps that was what was needed.

"Felicia? Why don't you talk to anyone at school?"

She must have been sitting under the tree for five solid minutes of silence, the blond reading a book and completely ignoring her presence. Or doing her best to try, but it was hard with a persistent seven year old following her every where she went. Felicia just wanted to be alone, just like she had always been before Sera came into her life. Why couldn't the little Omega be like everyone else? Her parents had abandoned her, the other children at school never tried to befriend her and Mr. Dunhill hated her with a passion. So why change her lonely life now? Why did Sera have to be different?

Sera frowned as, once again, no reply came. It was disheartening. She had tried and tried, but she couldn't even get a smile out of the other girl. And, maybe, that was all she wanted. A smile to prove that there was still a heart inside this human statue, someone who could be brought into the light and shown that everything didn't have to be seen through frozen eyes. She gave a huff and turned to look completely at Felicia as she began to speak sadly.

"It's OK if you don't want to talk to me... I guess I just like being with you. I never had a big sister before... But you always seem so sad and it makes me sad too... I just want to see you smile so I know you're OK... I'm sorry if I've been bugging you"

For the first time in almost three years, Felicia felt genuine surprise. No one had ever cared about her, and the truth in the little girls voice was almost difficult to register. She felt a pang of guilt hit her, a foreign feeling, as she thought of how cold she had been. Sera was different to others she had known, so maybe that meant she could allow herself the simple indulgence of finally having a friend. Her lip quirked upwards slightly and she saw the light burn within Sera's dark eyes as joy surged across her young face.

"Well, well. Look who finally made a friend. Looks like the freak isn't alone now"

Felicia felt her fists tighten slightly at the voice. Mitchell Prince. Whilst everyone else tended to avoid her like the plague, the young Alpha seemed to take delight in teasing and goading the Omega, hoping for a reaction. His 'friends' often just watched from the side-lines, cheering their leader on in his bullying, but never got involved, they were more pressured by their own family to play with him because his own parents had influence in their town. Felicia really couldn't have cared less for his status or for his little group of cling-on's.

"Leave her alone! She's not a freak, she's my sister"

Sera's voice was filled with stubborn anger, her dark eyes shining with frustration towards the boy as he laughed openly at her attempt to defend the other. She just wanted to show Felicia that she had a friend, that she didn't have to be lonely anymore, but the older boy grabbed a chunk of her raven hair and pulled harsh, giving a cruel smile as she began to cry in pain and attempt to get away.

"Stupid little Omega's, you'll never be better than an Alpha. But I guess freaks attract freaks"

Sera gave another sharp sob as he tugged her hair again, eyes blurring with tears as his little gang of other Alpha's and Beta's began to join in the laughter. Why were they all being so mean? What was so wrong about herself or Felicia?

She couldn't quite be certain when it all changed, when the hand in her hair suddenly vanished or when her own sobs subsided to give way to a thud as bodies hit the ground and a voice began snarling with venom. Sera looked towards the voice, eyes widening through her remaining tears at the sight of Felicia pinning the boy down with deceptively strong arms as a crazed look entered her eyes.

"You leave her alone! I kill you if you touch her again, just see if I don't!"

As if to add strength to her threat, her fist ploughed into his face, hard enough that he would definitely have a black eye from the run in. Sera watched in shock as Felicia got off the boy and he all but ran away with his groupies in tow. They wouldn't be back any time soon, and Sera doubted they'd hear anything about the incident beyond this, no Alpha wanted to admit to being beaten up by an Omega. What truly shocked Sera was the wrath that Felicia had displayed, how the soft and very Omegan voice had dripped with venom as she had spoken. The girl was definitely an Omega, there was no doubt when that scent clung to the blond like a shroud of ice, but in that moment she had seemed every bit an Alpha.

Felicia sighed as she watched the boy run. Stupid coward wouldn't dare snitch, too ashamed of his own weakness to tell anyone else what had happened. It had felt good to hit him, to threaten him, helped her get some of the rage out of her system. But most of all, it would show Sera just what she was getting herself into if she really did want to be friends. Prove whether she would actually stay now she saw what Felicia hid beneath her mask.

She made her way back over to Sera, eyes shining with the pain she really felt inside and the hopes that she hadn't scared the other off. Her voice was strong and soothing as she knelt down to the younger Omega's level and allowed and slight smile, almost like a smirk, to grace her lips as she spoke.

"Thank you... But you don't have to fight my battles for me. Fighting is all I know... But maybe I can help to fight yours too"

* * *

Sera's eyes snapped open as a hand shot towards her scalp, rubbing gingerly at the ghostly feeling of where the boy had pulled her hair in the dream. She could feel the tingling at the roots, like an old wound unsettled by a memory. It was strange, it had all seemed so familiar. The memory of how Felicia had once looked as a child, the memory of herself and the events that had brought them together, it all fit perfectly within her mind like a jigsaw puzzle slowly being pieced back together.

She had been in care as child, and during those years had been when she had met Felicia. Her sister through circumstance. Whilst, although she couldn't fathom why, she could not fully remember beyond the past six months, these few facts were certain in her mind. The dream was not her subconscious manifestation, but rather the awakening of a truth.

"But why have they only started happening since we came here?"

She was snapped from her troubling musings by a sound from downstairs, footsteps as she looked around the room and realised where she was. She was in Will's room, in his bed and wearing one of his shirts and a pair of boxers as sleepwear. He'd offered to sleep on the sofa so that she could have her space during the night. A blush crossed her cheeks at the thought of the kind gesture.

"Guess I plumped lucky and got the actual gentlemen in this giant fuck up"

"Sera, are you awake? I made breakfast"

Will's voice drifted through the closed door as his hand tapped gently against the surface. Sera couldn't help but smile at his words. She'd definitely gotten the better end of this deal. Whilst Felicia was stuck with Hannibal the cannibal and his flamboyant, slightly insane, personality, she had struck gold with a man who gave her the space she needed and woke her up with breakfast.

"Dear diary... Jackpot"

She slipped out of the bed and padded across towards the door, shivering involuntarily at the cold floor against her bare feet. She'd never really liked the cold, that had always been Felicia's preference. She braced herself as she opened the door, not quite knowing what to expect as Will came into view, already dressed in a pair of jeans and one of the flannel shirts that she knew he always seemed to wear. It was casual and suited him well. Although bed head and a weary look in his eyes from a poor night sleep didn't suit him quite as well.

"Thanks, you didn't have too"

"I wanted too... I always used to make you French toast before the coma"

Will gave a soft chuckle as her eyes widened to the size of saucers and she finally caught the scent that was drifting up from the kitchen. He knew her favourite breakfast meal? This whole mess was starting to look pretty damn good.

She was in the kitchen before Will had even reached the bottom of the stairs, no desire to waste time in reaching her breakfast. She couldn't suppress the grin that formed around her first slice of toast as Will entered the room, his own smile seeming to make her heart flutter with joy and affection. She liked Will, she knew she did, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get to know him and enjoy his company for as long as this strange fantasy lasted.

"Sorry you had to sleep on the sofa by the way. I'll sleep there tonight if you want, it's only fair"

"No please, I want you to feel comfortable... Besides, the sofa really isn't that bad, it's just the nightmares"

For a moment Will looked like he wanted to bite his own tongue off for letting those words slip. She didn't need to be reminded of his nightmares just yet, she was going through enough without having his problems relayed to her as well.

Sera frowned as she took the final bite of her breakfast and swallowed it down. The fact of his nightmares had completely slipped her mind and she felt a pang of guilt over this as he did everything he could to avoid her eyes.

"Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help stop them?"

"Just... Just be yourself and everything will go back to normal. You were always the best antidote to my various... Problems"

She gave a slight chuckle at that. She couldn't help but find it funny that she was his cure to murderous nightmares and a wide range of social failings. But she could see that the subject made him uncomfortable at that moment in time, it really wasn't something to discuss over the breakfast table.

"So what are we-"

She was cut short as a loud buzzing began to sound from Will's pocket, watching as he pulled his phone free and looked at the screen in surprise before speaking, putting the phone onto loud speaker.

"It's ... Morning Doc, What's wrong?"

"Dammit curly top! Do I sound like that fuck-head to you? Put Sera on the line"

Sera felt her jaw hit the table top as Felicia's voice snapped from the other end of the cell. She sounded agitated and like she was running from something but Sera couldn't find it in herself to wonder why. She was more concerned with how the hell Felicia had managed to get hold of a cell phone? Had Hannibal given her one?

"Did Hannibal give you the phone? What the hell Will! Why'd she get special treatment?"

"He didn't give me the phone, I stole it!"

The pair looked at each other as a shout echoed from the device, sounding suspiciously like '_fuck you asshole_'. Dear god, what was going on back at Baltimore? And why hadn't Sera been invited to party?

"Felicia, are you still there? What's going on?"

"Long story short... _shit, he's locked the front door_...He pissed me off last night so I got a good healthy dose of revenge, and now we're playing cat and mouse around the house... Guess who's the fucking mouse!"

Oh how typical. Sera had to fight down the urge to face plant the surface of the dining table at the other girls words. Revenge had always been one of the blonde's favourite tactics when made angry, she'd been on the receiving end a few times for minor incidents. Depending on the level of the offence, Felicia could show varying levels of creativity.

"Care to go into detail on the revenge?"

For a moment, there was no sound from the other end and Sera feared that perhaps the line had been lost until a sheepish chuckle came from the other. Sera really didn't get a good feeling about that sound.

"Well... Haha yeah... _Fuck he moves fast_... you see, he was being a total jackass... _you heard me! You're a JACKASS!_... Telling me that I couldn't work any longer as a psychiatrist because I'm an 'Omega'. Some choice words were exchanged and I stormed off and waited till I knew he'd be sleeping... I rearranged his office, blunted his paring knife in the process and-"

She was cut short as the house phone began to ring out loudly, Will jumping up to answer and having to fight the urge to laugh out right as the voice filled his ear and he put it onto loud speaker as well. This was all too familiar to their early days of knowing the girls.

" Tell them what else you did dearest Felicia... And please refrain from yelling or using such vulgar language within the house we share, it does little to help the situation we find ourselves in"

"The hell did you get a cell phone from? And how's about you kiss my ass, You're a wanker and you know it!... Anyway, as I was saying, I messed up his office, blunted a paring knife and had a fiddle about with his I-pad"

There was scoffing from the other end of Hannibal's call as the exotic accent drifted through the air, clearly irritated but trying his hardest to remain in control. Sera got the feeling it was failing, shuddering at the memory of the man's pheromones back at the hospital. Felicia must have been on the edge of madness from his scent alone, so it was a miracle she was coherent enough to call them at all.

"You did more than fiddle! You deleted my entire collection of classical music and operatic melodies, replacing them with the modern monstrosities that so many listen to these days. If that had not been enough, you have encoded the device so that I cannot access my own playlist to correct this crime against my hearing, I cannot even get past the home page to gain entrance to any other feature! Thank you, also, for the delightful picture of yourself as my new background cover, I assure you that it had the desired effect. And to answer your question, I always have a back-up cell phone for emergencies or incidents such as this... It is not the first time you have stolen my possessions"

Sera didn't even try to hold back any longer, her laughter coming out in a loud snort before taking over completely. There were tears in her eyes as she looked to Will, seeing the empath struggling with his own amusement as the argument continued between the separate calls.

"Revenge is a bitch and so am I!... _For fuck sake!_... Sera, He has me cornered in the dining room, If I die then know that I died happy in the knowledge that I rattled Hannibal 'ass bunny' Lecter's cage and that I expect you to avenge my murder"

"Pfft, dream on. If you die then I'm going into hiding"

Sera waited for the smart remark to come back, but there was nothing. Only the sound of yelled curses, threats from the blonde woman and a scuffle before Felicia's line went dead. She felt a knot of fear lodge firmly in her heart as she snatched up the phone from Will's hand that was still connected to Hannibal, her voice a snarl as she spoke to the man, her mind racing with horrifying images of what could have happened only moments before.

"Where did she go! I swear to god, if you did anything to actually hurt her then I don't care if I'm an 'Omega' and you're an 'Alpha', I'll have your fucking head!"

Will seemed to go pale at the anger in Sera's voice. He knew how protective the pair were of each other, they'd gone through hell together and stuck by each other's side through some of the most terrifying events a person could imagine. He just hoped that Hannibal hadn't done anything too rash. The voice that responded was filled with exasperation, straining slightly as the sound of a body being lifted and moved could be heard in the back ground.

"I assure you young Sera that, whilst I was in pursuit of my mate, I had little to do with her sudden disappearance from the conversation... I had her cornered in the dining room, as she mentioned, where she saw fit to attempt an escape over the dining table. She misjudge her footing and tripped over a chair, effectively hitting her head against the flooring and knocking herself unconscious. She has a slight cut above her right eye so, if you would excuse me, it would seem I now have a patient to take care of"

The line went dead as both Will and Sera stared at the phone in disbelief. She'd knocked herself out by attempting to jump the dining table? Sera sighed before standing up and making her way towards the nearest source of coffee, it was too early in the morning to be dealing with any of this. But she got the feeling that Felicia wouldn't be in any real danger from this point on, something just told her to trust Hannibal a little on this matter. Her voice was filled with the same exasperation that Hannibal must have felt as she spoke, pouring the dark liquid into a mug and taking a sip, noticing the fond smile on Will's lips at the entire situation.

"You know, for someone so smart, Felicia can be a real dumb ass at times"

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	8. Chapter 8

When Hannibal awakened the next morning, he couldn't help but take note of how cold and empty his bed felt. The absence of the omega that he knew slept only a few rooms down the hall from him sent an unpleasant feeling through his very being. Rejection. A sensation that would rattle the cage of any Alpha when their bonded mate chose to keep their distance.

Before they had met, Hannibal was quite content to live out his life without a companion, he had once preferred it that way. The loss of the family he had once cherished as a child, the death of his beloved Mischa had closed his heart to ever dreaming of feeling anything other than the desire to pay the world back in kind for the cruel fate it had dealt those he had once loved.

But that had changed when he had laid eyes upon Felicia, as she stood beside Sera, within the crowded function room, his sensitive sense of smell picking up the underlying scent of Omega beneath the heavy perfumes and suppressants she used to hold the mask of a weak Alpha female. Hers was nothing like the scent of any other Omega he had met, it was harsh and primal, challenging his own instincts to win her over as Hannibal the beast rather than Hannibal the man.

He hoped, as he removed himself from the Egyptian cotton sheets and rapped his favourite silk robe around his toned figure, that he would soon be able to remind her of their first encounter, of how she had made the first confident move to talk to him in an attempt to strengthen the connections for herself and Sera. But, most importantly, of how they had come together as one and become a bonded pair. Above all, that was his favourite memory of the Omega.

The house was silent as he manoeuvred down towards the kitchen, intent on taking the first steps in his plan to win her affections back over. He would make her favourite breakfast, just as he had done after she began to live with him before the coma, and prove that he could be every bit the perfect gentleman. Hopefully that would start to change her opinion that he was a complete 'Asshole'. Such an eloquent young woman she was.

He frowned as he entered his most revered room. The kitchen was his sanctum, an extension of his own refined being. To any other eye, nothing would seem out of place. But they were philistines. The air lingered with the scent of his Omega, although he had not been in this room during his own waking hours the previous night. She had come here alone and, whilst some would call him paranoid for the thought, she had done something as her act of retribution for his own poor behaviour the night prior.

"Vengeance. A gift she has mastered"

The paring knife on the counter top finally catches his eye, the elephant in the room that had been niggling at his mind from the moment he had entered. But it was the only thing he could see that was out of place. He picked it up carefully, examining the nicks and scratches that had been inflicted upon the metal of its blade, before smirking. She had taken one of his precious tools, something that her subconscious told her was important to him, and damaged it beyond repair. But it was a minor act of revenge, something that could easily be replaced by a quick trip out to a specialist in culinary equipment.

"Perhaps I gave her too much credit, she seems to have lost her touch during her time in the coma"

He placed down the knife, shaking his head at the meagre gesture of revenge. It was a well aimed blow, to target something he held precious, but not as powerful as her past actions had been. He could still remember clearly the day he found that his entire collection of dress shirts, both for the opera and for his everyday life, had been dyed bright pink. The black marker pen that boldly spelt out 'Wanker' on each garment was a different matter, however. Sera never did like to be kept out of the fun.

As the minutes ticked by, the scent of cinnamon and fresh baking began to waft through the house. Hannibal knew it would soon stir the peace of his mates slumber and bring her towards the aroma of her favourite pastry. She had always had quite a strong sweet tooth, from the sugar in her coffee to the cinnamon swirls that he had baked for her at that moment.

"I smell cinnamon... The hell are you doing?"

Speak of the devil and she should appear. Hannibal couldn't help but smile slightly as he checked the pasties in the oven before pulling the tray out. Nothing worked better at waking her up, other than the feel of his lips across her flesh and their skin pressed firmly against each other, like a tray of fresh baked pastry. He turned, intent on greeting her with the usual pleasantries of 'good morning' or 'I hope you slept well', only to be stopped in his tracks at the sight she made.

With her long tresses down and ruffled, a weary hand rubbing the sleep from tired eyes and her petite frame wrapped loosely in one of the many dress shirts he stored in the guest bedrooms along with a quick but adequate glimpse of the black and white lace French knickers that peeked through as the shirt rode up where her arm was lifted, she made quite the picture for him as a low growl rumbled from his throat and she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Back off horn ball, it's too early to be dealing with that shit"

Felicia couldn't help but let her drowsy eyes look over him for a moment, taking in the dishevelled hair as it fell over his eyes, the strong jaw line and perfect lips that seemed to sing of sin, appreciating the clearly toned and masculine body that hid beneath the silk rob and satin pyjamas.

'Don't be fooled by the fancy wrapping. Hidden beneath all those soft layers of silk and satin is a pure beast, a man who knows exactly how to make you scream his name. Trust me, he knows how to use his massive di...'

'Too much info!'

She blocked out the voice of her other self that seemed to have taken permanent residence inside her head, noticing the gleam in Hannibal's eyes that made her feel weak at the knees . Like hell she'd let a pretty faced cannibal make her legs turn to jelly she thought as she walked past him, ignoring the way his nostrils flared as he took a deep intake of her scent. Yeah, way too early in the morning for this shit, she'd been up half the night fulfilling her revenge and only the scent of her favourite treat had triggered her rising from the bed.

She hid a frown as she accepted a plate of the delicacy. She'd struggled to fall to sleep after her midnight adventure, the bed feeling cold and lonely as something made her yearn for the strong body of the Alpha in the master bedroom to be pressed against her own, arms wrapped around her in a display of shelter and protection from something that she had no memory of, she knew only that it was a fear hidden deep within herself, a darkness in her own heart that only Hannibal could understand and guard her against.

"You seem troubled dearest, I trust that you slept well?"

Her best poker face was in place in a matter of mille-seconds, her teeth grinding slightly in frustration as they stared each other down. He must have sensed that her night sleep had been poor, must have let his ego draw upon the, sadly, correct conclusion that the absence of another in her bed was the reason. More accurately, himself. But two could play at that game she thought, if the aroused look in his sanguine eyes was anything to go by then she wasn't the only one who'd slept badly from the absence of a certain bed partner.

"I slept fine. How about you? I'm certain those are bags under your eyes"

Check and mate, how'd you like them apples shit head? A smug feeling washed over her at the thought as his own poker face came into play and they remained in a silent war of will power as she bit into her breakfast and he began to pour the coffee into a cup for her, bone-china if she wasn't mistaken. She moaned appreciatively at the first taste of the cinnamon swirl, unable to hold back the sound as the taste of sugar and good quality cinnamon hit her like the first surge of heroin too an addict. Pure heaven and very much needed.

"How did you know what my favourite breakfast was? Or that my chosen brand of coffee would be Kopi Luwak?"

"You have lived with me before, I know your routine, your behavioural patterns and your expensive tastes, much like my own, better than most. Also, it is my attempt at an apology for the events of last night. It was wrong of me to rile you up in such a fashion and to treat you in such a way. I hope that you can forgive me as your Alpha and that we can make a fresh start towards rebuilding our life together?"

She kept her mask on, analysing his words and processing their meaning. He was attempting to beguile her with sweet words and honey coated apologies. Such a shame for him that Felicia's 'Bullshit radar' was fully operative and running on high alert. But she'd play his games she decided as a gentle smile came to her lips and she looked him square in the eyes, sanguine meeting storm blue and sending a jolt of electricity through both their beings. She had to admit, he was definitely attractive and, under different circumstances, she might have happily have had some fun with him but that was beside the point. He had rattled her cage, intimidated her and now she had declared her own personal war against him, whether he knew it or not.

"Thank you. I too hope that you can forgive my own outburst, I find myself rather... highly strung... at the moment"

There was a smile on his face that did not seem to spell anything good for her as, once again, he took a deep inhale of her scent. She was becoming more and more aware of their separate scents, whilst her own was nice enough to her senses and reminded her of a blizzard on a harsh winter night, Hannibal's was warmer and combined with her own to change the scene she imagined drastically. Together their scents seemed to build the picture of a tranquil winters night, a single cabin beside a frozen lake with the light of a fire burning within, the scent of spiced mulled wine catching her and relaxing her beyond what she thought possible. This was what they combined to be, his scent mixed with hers tamed the blizzard to reveal a perfect place made only for her to share with him.

Such a shame she wasn't in any mood to share she thought as he began to speak, his wording making her heart miss a beat in horror.

"You have been on heat suppressants for the past six months. The hospital placed both yourself and Sera on them so that your heats would subside and allow you to heal in peace without any Alpha, myself and Will included, attempting to mate with either of you. Now that you are awake and recovering, you have been taken off the drug to allow your bodies to get back into synch, this means that at some point you will go through an intense heat to allow yourself to adjust and return to your regular cycle.

Yours appears to be starting, if the intensity of your scent is anything to go by, and I would hazard a guess that you have little more than two weeks before it takes its full effect"

The look on her face could only be described as 'bitch say what'. He had to be kidding. She racked her brain to get an idea of what 'heat' was meant to mean before going rigid with more horror. Heat referred to an Omega's mating cycle, the minute she entered this stage she would become a hormonal ball of pent up sexual desire. No wonder Hannibal wore a smug, shit eating, smirk. She was trapped in the same house as him! Her supposed Alpha mate.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I left my I-pad in the study last night and I would like to catch up on Tattle crime before the day truly commences"

She barely registered his words, mind still reeling at the concept of going into heat. Sure, it had been little over six months since her last fuck, but that didn't mean she was ready to just drop her panties for Hannibal because her hormones were running rampant. It was strange though, that everything seemed to have a connection to the six months that both she and Sera had been in their supposed comas, how she could remember nothing beyond those six months except for what her dreams provided with her. New pieces of the puzzle seemed to come together with every new dream, the fact that she and Sera had been together in care and the fact that their foster father had died in an accidental fire. But why did she get the feeling that it hadn't been an accident?

Felicia was snapped from her thoughts as a furious roar ripped through the house accompanied by the sound of Mozart's 40th symphony butchered and meshed to combine with Bubba Sparx 'Miss new bootie' , her brain supplying her with the answer as she remembered exactly what she had done the night before. She'd messed up his office and reconfigured his I-pads entire playlist to play only mesh up's of his beloved classics and modern music. But she'd taken it further, unable to hold back in her revenge, choosing to encode the device so that it would constantly play the playlist on shuffle without Hannibal being able to turn it off.

"Uh oh"

She barely had the time to dart from her seat at the breakfast bar, dodging past him in the doorway as he made to enter the room, face twisted with fury as he turned to continue his pursuit, vaguely noticing through the haze of his anger that the shirt fluttered and lifted with the momentum of her run, showing better glimpses of the underwear beneath. The Alpha would have quite enjoyed the sight if not for the fact he was intent on catching the Omega and dishing out some serious punishment. Clearly he had underestimated her if he had believed a blunt knife was the only revenge she would reign down upon him.

"Felicia! The minute I catch you, you shall wish you had never awoken from that coma!"

"Bitch, I hit that notion the moment I saw your face in the hospital!"

She narrowly missed his grasp as the Alpha gave a warning snarl. She could feel his pheromones spiking, could feel them begin to seep into her own body as she began to pant with the exertion of defying her bodies desire to fall to the Alpha. Hell would freeze over before she fell to anyone's feet, especially Hannibal Lecter. She continued to run, upping her efforts and running faster as she skidded around a corner. She had to get the upper hand somehow, the question was how?

'try a surprise attack, run towards him rather than away. He is too enamoured with the hunt and will be thrown off guard, an Omega would not usually run head long towards an enraged Alpha'

Never a good sign when the voices were coming up with better battle strategies than she was, Felicia was beginning to worry if she'd developed some mental issues. But her other self had a point she conceded as she turned to face the direction he would come in, Hannibal would not expect her to move towards him rather than away and, if she were quick enough, she could possibly get hold of the cell phone she'd seen peeking out of his robe side-pocket. Maybe even land a quick kidney dig? The bastard deserved it enough.

"You cannot run from me forever Felicia! I shall find you and punish this behaviour"

"Good job I don't plan to then!"

As he came hurtling around the corner, she darted toward him. Even if this failed, the look of shock on his handsome face would be enough to make it all worthwhile. She stretched her arm outward, aiming for his kidney as she clothes lined him and knocked the wind from his lungs, hands delving for his pocket quickly and retrieving the cell phone from within before attempting to continue her run.

She should have known it was running too smoothly for her usual amount of luck. She yelped in shock as he gripped her ankle and pulled her down with him, attempting to pin her down with his heavier body. She didn't think as she aimed a bluff punch towards his face, ramming her foot hard into his crotch when he fell for the bait and focused on her fist.

She was back on her feet quickly as he snarled through gritted teeth, clutching his wounded manhood and watching as she made a mad dash for her freedom. She had his phone and she had crossed the final line. Now he was pissed, and a pissed Hannibal was the worst kind of Hannibal. He knew her weakness he thought as he made his way towards the kitchen and began to pull out all sources of caffeine.

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she'd managed to get the upper hand, hiding away in his office on the elevated section as she scrolled through the list of contacts within his phone. Will's number had to be in here somewhere, she needed to get hold of Sera and let her know what was happening, someone to report her missing and give the needed facts if Hannibal caught her and made her corpse into art. She shivered at the thought. No thank you doctor psycho.

"Felicia, if you return my cell phone then I shall be willing to overlook this behaviour, do we have an agreement?"

Shit! She snapped her eyes down to the lower floor of the study, meeting the firm gaze of Hannibal as he began to advance towards the ladders. He had her cornered she realised just as she found the contact for Will in his log. She pressed the call button quickly as she yelled down her reply.

"You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers before I call a truce with you!"

She held the device to her ear, listening as it rang out, eyes never leaving Hannibal as he drew closer and closer. Damn it Will, pick up the damn phone!

"_It's... Morning Doc, what's wrong?"_

"Dammit curly top! Do I sound like that fuck-head to you? Put Sera on the line!"

He was moving too close, beginning to reach the top of the ladders to stand on the mezzanine opposite with her with a victorious smirk on his face. There was only one way down from this. Jump and hope she could remember how to execute a parachute landing. The choice was stolen from her as he darted for her and she took the jump, thankfully landing in a roll.

"Did Hannibal give you the phone? What the hell Will! Why'd she get special treatment?"

Felicia felt the relief rush through her at Sera's voice, a pang of irritation at the jealous tone she could hear in the others woman's voice. Why the hell would she think Hannibal had actually given her the phone?

"He didn't give me the phone, I stole it!"

"Felicia, your list of transgressions is beginning to grow. I have warned you about committing acts that could place you in danger, yet you choose to jump from the mezzanine with little thought to your safety... You know that does not agree with my instincts as your mate"

She gritted her teeth against the wave of pheromones that began to wash over her, Managing to shout 'fuck you asshole' whilst fighting against the weakness in her knees in favour of running once more from the Alpha. It felt like she was being engulfed in an array of spices and warmth, her nostrils filling with the scent of cinnamon and star anise. It was heavenly, felt wonderful as it sent sparks along her flesh that were a little too close to arousal for her liking, it felt too much like coming home after so long. But this was Hannibal and home was certainly not with him. At least she thought it wasn't. But recently with the dreams filling her mind and the strange feeling of familiarity she felt towards the house, she wasn't so sure what she thought anymore.

She came to a skidding halt in the entrance hall, perhaps she could make an escape attempt out of the front door she thought as she listened carefully for any pursuing footsteps before Sera's voice drifted from the device once more and too her ear

"Felicia, are you still there? What's going on?"

"Long story short... _shit, he's locked the front door_...He pissed me off last night so I got a good healthy dose of revenge, and now we're playing cat and mouse around the house... Guess who's the fucking mouse!"

she could all but imagine the look on her friends face as an exasperated sigh passed her lips. It really wasn't something Felicia could control, she'd always been quite a vengeful person if her memory served correct. Pink shirts and 'Wanker' written in marker pen sprang to mind, though she couldn't quite remember why as Hannibal's face surfaced in her mind, livid and in all his animalistic glory. Had that been a prank she'd played on him? It couldn't be... Right?

"Care to go into detail on the revenge?"

She barely caught her friends question as her mind began wracking itself for further information to try and place the memory more firmly in place, the pieces of the puzzle swimming through her mind and goading her with their unwillingness to make better sense. She gave a sheepish chuckle as she finally focused more on Sera's words, feeling her heart jump into her throat at the sound of Hannibal slamming the study door and coming for her once more, appearing on the other side of the hall from her as she made a mad dash for anywhere to hide. What had taken him so long to continue the chase?

"Well... Haha yeah... _Fuck he moves fast_... you see, he was being a total jackass... _you heard me! You're a JACKASS!_... Telling me that I couldn't work any longer as a psychiatrist because I'm an 'Omega'. Some choice words were exchanged and I stormed off and waited till I knew he'd be sleeping... I rearranged his office, blunted his paring knife in the process and-"

She was cut short as the sound of another phone began to ring in the background, a chair scraping against wood flooring as she watched Hannibal come back into sight, a second cell phone pressed to his own ear as she sent him a dumb struck expression as he spoke into his own device.

" Tell them what else you did dearest Felicia... And please refrain from yelling or using such vulgar language within the house we share, it does little to help the situation we find ourselves in"

No shit it does little to help the situation, but she'd already dug her own grave that morning so, as she flipped the bird at him and continued to run, she decided that she might as well send herself off in style.

"The hell did you get a cell phone from? And how's about you kiss my ass, You're a wanker and you know it!... Anyway, as I was saying, I messed up his office, blunted a paring knife and had a fiddle about with his I-pad"

She could hear Hannibal's incredulous scoff at her words, could feel the irritation flowing from him and making his scent seem sharper and more intense. It was mouth watering to her and it took all of her will power not to simply crash to the floor then and there in a display of surrender and submission.

"You did more than fiddle! You deleted my entire collection of classical music and operatic melodies, replacing them with the modern monstrosities that so many listen to these days. If that had not been enough, you have encoded the device so that I cannot access my own playlist to correct this crime against my hearing, I cannot even get past the home page to gain entrance to any other feature! Thank you, also, for the delightful picture of yourself as my new background cover, I assure you that it had the desired effect. And to answer your question, I always have a back-up cell phone for emergencies or incidents such as this... It is not the first time you have stolen my possessions"

A smile of pride came to her face as laughter began to echo from Sera's end of the call, the sound clearly doing nothing to appease Hannibal as the man gave a low growl of annoyance and followed her into the dining room. Shit, she'd not realised that there was only one entrance for this room. He had her cornered and she knew the game was over, he sure as hell wouldn't fall for the same trick twice... Or would he if it were played out differently?

"Revenge is a bitch and so am I!... _For fuck sake!_... Sera, He has me cornered in the dining room, If I die then know that I died happy in the knowledge that I rattled Hannibal 'ass bunny' Lecter's cage and that I expect you to avenge my murder"

"Pfft, dream on. If you die then I'm going into hiding"

She sent a glare to the phone as she made to charge at Hannibal once more, watching as he prepared to grab her only to have the small Omega jump onto the table and begin to run, barefoot, across the surface. It was a perfect escape, fool proof she thought as she made to jump over the chair at the end.

"Felicia, be careful!"

Her foot snagged against the head of the chair, her balance lost as she crashed to the floor and her head collided with the surface.

"Fuck..."

She was vaguely aware of Arms hooking behind her back and knees, her head falling to nest against strong shoulders and the soothing scent of Hannibal wrapping around her as the world went dark and she passed out.

Hannibal looked down at the woman in his arms as he held the cell phone between his ear and shoulder. He couldn't help the small but affectionate smile that graced his lips for a moment, taking in the sight of his beloved Omega now that she was unconscious. Anyone would mistake her for an angel when like this, if only they knew what she was really like.

"Where did she go! I swear to god, if you did anything to actually hurt her then I don't care if I'm an 'Omega' and you're an 'Alpha', I'll have your fucking head!"

He gave an exasperated sigh as Sera's voice snarled through the phone and into his ear, breaking his moment to simply study his mate and forcing him into action as he hoisted her body up into his arms completely and began moving towards the master bedroom. He'd almost forgotten that the other Omega was on the line as he took note of the enraged tone, the protective nature of her words. He could not blame her for being angry, he knew how close the pair were and that it was only natural, after everything they had been through together, that they would not allow any harm to come to the other if they could help it. He had once felt the same towards his own beloved sister Mischa, he only hoped that they continued to be more successful than him in such matters.

"I assure you young Sera that, whilst I was in pursuit of my mate, I had little to do with her sudden disappearance from the conversation... I had her cornered in the dining room, as she mentioned, where she saw fit to attempt an escape over the dining table. She misjudge her footing and tripped over a chair, effectively hitting her head against the flooring and knocking herself unconscious. She has a slight cut above her right eye so, if you would excuse me, it would seem I now have a patient to take care of"

With that he turned the phone off, placing his mate upon the sheets of his bed carefully and feeling the flames of his Alpha pride and ego being stoked as she nuzzled deeper into the bedding, moaning in appreciation, her subconscious wanting to be as close to his scent as she could possibly be. He watched her for a moment once more, enjoying the sight of her so at peace, before moving to collect the items he would need to attend the cut above her eye. It was not severe but it would not do if he left it unattended. No Alpha worth his salt would ever allow their mate to go without the proper care for even the smallest injury.

He would never admit it to her face, knowing that even after she had regained her memories she would simply brush his concerns away and accuse him of becoming weak on her, but he worried for her and the fact that one day she could be taken from him, along with Sera and Will. He did not wish to lose the family that he had finally found for himself.

After all, it wasn't just the Chesapeake ripper that had gained some notoriety with the FBI.


	9. Chapter 9

"Nurse, call for the doctor! The patient's life signs are spiking"

She could hear monitors, feel plastic pressing against her face as oxygen was sent into her lungs. Her eyes opened weakly, seeing the blue scrubs of nurses as they flurried around her. Was she a hospital again? What had Hannibal done to her after she'd blacked out? the heart rate of the monitor beside her began to spike with panic at the thought as one of the nurses came into view, speaking reassuringly.

"Miss Shepherd, there's no need to panic, you're safe now. You've been in a coma for just short of two weeks"

Two weeks? She forced her mouth to open slightly, voice dry and croaked from apparent lack of use as she tried to focus on the nurse's face.

"...How?"

"You were in a severe collision with a lorry. The vehicle drove into the driver's side of your car. You were lucky to survive with the injuries you sustained"

She could feel tears rolling from her eyes in relief at those words. She was home, she'd awoken from the nightmare of living with Hannibal. The only question now was: where was Sera and when could she go see her?

"Where... Where is my friend? Sera was in the car with me"

The nurse held a look of concern on her face as she sent confused looks towards her colleges. Felicity could feel the panic rising once more as the monitor began beeping erratically and a strange scent began to fill her senses. Cinnamon and star anise, warm and comforting as it began to envelope around her. Hannibal's scent.

"Miss Shepherd, there was no one else in the car with you"

The fear spiked as she began to thrash within her bed, feeling the arms of the nurses try to hold her down, one bringing his face closer as he spoke, only causing her to thrash harder.

"Shhhh beloved, be calm"

Hannibal's voice. She could feel more tears rolling down her cheeks as she wracked her brain for anything to get out of the grips the hands had on her before focusing all her strength into sitting up, startling the nurses and ramming her own skull into that of the nurse that had spoken to her with Hannibal's voice before falling back once more into the abyss of unconsciousness.

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Hannibal sighed as he looked upon the face of his sleeping Omega, taking those precious moments to simply study her at peace before she awoke and continued her vendetta against him. It was like they had gone back in time to their first few weeks of courting, the brash language and hostile behaviour. But Hannibal knew Felicia better than she would believe, knew that her behaviour was only a defence mechanism, an attempt to keep people away.

He had been sat by Felicia's bed, monitoring her for when she awoke but she had begun to shake slightly as small whimpers passed her lips, an Omegan sign of distress to alert their mate of any suffering. He could smell the fear and panic rolling from her flesh as tears began to fall from her closed eyes.

" Where... My friend... Sera?"

The words were distorted with her sleep but clear as day to Hannibal as he felt a pang of jealousy hit him like a brick. Why did it always have to be Sera that Felicia called for first in times of trouble. It had always been like that, even before the accident. He was her mate and yet she had always refused him the right to protect her as he should have been entitled too. Their coming together as mates may not have been in the conventional way, but that did not mean he loved her any less for it. If anything he loved her more for it, his unconventional Omega that had played him at his own game and proven to be a match. But what if her choosing to mate with him had been mere for convenience, a strong Alpha to protect her and nothing more.

His jealous musings were broken as he felt movement on the mattress, his mate beginning to thrash violently within her sleep as the tears began to fall heavier from her eyes. The scent of fear was beginning to grow thicker within the room as he took hold of her arms and attempted to keep her still, not wishing for her to injure herself further with the thrashing, he could feel her body trembling as he pressed his own weight down slightly to add to the restraint. Usually he would have enjoyed the scent of a person's fear, how the scent of the emotion would marinade into the meat or organ that he took from his victims and give it a flavour unique to that one victim, that one particular swine of his chosen sounder.

But this was different, Felicia's fear made his instincts run rampant, the beast within gnashing its teeth and demanding to find the cause of her fear, letting a gentle wave of his scent caress over her in an attempt to calm her down. The feel of her body pressed beneath his brought many memories back to his mind. The first time they had mated was his favourite, the throes of her heat bringing her own monster out to play as they fought for control upon his dining room floor until he had gotten the upper hand. Sadly, with the scent of fear clinging to her, it also reminded him of the first time he had witnessed her having a nightmare, the sight of her attempting to fight against phantom threats, screaming in pain as memories of a belt hitting her skin were repeated in her mind. He truly hated her foster father for the hell he had placed both Felicia and Sera through, and couldn't find fault with the actions they had taken to remove the Alpha from their lives. He had deserved every ounce of pain the fire had inflicted upon him.

"Shhhh beloved, be calm"

His words had been meant to sooth her, calm her and remind her that he was with her, but they only seemed to make things worse as she upped the efforts of her thrashing and continued to whine and keen in distress. He felt a moment of doubt, a rare thing for him, easing the pressure of his restraints upon her. Why could he not seem to do anything right with her now that she was awake and out of the hospital? At first he had aimed to rile her up, believing that it would speed up the remembrance of her life with him, but it did nothing of the sort and only seemed to drive a wedge even further between them as she continued to view him with mistrust that bordered upon hatred.

He gave a grunt of shock as, with a sudden surge of energy, her body seemed to jolt upwards, bashing their skulls together and forcing him to let go of her completely as he moved a hand up to nurse the throbbing pain that began to ring within his own skull. What on earth had caused that?

"Hanni... Hannibal?"

Her voice was choked, most likely from crying and from her sleep combined. Hannibal turned to face her completely once more, still clutching his head as she tried, and failed, to pull herself up on the bed. Her face was blank but Hannibal had learned to look into her eyes over the time they had known each other if wanted to truly understand how she was feeling. She may have been good at hiding behind her masks of indifference or anger but, as they said, the eyes were the windows to a person's soul.

There was confusion behind those stormy blue orbs, sadness as she looked around the room and gave a small sigh of grief before turning back to Hannibal and rebuilding her act of defiance.

"The hell happened? I don't remember anything after falling off the table, where am I and why are you clutching your head?"

Felicia just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry more. She'd been back home, even for only a few moments, but it had been all wrong. She knew that Sera had been in a car crash with her, so why had the nurses said that there had been only herself and the lorry driver in the accident. The events made her feel sick with worry, what was going on?

"After you passed out, I brought you up to my bedroom so that I could attend to the cut you sustained when you fell... I am clutching my head because, whilst you were unconscious, you seemed to be having a nightmare. During your thrashing, you head butted me"

She stared at him in disbelief for a moment, the nurse she'd head butted in the other world had been Hannibal in this? Her lips began to twitch slightly as the image of Hannibal in nurse scrubs flashed in her mind, before letting a bark of laughter and slapping her hand over her mouth to cover the noise. She was probably in enough hot water without adding laughing at the man to the list. But why was he still here if he'd already fixed up her injury she thought as her eyes grew suspicious and she attempted to roll to the other side of the bed, groaning when her muscles seemed to ache in protest of the movement.

"I would try not to move if I were you, your body will have been pushed to its endurance limit during our altercation and will therefore be rather sore for the next few days"

He moved towards her, noticing the slight flinch she gave and the gleam of mistrust in her eyes as he hooked his arm behind her back and helped her to sit up against the bed frame before moving back and putting distance between them. Since she had awoken and returned to him, he had done nothing but rile her up and push every button in her mind. It had been wrong of him he realised, unfair of him and rude. He just hoped that he could get them both on the right track.

"You stayed with me the entire time?"

"Yes... Even if it were not for my duties as a doctor, I would have stayed by your side for even the smallest of injuries"

A blush crept up her face at his words as she searched his face for any sign of a lie. Nothing, not even a small lie was evident as she found nothing short of pure honesty within his sanguine eyes. She gave a weary sigh, rubbing a hand along her face as a wave of exhaustion hit her. She felt tired beyond belief, utterly worn from her run-ins with Hannibal and seriously starting to question why she was bothering. Clearly she wouldn't be going home anytime soon and, unless she could actually find a way to play nice with the good doctor, it was going to be a very rough ride.

"Would you care to speak about the nightmare that you were having? You were in quite a high level of distress"

She gave a slight scoff, of course she would have been distressed. She'd been home, back where she belonged but it had been like some twisted sick parody where Sera didn't exist. Sera did exist! She was with Will and had spoken to him before on the phone.

"It's nothing. It only lasted for a few moments so nothing to worry about... How long was I out for?"

Hannibal frowned slightly at her dismissal of his question, not liking that she seemed so unwilling to share her troubles with him before pulling out his pocket watch and gaining the time for her.

"You were unconscious for approximately three hours. The time scale within dreams though holds vast differences to that of the real world, what feels like only three minutes may actually have been three hours or vice versa"

Felicia felt a lump form in her throat as she let his words sink into her mind. She couldn't have been out cold for three hours, she'd been home for only five minutes at best... But then, if that had been home then why had Sera not been there? Hell, she hadn't even existed if the nurses were anything to go by. The realisation hit her like a freight train as she looked at Hannibal with horrified eyes, fresh tears filling the brim as she clutched her head.

Sera hadn't been there because Sera was still conscious and going about her day with Will. She didn't exist within that world because she had already been removed from it and placed back into the world of the living... The world that was their actual home and had been all along.

"Oh god, it's not a dream... It's all real"

The pair stared at each other for a moment, Hannibal confused by what she had said as Felicia looked at him in horrified amazement before extending a hand out to trace her finger tips along his jaw line. This was too much she thought, giving a hysteric laugh before covering her face with her hands.

"I think I understand the six month conundrum now... I can't remember beyond six months because both myself and Sera were in a coma and the world we thought was real is nothing more than a safe haven that our minds built for itself... But then, if that was all just a lie, who the hell am I?"

Hannibal smiled slightly as he took her hand gently, finding some small joy in the lack of resistance she gave to his action, choosing to simply stare at him in shock as he spoke. It was a lot for one person to take in one day but it was a start in the right direction so he would not complain.

"Your name Is Felicia Shepherd and you are twenty-eight years old. You were a psychiatrist up until the day we became mated. You were in a abusive foster home with Sera before circumstances saw you both removed from the Alpha's care. Beyond that I can tell you no more, simply wait for you to remember in your own time and offer my support"

She nodded, finding nothing new in anything he had said. Those were the memories that she had already retrieved. But what about the rest? And more importantly, how the hell was she meant to break this news to Sera. She groaned , laughing once more slightly and shaking her head, Sera would probably have her sectioned for even suggesting any of this was real. Only one thing could make this seem any better now.

"I feel like my head is about to explode. Could you help me up so that I can get a coffee whilst I think things through?"

"I'm afraid there will be no coffee my dear... As punishment for your earlier stunt, I have disposed of both the coffee and the tea"

Her face must have looked a picture as her eyes went wide and her skin a shade paler. He had to be joking, she couldn't go without her caffeine. The coffee was bad enough but the tea as well?

"Tell me you're messing with me. You wouldn't do that to me, you're meant to be my mate and therefore you must know that I can't function like a normal human being without some form of caffeine in my system"

"I am well aware of this, but you must know that I do not take kindly to having my office rearranged or my I-pad encoded to play only what laymen's would consider music. Robin Thicke's 'Blurred lines' is not what I would consider worthy of my time. My deal is simple, take the encryption from my I-pad and I shall return your coffee to you"

She scowled angrily at his words. That son of a bitch! He'd taken her weakness hostage and was now using it against her. And here she thought they had been making some progress in getting along. He'd looked after her and seemed to be being so nice. Lying bastard.

"You're a bad man, Hannibal Lecter, do you realise that?"

"In all the best ways dearest and if only you could remember"

Felicia could feel her eye twitching at his comment. Oh she could remember alright, his little hobby of cannibalism was the only thing stopping her now from punching him in the face. She returned his smile, noting that she hadn't sworn at or threatened him once during the entire discussion. As Sera would say, it's the calm before the storm that you really need to worry about.

He'd changed the rules of their game. But then, Felicia had never been one to play fair either, especially if she could get Sera on her side.

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**I just wanted to give a quick thank you to everybody who has reviewed and favourite/followed the story in recent chapters and I hope that you will all continue to enjoy as it progresses. Comments are always appreciated so please let me know what you thought so that I can continue to improve on my skills.**

**The next chapter will be focused on Sera as she takes a trip to the lab with Will. With memories laid out on the table with evidence of a copycat killer on the loose, perhaps some memories are better left forgotten as Sera begins to struggle with her own concept of what is real and what is fake. And, more importantly, who are the Alabama Arsonist's?**


	10. Chapter 10

He sighed as he watched her pace, long raven hair flicking each time she spun on her heels and turned to pace the way she had come. She was tense, their eyes catching every so often, long enough for him to feel everything that coursed through her heart in that moment.

Panic. The call from Felicia only hours before had destroyed the easy relaxation he had hoped to enjoy that morning. He didn't blame the other Omega for that however, it was only natural that they call each other in times of trouble, that was how it had always been. They had never had anyone else to feel safe with before meeting both Hannibal and Will.

"Sera, please stop pacing. I promise you that Hannibal won't hurt her."

She stopped, eyes wide with worry as she wrung her hands. How could she just stop? Her mind was running rings around its self as images of what could have taken place back in Baltimore washed through her mind. If anything, Will was lucky that pacing was all she was doing. She was struggling to fight back the urge to steal his keys, drive to Hannibal's home and beat seven shades of shit out of the man.

It was more her desire not to become Hannibal's next meal that helped her win out over the desire, she really didn't feel eager to become the minced meat in the cannibal's next steak and kidney pie. She grimaced at the thought, she was pretty fond of her kidneys too now that she thought about it.

"That's easier said than done Will. How do I know that Lecter didn't push her off the table himself? or hit her with something to knock her out? How do I know that..."

Sera hadn't realised she was edging closer to the dining table once more, emotions running rampant as the panic for Felicia's safety and anger that Hannibal had any involvement in her fall, her hand falling upon Will's lighter and clutching the object with a hidden malice within her eyes. She didn't know what she'd do with it, the idea that one girl armed with a lighter going up against Hannibal the cannibal seemed more than a little ridiculous. But there was a part of her brain that screamed for pay back, craved fire and the burning of anything that stood in her way.

'One girl and a lighter against a cannibal with more experience in murder than you and Felicia combined?... Are you serious? This is why 'you' don't make the plans. However, if you're really going to do this, I did spot a can of petrol next to the garage door that could make a really nice bonfire... Now that's a BBQ even Lecter could appreciate. Flame grilled cannibal for dinner'

Sera felt a shiver run through her spine at the voice that filled her mind. It sounded so much like her own, yet held a menacing glee at the idea it had put forward, almost like it genuinely wanted, desperately, to commit the act. What the hell was going on with her mind?

'But I suppose, if you think about it, Felicia may take umbrage to that item being on the menu... She was never that fond of BBQ and, although she can't remember, she actually really does love Hannibal... I guess only a psycho can love a psycho'

The giggle that followed those words was a little too jovial, too happy about the whole issue for Sera's liking as she tried to block the voice out. There was something very familiar about her, almost like she was hearing a part of herself that had been torn from her being that had finally found its way home. The question was, did she really want that to come home when it clearly had a fair number of issues to deal with?

Will felt the blood in his veins freeze as he followed the movement of her hand, eyes widening a fraction as the delicate limb landed upon the lighter before moving forward, his own hand clutching her wrist gently and moving it away from the object, successfully drawing her attention and preventing what he feared she may have been thinking. He wasn't quite ready for that aspect of her past to return just yet.

He knew he wasn't one to talk, his own sins thanks to the manipulation of Hannibal quickly racking up and sinking him further into the darkness of his own mind, but Sera was different. He wanted to protect her for as long as possible before the shadow of the Alabama Arsonists returned to darken her life. Sooner or later, she would remember and it would be her choice whether she chose to continue the legacy she had been a part of, or abandon it forever. That was something Will would have to face when the time came and either way, he knew he would always be by her side.

"Because you know Felicia and know better than anyone that, as intelligent as she is, she's got more than her fair share of screws loose and probably fell flat on her face thinking she could pole vault over the dining table"

Her lips twitch slightly at his words, a chuckle escaping before she could attempt to hold it back. How did he do it? This man who couldn't even look her in the eyes yet managed to make her feel more at ease than she had ever felt before. He made her feel happy to simply be with him. She smiled at him, watching how his eyes avoided her own as he returned the simple gesture, his lips lifting into a smile that seemed foreign on his weary face, not quite reaching eyes that had suffered the sights of so many nightmarish scenes, but genuine in the emotion behind it.

Sera felt her heart constrict at the sight, something warm spreading through her as he moved closer towards her and placed his hands gently against her shoulder. It was a smile meant only for her, filled with love and adoration that was still a strange feeling within Will, having always tried to keep others at a distance. But Sera was different from the rest, had stolen his soul from the moment he first laid eyes upon her within the conference room, the young Omega stood alone at the bar as she watched her sister mingle and form alliances with those that would benefit them both, watching as she made first contact with Hannibal and unknowingly sealed the fates of both herself and Sera, the raven haired woman playing her part in the intricate deception that was woven around them with ease and sheer perfection.

"I know it's difficult, but you have to trust me. Just like I would never dream of hurting you, Hannibal would never dream of hurting Felicia. You just have to let them figure their problems out by themselves. They're both eccentric, both scary as hell when angered and appear to be complete polar opposites to anyone who can't see past the human suits they both wear. But they're a lot more alike than people think, so just give Hannibal a chance to prove himself, he loves that knuckleheaded sister of yours... Just like I'll prove my love for you"

She blushed as he placed a small kiss against her forehead, looking up at him with eyes wide in shock at the simple action. She should have pushed him away, told him to back off and remind him that she had no memory of the supposed relationship they had once shared, but she couldn't. The sensation of his lips against her felt wonderful, like the most natural thing in the world as she reached up to place a tender hand against his own cheek.

"I have no memories of you or the life you say is mine but, call me mad for saying it, I do trust you Will. And even if this whole thing is just a dream, then I hope it lasts just a little longer... Because I think I may be falling for you"

The gentle smile that had graced Will's lips slowly began to grow, becoming a wide grin as his constantly darting eyes shone with joy at her words before settling upon the cupids bow curve of her lips. Sera couldn't quite describe the feeling that rushed through her at the simple sight of his happiness, only that her heart wanted to burst from her chest as she found herself closing the gap between them, the swell of her breasts pressing against his chest.

She felt trapped within this moment of weightless rapture, nothing in the world seeming more perfect than the man before her in that moment. She didn't know why she felt this way or what had happened to make her feel this way, all she really knew was that it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as she raised herself on her toes slightly and placed her lips gently against his, her breath hitching with relief as his own lips began to move against hers.

She felt a shiver run through her body, arousal beginning to stir within as his hands trailed carefully down to her waist, pulling her towards him and closing what little remained of the gap between their bodies before continuing his exploration, fingers remembering every inch of her as they worshipped the only woman who had ever seen him for more than his empathy.

They pulled apart for air, hearts racing in time as they leaned in to continue their shared passion only to halt as Will's cell phone began to ring once more from its position on the kitchen table. A blush rose in Sera's cheeks as she seemed to realise her actions, noticing the vague outline of a certain hardened organ within Will's jeans as he gave a mixed groan of annoyance and embarrassment before moving to answer the call, a small frown upon his lips as he checked the caller ID. Why was Katz calling him? He gave a measured sigh, allowing the arousal that had been growing within him at Sera's touch to be quelled before answering the call, his Alpha nature gnashing it's teeth in irritation at being interrupted from being with his beloved mate but his rational mind grateful for the disturbance. It wouldn't be right to rush Sera into something like that so soon after leaving the hospital.

"Hey Bev. Can I help you?"

"Will, how's things going? Me and the lab boys heard that Sera and Felicia finally woke up!"

Will couldn't help the slight chuckle that passed his lips at the excitement in Beverly's voice. Sera had always had quite a good friendship going with Katz, Price and Zeller, her cheerful personality and caring nature winning them over from the day that he had introduced her to the three. They were fond of Felicia as well but not in the same way, the blonds blunt way of speaking and erratic behaviour having sealed their affections just as well.

"Yeah, she's back home and recovering slowly... But I doubt you just called to get a heads up on Sera's condition, you'd have just ambushed my house if that was the case. What's your real motive?"

Sera furrowed her brows as she watched Will talk into the phone, She knew who he was talking too but couldn't quite hear what Katz was saying, confused as hell as to why the conversation had stated with her before feeling concern as Will's face became a shade paler as he sent a worried glance towards Sera.

"I'll be at the lab as soon as possible"

Will hung up with shaking hands. This wasn't good, this was happening far too soon for his liking as Beverly's words rang through his mind: _Sorry Will, you know I hate interrupting your days off and I really would like to catch up with Sera and see how she's doing... But we've got a fresh one in and need you to come check it out as soon as you can. We think it's them again, the Alabama Arsonists_.

He sighed, swiping a weary hand across his face before collecting his and Sera's coats from the stand by the door. It couldn't have been the actual arsonists, one of them was stood right in from of him, but that did not rule out the possibility of the other.

"Sorry about this Sera, but the lab needs me in so we're going to have to head in... You don't mind do you?"

Sera shrugged and gave a slight smile. She didn't mind in the slightest as long as she got to tag along and go into the lab, she'd always had a morbid fascination for forensic science and 'the morgue life' as she liked to call it. It was what she had been studying to do whilst in medical school. Sadly it seemed that the coma she found herself in had put such motions to a stand still for the time being.

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Beverly groaned as she pushed the pictures and other evidence around the table, the morgue eerily quiet as both Price and Zeller rested their heads in their hands. They couldn't make any sense of it all. The Alabama Arsonists had been out of action for nearly seven months so why had they suddenly reappeared now?

Beverly wanted to scoff at the confidence they had all felt recently, the belief that these murderers had finally been taken off the FBI's list of concerns. They should have known better really, the Chesapeake Ripper was enough to teach them that no amount of time truly meant a murderer was no longer a threat.

But there was something not quite right about the evidence before her, something that gnawed at her insides and screamed to be noticed. A missing piece in the puzzle that could prove whether or not it was really the Arsonists or just a really good copy-cat. Her attention was drawn up towards the door as it was swung open, a smile breaking through the stress upon her face at the sight of Will and, more importantly to the Beta, Sera.

Sera gave a startled cry as Beverly came towards her, pulling her into a tight embrace before being passed between Zeller and Price, her senses picking up the scent of beta from both men as they assessed her with affectionate smiles upon their faces.

"Good to see you again sweetheart"

""Will had better be taking good care of you, I'll knock his Alpha block off otherwise"

"I second that notion"

Sera felt overwhelmed as all three tried to speak to her at once, flicking a confused glance towards Will as he glared at Katz and Zeller. Of course she knew who they were, but it was only in the same way both she and Felicia had known who Will and Hannibal were, the question was how the hell did they know who she was? She scratched her head in embarrassment, feeling guilty for some reason for not knowing what possible connection she could have had with any of these people, sending a pleading glance towards Will before the curly haired Alpha finally stopped his glaring and jumped to her aide.

"Give her some space guys, she's still recovering after the coma. And sorry to break it to you all like this, but Sera doesn't really remember much about her life. The hospital said that she has memory loss but that it should face and return to normal eventually"

The guilt grew in Sera's heart at the saddened looks within the three Beta's eyes. Why should she feel guilty for not remembering them? They were only character's from a show that her imagination had conjured into her subconscious reality. But then why did she feel like she'd known them more personally, memories of drunken nights flashing through her memory but not staying long enough for her to pinpoint the origin off.

"It's all right, the memories will come back eventually. Sorry you had to remember Zeller's ugly mug though"

Sera had to hide her laughter behind her hand as Zeller made an indignant noise and smacked Price across the head for his cheek, Katz simply rolling her eyes at their behaviour before turning to Will.

"Anyway, we got you to come in for a reason other than seeing Sera again and watching these two make clowns of themselves. Get this done as quick as possible so you can both go back to whatever you were doing"

A fresh blush crept its way up Sera's face at the Beta's words, mind supplying her with the image of herself and Will kissing, his hands wondering along her body. If Beverly hadn't called when she had, Sera could clearly imagine what she and Will would have been doing at that moment in time. As fond as she was beginning to feel about Will, she thought it may have been a bit too soon to be doing the bed sheet tango with the man.

She followed Will as he stepped closer towards the evidence table, standing by his side as she let her eyes fall over the photos that littered the surface. The images were grotesque, a burnt out shall of a house that might once have been quite quaint looking. Something within Sera hissed at the photos, an anger washing through her as she moved her gaze to the imagine of a charred corpse, no features left visible to help identify whether the victim was male or female, only the teeth left to attempt a dental match upon. But it was not anger for the victim that coursed through her, or even pity for the unfortunate event that had lead to his or her fate.

No. It was anger that something had been copied. Something that should not have been sullied by the hands of others.

'_This was our design! Mine and Felicia's! What bastard has sullied our work?!'_

She bit back the snarl that was not her own, feeling the sound fight against her throat as Will continued to look over the evidence, forcing that sinister presence from her mind once more as she continued to look over the photos. Something was missing, a vital clue that seemed to jump out completely to Sera's eye. And Will's also as he looked back at Beverly.

"Do we know who the victim is?"

"Marco Jenson. A 34 year old Alpha with a reputation for being a bit happy with his fists when dealing with his Omega mate. The Omega in question, Sarah Jenson, was out for the evening at her mother's, a chance to see her brother also, the alibi is confirmed by both the mother and the brother"

Will nodded, sending a quick look towards Sera before turning back towards the lab crew. He'd have to speak to Hannibal, make sure that the other Alpha had not had anything to do with this and, if he had, berating him for not being more precise with his details.

"This isn't the real Alabama Arsonist's work. It's a damn good copy, the victim profile is perfect, mature Alpha with a record for domestic abuse against their Omega mate, waiting until the Omega is at a safe distance with a perfect Alibi to eradicate any suspicion upon them before murdering the Alpha... Tell me, did they use the same methods as the actual arsonist murders?"

"No, we don't believe so. We're getting samples analysed for traces of liquid nitrogen within the system but we doubt we'll find anything so we're assuming that the victim wasn't injected before being burnt, meaning he may have been alive or unconscious when it all happened"

Will nodded, a sense of relief passing through him at the information as he kept his face completely straight and unreadable. At least he could be certain now that it was definitely not the real murderers. Sera he had never doubted, knowing that she had been at home all night. Felicia had been the worry point, he knew nothing about how much she had recalled, but this was confirmation that she had not remembered enough to commit the crime.

"It's definitely not them then, plus we'll probably find a scent lingering to tell us the gender of the copycat. The Alabama Arsonists never leave a trail or any sort, there's too much evidence here and mistakes left right and centre, including the mis..."

"The missing poem"

All eyes fell on Sera as she continued to look at the contents of the table, her mind drinking in all the information and providing her with the answer that had been bugging her, the missing piece to the puzzle that she was seeing.

"Don't ask me how I know, I feel like I've worked on this before at some point... Maybe with Will or in here"

"You were helping at one point, a case study for your final exam in criminology and forensics... I can't believe that we missed the poem of all things"

Sera cocked her head to the side before letting the words flow from her lips, missing the worried gleam in Will's eyes as she picked up the photo of Marco Jenson's corpse.

"We are sugar,

We are spice,

We are everywhere,

Fire and ice.

Ice to freeze the blood in your veins,

Fire to destroy and leave no remains"

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**I hope you all enjoyed the latest addition to 'Our Macabre Heaven' and will let me know what you thought. What is the story behind the Alabama Arsonists? What drives them to commit the crimes they do? The answers shall be revealed as more memories are uncovered and the past of two Omega's are revealed.**

**The next chapter will be back with Felicia and Hannibal as we see what effects caffeine withdrawal and an approaching heat can have upon the, usually, well organised Lecter house.**


	11. Chapter 11

"Felicia, why don't you ever talk about your real family?"

She sighed as she looked up from the music sheet that lay upon her tatty old writing desk, looking towards the other Omega as she stared at her with curiosity within her eyes. After over six years together, Felicia had come to accept that Sera would ever quite let go of trying to learn everything about her. In the first year, she'd managed to bat her off with answers to her favourite colour, quick outlines of what her hobbies were, simple things that had kept the then seven year old Omega at bay.

But now she was drawing closer to fourteen, and such simple answers were no longer enough for her inquisitive nature. She wanted names of family, Felicia's own story to balance out the fact that she knew Sera's past. She wanted things that Felicia wanted only to forget.

"I've told you before Sera... I don't like talking about it and I'd rather you just dropped it"

Sera frowned, kicking her legs back and forward as she sat upon Felicia's bed, watching as her older 'sister' continued to study the piano sheet music before her. She'd made progress over the years since that day in the school yard in getting the ice to melt from Felicia's heart, but something still held her back from completely thawing it out. She knew that her favourite colour was various shades of blue's, that she enjoyed the sound of piano and violin music, could play both with ease and at a level of skill that Sera was still trying to master in her own music lessons.

But that wasn't enough anymore. It made no sense to her that the other would ever want to forget her birth family, not when Sera cherished the memories of her own so dearly.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad? You make it seem like you hate them"

Sera hadn't noticed the way that Felicia's fists had begun to clench, the veil of ice shrouding her eyes as thoughts of her mother and father crossed through her mind. She did hate them, with a burning passion. The raven stood up and moved towards the other, leaning gently against the back of her chair like she had done so many times before.

"Like, it's almost like you'd burn every memory or something. You can tell me, what were they like?"

"Je l'ai dit il chute!"

Felicia had swung around in her chair to face the other, a glacial rage upon her face as Sera recovered her balance and backed up a few paces, her instincts as an Omega screaming at her to run from the danger that seemed to encase Felicia's very being but another part of her brain reminding her that the blond would never do anything to hurt her, that Felicia would sooner damage herself than see Sera in pain.

Felicia swiped a hand across her face, forcing the emotions back within their cage as she sent a weary, apologetic look towards Sera.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap"

"Was that French?"

The fair haired Omega scoffed and turned back to her work, speaking softly and dropping her aggressive response in an attempt to calm the other as panic radiated from the other and made her realise that her outburst may have wounded the other more than she had intended.

"Yeah... My Grandmother was French. She and her husband moved to America during the fifties. She taught me the language whilst I was still very young... I have a bad habit of switching between languages when placed under extreme levels of pressure or exposed to equal amounts of stress, but I'm working on controlling it"

Sera blinked in surprise as she processed the information, her senses calming at the others tone and calming body language. She felt a small amount of achievement at the minor incident, she'd extracted some small facts about the other, learned a little more about her birth family, but not quite enough to satisfy the curiosity. What was it about her birth family that put Felicia so on edge?

"So you have linguistic turrets?"

Felicia felt her eye begin to twitch at Sera's response, a habit that had begun to develop in the last two or three years as she found herself opening up more and more towards the other Omega, it was a subconscious method for her to portray her irritation without speaking. Sera seemed to find it quite an amusing development in the blonds behaviour.

"I don't have linguistic turrets, just a bad habit that rears its head from time to time. Like I said, I'm trying to control it"

"Sounds like linguistic turrets to me Fliss"

Felicia shook her head with an affectionate smile, ignoring the nickname that Sera had given to her, finding that any feelings of anger or irritation rapidly began to fade at the cheeky grin on her sister's face. She just couldn't bring herself to feel any form of negative emotion towards her, she was the only good thing in her life, the only person she could honestly say she cared for. Even loved.

"Felicia! It's time for your piano lessons!"

The mask of indifference was back on her face before Sera could even register the change as Mr. Dunhill came into the room. For a second, she was convinced that she could see that same menacing gleam within the Alpha's eyes whenever he looked upon Felicia, though it seemed to vanish as soon as he realised that she was in the room as well. His smile was warm and friendly as he spoke to Sera, nothing like the sneers he showered upon Felicia when he thought nobody was looking.

"Ah Sera, I was wondering where you had vanished too. You should get ready too, I rescheduled your dance lessons for today"

Felicia kept her back turned as a worried frown came to her face. Ever since she had taken Sera under her wing, she'd kept tabs on the schedule that Dunhill created for the younger Omega, making sure that nothing seemed out of the ordinary or suspicious. She could still remember her first months in the house, the Alpha had been all kindness and love, fooling her into believing that she would finally have a family that loved her for what she was, a family that didn't care that she was just an Omega.

That had lasted six months before the first punch had been landed, the first broken rib and numerous bruises that had been passed off at the hospital as a silly little Omega tripping and falling down the stairs in the excitement of her 'beloved' Alpha father returning home. Lies. All lies.

"OK, I'll be quick"

Felicia watched from the corner of her eye as her sister left the room, leaving her alone with the Alpha as he began to advance forward. Maybe Sera would be safe, maybe beating her was enough to stop him going after the younger girl and he really had just rescheduled to a more convenient time and day... At least that's what she hoped as a hand wrapped through her pale gold tresses and pulled her head back harshly, her face remaining blank as pain seared through her scalp.

"You better hope I don't get anymore reports of you fighting with the other music students, you little Omega bitch. Don't forget what happened last time"

Oh how could she forget, a broken wrist was not an easy thing to cover up from a younger sister who suffered so heavily from curiosity. She remained silent as he left the room also, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of talking back when it would only result in a slap to the face.

She lifted herself from her seat at the desk, wincing as the welts on her back from a belt rubbed against her jumper. She was in pain, a feeling she had long since accepted as the only constant in her life, but she'd sooner suffer this a thousand times than think that Sera would join her in mutual misery.

**6 Hours Later:**

She groaned as she listened to the elderly beta woman next to her on the drive home, Ms. Fricks. She was a nice enough woman, a colleague of Dunhill's that occasionally helped out with the girls by taking them to school or to their extra classes. It was nice of her, considering how far out Dunhill lived from the nearest town, but Felicia often wished that the woman would just leave her to sit in silence some times. She was always trying to get her to speak more than a few monotone sentences, never quite realising that the attempt was not appreciated or wanted. The only person Felicia wanted to speak too most day was Sera.

The car began to slow as the house came into view through the forest, Felicia pulling her satchel up from the floor and onto her lap as she prepared to jump free of the car, not wanting to waste any more time on inane chit-chat.

"Give my best to Charles, and tell Sera that I hope she feels better soon"

Felicia's face scrunched up in confusion as she sent a questioning look towards the woman, what the hell did she mean? Sera had been perfectly healthy before she'd left.

"Oh sorry dear, I should have told you sooner. Sera had an accident at her dance class this morning. Charles said that she'd lost her balance and fell on her ankle at a funny angle, spraining it pretty badly"

Her heart stopped within her chest at those words. Something seemed off as she gave a quick nod of acknowledgement and began to move towards the front door. Something seemed wrong as she drew closer and extended her hand towards the door handle, but perhaps she was being paranoid, maybe Sera had simply injured herself whilst in class, she could be quite clumsy when excited.

The house was eerily quite as Felicia pushed the door open, her sensitive nose picking up the faintest scent of drying blood as she listened for the tell-tale sound that Mr. Dunhill was somewhere within the house. She was thankful to find that he wasn't home at that moment.

She felt a knot of fear tighten within her heart, nausea curdling within her stomach as she moved through each section of the house and found nothing out of place before moving towards the stairway, the scent of the blood growing stronger with each step up that she took. She didn't want to see what she would find as she drew closer to the room that the scent was leaking from. Sera's bedroom.

"Sera... Oh god, Sera!"

As she pushed the door open, tears fell from her eyes. Sera was curled up on her bed, back exposed except for her bra straps, blood oozing from fresh belt marks where the buckle had torn through delicate flesh and soaking into the bedding that offered little comfort for the pain. It looked a mess and Felicia could tell that some parts would scar... That bastard had really gone to town on this beating.

She moved closer, sobbing slightly as Sera flinched from her touch before relaxing upon realising that she was safe. For now. Dunhill took great pleasure in his beatings, it was something that Felicia knew all too well. She curled up on the bed opposite her sister, doing her best to offer a reassuring smile as dark eyes met her own. What was she meant to say?

"What happened?"

"I... I don't know. I came downstairs after you left and said I was ready for my dance lesson... But he just smiled, said the lesson had been cancelled. I asked why and he flipped, told me to stop back chatting him and to be a 'good Omega bitch'... I don't get it, what did I do wrong"

Felicia pulled Sera into a hug as the younger Omega began to sob once more, feeling the tremors run through her as the emotion racked through her heart.

"Don't you ever blame yourself, you did nothing wrong. Dunhill is a weak Alpha that feels like the only way he can prove himself is by making those under his care feel smaller than him, weaker. But we're not. he's putting us through hell but we'll come out stronger for it, better. I know how it feels, it's all I ever really knew until you came here.

Before I was placed into care, I lived in New Orleans. My family were well off and both my parents were Alpha's. They hoped to create a thoroughbred Alpha, the perfect offspring off two strong parents. But I was born instead, a little Omega child that they believed would never achieve their ambitions... My grandmother convinced them to keep me for four years, she was an Omega as well and the only person who ever told me she loved me. She took the time to teach me French, inspired my interest in music... She made me happy. But she couldn't convince them forever, the word of an Omega eventually meaning nothing to them, so I ended up here.

It was a living hell before you came here, I could barely even put emotion into my words let alone smile. You are my smile Sera, and in return I wanted to be your shield, I'll still be your shield as best as I can, just don't let him destroy you like he destroyed what was left of me, you keep that light and that smile because I promise you, we'll get out of here. One way or another"

She felt Sera's arms tighten around her as Felicia did her best not to touch and aggravate the bleeding welts upon her back.

"He didn't destroy you... You're just waiting for the moment you can really fight back. But you aren't going to be fighting alone now Fliss. I know what he'd like now, and I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner"

Felicia just gave a sad smile. Sera had never been meant to know the truth, she'd wanted the younger Omega to be spared the physical and mental abuse, to remain pure and innocent just like an Omega was meant too. But what pride was there really in being a part of the weakest gender? What was there to feel good about in knowing that others had so much power over you?

Felicia hated that feelings, hated it with every fibre of her being. No Alpha had the right to rule over either herself or Sera, over any Omega for that fact. So why let them? She had no desire to become some Alpha's baby machine, to maintain his house and have no say in her own life after mating.

Together she and Sera would become great, even if it meant hiding their true gender and living a lie. Anything had to be better than this.

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Felicia's eyes flew open as reality came crashing back to her, the horrid image of her dream flashing through her mind as she began to scream in fear, clutching her head as her mind's eye forced her to see Sera's battered form once more.

"Aucun! Mettre un terme à tout cela, je ne veux pas oublier!"

She clutched her head harder, unable to see anything but the visions of her dream as her bedroom door was opened and the body of a man could be seen in the opening. Dunhill, her visions had brought Dunhill to her once more.

"Escapade! Vous n'êtes pas réel, restez loin de moi!"

She felt arms wrap around her, pulling her towards a strong chest as a soothing voice caressed her hearing like the finest silk or purest of melted chocolate, a scent filled with spice and warmth filling her nose and causing her to relax into the arms that held her gently against her will.

"Vous êtes en sécurité mon amour, il est parti et ne peut pas vous nuire"

Hannibal? She tried to push him away to get a better look at his face, to reassure her mind that the nightmare had not taken form. Why did the idea of this man, this cannibal, being so close make her feel safe? If anything, he should have scared her more that Dunhill ever could, but he didn't and the idea that it was his arms that now held her was soothing.

"Promettez-vous?"

He smiled and nodded as she finally managed to look him in the eyes, searching his features before relaxing completely against him and releasing her head from her hands. She looked haunted, just like the first time she had told him of her past, a weariness within her eyes that slowly began to dissipate into defiance as she pulled herself away from him completely.

"I hate that I've forgotten everything, that I have to relive it all again just so that I can suffer the knowledge once more... I wish I'd never woken up, at least in that coma dream I didn't have a bloody path to look back upon or an unwanted identity to deal with"

"You should never say such things Felicia. What happened to both yourself and Sera made you the women you are today. The path you once walked brought you into my life and that is something I will be eternally grateful for"

She scoffed, curling up into a defensive ball as rebuilt her defiant facade and glared at him.

"You're telling me you're happy that you got landed with an Omega as fucked up as me? I don't remember anything passed my teenage years now and the few weeks I've been awake. I'm brash, blunt and apparently suffer from-"

"Linguistic turrets I believe is what Sera has labelled it. And yes, I am happy to have met you, to have fallen in love with you. Because although you suffer from many bad habits, you are also bestowed with many good ones"

Felicia couldn't help the blush that began to rise within her cheeks the way her heart began to swell as she sent a small smile towards him and was greeted by his own. Maybe Hannibal wasn't as bad as she had thought, maybe he genuinely did care for her like he said that he did. He didn't seem like the type of man to come rushing to another's side without cause to do so. Perhaps she could give him the same chance that Sera had given Will?

"You know... I think you may be growing on me Dr. Lecter, slowly but surely. But don't think that flattery will help me forget that you stole all the coffee"

His laughter at her words sounded like music to her ears as she let the smile upon her lips grow a little wider. Sure, she was starting to take a liking to the man, but that sure as hell didn't mean she'd let the coffee incident slide. Not by a long shot. She just had to wait for Sera, that was all.

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**Translations:**

**Aucun! Mettre un terme à tout cela, je ne veux pas oublier !**

**meaning: No! make it stop, I don't want to remember.**

**Escapade ! Vous n'êtes pas réel, restez loin de moi!**

**Meaning: Get away! You're not real, stay away from me!**

**Vous êtes en sécurité mon amour, il est parti et ne peut pas vous nuire**

**Meaning: You are safe my love, he is gone and cannot hurt you**

**Promettez-vous?**

**Meaning: Do you promise?**


	12. Chapter 12

"No"

She sat in the armchair, arms folded and scowling at the man opposite her, looking for all the world like a petulant child trying to argue with an adult. And maybe she was being a little childish but she couldn't have cared much less. It was a stupid idea.

"Brangiausias, You will not know if you do not try... Trust me"

Hannibal could feel a vein beginning to throb within his right temple at her behaviour. Why did she continue to be so difficult with him when he had been nothing but caring after she had awoken from the nightmare of her flashback? He sighed, re-crossing his legs and looking at her with as little irritation as he could manage. It was times like this he wished she was not as stubborn as an Alpha.

The thought made him want to laugh, remembering that in the first weeks of knowing her, he had genuinely believed her to be a low level Alpha. Such a notion was amusing now, the memory of the night he had discovered her true gender still clear in his mind, the night they had first become mated in the exhilaration of her ill-timed heat.

"You sound just like Sera used to when I had shitty dreams. 'Let's discuss the dreams Fliss, it'll be therapeutic'. Well I don't want too! It's bad enough that these dreams are ruining my sleep, what makes you think I'd want to discuss them in my waking hours in the hopes they'll bring up more memories?"

Her posture was rigid, defensive as she looked him square in the eye with all the defiance she had. She knew he had a point, by talking about it and getting it all out in the open, it would help to settle her mind and ease the torment that the dreams were having upon her. But there would be a downside, she would feel vulnerable and every bit like the small Omega she truly was. Felicia had always hated her gender, how it made others treat her like a fragile doll that needed an Alpha to care for her. She needed know one, only Sera.

"Because I wish to help you. You are my mate, as much as the idea of being mated irritates you, and the idea that you are unhappy is unsettling for me"

But since this morning, after waking up to find Hannibal by her bedside and caring for her as she came down from the heights of her fear, she was beginning to think that maybe she needed him too.

His scent was like heaven to her senses, the feel of his strong body against her own as he held her made her feel nothing could ever harm her again. And maybe it couldn't anymore? He was a killer, although she wouldn't admit to knowing yet, a pure predator that would happily take down any threat he perceived.

_'Monsters usually attract monsters. We just managed to find the purest monster to be our shield'_

There was that voice again, the shadow within her mind that screamed to Felicia of her true self. There was something about this being that seemed dark, something to be afraid of. But she couldn't find it within herself to be scared. They were one entity separated by amnesia and slowly reuniting with each fragment she regained.

"I know you do Hannibal... But this is something I would rather do alone and in my own time. The memories are painful in some part, that much I know, and as much as it may hurt you to see me like this, trying to rush it all may cause more damage than either of us can determine. You forget that I was a psychiatrist myself, from what little I remember, so you have to _trust me_ too."

For the briefest of moments, Felicia thought she saw a forlorn look within his sanguine eyes, her heart constricting against its will at the idea that she had hurt him. Something within her own heart hated the idea of causing him anymore sadness. He was suffering too but, on this matter, he just needed to understand that it was her choice to make.

The glimpse vanished as quickly as it had appeared as he moved to stand, offering his hand to help her up, making her smile slightly. Such a gentleman for someone who ate the rude.

"Then time is what I shall give you. For now, we shall get to know each other once more and prepare for tonight"

She stared at him in confusion, following towards the kitchen and watching as he began to pull ingredients out of their separate storing areas and place them upon the island in the centre.

"Care to share? What are we prepping up for?"

"I have invited a dear friend of us both for dinner tonight. Frederick has been quite eager to see you after your discharge from the hospital, I could not hold him off for much longer"

Hannibal attempted to cover the annoyance within his own voice, hide the dangerous gleam that came to his eye at the mention of the other Alpha. It had been thanks to Chilton that Hannibal had been first introduced to Felicia at the conference, but the other Alpha had always shown more than a passing interest in the young Omega and that was something that Hannibal did not like. Felicia was his, but with her current condition of amnesia, Chilton may take advantage and try to steal her affections from their rightful place. And if he did make such an attempt? Well, dear Frederick would soon find himself the centre piece of Hannibal's next dinner party.

"Oh. Well a little more notice would have been nice but I guess it'll be good to see a new face. Anything I can help with?"

Felicia had to cover her chuckles as Hannibal openly scowled at the idea she wanted to see any other face but his own. She wasn't about to mention that Chilton, in her opinion, couldn't hold a candle to Hannibal in either the looks or the brain department. But something about making him feel even the slightest bit jealous sent a rush of giddiness through her system, as deadly as it could prove for whoever she was using to achieve the reaction.

He gave a slight sniff of irritation as he continued to survey his cluster of ingredients, picking up meat that looked suspiciously like a heart, whose heart it was Felicia really didn't want to know, before giving an answer to her question.

"I would appreciate it if you made the dessert for our meal, it will be your choice. You were always skilled in the art of baking and patisseries"

Her face nearly split in half with a grin as she began to dart around the kitchen, pulling out her own ingredients before stationing herself opposite Hannibal at the island, pretending to look concerned as she looked at each of her own items.

"Excellent! I choose to make coffee cake. Only one problem, where's the coffee?"

"With the exception of coffee cake, you may make anything that you desire"

Felicia scowled darkly as she picked up the closest tool she could lay her hands upon, brain not registering that it was a fairly unthreatening spatula as her voice growled with all the danger that the spatula didn't possess, a danger that seemed to suit her better than it should have done.

"You said that I could choose whatever dessert I desired, and I desire _coffee cake_. So where'd you hide the fucking coffee!"

Her scent spiked through the air and hit Hannibal like a freight train as his own growl rumbled through his chest. Pure heaven. The beautiful scent of phlox and winter jasmine, magnified by the growing presence of her impending heat, bombarding his sensitive nostrils and caused his own instincts to begin to emerge. As much as he adored the Omega before him, treasured the scent that was completely her own, there was a threatening undertone too it. She may not have realised she was doing it, but he would not tolerate being threatened by his mate of all people.

He pushed his own scent towards her, dominant and enticing as he moved around the counter and towered above her, eyes hungry as her own blue orbs began to dilate and her breathing became more shallow. He could see the threat leave her eyes as it was replaced with need that was not truly of her own choice. Her heat was still a good two weeks away if his senses did not fool him, but that did not mean that it would not be coaxed by the right amount of pressure.

"We have spoken about this Felicia. Until you restore my I-pad to its former condition, there shall be no coffee present within this house. Understood?"

The pressure of his scent as he moved closer made her head spin as images began to surface within her mind. Memories of heated arguments resolved over a hard surface as she called his name like a heavenly mantra made her blood run hot through her veins as she felt a surge of arousal spike through her and a strange tingling begin to dance across her skin.

She knew that it was not her own will that was making this happen, a vague reminder of his mention of her upcoming heat skirting across her mind before fading into the abyss of the sensations she was feeling. Nothing seemed to matter as her subconscious began to push her scent towards him in thicker waves, drawing him away from his own control as his body moved to press against her own and his hands gripped her hips with enough force to bruise. It felt so much better than she knew it should have done.

Her hands moved upward as she felt herself sway, her head abuzz with all the sensations she was feeling, desperate to gain balance as his face drew closer to her own and his hot breath ghosted across her face.

"Gražus"

His body pressed closer as she was trapped firmly between him and the counter, his lips finding her own as they melded together and dissolved the last of her clear thought or anger over the coffee cake. She pushed back against him, lips moving in perfect sync, moaning as the hands upon her hips lifted her up to sit upon the counter top and a skilled tongue darted across her lower lip to gain entry.

_'Too soon... Stop... Not right'_

The thought flashed through her mind, clear as a fire siren as her clarity came back like a hammer to her sensibility. What was she doing? What had caused her to be pulled into such actions? She pushed him away with a groan as she regained herself, shame evident within her eyes as she turned her gaze away from his own confused expression. Hormones caused by an impending heat. Nothing more and nothing less. And that would never be a good reason in her mind to sleep with the man before her.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. Can you let me down please?"

Hannibal frowned as he took a step back, breathing heavy as he fought to bring his own arousal and nature back under control. She was not ready, she wouldn't be for some time, and he should not have allowed himself to be pulled into her haze with knowledge that she was not in control of herself. He watched as she slid down from the surface and turned her back to him, delicate hands tightening slightly as she took a shaky breath and spoke in a carefully measured, slightly cold tone.

"I've changed my mind. I think I'll make Devil's food cake instead"

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"So Felicia, how have you been since being released from the hospital? I hope that Hannibal has been treating you well"

_'If you stopped staring at me I'd be fucking great!'_

The words shot through her mind as she gave a cordial smile and bit the inside of her cheek to restrain herself from snapping. Dinner had gone as well as could be expected, the two Alpha's exchanging small talk between Chilton's almost constant attempts of conversation with the young Omega, his compliments of Hannibal's cooking nothing in comparison to the gush of praise he had given for Felicia's homemade dessert.

He was grating on her last nerve now as they sat within the den and, if the look within his eye was anything to go by, Hannibal was beginning to feel the same way. The air between both she and her 'mate' was already tense after what had happened in the kitchen that afternoon, but Chilton seemed to be making the atmosphere feel even worse. Not that the Alpha seemed to notice.

"I'm still getting adjusted to a lot of things, but I'm feeling much better. Hannibal has been wonderful over the past few weeks. I don't think my recovery would be going so well if not for him"

She sent a quick glance towards the man in question, noticing the brief glimmer of smug pride cross his face as he watched for Chilton's own reaction. She could have scoffed at his peacock behaviour, she'd only said it to keep up appearances and put the other man in his place. If anything, Hannibal had been a giant pain in her ass for the most part of her recovery.

"I'm glad to hear it... Now if you don't mind, I'm afraid I must leave. A busy morning, you understand"

Oh she understood all right. He was looking for a quick route out now that he knew that, between himself and Hannibal, he stood even less of a chance. Hannibal stood to show Chilton to the door, helping Felicia to her feet and linking his arm around her back in a demonstration of their 'unity' to Chilton as they bid farewell and closed the door.

"That man is a dick"

Hannibal chuckled at her blunt words as they began to return to the den once more, both seeming to forget about the arm that wrapped snugly around her form until she came to a halt, eyes glancing down and then back up with an unimpressed gleam within her eye.

"Do you mind letting go of my waist? That facade is over now"

Hannibal dropped his hand reluctantly, perturbed by the harshness of her voice as she moved back to her seat and glared into the fire in the heath. He wanted to reach out, to feel her against him again, but chose against it. That would only make her more hostile.

He returned to his own seat, contemplating what he could say to defuse the tension between them, finding himself at a loss for a rare moment in his life as a low buzzing began to sound from the landline phone beside his chair and a voicemail began to record, causing Felicia's heart to skip a beat in horror as Sera's voice filled the room, venom dripping from her voice, seething and dangerous, as the words were spat through the recording.

_'Hannibal! You're a dead man walking. I know where you live and you had better sleep with one eye open. You may think your some scary ass motherfucker but this time YOU messed with the wrong person. My sugar is gone and I swear to god SOMEBODY is going to pay__. __Namely YOU!'_

Felicia stared at the device in disbelief, at a loss for words as she registered what had just happened. What had he done? Why had he done it? If she was grouchy without coffee, then Sera could only be described as hell on two legs without sugar. If he knew as much about either of them as he claimed, then what on this earth had possessed him to do this?

"I really hope you're prepared for hell. Because you just bypassed shit creek all together and dived straight into shit ocean with no canoe in tow"

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**Translations: Lithuanian to English**

**Brangiausias**

**Meaning: Dearest**

**Gražus**

**Meaning: Beautiful**


	13. Chapter 13

Her feet sunk into the shallow depths of the river, a blissful sigh escaping her lips as the gentle push of the current dances and swirled the water around her skin. She watched as he continued to wade out further, stopping to finish the preparations of his rod and casting to test the line.

He seemed much more at peace in this surrounding, like the haunting of his mind that he believed she had forgotten could not reach him as he cast the line a final time and waited for something to bite. Sera sighed and let her head fall back slightly, drinking in the sunlight as she listened to the simple sound of nature.

"You always used to enjoy joining me here"

She didn't bother to look back at him as she let a small smile grace her lips, knowing that his smile would mirror her own at this moment of peaceful perfection.

"I like being outside and in the sun. As long as you don't think I'm wading into that water with you"

Will's laughter echoed through the trees as her smile grew just that little bit wider, her heart singing with joy at the knowledge she had brought such a reaction from the tortured man before her.

"I'd never ask such a thing, not after the first and only time I got you to fish with me... I believe that I have it recorded on a home video somewhere"

"You have home videos?"

She was looking at him now, eyes wide with wonder at the concept. How could he have home videos of her if this was all only a dream? Unless her mind was trying to draw her into this reality even further by fabricating such a notion.

"Well yeah, home videos were always something you insisted on. You used to like watching them when you felt upset. There's some with Hannibal and Felicia as well, although those two prefer photo albums that can't embarrass either of them with how childish they can be when together."

The thought of Felicia behaving childish wasn't a difficult thing to imagine, as well behaved and proper as the blond could be when in the view of strangers, she had pulled her fair share of stupid stunts in the past. Hannibal, however, was a completely different story. Sera was convinced that he had popped out of the womb already middle-aged, suited in Armani and hair slicked back with hair products Sera could only dream of affording. The thought that the man ever had a childish bone in his body was beyond her comprehension. Clearly something that needed to be explored.

"You'll have to let me watch them at some point"

Will couldn't help the grin that formed on his face at her eagerness to the idea. So much like the Sera he loved. She used to sit watching those videos for hours, rebuilding her memory bank of embarrassing information to taunt both Hannibal and Felicia with.

"I'd love to see that myself. That Alpha and Omega pair are such tough nuts to crack"

The voice sent a nauseating sensation through her entire body as Sera turned to look behind her, eyes narrowing in anger that she didn't quite know the origin of as they landed upon the woman behind her. An Alpha it seemed as her senses began to ring alarm bells within her mind at the overly strong, bitter scent that clung to her. Almost like limes, a flavour Sera had never been fond of.

The woman was sending a sickly sweet smile towards Sera as she moved a step closer, stopping only at the low rumbles of a warning growl that emanated from Will as he glared daggers of his own. Sera was vaguely surprised as she sent a quick glance to the man in the river, unsure of how to feel at the sudden feeling of danger that surrounded him.

_'Beware. For here be monsters that you know nothing of'_

The words rang out within her mind as a shiver ran through her spine. What was that supposed to mean? Will wasn't a monster, he was kind and caring from what Sera had seen so far. But if that were so, then why was she beginning to feel like she'd only seen a fraction of the man before her?

"What do you want Miss Lounds?"

"Funny, I never did understand why such a lovely Omega would go for an Alpha like Mr. Graham. With all his... Instabilities... I'd have thought he'd repel any Omega with survival instincts. But I suppose that someone had to love him eventually. A shame it was you, Miss Wright"

Sera felt her fists clench at Lounds' words. She'd never liked Freddie Lounds when she'd been back in her own world and watching her on certain episodes of Hannibal on the TV, but she hadn't thought it would manifest upon her even in the coma dream she was having, and definitely not as strongly as it seemed to have. She hated her, even the sight of her was enough to make her blood boil.

_'Hannibal should have let us kill her when we had the chance'_

The voice was spat with venom that stoked the burning hatred within her even further, her fists moving behind her back as they began to flex with her growing agitation, face calm and tranquil as she began to step closer to the fiery haired Alpha, a charming smile upon her lips as she spoke.

"You'll have to forgive me, but I really don't remember you beyond your name. Have we met before?"

Freddie's returning smile was sickly sweet, goading Will in her considered 'victory' as she eyes the Omega that now stood directly in front of her.

"I guess it can't be helped if the rumours of your amnesia is true. We met before you became mated to Will, at a thesis presentation being held by the hospital you were a trainee at. I was rather shocked to later discover that both you and your sister were Omega. Not that I blame you for it, the weaker sex must always find a way to survive in this cruel world without an Alpha to protect them"

Sera's smile became twisted as something finally snapped within her own mind and her hands shot out to clutch the shoulders of the Alpha, a vicious gleam within her eyes as anger began to drip into her voice, Will shuddering as he recognised the fury behind it.

"I may be an Omega, but I don't need to be stronger than someone who's clearly weaker than I'll ever be"

Will shuddered involuntarily at the crunching sound that sang out as Sera thrust her skull towards the other's nose, shattering the bone with satisfaction before pushing the bloodied Alpha aside and beginning to storm away, back towards the house with Will sticking close behind.

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The house shuddered as the pair entered and Sera slammed the door with severe force. Her blood was boiling, her adrenaline high and mind racing with a desire to maim Ms. Lounds as much as her hands could manage.

She hated her, it was just as simple as that. As much as she should have been appalled by her own behaviour and thoughts, she just couldn't bring herself to feel it. It just felt too right to feel this all consuming rage, to want to maim and destroy anything that mocked her.

"If you don't mind, I'm going for a shower. I need to wash away that woman from my skin"

She didn't give Will a chance to answer as she made her way up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door behind her. Will sighed, rubbing a tired hand across his face as he moved towards the kitchen. He had been stunned by her outburst, hadn't expected to see such violence from his Omega before she had fully regained her memory.

Compared to Felicia, Sera's temper was a well kept secret usually. It lurked beneath her jovial nature and happy smile, formidable and shocking to any who witnessed it and often lethal to any who were on the receiving end of it. Will would need to speak to Hannibal about silencing Freddie if the female Alpha took the incident too far.

His musings were cut short as his cell phone began to buzz within his pocket, a concerned look upon his face as he pulled it out and saw Dr. Lecter's ID flashing on the screen. What could the doctor want? Surely he and Felicia hadn't gotten into another spat he thought as he opened the text message.

_'Good Will, I trust I find you in good spirits. There is something I must request of you'_

Will felt the colour drain from his face as he began to reply, nothing good ever came from any of Hannibal's requests.

_'Not really, Freddie turned up and now Sera is seeing red'_

_'Oh my, surely such a meeting could not have ended well, neither Sera or Felicia have ever taken kindly to that Alpha'_

_'She head butted her'_

The reply took a little longer to arrive as Will began pulling out items from the cupboards and stacking them on the side, intent on trying to cheer Sera up once she returned from the bathroom with a cup of her favourite. Extra sweet coffee.

_'Apologies for the delay Will, but I find that rather humorous'_

_'You would doc, you would'_

_'But I believe that this event may work well with what I was hoping to request of you. I have found that, in the case of my own mate, kindling Felicia's temper and then feeding the fire has proved effective in coaxing out the memories of her past. I believe that the same may apply to Sera. With that in mind, my request is simple...'_

Will felt the blood drain from his face at Hannibal's request. This was why he hated the doctor asking for anything from him, it was never clean cut or easy.

_'No way. I thought you were insane to begin with but this just proves you've fallen from the sanity tree. She's already riled up and has broken an Alpha's nose in the process, what the hell makes you think I want to start world war three anytime soon? Does Felicia even know what you're suggesting to me?'_

_'My theory is well founded thus far dear Will, so far with my own efforts, Felicia has already realised that the world around her is reality and begun to piece together the fragments of her life. Can you report the same success? And no, she knows nothing of this, she is currently in her room preparing for tonight's dinner with Dr. Chilton as our guest'_

Will gritted his teeth at the message. Why did Hannibal always have to have an answer for everything and evidence to back it up? It wasn't that he didn't want to speed up the recovery of his mates memories, but could he really justify such actions based only on Hannibal's 'efforts'.

_'I don't like this Doc. You remember how volatile Sera can be?'_

_'I am well aware, but I am thinking only of your future happiness and well being'_

Will bit his cheek as the urge grew stronger and finally won out, his hands beginning to move on their own. Why did the doctor always have to get the better of him?

_'You've made the right choice Will. I pride myself on knowing how to coax out the true nature of an individual. Just as I once helped to bring about your own true nature, I shall now help you retrieve Sera's'_

Will clicked his tongue in vague annoyance at the final message as he took the bin bag out of the house. Lecter may have played a large role in awakening his own inner monster, but were any of them really prepared for what might happen if they riled up Sera?

* * *

She sighed as she turned the switch and the hot water ceased to run, the steam lingering as she left the shower and wrapped the towel firmly around herself before moving towards the bedroom. Her mind was still buzzing but she felt calmer for having taken some time to herself.

She didn't feel guilty for her actions, but she knew she'd need to apologise to Will for her outburst.

"Why did she have to turn up anyway? We were having a good time until she ruined it"

Throwing on one of Will's shirts and a pair of his boxers, Sera made her way back down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She was going to say sorry, but first she needed coffee.

"Hey, are you ok now?"

She turned to face Will as he appeared behind her in the kitchen door, a worried gleam in his eye as he watched Sera's hand reaching for the coffee jar. She thought nothing of it, believing it to be to do with what had happened earlier that day as she smiled slightly.

"Yeah, feeling a little better, just dying for a brew"

The worried gleam only grew stronger within the Alpha's eye as Sera returned to her task, hands freezing as she peered into the empty sugar jar.

"Will... Where the hell is the sugar?"

"We ran out"

An unearthly snarl ripped from her throat as she spun to face him fully. hadn't she had a bad enough day as it was? Now the sugar was gone and he was lying to her about it.

"I made coffee this morning, I KNOW it was full! Where the hell is it?"

Will began to back up as a maddened gleam came to the Omega's eye, her fists beginning to flex once more as she advanced upon him. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Hannibal. Sera was dangerous when angered and no amount of sweet smiles or amnesia could clearly change that fact.

"I'm sorry love, but it's for your own good. Dr. Lecter said it was for the best"

"Then Lecter is a DICK and you were an idiot to listen to him!"

Will didn't have chance to prepare his defence as Sera flew at him and manhandled the phone from out of his pocket, searching through the contacts before placing the cell to her ear, her voice venomous as she snarled.

"Hannibal! You're a dead man walking. I know where you live and you had better sleep with one eye open. You may think your some scary ass motherfucker but this time YOU messed with the wrong person. My sugar is gone and I swear to god SOMEBODY is going to pay. Namely YOU!"

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	14. Chapter 14

_*Diary entry: one*_

_Time rolls into one painful, unending moment. Without the sustenance that I have come to rely so heavily upon, I find that the energy I once possessed now falters and fades, my mental faculties dwindle to a shadow of its former glory and I can't think straight._

_Is this what Hell is meant to feel like?_

_I have never been a religious woman, believing that no other than myself controls my fate and suffering other than I. But in this time, I begin to believe that some higher power is punishing me for a crime I have no memory of committing. _

_If you ever read this Hannibal, long after I have fallen to the loss of my beloved sugar, that higher power, sure as Hell is hot and the arctic is cold, is DEFINITELY NOT you. You've got more hope of pigs flying than me ever believing that._

_In this most difficult of time, I had hoped that I could rely upon the support of the man who claims to be my mate. before this event I had begun to believe that, despite my lack of memory and clear reasoning that this entire world I find myself in is simply an intensely realistic coma dream, we had a connection and understanding that went beyond mere friendship. But the enemy has infiltrated even the sole place I was hoping to call my safe haven. Will now acts as an agent in the forces that conspire against me, holding hostage the one thing that will maintain my sanity until I awaken to my own world. I can only hope that the evil one, Hannibal 'ass-hat' Lecter, has not yet corrupted the mind of my only comrade and partner in shared confusion._

_Felicia. I pray to any god or deity that will hear my plea that you remain strong and fight against the temptation that Lecter clearly possesses for you. Whilst I have fallen victim to his menace, you must defeat him. In any way possible._

_*End of entry one*_

Sera held the pen with shaking hands as she stared at the little note book that she'd stolen from Will's writing desk. She could feel the withdrawal racking through her system as she gritted her teeth and looked up towards the second presence within the room, eyes slit into a menacing glare as he stared at her in a mixture of his own worry and disbelief.

"What are you staring at? You got a problem with me writing in a diary, gonna take my diary away as well?"

He cringed at the harshness of her tone, once again regretting his decision to follow Hannibal's advice. But he still couldn't quite believe how quickly she'd deteriorated into withdrawal as she curled herself tighter around the little book and pushed herself closer to the corner, teeth bared and eyes crazed.

"I'm not going to take it off you Sera! Christ, It's only been 5 hours!"

* * *

Hannibal kept his face blank as he stared at the Omega across the kitchen counter from him, still clad in the evening dress she had worn for their dinner with Chilton and forehead planted firmly against the surface of the counter as she muttered profanities to herself. It was not a very becoming look for her.

"Dearest, at least correct your posture when muttering crudities under your breath"

Her head flew up as she glared daggers of ice at him, his expression remaining unreadable as she snarled her reply.

"The FUCK were you thinking? Do you even realise how many levels of Hell are going to reign down on you now that you've done this. Sera can't function like a human being without sugar, she's hooked on the stuff!"

She gave groan of frustration as a gleam of amusement came to his eye and he moved around the island to stand beside her, his fingers moving to trace the column of her throat as he spoke.

"I am fully aware of my actions, I am simply applying the methods that I used upon you to help Sera retrieve some of her own memories. I believe that, by goading her temper, it will unearth some of those from the locked parts of her mind."

With a heavy thud, her head returned to the counter top, elbows on the surface as her hands reached up in exasperation. Hannibal grimaced slightly at the display, not liking how her back hunched or how the surface would leave a red mark upon her forehead.

"You know, for a man as intelligent as you are, with god knows how many credentials to your name, you really are a dumbass for thinking this was a good idea"

"I take offense to that Felicia. I pride myself on knowing the results of my actions before I execute them"

She shook her head without attempting to lift herself up.

"So you're expecting world war three? Well you can keep me well out of it. From now on, just call me Switzerland"

Hannibal chuckled as he returned to the other side of the counter and retrieved a key from his jacket pocket, unlocking one of the numerous draws beneath the sink and pulling out a shiny packet, it's rustling catching Felicia's attention as she stared at the Alpha with horror in her eyes. Kopi luwak.

"I wonder, can Switzerland be bribed by any chance?"

His lips were curled into a taunting smirk as his eyes danced with glee at the Omega before him, the remaining colour draining from her face as she seemed to be weighing up all of her options.

Felicia could feel her own withdrawal beginning to rear its ugly head as she watched him open the packet slightly and move it over the sink. What was he hoping to achieve with the? She could have scoffed at her own, brief, ignorance as the answer stormed into her mind. He was hoping for her aide in his goading of Sera's temper, to have her help in his experiment over the amnesia.

Could Switzerland really be bribed? She really didn't want to take part in this game of his, and she sure as hell didn't want to go up against Sera. He began to tilt the packet slightly, allowing a few of the grains of coffee to fall into the sink, her fists clenching as she fought the urge to wrestle the packet from his hands and save her precious ingredient. He was taunting her too, using her own addiction against her to get what he wanted. But such tactics could work both ways and, with her heat ebbing its way slowly into her system, it would only be a matter of days before the first signs of her own advantage began to make itself known.

"You're a bad man Hannibal Lecter. A very bad man... But I believe Switzerland's allegiance can be altered... If given the correct push"

She kept her reply vague as he returned the coffee too it's locked drawer, knowing that he thought he had beaten her in this negotiation. But if there was one thing Felicia couldn't abide, it was losing to anyone. She wasn't above using the effects of her heat to gain the upper hand and she sure as hell wasn't about to take Hannibal's side in this little war he'd created. The next time she saw Sera, they were definitely going to need to put their heads together because Hell was about to break loose.

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	15. Chapter 15

The house stood silent, it's occupants stunned to silence as they each tried to piece together exactly what had brought them all to this point. The dining room lay in a shambles, Hannibal's face distorting with the annoyance of it all whenever he allowed himself to take in the sight before returning his eyes to the two Omega's that sat opposite him, both holding wine glasses and looking far too satisfied for his liking.

"I believe I was mistaken for trusting either of you to behave this evening"

Sera cackled at his words, raising the wine glass in salute before taking a large gulp, ecstatic at the gleam of pure annoyance that lay within the Alpha's eyes.

"never underestimate the wrath of two pissed off Omega's"

Will groaned from his position on the floor, alerting the attention of the other three as they turned towards the Alpha as he clutched his head and looked around in mixed horror and confusion. With her head rested against her palm, Felicia chose to be the one to break the ice.

"Welcome back to the land of the living curly top, how's your head after the knock?"

"What the hell happened here?"

Sera and Felicia sent a brief glance towards each other, not once losing the smug smiles from their faces. It was a good question really, what could possibly have taken place that would have left Lecter's dining room in utter disorder and given the guests of his latest dinner party enough gossip to last a lifetime. But as Sera had stated: Never underestimate the wrath of two pissed off Omega's.

"Oh where do we start?"

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***Two weeks previously***

Distress. Thick and almost touchable as the scent moved through the house and seeped through his bedroom door, reaching his senses and alerting him that the Omega across the hall was far from happy. He could hear the sobs and whimpers as he exited his own bedroom and moved closer to her own, opening the door silently to find her tossing violently in her sleep as she fought against invisible enemies.

The sight made his blood boil with rage against the man he knew caused these nightmares, fed the desire that he could be brought back from the dead so that he could murder him once more.

"Felicia. My love, wake up. You are safe"

His gentle hand finding her own caused her eyes to snap open as she bolted upright in the bed and looked frantically around at her surroundings, the tracks of her tears upon her pale cheeks evident in the moonlight as she began to calm down and hugged her knees tightly too herself. She felt vulnerable and at the mercy of a dead man as she buried her face away, only to have Hannibal bring her back to look at him.

"A new memory or an old ghost?"

"Nothing new, just the same torture... Beatings, mental abuse, memories of bandaging my own injuries and helping Sera tend to her own"

He placed a light kiss against her hair as he pulled her a little closer, surprised when she didn't fight against him and chose to move just that little bit closer to him as she allowed herself the comfort that she found only he could give to her.

"Why do I have to remember Hannibal? Why is it so important to you to get these memories to the surface again when all they do is cause me pain?"

"Because they are what made you who you are, the woman that I love and would give the earth too if I could. They are the memories of how you and Sera became sisters, not by blood, but by suffering and that is something that you should not want to throw away"

She hadn't realised that she'd moved so close to him until she had to remove her head from its resting place against his chest so that she could look up at him. Would there be happy memories waiting for her once she remembered her first encounters with Hannibal? Memories of courting and loving touches? Something told her that it wasn't quite the case, but that they would be happy memories none the less.

"Then I'll do my best to endure them... Thank you"

His smile was soft, something she knew was a rare sight upon his face with anyone other than herself. She watched him as he pulled away and stood from the bed to make his exit.

"Try to sleep once more my love, I will be here if you need me"

the door shut softly behind him as Felicia continued to stare at the door for a moment longer before a devilish smile began to creep onto her face, her eyes shining with all the menace that the devil within her mind possessed. The nightmares and her own fear had been real, the distress she had felt still evident in her mind. But she was not a woman about to allow an advantage to pass by. She had yet to take her revenge for what had happened only days before with Sera and her precious sugar, with the coffee when he had tried to bribe her allegiance.

What better way to get her revenge than to play the innocent, damaged Omega that he believed her to currently be. To worm her way under his skin by playing his Alpha instincts to protect against him.

_'You've forgotten a lot, but some things will never change'_

The inner demons voice was gleeful as Felicia pulled herself from the bed as well and straightened the button up shirt that she wore for nightclothes, pale blue with a lingering scent from the last time that Hannibal had worn it. It felt good to have it against her skin. Her lips twitched slightly, a menacing chuckle leaking out slightly before she set her face straight and began to move towards her destination. Hannibal's bedroom.

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Hannibal had just gotten himself comfortable beneath the sheets of his bed, just settled his head down against the pillow to drift back into the lonely sleep he had come to expect from his nights since Felicia had gone into the coma, since she had returned to him and proven how little she remembered of their life together.

He missed her, his dark angel of death as she hunted down her next victim and executed the art that she created with Sera, missed watching how she manipulated the crowd at their dinner parties and had them believing she was every bit the perfect Omegan mate for an Alpha like Hannibal. She was perfect for him, but not in the way that they all believed as they ate the flesh that he carved himself, sometimes enjoying the help of his beloved as he stored each bloody image to his memory palace.

"Hannibal?"

His eyes turned to the door as he pulled himself up in the bed, surprise evident on his face as Felicia stood in the doorway, a look of embarrassment upon her face as she clenched her fists within the shirt he had given to her. If she hadn't looked so vulnerable in that moment, he would have scolded her for possibly damaging one of his well tailored shirts.

"Are you well my love? You have not come to my room once since your return"

Her face flushed a pretty tinge of pink as she averted her gaze and scowled slightly through her embarrassment. She had never liked to display the vulnerable side of her gender, but it was always a treat for him when she did.

"I... I can't sleep... Can I stay with you tonight?"

The Alpha within him began to purr with satisfaction as he pulled the bed covers down and allowed the petite woman to climb in beside him, watching as she pulled the duvet over her and began to busy herself with finding the best position to sleep in, all the while looking frustrated and bothered. It was strangely adorable after so long of being alone.

"Can't be helped... guess it's my only option"

He'd have thought nothing of her words if they hadn't been followed by her body moving closer to his own, her head moving to rest against his chest as a delicate hand moved to join it upon the broad expanse, stroking cautiously through the hair that scattered along the surface.

"Sorry. It's just that you make the nightmares go away"

It wasn't a complete lie. His presence was intensely reassuring as he wrapped an arm around her own waist and held her securely against his chest, but her inner devil seemed to be doing cart wheels of joy as she cackled manically to herself.

_'We're likely going to be digging two graves after this, one for you and one for Sera, but fuck if this isn't going to be fun'_

Felicia fought with herself to keep the menacing grin from her face, not wanting to tip the Alpha off that she had ulterior motives in mind for her sudden desire to share his bed. It would take time to build up the needed facade of trust with him, but the outcome of her revenge would be worth it. Oh, it would most certainly be worth it.

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_She couldn't believe what she was seeing, her eyes wide with panic as the young Omega before her curled tighter into herself and clenched her fists. She looked in absolute agony, but the scent that filled the room told Sera a different story. Thank god Dunhill wasn't home yet._

_"Felicia... You're starting your first heat?"_

_Felicia's eyes flashed in acknowledgement, turning to look away from her sister once more as she fought desperately against her own, baser, instincts. She didn't need this right now, her body beginning the next stage of her development since she'd turned sixteen, it was too dangerous. It would pass soon enough, not quite in its fullest stage of the heat, but if Dunhill returned home before then she would be in far greater danger than a mere beating from his belt._

_"We need to get out of here Sera...We need to run, never look back"_

_Sera bit her lip in worry, surely Felicia couldn't be serious? It wasn't as if she'd never thought about it, but only in her most miserable of moments._

_"Where would we go? We've got no money and absolutely nothing to help us survive"_

_"Do I look like I care about that?... Do you even understand what he'll do if he finds me in heat? What he'll do to you when yours finally comes?... It'll be worse than any belt or punch, trust me"_

_The colour drained from Sera's face at Felicia's insinuation. Surely Dunhill wouldn't go that far? He was only interested in beating them senseless, he wouldn't be interested in either of them like that. Felicia seemed to read her thoughts from her expression alone as a bitter laugh broke passed her lips._

_"You really are naive, aren't you? Did you actually believe that crap they teach you at school, that your first bonding with an Alpha would be all roses and rainbows? That he'd love you unconditionally and you'd have a happy ever after. It's a lie Sera! If we don't escape now, then both of our first heats will be nothing but rape"_

_Sera felt tears form in her eyes at the venom within Felicia's voice, the rage in her eyes as she forced herself into a more comfortable position against the bedroom wall. The notion of finding her prince charming had been the only dream that had helped Sera sleep at night, the hope that not all Alpha's were as twisted as Dunhill. But what if Felicia was right? What if the dream of finding true love in her life was nothing but a giant lie._

_Her thoughts were interrupted as the sound of the front door being thrown open, slamming shut with a force that caused Sera to flinch. Felicia looked horrified, her eyes widening as she sent a frantic look towards the other Omega. It was too late for her now, she was sure, but she could still save Sera._

_"Get out Sera. Run and never look back... Please, don't let him destroy both of us"_

_Footsteps could be heard running up the stairs, heading for the room that both Omega were within. She couldn't leave Felicia behind, the thought would never cross her mind no matter what danger they were in. But her body moved on its own as she moved to hide in the wardrobe and watched through a crack in the door as Dunhill barged into the room, a deranged look within his eye as he flashed his teeth in a sickening smile._

_"well if the little Omega hasn't gone into heat... Can't say I've not been looking forward to this"_

_Sera watched as he made to advance upon Felicia, his hands moving to undo the belt around his waist, to pull down the zipper of his trousers. She could feel a black shroud coming over her mind, her own hands beginning to wander in search of a weapon. Hell would freeze over before she let him take away the last virtue Felicia thought she had. Felicia had told her to run, but that had stopped being an option the day she had taken care of her injuries after her own first beating. She'd never run if it meant leaving her sister behind._

_Her hand wrapped tight around a firm object, the small amount of light allowing her to realise that she clutched a baseball bat as she made to leave the wardrobe, the sound of Felicia trying to fend off her attacker as Sera snuck up behind the Alpha, his lust filled brain not even processing the second Omegan scent that filled the room._

_"Get the FUCK away from her!"_

_The bat swung down hard, both Omega staring in shock as Dunhill collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Sera could feel the colour drain from her face as the bat joined the body on the floor as Felicia moved to check for a pulse, sweat brimming her forehead as she fought to calm down her own racing emotions. The heat was starting to subside, but it had done it's damage._

_"Oh god, I killed him! I'm a murderer"_

_"Calm down, he's not dead, just unconscious"_

_Felicia forced herself to stand, her legs wobbling slightly as Sera moved instinctively to support her as the blond scanned the Alpha at their feet with an expression that sent a shiver up Sera's spine. Cold and calculating, like she was simply looking at a puzzle that needed to be solved, a puzzle that she seemed to have given thought too before any of this had ever happened._

_"Grab a rucksack and pack it with the essentials. Some clothes and any food that won't spoil too soon. Don't worry about money, I'll sort that out"_

_Felicia moved away carefully before setting about her task, Sera following her instructions as she grabbed a bag for each of them and began shoving clothes inside, leaving the room and watching wide eyed when Felicia shut the door and secured it with a chair wedged beneath the handle._

_"What are you planning Fliss?"_

_"I've been planning on us running away for a while now, I just didn't quite think the chance would come like this though. I know where Dunhill keeps the money he stashes, just go sort out the food like I said, I'll meet you outside when I'm done"_

_Felicia watched as Sera ran into the kitchen as a slow smile began to reach across her face. They would finally be free, free to live without fearing another beating. But how could she make sure that the Alpha never attempted to find them and exact revenge for this act. Her eyes roamed around as she descended the stairs and continued to weigh up their options before finally settling upon the cans of gasoline beside the front door._

_"Perfect"_

_She ran into the kitchen, grateful to see that Sera had left and was moving to the end of the yard as she moved a chair to reach the fire alarm. She didn't want Sera to be too involved with this. Her hands would have enough dirt on them for simply knocking the Alpha out. No, this was something Felicia would do alone. She removed the batteries, throwing them to the side, before moving to grab the first can of fluid._

_Sera watched from the end of the yard as the figure of Felicia appeared every so often through the separate windows of the house. What was she doing? She seemed to be moving quickly, scattering something around the house before finally leaving through the front door with a trail of clear liquid being poured behind her._

_"Fliss, what are you doing?"_

_The scratching of a match sparking against its box was the only warning Sera was given before the flame was thrown into the entrance of the house and fire began to spread rapidly through the building. Sera looked on in shock as it suddenly seemed to click within her mind. Felicia had been spreading the gasoline by the front door. Felicia was going to wipe out the threat of Dunhill from their lives permanently._

_"There's nothing I wouldn't do to protect you Sera... Even if I have to bloody my hands to achieve it"_

_She moved to stand beside Sera as tears threatened the younger Omegas eyes, clutching her hand tightly as they watched the flames together._

_The heat was intense, uncomfortable against their skin as they watched the flames from a relatively safe distance, causing a tingling sensation to course across their flesh. Neither could not move away, did not want to move, eyes transfixed upon the sight before them as they clutched each other's hand a little tighter._

_Felicia should have felt horrified at their actions, ashamed that either of them could resort to such drastic behaviour. But all she felt was relief washing over her as the roof timbers began to fall and the building began to cave in slowly, a feeling of finally being safe gripping her heart._

_"What if someone finds us Felicia?"_

_"We'll be long gone by then... The only good thing about this place was that it was in the middle of nowhere"_

_Sera gave a vague nod and squeezed Felicia's hand a little tighter, a small reassurance for both girls until a scream ripped through the flames and captured their ears. Eyes trailing up to the top floor window, the shadow of a man could be seen as he flailed and fought a losing battle against the inferno of his own death. Felicia smiled, slow and menacing as she watched him, allowing Sera to hide her face in her shoulder. He was gone from their lives, along with the memories that the house had held for the two young Omega. It was his fault Felicia could find no joy in her own biology, resenting the idea of any alpha ever becoming her mate. It was his fault that Sera was such a nervous teen and couldn't find her courage anymore._

_He was meant to look after them, a foster father until they could go out into the world alone and find their own way. Alpha's were meant to protect Omega's, so why had he subjected them to mood dictated beatings, tortured them with their worst fears and then pretended to be a perfect role model to the rest of the world. Well no more. She'd help Sera find herself again and they'd look after each other, just like they had always done._

_"We'll be OK... It'll be hard but anything's better than staying here"_

_The girls turned, their few possessions flung over their shoulders in rucksacks and hands still clasped together in a silent show of solidarity and joint strength, heading towards the nearest bus stop. The screams continued to dance within Felicia's mind long after they had left the burning house behind and feeding her desire for both she and Sera to become more than just a weak little Omega with nothing to their name. With the death of their foster father, a fate he deserved even if it had been an accident, they would be reborn._

* * *

Sera woke with a violent start, sweat coating her skin as she fought to bring her breathing under control, pupils dilated with fear as the dream continued to burn across her mind. What the hell had that dream just been?

She shut her eyes once more, pressing the palms of her hands against the sockets in a desperate attempt to purge the dream from her mind. All of the dreams, every one that she had had since coming to this bizarre coma dream, had been too real and too close to the bone for Sera's liking. She couldn't remember much of her childhood, but with every dream that came to her in the night, a new piece of the puzzle seemed to fit into place.

She had been in care as a child, had met Felicia in those years whilst under the care of an abusive foster father. But why was she only remembering any of this now? Tears began to well up within her eyes as the truth began to make sense and she realised just how deep she was in.

"Does Fliss realise this is all real?"

Her musing was cut short as a knock resounded from the bedroom door and Will's voice drifted through to her ears.

"Sera, are you all right? I heard you crying... Can I come in?"

Wiping her eyes quickly, Sera gave the Alpha the all clear to enter the room. She couldn't let him know that she had realised the truth, that would take away the only advantage she had in this giant fuck up. The best chance she had now was to get back in contact with Felicia, discover how much she knew and begin to work together towards regaining what was left of their lost memories.

"Sorry, just a nightmare"

She watched as he moved to sit at the edge of her bed, eyes filled with concern as he tried to smile at her. Perhaps he should tell her about the text he had received from Hannibal only an hour before? Maybe that would be enough to cheer her up.

"I know it's really difficult right now sweetheart. You're still recovering slowly and nothing makes any sense after being separated from Felicia. But if it makes you feel any better, Hannibal has invited us for a small dinner party in two weeks. There won't be many people there, just us two, Hannibal and Felicia, as well as Jack and Alana, and a few others"

The alarm sirens were ringing within Sera's mind as a small smile, innocent and happy, began to spread across her face. A dinner party at Hannibal's would mean a reunion with Felicia, a chance to share information and get onto the same page before taking their next step.

And how could she forget the little detail of her revenge. Hannibal had tampered in her life without reason too, in her opinion, had taken away her precious sugar. What better way to even the score than to tamper with his beloved dinner parties?

_**...To be continued...**_


	16. Chapter 16

***One week before***

The morning sun peered through the windows as Hannibal grimaced and attempted to cover his eyes with the sheets. His sleep had been so peaceful, the best he had been blessed with in months. Felicia had spent every night by his side, head rested against his chest as sleep took her and gave him those few precious moments to study her face without any trace of anger or irritation in general before he would detach himself from her warmth and head out into the night. He still had a dinner party to plan for. It had been wonderful, even without their old nightly activities, just having her against him again was enough.

He cracked his eyes open slightly at the thought, realising that something was off as he let his hand search for the smaller body that should have been beside him.

"Felicia?"

Empty. No trace of the Omega as he muttered her name before pulling himself into a sitting position in the bed and forced his senses to become clear. The side she slept on was still warm, she couldn't have been gone for more than a few minutes. But where had she gone?

With a groan, he pulled himself from the bed completely and wrapped his dressing gown firmly around himself. He had a bad feeling about her disappearance, nothing good had ever come from Felicia waking up before him.

As he drew closer to the stairs, he could hear movements from downstairs, the sound of music coming from the kitchen caused his face to pale slightly as he pictured the scene of destruction that he might walk into when he reached where his Omega had situated herself.

With the scent of cinnamon and pancakes wafting through the air, Felicia couldn't quite beat off the feeling of elation that coursed through her. She'd had a great night's sleep again, the flashbacks staying away for the first time since she had left the hospital and, as crazy as it might have sounded if she'd told Sera, she was beginning to really enjoy Hannibal's company.

He seemed to have dropped his mission to rile her up, choosing to simply spend their time talking and 'getting to know each other again' as he had put it one night. When they went to bed each night, he would simply hold her as she drifted into sleep with the feel of his long, clever fingers stroking through her hair. It felt like heaven.

But, to top her good mood off, she could feel the same feelings from him whenever they were together. She may have been guilty of the first stages of love with the Alpha, but that really didn't mean she was going to put the brakes on her plan to even the score with him, both for his previous actions against her and his actions towards Sera. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. It just wasn't something she'd let slide.

And so she found herself in the kitchen that morning, pancakes cooking away as she waited for the Alpha to emerge from the bed that they now shared, singing to herself happily with the first song that came to her mind as she flipped the treats in the pan.

_"Why do birds sing so gay  
And lovers await the break of day  
Why do they fall in love  
Why does the rain  
Fall from up above  
Why do fools fall in love  
Why do they fall in love_

_Love is a losing game,  
Love can be a shame, I  
know of a fool, you see,  
For that fool is me!  
Tell me why, tell me why?"_

With a spring to her step, she danced happily to the song she sang as she flipped the pancakes one last time before placing them onto two plates she had set up earlier, jumping out of her skin and spinning towards the door with a murderous look of embarrassment upon her face, spatula in hand as she pointed it threateningly at him, failing miserably to intimidate the Alpha as she spoke.

"you saw nothing, you heard nothing. Say anything and I'll slap this spatula where it hurts"

Hannibal stood within the doorway of the kitchen, an amused look upon his face as he leaned against the frame and chuckled lowly at her empty threat, choosing to move towards her slowly, wrapping his arms comfortably around her smaller form.

"I saw and heard everything. Now that I have spoken, do you intend to use that utensil as a weapon?"

The expression on his handsome face was a little too smug for Felicia's liking as she lifted the hand holding the item, flicking it slightly and grinning as it slapped gently against his cheek, the look of indignation that grew on his face at the feel of the butter from the pan trickling down his skin only made her grin turn larger.

"I did say I'd slap you where it hurt"

Swiping a finger along his cheek to collect the oily substance, Hannibal flickered his gaze between Felicia and his own hand before wiping it along her own cheek, smiling slightly as her jaw dropped and made a grab for a cloth to clean her face as Hannibal continued to restrain her by the waist.

"I trust you'll be in such high spirits on the night of our dinner party? I'm quite looking forward to it"

Felicia's eye twitched slightly at the mention of the dinner party. She was looking forward to it in her own way, a chance to catch up with Sera and enjoy the sight of a few new faces. Faces she apparently knew well. According to Hannibal, she had been quite close to Jack Crawford and Beverly Katz. The one major thing she wasn't looking forward too was the whole issue of the meat's source, she doubted she'd ever get used to the idea of joining the cannibal bandwagon.

"Will there be coffee?"

"Not for you. I am still awaiting the restoration of my music, remember?"

She groaned, rolling her eyes as she returned to the pancakes and felt her eye twitch once again when she realised they had grown cold during her exchange with the Alpha. Well that had been a total waste of time in the end.

"Then what if I restore it? Would that make a difference?"

"Perhaps"

Not good enough she thought as she pouted at his less than ideal reply. She was about to continue her negotiation, thinking of new ways to convince him, but the sound of his mobile cut her short as he pulled the device from his pocket and sighed in vague irritation before looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"It would appear I am needed to assist dear Will... I would normally not bring you along to such events, but with your recovery still ongoing I cannot take the risk of leaving you alone."

She frowned as he said this, a bad feeling shooting through her before something clicked in her mind. If Will was going to be there, then it was likely that Sera would be there too, especially if Will had made the same decision as Hannibal.

Oh how perfect.

* * *

Sera was almost bouncing with glee as she sat in the passenger seat, Will driving them to god knew where as he tried to suppress the smile at her joy and the slight concern at the manic gleam in her eye.

They were about to enter a crime scene, yet he didn't feel any of the usual trepidation that it often brought him. Sera's mood was too infectiously high for him to bring it down. But at the same time, it worried him a little, she was far too happy for someone still suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

"Do you think Hannibal has been alright with her since that last incident? We've not heard anything"

Placing a hand on her knee, Will smiled reassuringly at her small concern. She knew that the pair had been fine after their problems, but that didn't stop her worrying. He guessed it was just what siblings did.

"She's fine, I've told you before that he'd never do anything to hurt her. Hannibal said that he'd be bringing her along as well so you'll see for yourself"

As he spoke, they turned into the abandoned warehouse, an ominous feeling coming over both Will and Sera as the sight of the police, along with a number of forensics came into view and Jack accosted the vehicle as soon as it stopped.

"Will, glad to see you finally made it. It's another ripper murder we think, but it's different, something seems off about it"

Will nodded before turning his attention back to Sera, directing her own attention to another vehicle parked not far away, fighting the smile once more as she gave a small shriek of joy and flew from the car. Felicia was stood beside Hannibal, leaning against the Bentley as the Alpha seemed to be speaking to her.

"Dearest, correct your posture in public"

"But I don't want too. You promised me that Sera would be here and she isn't, that tells me that you're a lying bastard"

Hannibal's eye twitched as he was about to retort, noticing Sera first as she came running towards them, turning the fair haired Omega to face the correct direction and wincing as her overjoyed scream hit his eardrum.

The pair almost knocked each other over as they ran and gripped themselves into a tight hug, not noticing when Will stole Hannibal away to look at the crime scene until they pulled apart.

"I've been worried sick about you. I thought he'd have slaughtered you by now"

Felicia grinned sheepishly at Sera's words, shrugging slightly as the other rolled her eyes. She was just happy to be with her sister again, to catch up and find out whether Sera had realised the truth yet or not.

"You know me. Mouth like a sailor and tough as old boots... Hannibal isn't so bad once you get used to him, he just pulls dick moves and then acts pissy when a shit storm reigns down on him"

"dick move is an understatement. He infiltrated my private life and stole my sugar like the giant ninja ball bag he is"

Felicia scoffed at Sera's words, amused at the others description of the Alpha. But something seemed off about her, she'd been without sugar for over a week and, if Felicia wasn't wrong, the dark haired Omega should have been on the brink of insanity by this point, if not already there. She was acting too normal.

"Sera, don't take this the wrong way, but what the fuck is wrong with you? You're acting strange for someone suffering from withdrawal"

"Withdrawal my ass. Will stopped off at a diner for coffee on the way here, so I pilfered some of the sugar sachets on the way to the bathroom... I really did try to kick the habit, but I just couldn't do it"

Felicia raised her eyebrow as Sera reached into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a number of little white sachets, ripping them open and pouring the contents into her mouth before smiling in pure bliss.

"Liar. I swear to god, if I find you hoarding sugary crap again and going ape-shit when someone takes even a piece, I'm calling for an intervention"

"Like hell you'd do that, you're just as bad as I am. Anyway, aren't you even a little bit curious about what's going on in there with those two? I heard Crawford saying it's another ripper murder"

They both turned to look at the warehouse that Will and Hannibal had vanished into, Felicia taking a quick glimpse around to see whether anyone was guarding the door or remotely even monitoring the surroundings.

"You know me too well. With Hannibal throwing a dinner party soon, it really doesn't take a genius to know why this happened. By the way, are you planning anything for the dinner party? A little payback, so to speak"

The pair had begun to sneak towards the door, watching everything around them as they continued to whisper amongst themselves and slip into the building.

"Oh yeah, I've got a few ideas. But you'll just have to wait for the night to find out. Yourself?"

"Of course. Stupid question really"

The two smiled mischievously as they turned the final corner and entered the crime scene fully, their smiles falling into shocked, open jaw expressions at the sight that met them.

Hannibal was stood with his back towards them, Will stood in front as he muttered to himself about the crime that had been committed. It was beyond anything Sera or Felicia could have imagined.

The floor was scattered with bloody red petals, fish wire's fixed at separate points to keep the corpse in place as her hands were stretched out before her, heart quite literally in hand as the gaping wound within her chest proved that it had definitely been her own, now replaced with an assortment of beautiful roses as her sightless eyes, stitched firmly open, stared back at both the Omega's.

For a moment, Felicia felt dazed. This felt familiar, like she'd seen something like this before. Knowing that it was Hannibal's work confirmed that whatever this was meant to be, it was meant for her. But something seemed off, there were added extra's that her mind seemed able to see, the mix of red and white roses that littered her ribcage and the strange burn mark upon the throat beside a small puncture wound that was clearly from a syringe. This was dedicated to a second person as well, and something screamed to her mind that it was Sera.

"Well fuck me sideways and call me Bettie! Now that's what you call a bloody valentine!"

Felicia dropped her head into her palms at Sera's blunt words, mind still spinning with what she had seen. It was clear that Hannibal wasn't sending a valentines to Sera as well as herself, but perhaps he was making a twisted attempt at sending one on behalf of Will.

The two Alpha's seemed to snap out of their own little worlds at the sound of Sera's voice, turning to face them both with mixed expressions on their faces. Whilst Will looked thoroughly mortified at being caught working by his mate, the gleam in Hannibal's eyes looked like Christmas had come early, although he covered it well with a stern frown upon his face.

"And how did you two manage to get past?"

Hannibal's tone was reprimanding as he watched Felicia's expression, her own gaze never leaving the corpse before her. She seemed a little paler than usual as she seemed to take in every aspect of his gift to both she and Sera, but she didn't seem horrified. He couldn't seem to see what she was thinking, her expression seemed frozen. He hadn't really wanted to dedicate the gift to Sera as well, the Omega was not his other half. But Will had requested it, unable to find the perfect time to create his own master piece for his beloved.

Felicia recovered slowly as she turned to look at Sera, only to find that she had begun inspecting the corpse from a closer angle. With a sigh, she turned her attentions completely back to Hannibal.

"no one was really guarding the door and we were bored, so we snuck in to get a glimpse at the scene... Did the ripper have a fall out with his other half or is he trying to get in their pants?"

Hannibal seemed to freeze at Felicia's observation. She'd made no sign that she remembered what he was but it still shocked him to hear her come so close to the truth. It was his attempt at romantic, as romantic as a cannibalistic serial killer could get while preparing for another dinner party, a way to try and wakeup another memory and get closer to how they had been before the coma. He'd not known whether she'd have the chance to see it first hand, but he'd known that she'd have seen the crime scene photo's at least when Will came to 'discuss' them.

"Will, Hannibal! The girls have gone missing. I've got officers loo... Dammit! How did you both get in here?"

The girls turned towards the voice, gruff in sound and more than a little panicked at the start as the large Alpha came hurtling into the room. It didn't take them long to realise who they were looking at. Jack Crawford.

"Pretty easily actually, your officers aren't very attentive to their surroundings"

This time it was Sera who gave an exasperated sigh as Felicia sent a blunt gaze at Crawford. Did she really have to offend the man so soon after meeting him? The Alpha stared at the fair haired Omega for a moment, registering her words and Sera was sure he was about to blow a fuse but, instead, a small smile began to work its way up his face as he spoke with more relief than annoyance.

"Well at least the coma hasn't changed your attitude Felicia, still as blunt as a baseball bat. It's good to see you both up on your feet again but you really shouldn't be in here"

"fine, we've seen enough anyway but how the hell do we know each other?"

For a moment, Jack looked genuinely upset at Felicia's words before Will interjected with a quick 'amnesia' reply, understanding coming to his eye as Sera joined Felicia's side and pushed the other Omega out the door with her as Jack continued to speak as he joined them outside the warehouse.

"We met not long after your relationships with Will and Dr. Lecter started, you'd both come in with them when they were called to a crime. You used to call me 'Uncle Jack' before. We'll talk about it all another time, I guess a crime scene isn't the best place to discuss memories like that"

Sera raised her eye as Jack began to walk away towards his officers, clearly to give them an ear full for letting the two Omega's sneak past them. Felicia had the same look on her face as she turned to her and muttered.

"Uncle Jack? Seriously?"

"I don't know either... Did you see it too Sera? the corpse and what it was meant for"

Sera frowned at Felicia's words, nodding slightly as she replied.

"Yeah... I saw it clear as day"

* * *

***Day of the dinner party***

The sensation trickled through her veins as she stared at the woman in the mirror, burning heat shooting through her system as she forced herself to focus on the fastenings of her dress. The feeling was fleeting but frequent, her hands shaking as she finally clasped the last fastening, the irises of her eye blown wide as she met her own gaze in the mirror once more.

Swiping a hand over face and quickly fixing her make-up, she prayed to any god that would listen that she could control her body for this one night before falling victim to her own biology. Why did her heat have to choose tonight of all nights to start it's rampage against her senses.

_'You can do this. We were cutting off our Omegan instincts for years. just trust yourself'_

The voice in the back of her mind was reassuring as she exited the safety of the room she shared with Hannibal, heading towards the kitchen to see if the Alpha wanted any help with the final preparations. She couldn't let anything spoil her plans for the night, but she was worried she wouldn't be able to control the heat for long enough to exact her revenge.

Her knees nearly crumpled beneath her as Hannibal's scent grew stronger with every step she took closer to the kitchen, her heat screaming out for him as she continued to suppress it as best as she could. With a deep breath, she entered the kitchen, stopping for a moment at the sight that met her eyes.

Hannibal stood at the head of the kitchen, knife in hand as he prepped down what Felicia could only assume was an organ from which ever poor bastard he had murdered for it, barking out orders as hired chefs jumped to obey his every command. She felt a shiver run through her mind as her restraint broke slightly and a trickle of her heats scent leaked out. Every inch of him exhibited strength and control, his sharp features catching the light slightly and making her realise just how attractive he really was. Her breathing became short as her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated once more, shivers racking across her flesh as her mind began to lose all hope of control.

_'So much for restraint but this is what we always needed, someone strong enough to chase away the nightmares'_

Hannibal caught the scent as his head snapped up from his task and the knife in his hand came to a halt midair, his eyes meeting with Felicia's as they simply stared at each other. Dammit. He had been looking forward to her heat, to how it would affect them both, but the night of the dinner party was far from ideal. Keeping his voice as level as possible, he dismissed the chefs with confirmation that he could finish the final preparations himself. It was a god send that he had hired only Beta's for the occasion, their weaker senses failing to notice the sudden change in the air.

He waited till they were completely alone before attempting to approach his mate, her eyes following his every move like a hawk as she seemed to struggle with her own mind and body. If he moved too quickly, her Omegan nature would win out and see him as a threat rather than as her mate, either choosing to take flight for safety or fight tooth and nail to eliminate the threat. Something told him she'd choose to fight.

"Felicia, my love, your heat is starting. Try to remain calm, if you have the presence of mind to answer me then I can provide you with a short term escape from the effects of the heat. If not, then we will have to cancel the party and deal with the matter at hand. Which would you prefer"

The primal part of his mind prayed that she would choose to continue her heat, that the party would be cancelled and they could enjoy her heat with the simple excuse of biology for both their behaviour. Felicia simply continued to stare at him for a moment, seeming to gather the words she needed to form a decent enough reply.

"Make... Make it stop... NOW!"

Her voice was ground out as she began to fidget with her hands, doing her best to stop them from reaching out to the Alpha before her. If she touched then she'd lose completely, and that sure as hell wasn't about to happen tonight of all nights. Hannibal vanished from the room for a moment, the sound of rummaging through a bag making the Omega vaguely aware of what he was doing before he returned with a bottle of pills in hand.

"These are suppressants, weak but good enough to last about 8 hours if you take two of them. We cannot hold of your heat for long or else it will damage your body, but this will help make it easier for now"

She nodded vigorously as she took two of the small pills and swallowed them down dry. She just hoped that they would take effect soon, they had just over an hour before the first guest was meant to arrive.

* * *

Bored. It was as plain as that. The guests had arrived accordingly on time, Jack and his Omegan mate Bella, Katz, Zeller and price along with a number of others that Felicia really couldn't put a name too. They were all milling around happily, the Alpha's making small talk amongst themselves as their Omegan partners seemed to cling to them for comfort. The sight made Felicia's stomach turn in distaste, she couldn't remember ever being so needy unless effected by her heat.

The thought made her give a small sigh of relief, grateful to the pills Hannibal had given her earlier for stopping her heat in its tracks. It would only be a short term solution, but it was enough to keep her happy. The only thing left worrying her now was the whereabouts of her sister. Sera and Will were both running late and, if the look of vague annoyance in Hannibal's eye's was anything to go by as he stood listening to Alana Bloom talking at him, the cannibal in the room was starting to get restless. A knot of further disgust burst through her stomach at the sight of the Beta woman, her hand touching Hannibal's shoulder and failing to notice the look of distaste he sent her.

_'Hands off my mate, you filthy whore!'_

Felicia bit her tongue to hold back the snarl as she took the first confident steps towards the two, Hannibal noticing her as a small smile graced his lips and he reached for her hand. She couldn't describe the burning hatred that she felt as she looked towards the Beta, icy glares exchanging before both placing false smiles on their lips. Felicia needed to behave herself tonight, at least until Sera arrived, if she wanted her plan to go off without a hitch.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"Oh, Felicia, I didn't realise you were here tonight. I was just speaking with Hannibal about how Will is doing under her care"

Hannibal had to hold back the purr of delight as a glacial atmosphere seemed to envelope his beloved, a dangerous gleam entering her eye as Alana seemed to take a step back, her weak Beta senses picking up on the change. Felicia had never liked the woman and it pleased him to see that it had not changed, that she felt jealousy towards another that tried, and failed, to steal his attention.

"Where else would I be Dr. Bloom? I am no longer in the coma, nor do I live away from my mate... I trust that your interest in my sisters mate is merely medical?"

The blush that rose within the beta's cheek caused Felicia to quick an eyebrow slightly. Another reason not to like the woman, clearly not content with trying to sway Hannibal. A familiar scent filled the air and drew the three's attention towards the door as the sight of Sera and Will filled Felicia with relief. Finally. There was just two things that were causing both she and Hannibal to send quick looks towards each other.

Firstly, Will looked incredibly panicked and alert. Sera's scent seemed stronger than usual, projected it seemed as a devilish smile graced the Omega's face as she looked at them square on.

Secondly, Sera was only just beginning the process of removing her coat. Wasn't that something to be done at the front door? Felicia felt her eyes bulge slightly as she watched Sera remove the item, revealing the outfit beneath.

"Oh sweet mother of Jesus"

The dress left nothing to the imagination, destroyed any idea of Sera ever being a shy or subdued creature. The skirt barely covered the curve of her ass, tight and form fitting with a neck line that showed nearly all of the woman's cleavage. Sera wasn't just going for the shock factor, she was going for all out chaos as her scent caused more than a couple of Alpha heads to turn, her outfit making the tension in the room magnify as Will bared his teeth on instinct before covering his head with his hands.

Felicia was by her sisters side in seconds, gawking at the other like she'd grown a second head before recovering and giving Will the all clear to escape to Hannibal's side with a promise that she'd keep the other out of mischief. Yeah right.

"You got balls sister... Hannibal looks like he's about to spit fire already"

"Shame, because he'll be having kittens by the time I'm finished tonight"

Sera was looking directly at Hannibal as she said this, the two glaring at each other as Sera made the 'I'm watching you' signal. Of all the things Felicia had been expecting, from crude behaviour to mild attempts at destruction, a full whammy display of sexuality had not been on the list.

"Fasten your seat belt sugar, this ride is gonna get bumpy"

* * *

The atmosphere was tense, the scent of Sera still strong as it danced through the air and had many of the Alpha's at the table snarling beneath their breaths at each other. They had managed to survive through the starter and main course without too much of a hitch, the sense of relief seeming very obvious on Hannibal's face as Felicia let a seemingly innocent smile come across her face. Sera had set the ball rolling, the atmosphere perfect for Felicia to take the next step in their game. Her eyes scanned the table, looking for a perfect target, before landing squarely on Dr. Bloom once more. The Beta was, once again, staring at Hannibal like some prince from a fairy tale. Could a cannibalistic serial killer ever be like a prince?

"Dr. Bloom, I believe I made it perfectly clear earlier on that, whilst you detest the idea of my presence, I am very much here and making the proverbial sex eyes at my mate is a sure fire way to piss me off"

Sera couldn't stop the giggle that passed her lips at her sisters words. Whilst she had chosen a more direct approach with her plan to cause mayhem, Felicia seemed to be going for the mental front. Offend the guests and embarrass the one she disliked the most. The Beta seemed to go beetroot red as she snapped her gaze away from Hannibal and towards the Omega who's smile was deceptively sweet, her eyes hiding the true menace that she was feeling as Alana spoke.

"It truly boggles the mind how someone as low class as yourself could gain the attention of an Alpha like Hannibal. You may scrub up pretty and put on the graces of a duchess, but you can't escape from the fact that you were always just a little street rat that hit it lucky"

Alana seemed to bite down on her own tongue as Felicia's smile became glacial and her eyes turned to ice, cowering from the Omega as danger seemed to wrap around her like a shroud. Hannibal watched the unfolding scene as a building rage began to take over him, both for Alana's words to his mate and also the clear fact that Felicia, who had promised to behave, was clearly baiting the Beta. And succeeding as she stood slowly from her chair, fingers tracing the outline of her dessert plate, Hannibal knowing all too well what she was planning to do with the chocolate delise but unable to move to stop her.

"You wish to play a game of analysis? So be it, you forget that I played the role of Alpha for many years before giving into my true nature and mating to Hannibal, held down a career as a successful psychiatrist before meeting him. Now where should our session begin? You clearly have a deep resentment for both your own biology and that of Omega's, you hate the fact that you are neither Omega or Alpha, caught in a miserable little place that gives you no interest from either gender. You long to be an Omega so that you can be desirable to Alpha's, or an Alpha so that you can be craved by an Omega. You are neither, a third wheel in the sex romp of life. But unlike other Beta's who are able to see past this and live perfectly happy lives with members of their own gender, take Zeller and Katz for example or Price and his own Beta wife, you feel anger towards yourself and everyone else... In short, you are a miserable little creature who can't see past her own short comings. Now, if you don't mind, go suck a dick bitch. Preferably not the one I'm sucking"

Alana's face paled with every word that Felicia uttered, becoming downright ghostly by the end as the plate of dessert collided with her face. No one needed to know that Felicia hadn't gone further than cuddling her mate in the entire time she'd been home from the hospital, didn't need to know that they argued like cat and dog for the first few weeks and were only just starting to getting along. All Alana needed to know was that Hannibal was off the market.

Sera smiled viciously as the Beta seemed to come to her senses, face covered in chocolate, as she gave a scream of indignation and made to lunge across the table for her sister. Not happening, Sera was in front of Felicia before anyone knew she had moved, fist poised before ramming into the beta's face and sending her backwards.

"Not happening sweetheart, that's my sister you're hating on"

Hannibal watched on in well covered horror as the scene played out before him. How had he not known the pair would sabotage the dinner party? How had he been so blinded to the fact that both Omega's were loathed to let a grudge go unpunished. A low warning snarl ripped from his throat, doing nothing to appease the situation as Sera's wolf like grin grew a little larger, both she and Felicia watching as Alana recovered herself.

"Don't try that shit now Hannibal. You had this coming from day one"

He made to grab for the two women, to restrain them and prevent any further damage from being done, but it was as if they could read his movements as they dodged his grip and made to sprint from the dining room, Hannibal's low, enraged tone following them as he barked orders for Will and to the other guests.

"Will, attempt to restrain Sera whilst I pursue Felicia. I apologise, but the dinner party has come to a rather unfortunate and abrupt end. Please be careful on your way home, I trust that you can clean yourself up Alana"

Hannibal was in no mood to sympathise with the Beta as she attempted to snivel up to him, becoming more agitated as he and Will brushed past her in favour of their mates. She had brought it upon herself really, She should have known that Felicia would not take kindly to her trying to woo him, or that Sera would have reacted as such when seeing her sister being riled.

"Don't worry about it Doc, the meal was beautiful as always and the... Entertainment, shall we say, was just what I needed. Someone had to bring Alana down off her high horse anyway"

Katz' words were chuckled as she allowed Zeller to place her own coat over her shoulders, ignoring the bitter glare that was being sent her way by the enraged Beta. Like she cared whether she upset the woman after how blatantly she had been pouring herself over a taken Alpha.

Hannibal did his best to salvage the wreckage of the night, playing the gracious host for as long and as best as he could, knowing that the longer he waited, the more the two Omega's would bring havoc upon his house.

But, there was still one ace that he had up his sleeve. The suppressant that still coursed through Felicia's system, the drug that kept her heat temporarily at bay. He still had that.

* * *

"Weapon, weapon. We need a weapon!"

The kitchen looked like a domestic warzone as the two Omega upturned every drawer and cabinet in search of anything to defend themselves, Felicia routing through the pans as Sera weighed up a rolling pin before either of them settled upon something they felt secure with, Felicia a hefty frying pan and Sera a thick, heavy marble rolling pin.

"Right lieutenant Wright, the strategy is simple: We split up, if you distract Will, A.K.A the dog whisperer, and draw his attention away, I will knock him out. With him out of play we can turn the tables to our advantage. Remember, he has that fucked up telepathy shit going on and he can think like we can. So take him out first"

Sera's face scrunched up in distaste as she swung the rolling pin slightly.

"It's not called 'fucked up telepathy shit' Felicia, it's called empathy. And anyway, what are we gonna do about the Russian? Don't you think, after we fucked up his dinner party and his kitchen, that he's the biggest threat at this moment?"

"Same shit, different name. And he's not Russian"

"I know"

"He's Lithuanian, you'll just upset him more"

Sera gave a slight giggle, eyes lighting up with mischief as she gave a single nod.

"I know, what's your point?"

"You really are a twat at times"

"I know"

Felicia dropped her head in her hands in exasperation, trying to smile against the sound of footsteps coming closer. Sera seemed to have heard the sound as well as she made a covert dash for the pantry, hands wrapping around the sugar bag as a menacing gleam reached her eyes, her hand scooping the white substance and pouring it into her mouth.

"Shit just got real Captain Shepherd, wish me luck! Operation fuck up has just begun"

With the sugar still in hand, Sera made a mad dash for the kitchen door as Hannibal came into sight. For a split second, the two Omega's exchanged a glance of agreement before Sera upped her effort. They were already up shit creak without a canoe, so why stop now? The raven brought her hand back behind her, prepared to launch her missile at its target as she drew closer to the enraged Alpha.

"Molotov asshole, Molotov"

The bag hit its target with surprising force as it split against his face, coating the Alpha with Sera's favourite substance as the Omega bolted past him in his state of shock. As he was recovering from the shock, a pair of hands grasped his cheeks as something wet swiped across his lips and a soft voice whispered into his ear.

"You taste sweet. Must be all that sugar coating the bitterness of your defeat"

Felicia took off into a run once more as she joined her sister, both turning to Hannibal as he came to himself, snarling as the pair blew him a kiss and bolted down the corridor.

"Mission one: Put a leash on the dog whisperer. If you go that way and draw Will out, I'll follow you from down here"

Sera nodded once before turning down the corridor, Felicia waiting a moment as she hid around the corner before Sera came running past once more, Will hot on her trail.

"Sera, if you stop this now then we can sort this out and just forget this all happened, with time Hannibal might even forgive you"

Sera scoffed as she continued to run up the stairs and towards where she thought the master bedroom would be, looking back and stopping as she hit a dead end. How had she not sussed out that this corridor of the house lead to a brick wall. She had to hold him off for as long as possible.

"Like that would ever happen. Now stay away, or I'll pummel your ass with this!"

Waving the rolling pin at the Alpha, she did her best to appear threatening as he inched closer, hands up as if in surrender as he tried to talk some sense into his mate. Where the hell was Felicia when she needed her?

"Come on Sera, you know this is only going to make things worse. If you give up now then we can just go home and put all this in the past, Hannibal and Felicia can try and sort things out between themselves as well"

Sera frowned as if she was weighing up his words, her eyes looking past him as a streak of blond flashed and a frying pan came into sight.

"I think it's too late for that and you've clearly forgotten the other issue at hand here. There's two of us"

With a hefty clunk, Will's body hit the ground like a sack of bricks, Felicia's foot planted firmly on his back as she hoisted the pan into the air in victory, Sera checking the man's pulse to make sure he was completely unconscious before muttering under her breath.

"Dog whisperer down, I repeat, dog whisperer down. Next mission: Wendigo down. Target: The Russian... Prepare your weapon and pull on your big girl panties, things are about to get rough"

A bestial shout echoed from the corridor below as Sera and Felicia turned their gazes to the bottom of the staircase, Hannibal glaring up at them as he bared his teeth towards them and snarled.

"Felicia, Sera. You will come down this second!"

With a quirked eyebrow, Felicia bowed and signalled for her sister, an unspoken message being shared between the two.

"After you lieutenant Wright. I'd hate to keep the good doctor waiting"

Sera saluted, clunking the corner of the rolling pin against her own skull as she positioned herself upon the banister, prepared for her descent.

"Aye aye Captain Shepherd!"

She pushed herself downwards on the banister, gliding elegantly across the surface as she positioned the rolling pin like a baseball bat and drew closer to the seething cannibal, a large grin upon her face as she swung the rolling pin towards him.

"Zdravstvuj!"

The weapon hit its target, Hannibal grunting at the force that met his abdomen, doubling over as Sera jumped from the banister and made to run past him. From his position, Hannibal's arms shot out towards the raven, clutching at her waist as he lunged forward and knocked Sera to the floor. The pair landed with Hannibal on top of the scantily clad Omega, his hair completely dishevelled and out of place, his shirt crumpled and slightly un-tucked from the evenings events. Sera smiled from her position, goading as she swiped a finger across his cheek, collecting the remnants of the sugar that she had thrown at him.

"Why Hannibal, we hardly know each other. What would Will and Felicia think?"

The Alpha snarled once more, guttural and warning as the Omega placed the sugar coated finger into her mouth, savouring the sweet flavour as she groaned in appreciation, eyes looking behind him as a shadow began to loom over them.

"To Russia with love bitch, get the hell of my sister!"

For the second time that night a hefty clunk rang through the house and Hannibal's once imposing figure crumpled to the floor as Sera pulled herself out from beneath the unconscious Alpha, an intrigued look upon her face as she spoke.

"Funny, he looks quite angelic when he's asleep... Who should we move first? We've got Will upstairs and Hannibal down here"

"Good question. But I think we need to secure the most dangerous first. If you go find something to tie him with, we'll restrain him first and then move Will last"

"Aya aye Captain!"

* * *

"Do you think we over did it?"

Sera sat with her head against her arm, clutching her wine glass as she watched the unconscious Alpha across the table. His arms had been tied behind the chair he was positioned in, his ankles tied to the legs as well by a number of scarves. It wasn't her best work, but Sera was quite proud of it in the time limit she'd had.

"Not really, they had it coming. I believe that the conquest went rather well in all fairness"

Felicia was sat opposite, swirling her wine glass as the pair monitored the two unconscious Alpha's, a groan emanating from Hannibal as his head rolled slightly before lifting, a dazed glare aimed at the two Omega's as he attempted to move, realising that he was tied to the chair.

For a moment, the three simply stared at each other, Hannibal assessing all the damage that the night had brought and the shambled state of his dining room. In his mind the night had been an utter disaster. For the girls, a complete success.

"I believe I was mistaken for trusting either of you to behave this evening"

Sera cackled at his words, raising the wine glass in salute before taking a large gulp, ecstatic at the gleam of pure annoyance that lay within the Alpha's eyes. It wasn't even a polite measure of wine, but a full glass of one of his own collection, his best at that.

"never underestimate the wrath of two pissed off Omega's"

Will groaned from his position on the floor, alerting the attention of the other three as they turned towards the Alpha as he clutched his head and looked around in mixed horror and confusion. With her head rested against her palm, Felicia chose to be the one to break the ice.

"Welcome back to the land of the living curly top, how's your head after the knock?"

"What the hell happened here?"

Sera and Felicia sent a brief glance towards each other, not once losing the smug smiles from their faces. It was a good question really, what could possibly have taken place that would have left Lecter's dining room in utter disorder and give the guests of his latest dinner party enough gossip to last a lifetime. But as Sera had stated: Never underestimate the wrath of two pissed off Omega's.

"Oh where do we start?"

As Felicia was about to explain what had happened to the confused man, Sera's hand flew out and covered her mouth as she interjected in the explanation.

"Just before we explain anything. I think I should mention that I've decided your boyfriend is pretty hot when pissed off, I can totally see why you like him. I'd tap that ass if I were you"

Hannibal gnashed his teeth in a clear display of anger as Sera blew a second kiss his way, her eyes not seeing the sudden change in Felicia's face as she waited for the other Omega to laugh along.

"Bitch... stay away from my Alpha"

The atmosphere turned glacial as Sera sent a surprised look towards the fair haired woman, noticing the way her shoulders hunched as if in pain and her skin began to flush, heat almost radiating from her as she bared her own teeth. Hannibal felt panic for the first time as he gave a tug at his bindings, watching as the pills in Felicia's system finally failed and the heat began to take her mind completely. This was not a safe place for either Sera or Will to be now.

"Sera, you need to untie me and leave with Will now!"

"Why the hell would I do that asshole?"

Hannibal growled in exasperation as Will lifted himself with a groan of discomfort and pulled him own mate away from her sister, wincing at the scent that was emanating from her as he spoke.

"Sera, Felicia is going into heat. If she thinks you're advancing on her mate then, no matter how much she loves you as her sister, she'll kill you for being a threat. Usually Omega's become perfectly submissive during heat, but that's never been the case for either you or her. You need to untie Hannibal and both of us get the hell out of here until they sort themselves out"

Sera's eyes widened as she listened, looking between the animal that her sister had become and the animal that Hannibal was becoming as the scent of his mates heat began to warp into his own mind. She moved quickly, Will helping to tug at the scarves that held the Alpha down as Felicia gave a growl of anger, her heat warped mind mistaking their actions as she began to move towards them at speed.

"Felicia!"

As the final scarf fell away, Hannibal lunged his body forward and knocked his mate to the floor, watching as both Will and Sera escaped towards the door, Will running as he dragged the all but skipping Omega behind him, Sera's voice echoing as she ran.

"Thanks for the party, we had an awesome night! Feel better soon sis, see you later bitches"

The door slammed as Felicia and Hannibal put distance between their bodies and glared each other down, Hannibal's smile all teeth as his mind gave into the heat of his Omega. He was going to enjoy every moment of this.

"Now where were we, my love"


	17. Chapter 17

'_**I never felt this way before**__**  
**__**I've seen so many islands**__**  
**__**I never felt this way before**__**  
**__**In this song here I describe him**_

_**The chariots rise**__**  
**__**Up high in the sky**__**  
**__**What a fool am I**__**  
**__**To fall so in love**__**  
**__**What a wonderful dream**__**  
**__**It seems to be**__**  
**__**'Cause I love him'**__**  
**_

Heat, like nothing she could remember ever feeling the likes of before, hot and pulsing as liquid fire coursed through her veins, drowning her senses yet intensifying them as she eyed the Alpha before her, every move and every twitch his muscles made registering in her mind whilst everything else around them seemed to melt away into nothingness.

He was all that she craved now, the lust of her nature spiking as she watched his tongue dart quickly to moisten his lips, beautifully sinister lips that had tasted the blood of many Alpha's before her time. The thought alone made a lusting growl break past her lips, seeming to jolt Hannibal to the core as he bared his teeth and began to speak, his voice low and thick with his accent.

"There is no going back my love... Our old game has begun"

It was the only warning her hormone addled brain was given before he made to rush her, narrowly dodging as she dodged to the side and sent an elbow into his gut, an effective kidney dig as he grunted and spun to face her, following suit as she made to escape the room.

Their old game was a violent ritual, made by the circumstance of their first mating to remind them both of their true nature, a reminder that it was bloodlust that had brought them together and had given them a love that suited them both.

Blinded by her own hormones, Felicia ran without fear of being caught but fear that the game would eventually end. She turned each corner, the sound of his advancing footsteps echoing behind her as she searched for ground that would play to her advantage.

"There is nowhere to run little Omega... This house is my playground"

The hum of his voice was like a deadly melody, harsh with his accent and made heavier by the rut that had consumed his own brain. She didn't dare to turn to look at him, knowing instinctively what would meet her vision if she did. His dishevelled appearance as his hair continued to come loose from its usual perfection, his eyes clouded with sheer predator desire as he broke the cage on his own inner monster. There was none of the gentlemanly facade left now; he had lost himself to his true vicious nature.

The thought alone made her shudder in excitement as she upped her game and began to run faster, darting into the study, knocking over a vase in the process and climbing the ladders to the balcony above to gain the high ground from him. gripping the rail, she watched like a hawk from above as he joined her in the room, a hungry smile coming to his face as glee entered his eyes.

"The high ground? But your plan is flawed my love"

She snarled in warning as he began to advance upon the ladder, aiming to join her above. He had her cornered, how had she been so naive to think that the high ground could gain her an advantage when there was a method for him to reach it also. Damn it, she should have chosen the kitchen and grabbed a weapon!

"What will you do little Omega? I can all but taste your scent, crisp and clean... Like fresh fallen snow on a winters morn... Just waiting to be tainted"

His words ended with a lustful groan as he reached the top and began to move closer, eying her as she weighed up the options in her addled mind. Nothing felt clear, the desire to let him win and receive the antidote for the heat that consumed her weighed heavy on her mind whilst the desire to fight, to continue their violent game a little longer forced her to look towards the balcony for salvation.

"You can't taint... What's already tainted"

With her words she gripped the ledge and jumped over, doing her best to land safely before fleeing from the room, not before flicking the bird at him with a sassy smirk and clouded eyes. The night was still young and the fun had only just begun.

Hannibal snarled as he watched her run, he should have expected such a dangerous move to be taken as he descended the balcony also and continued to give chase, he had been too caught up in the thought that he had won so soon, he should have known that as her memories were returning, so would certain attributes of her personality. She'd sooner break her ankle than lose the game so soon.

"You cannot run from me for all your heat little Omega. Eventually, I will catch you"

His words were met with a chilling silence, no retort or sound of footprints against the floor. She was hiding, and only her scent was left to guide him as he took a long sniff at the air and began to edge closer to her final destination. His private study, away from the prying eyes of jack whenever he came to visit.

'_**I took the notes of past excursions**__**  
**__**And I read them through once more**__**  
**__**Only to find them all diversions**__**  
**__**From the one true love in store**_

_**The chariots rise**__**  
**__**Up high in the sky**__**  
**__**What a fool am I**__**  
**__**To fall so in love**__**  
**__**What a wonderful dream**__**  
**__**It seems to be**__**  
**__**'Cause I love him'**__**  
**_

* * *

She shouldn't have chosen this room. His scent alone danced within this space and goaded her with memories that were too blurred, memories of the dreams that had haunted her when she had been in the coma world and ghosts of lust filled voices as they spoke heated words of passion. She needed to escape but it was too late as she searched for either a place to hide or something to defend herself with. Nothing.

"Shit"

Her eyes darted from left to right before something caught her attention upon the ornate desk that stood at the head of the room, a scrap book it seemed on closer inspection. Bound with black leather, it seemed pretty ordinary as she picked it up and tried to focus even slightly upon it. Despite it's plain appearance, she felt drawn too it like a moth to a flame as she began to flick through the first few pages before slamming it back down and spinning to the door, Hannibal smiling hungrily once more as he rushed her and succeeded in knocking her down.

His lips curled into a feral smile as his eyes drank in the sight of the heat-maddened Omega beneath him, nails clawing at his arms and drawing blood as she fought to break free from his grip, teeth bearing as she hissed out incoherent threats in a mix of English and French as she struggled against him and her own mind. She had always been beautiful in his mind, but in this moment she was simply divine. Savage and out of control, showing signs of the beast that lived within her soul.

"Mine"

His words were just short of a snarl, dripping with possession before crashing his lips against her own, groaning as her hands began to tear the flesh further up his arms, clawing into his back before settling into his hair, her mind finally admitting defeat and pulling him closer with all the strength she could muster. As much as he loved the foreplay, it was this that he truly adored about her heat. Just because she would accept their mating didn't mean that she would stop fighting. It would be rough, vicious and easily leave them both with bruises as a reminder of their love. It was brutal, and neither would ever have wanted to change it.

The need for words no longer existed between them as hands began to tear at clothing, teeth marking freshly revealed skin and a mantra of moans and lustful growls filled the air around them that hung thick with their arousal. Felicia felt as if she had entered a twisted form of heaven that belonged only to the two of them, her addled brain only registering the blissful shots of pleasure that coursed through her spine with every rake of his nails across her skin, every bite mark that he lay against her. It was perfection in this moment of heat induced delirium.

_'We're home'_

The distorted voice seared across the back of her mind as she felt his teeth sink harshly into the side of her throat, a guttural moan of utter bliss breaking past her lips before forcing him to look her in the eye, her mind clearing for the briefest of moments as she uttered the words he hadn't quite realised he was so desperate to hear.

"Make me yours again"

His roar of delight echoed across the house as he tore the remnants of their clothes away, pushing into her completely with a single thrust. Head thrown backwards, back arched high as she screamed at the force of his movements, spikes of pleasure shooting through every cell of her body, the final restraints within her mind, the last chains keeping her own beast chained finally snapped and a madness leaked into her eyes as she met the eyes of her mate.

Nails and teeth met flesh with a new fever as fresh blood began to well from the wounds they inflicted upon each other, a pain that both needed to remind them that, once this was all over and the heat no longer captivated them both, they still had each other and no one else could ever quite fulfil their needs like they could.

His thrusts were harsh and unforgiving, everything she needed as she met him in this primal dance of desire, their hips slamming together as his hand clawed at a leg and left the prints of his fingers against her skin there also. They wouldn't last long in this first round, he knew that, too long having been without each other's carnal temptations, but they would have more time to reacquaint themselves he thought as his knot began to swell and he sunk his teeth a final time this round into the flesh of her throat, imprinting the symbol of their mating deep within her flesh, where it would stay for the rest of their natural lives if fortune would permit it.

Her pleasured screams echoed throughout the house as she met his climax with her own, muscles tightening around his knot as it began to grow and stretch her, locking itself securely within as the pair took deep intakes of breath to calm their breathing, eyes locking a final time, both knowing that this was far from over.

***4 days later***

Mottled with bruises on both bodies, teeth marks an angry red against both milky white and lightly tanned skin as she slowly came back to her senses, sleep addling her brain as she breathed a sigh of relief at having passed through her heat. A hand ran gently across her flesh, mapping each and every mark he had placed upon her, his claim to her just as her marks upon his own flesh were her claim upon him. Against the deep royal blue of his satin bed sheets, she looked like a broken angel, tainted by the devil within his soul and ruined, never to return to heaven, forever to remain by his side. If only the devil and known his angel had fallen of her own accord, that it would be her that had captured him in her blood soaked clutches.

She groaned as he lowered his lips to a particular bruise upon the centre of her back, cherishing it and repenting for it at the same time as she turned slightly to look at him with confusion.

"Hannibal?... Is it over?"

She sounded weary, her now conscious mind seeming to register their activities and aching in accord as forced herself to turn fully and face him, casting a quick glance between them both.

"Yes my love, it is over. Do you feel well? You have been sleeping for a few hours and I was able to clean your wounds and dress them appropriately"

Warmth began to rise within her chest as she looked at the man next to her, seeming to see him in a new light. She couldn't say that she would ever change her behaviour, that she would stop her revenge tactics whenever he upset her, she just wouldn't be herself anymore. But, as she looked at him and realised that the light within his eyes was concern for her and her alone, she began to realise the most important thing of all that she had forgotten.

"You really do love me... I guess I forgot what that felt like with everything that has happened"

And, if she was going to be honest with herself, pushing aside all their petty fights and fall outs, she loved him too. This man, who was broken on so many levels, who had fixed himself and recreated a nightmare, her nightmare, loved her like he would never love again. He smiled softly at her words, running a gentle hand through her hair.

"It has taken you long enough to realise. I don't expect miracles and I would never ask you to change. As your memories return, you may understand why, but for now, this is enough just to know you are with me, in our own twisted version of love"

"Still a better love story than twilight"

'_**Though I have waited long**__**  
**__**And they have all been wrong**__**  
**__**Now I find in the end**__**  
**__**With him I need not pretend**_

_**The chariots**__**  
**__**They rise up high in the sky**__**  
**__**What a fool am I**__**  
**__**To fall so in love**__**  
**__**What a wonderful dream**__**  
**__**It seems to be**__**  
**__**'Cause I love him**_

_**'Cause I love him'**_

* * *

**Hey guys, I finally got my laptop back from repairs and I was able to get this chapter finished. Hope you all enjoyed the latest update, let me know your opinions on it so that Ii can continue to improve. The next chapter will be focused around Will and Sera, with a new flashback to clear the mist for the girls a little further. **

**Thanks for reading guys,**

**Thecrimsondagger x**


	18. Chapter 18

_The apartment felt empty and cold as Sera stared out of the rain spattered window, worry etched upon her mind and face as she searched the streets outside for any sign of her sister._

_After nearly three years since Dunhill's death by their hands, Felicia had seemed to grow gradually more and more detached from the world around her, insisting upon the use of perfumes to mask the scent of both their true gender, giving the illusion of low grade Alpha females rather than that of two high level Omega, she rarely spoke to anyone other than Sera anymore unless she really needed too, refusing the friendship of any of her fellow psychology degree students in favour of her books and disappearing for hours on end each night after classes each night._

_It was worrying, she didn't want to admit it but something was desperately wrong and Sera couldn't seem to get the truth from Felicia no matter how many times she would ask, the only reply being a simple 'it's nothing' as a maddening gleam entered the blonde Omega's eye. Maddening, and dangerous to boot._

_Tonight was one of those nights. Six hours after she should have been home, Felicia was nowhere in sight. Sera sighed as she turned and picked her coat up from the sofa, intent on finding the other and getting some answers._

_Shivering as the night air hit her face, she pulled her coat tight around her and began the search. Didn't she have enough to worry about? With her own degree course weighing on her mind, forensic science wasn't exactly something to be taken lightly or considered after a poor night's sleep, she really didn't need Felicia playing silly buggers with her. It sure as hell didn't help either that, if the papers were anything to go by, there was a killer loose on the streets._

"_It's going to be a long night again"_

* * *

_**Flick. Flick. Flick**_

Sera felt herself tense for a moment as she snapped from the memory, the lighter in her hand as she continued to flick the flint and watch as the flame died each time the only thing stopping her from flipping out in this moment. It probably should have worried her that the presence of the flame eased her fraying nerves slightly but, in all honesty, she couldn't have given anymore of a damn at that point.

It had been four days since the dinner party. Four damned days since her sister had gone into heat and, more than likely, succumbed to her baser needs for the cannibal that she shared living space with. Damn it! Didn't the woman have any consideration for her sanity? She could have at least stolen Hannibal's phone again to let Sera know she was alive and well.

"Sera, please, put the lighter down... You're making me nervous"

Will was sat at the other end of the living room, Wilson by his side as he petted the dogs head gently, his own method for calming his nerves beside the activity that Hannibal had introduced him too. He could feel the stress rolling from his Omega, feel her tension as she sent a sharp gaze towards him and all but threw the lighter away from her.

"What the hell am I supposed to do Will? Not a word from either of them! Hannibal usually has some dicky message to share or, knowing Felicia, has had his phone stolen to share the news! Nothing! Not a word!"

She was up on her feet as she continued her rant, pacing along the room as new and rapidly more horrifying images came to her mind. Wilson whined in shared distress as Will desperately thought of some way to calm Sera. Subconsciously, his scent began to reach out towards her, fresh pine and wild flowers reaching towards her as she began to slow in her movements, inhaling deeply as her mind provided her own scent to the mixture.

Unlike Hannibal and Felicia, with their combined scent of winter, Will and Sera mixed to make a perfect summers night, a warm fire burning amidst the pines to fight the small chill of the evening as fireflies and crickets created their music in the air. It was warmth, it was peaceful. Everything Sera could have dreamed of and more.

She relaxed slightly, subconsciously moving closer to Will and taking a seat beside him, resting her head against his shoulder as she swiped a weary hand across her own face. She really didn't need all of this worry on top of everything else. The flashbacks were starting to seep into her waking hours, she couldn't be one hundred percent certain that Felicia had realised the reality of their situation and now the other had gone AWOL on her.

Will smiled slightly at the small amount of intimacy between them as he placed a gentle kiss against the top of Sera's head.

"You always worry too much about her... You should know by now that if there's one thing Felicia can do, it's look after herself. Stop fretting, Hannibal wouldn't dream of hurting her no matter how much she pushes him, just like he wouldn't hurt either you or me"

Such a shame the same couldn't be said for the rest of humanity in Hannibal's eyes. The man really needed to improve his social graces in that aspect. Sera sighed heavily with a slight nod in agreement.

"I guess... Maybe I'm just worried that she hasn't remembered anything yet and still thinks she's stuck in a coma dream so isn't taking anything seriously. She didn't mention anything to me when we met up before the dinner party"

As she spoke, Will's cell phone buzzed within his pocket, catching the young Omega's attention as her eyes lit up with a small amount of hope as it buzzed a second time. Pulling it out of his pocket, her optimism was dashed to the rocks as Jacks name popped up as a text message.

'_Another murder. Copycat or Alabama Arsonist, can't be sure. Have messaged Hannibal also. Get your ass to the lab now'_

Although Sera couldn't quite understand it, a rage was ignited within the back of her mind, possessive and strong as the voice that resided there snarled threats and insults. What reason could she possibly have to feel anger or possession over this murder? In her own mind, she just couldn't put the pieces of the puzzle together.

* * *

_She must have been walking the streets for an hour, always sticking to the busy areas to avoid being alone in the dark. The wind was growing harsher, a sharp chill running through her flesh as she came to a halt beside a block of offices._

"_Where is she?"_

_She was starting to feel worried, horrific images playing across her over active imagination as she remembered the news reports of a killer roaming the streets of the city. What if Felicia had run into him on her way home this time? She shivered at the thought and prepared to continue her search, aiming to visit the bar that she had occasionally found the other drinking in some nights, always sat alone in the corner._

_However, she was stopped in her motions as groaning came from the alleyway beside her, pained and fleeting as something forced her feet to move closer to the noise, blood freezing in her veins as the sight of a body, the life force ebbing from him as another stood above their victim. Blonde hair flicked outward with the wind as Sera's breath hitched in her throat, noticing the syringe that was held in the small, latex gloved hand as the murderer turned to meet her eye, ocean blue meeting Sera's own fear filled orbs._

"_...Felicia..."_


	19. Chapter 19

Fingers danced along the column of her spine, talented and experienced as they sent chills of bliss along her flesh and caused goose bumps to spring up in their wake. There was a shyness within her that she knew she should have expressed as the firm body beside her own moved a little closer, but she couldn't bring herself to do so as they flipped through the leather bound photo album, listening casually as he explained certain ones and laughing every so often at others.

"It's strange. When I woke up from the coma without any memory of you to rely on, I never thought we'd end up like this... It's nice, I like it"

Hannibal smiled slightly, the only genuine smile he knew really how to give and only in the presence of a few select others. Running his hand through Felicia's blond tresses, working out the knots that had formed in her sleep, he couldn't help but agree more. He liked this too.

"All it took was time. You have not remembered everything yet, but it will come. For now, let us just enjoy this"

She nodded, flipping the page of the book once more and nearly dropping her jaw at the photo that caught her attention, pointing her finger at it like it had just mortally offended her.

"What the hell is that!?"

The photo in question would have been hilarious if not for the sinister presence in the background. It was of herself and Sera, a casual if not slightly menacing smile upon her lips as Sera looked to be having a fit as she faced away from the camera towards a horrifying clown in the background, waving at the raven and smiling menacingly just like Felicia seemed to be doing.

"Ah, I forgot that I had taken this one"

"That doesn't explain OR justify why IT is in a photo with me and my sister, who happens to be terrified of clowns!"

Hannibal let a low chuckle pass his lips, sending a shiver across her spine as he looked at the photo fondly before speaking.

"Sera always had a terrible habit of playing pranks on me every April fool's day. No matter where I am, she manages to get me. And never on a small scale either. This one particular year, I realised that pay back was due with interest and so I hired a clown to follow her for the entire day, not to make contact or get too close, just to stay in vision at all times if possible whilst every other person involved pretended that they couldn't see it... You were fully against the idea to begin with but then remembered the number of times that she had played her jokes on you also"

Felicia's eyes widened at his words, shocked to the core as she looked at him with a renewed perspective. Handsome, sinister, murderous, cannibalistic, intelligent and now, a bit of a joker to boot. That had been the last thing she was expecting as she flipped the page once more and shook her head laughing.

"I might need to relive that one memory next time she yanks our chain for fun"

There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she returned her attention completely back to the photo album as Hannibal returned to explaining each of the photos that caught her interest. He was so close to having the true Felicia back, so close to having his ice queen of death return to him once more. Just a few more of the right memories and everything would be perfect once more.

Their comfortable bliss was broken however as Hannibal's cell phone began to buzz on the bedside table, Jack's ID showing that the message was definitely not one that could be ignored.

'_Hey Doctor, there's been another murder. We don't know whether it's a copycat or the Alabama Arsonist. I have messaged Will but we could really use your help here to ground him. Sera's tagging along so you should bring Felicia. They might be able to help in some way'_

Felicia felt her eye twitch slightly, what the hell did Jack think she and Sera were? Children that couldn't be left alone! To hell with it, at least she'd see Sera. Maybe her sister could help explain why she felt a sudden build up of annoyance at the idea of a copycat committing the same murders as these 'Alabama Arsonists'? Because she really couldn't understand why it would tick her off this much.

"Guess we'd better get dressed and go then. Shame really, I was enjoying naked chill out time"

* * *

"_...Felicia..."_

_She turned to face the trembling voice behind her, heart sinking slightly when she confirmed that it was Sera that had stumbled across her. Anyone else, she would have happily just dispatched of to cover her crime, but not Sera. She was the only person in the world that Felicia could ever care for._

"_What are you doing here Sera... I told you I'd be home late tonight"_

"_I was worried about you, with the reports of a serial killer on the loose, so I came to look for you. I never thought that the murderer might have actually been you"_

_Their eyes met, gazing into the other as Felicia registered the mix of emotions upon her sisters face. Pain, sadness, anger and, most shocking of all, forgiveness. She couldn't understand it, Sera should have been running for her life to nearest police station, ready to hand in her sister that had taken the final step into darkness._

"_I should have known something like this would happen eventually. Ever since Dunhill, I knew there was a madness still left in you. Just tell me why you do it, that's all I'm asking for"_

_The blonde frowned, looking down at the dying Alpha at her feet as the chemical continued to work its magic on him, freezing the blood in his veins and forcing the last breath from his blue tinged lips before scowling and baring her teeth at him. She didn't know which of them was the bigger monster anymore, her for concocting the method of her murder technique, or him for his own crimes against his fellow beings._

"_Why did I do it? Simple, he's just like Dunhill. He goes out most nights, drinks himself into a stupor and then goes home to beat ten tons of shit out of his Omega. I've been following him for weeks, waiting till his mate had a solid alibi for protection before following him down this alley from his favourite drinking hole and sticking him with my needle. His freezing to death from the inside out"_

_Sera shuddered at the thought, fixing her eyes on the dying alpha. What was she meant to do? Report her sister and lose the only person that she really had in her life, or keep quiet and hope for the best? She took a deep breath as she came to her conclusion._

"_We keep this between us, you never let this leak into our public lives and you make sure you take all the precautions you need too to make sure you don't get caught. Got that?"_

_Felicia nodded as Sera turned her back on her sister and made her way home, leaving the other to finish her crime and clean up the evidence. After all, she was no better than Felicia. Dunhill's death had sealed her fate as a murderer years ago._


	20. Chapter 20

The scent of smoke still hung fresh in the air, thick and suffocating as she took a deep breath, the embers still glowing vividly amongst the remnants of what had once been someone's home. She took a deep breath as they stepped from the car and began to move towards the crowd of detectives.

She couldn't suppress the warmth that crept up her spine at the familiar aroma, fighting hard to suppress the slight smile that the destructive scene brought to her lips. It felt so wrong to her morals and yet, so right to her soul as she caught a glimpse of her sister in the distance and began veering towards the other Omega. With the dreams that she had been having, there were some questions that Sera really needed to ask of the other.

"Hey there horn ball! Not gonna try to rip my head off today are you?"

Her joking comment was met with a vague smirk from Hannibal and small blush of embarrassment from Felicia as she flipped the bird at her sister.

"When you go into heat, remind me to ridicule you for having no control"

Sera sniggered to herself before turning to Hannibal, finger pointed accusingly as the Alpha's eye began to twitch slightly at her words. So rude and yet, he couldn't kill her. A true pity, he knew the perfect dish for her flesh.

"And you! Don't think I can't see the bite marks on her neck. Some bullshit scarf ain't hiding that shit from anyone!"

"Sera, I would request that you keep your voice down. I highly doubt that Felicia or myself want the entire forensic department knowing about our... quality time together"

"Too late for that Doc. Like Sera said, that scarf ain't hiding shit. I think even Manhatten can see that shining beacon of a mating bite"

The sound of Katz comment coursed Felicia's blush to intensify dramatically as Sera's laughter became hysterical, Hannibal and Will watching in disbelief as the Beta and Omega exchanged a high five and a quick 'Amen to that'.

"I hate you both"

"No you don't. You love me because our personal brand of crazy matches so well. Anyway, less about Felicia's vibrant sex life and more about the reason we're here, I smell murder in the air"

Katz scoffed slightly as she pulled out the notes that she'd taken before the two couples had arrived. She'd never quite understand how Sera could speak so cheerfully when stood in the middle of a crime scene. Perhaps it was just the ridiculous amounts of sugar she consumed on a regular basis. Will really needed to keep that in check.

"What we've summed up so far is pretty basic. We know that the victim was already dead when the house was set alight. We're waiting for confirmation of ID, but I've got a pretty strong feeling that we're looking at another abusive Alpha with a track record. Also, I highly doubt it's the real Alabama Arsonist we're looking at here, the poem is still missing"

Poem? Felicia felt a sudden jolt in her mind as words began to sing in her mind and a boiling anger began to well up within.

_'We are sugar_

_We are spice,_

_We are everywhere,_

_Fire and Ice._

_Ice to freeze the blood in your veins,_

_Fire to destroy and leave no remains'_

Sera felt panic through her heart at the sudden flicker of rage that crossed briefly through her sister's eyes before vanishing once more. She knew that this couldn't have been Felicia, but the recent flashbacks she'd been having left her feeling fear that perhaps, once all their memories had resurfaced, Felicia would return to the path she had once walked. But then, if it had only been Felicia committing such crimes, why did Sera feel the same seething rage at the idea of some amateur mimicking her sisters work? Was it simply a twisted form of pride?

"Leave it with me, clear the scene for a few minutes and let me do my work"

Will's own voice seemed forced as he felt the building panic within his mate. Had she remembered something and failed to tell him? What if she remembered her own part in the pair known as the Alabama Arsonists? He stepped away from the group as Katz quickly evacuated the area, leaving only Hannibal to watch on as he shut his eyes and began to focus on the area around him.

_I watch as the young woman drives away from the house, concealed in the bushes as the Alpha begins to stumble back into his house. Drunk, just as he has been most nights in the recent week that I have been observing him._

_He doesn't deserve to have an Omega in his life, he is evil. I have seen him through the window, laying his fist against her when he knows that she stands no chance of fighting back._

_I'll cleanse him from her life, free her from his torment. I move towards the house and carefully open the door, the sound of the television cancelling out any hint of my entrance. He's lounging on the Sofa with a half empty bottle of Whisky clasped weakly in his hand. Filth, he is nothing but filth and she deserves better. They taught me that, made me see that all Omega deserve better than anything less than perfect._

"_For her freedom"_

_My words are brief and the last thing he hears as I puncture his throat with my syringe, the clear fluid working its way through his system and slowly freezing him from the inside. My face is the last thing he sees before those eyes become glassy and I move to the final task of my night._

_I hope that they will see my work this time and answer my call, the elusive pair that taught me the truth. They have been quite for almost a year now, but still I will wait for my angels of death._

"_For you, my lovely Alabama Arsonists"_

Will snapped from his subconscious, his breathing shallow and desperate as he tried to push the thoughts from his mind before turning to Hannibal with panic in his eyes, not surprised to find that the other was staring at him with a grim look within those sanguine eyes.

"It would seem, dear Will, that we have an admirer to find"

Will shook his head in desperation, struggling to hide the emotions he was feeling as he caught a quick glimpse of his carefree mate in the distance

"It's not just admiration Hannibal. This was obsession, strong enough to be called madness... He's idolising the crimes of their past and trying to lure them out again"

Hannibal remained silent for a moment, stealing a brief glance towards where the two Omega were stood in the distance, seemingly caught up in their own conversation, before coming to his own conclusion. As much as he craved the day that his beloved would return to her true glory, it would not be at the hands of any other but himself.

"Then we shall have to find him first"

* * *

"Fliss?"

The pair sat away from the rest of the group, both watching intently as Will went about his work, seeming to mutter to himself as he retraced the steps of the crime.

What is it?"

"Have you remembered anything else recently?"

Felicia felt frozen at her sister's words, at the concern within her voice. Had she had the same flashback? Remember that Felicia had been nothing short of a cold blooded killer? She swallowed thickly, trying to compose herself before speaking in a lower voice to avoid any others hearing.

"I did... And it wasn't pretty. But I doubt it's ever pretty when you realise you've got multiple murders on your hands"

She swiped a hand down her face as she returned to watching the two Alphas, frowning more as she noticed that Hannibal was staring intently at them both before turning back to Will, a look of sheer panic upon the other Alphas face as they talked between themselves.

"But... Something doesn't feel right. Like we're still missing pieces to a much larger puzzle than what we want to admit... Something really doesn't feel right"

Sera hated to admit it, but she had to agree. There were still so many questions that needed to be answered. How had they come to meet their mates, an empathy and a serial killer? How had they become part of the team trying to hunt down some of the world's most notorious serial killers, Hannibal and her sister included. And finally, how had they been placed into a coma in the first place?

Sera sighed as she also swiped a weary hand across her face, thinking desperately for a way to lighten the suddenly tense air.

"Well... I guess that really does prove me right about you and Hannibal. Psychopaths really do attract other psychopaths"

The returning scowl upon her sisters face was enough to bring a small laugh to Sera's lips as she caught the muttered words 'smartass bitch' and turned back to watching Will and Hannibal. The thought that the mess they were in could only get worse was a daunting one, but she knew that it was the only way to truly move on now.

* * *

**Hey, So I've been away for quite a while, unfortunately the last number of months haven't been nice or pleasant ones and a lot of personal events have meant that I've not been in the right frame of mind to write any of my stories.**

**Thankfully, I seem to be getting in control of my life once more and seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Thank you so much for sticking by this story despite the lack of recent updates, I'm already working on the next update and I hope to have it up within the next week.**

**Again, thank you for your support and I hope that you enjoyed this update.**

**Crimsondagger xx**


	21. Chapter 21

The clicking of a pen, the smallest rustle of well-tailored cloth against high quality leather, the subtle flicker of sanguine eyes as her own darted around the room to avoid direct contact. This was becoming the worst day of her life.

"Now, dear Sera, I trust that you understand why you are here?"

Her eye twitched, almost too much like Felicia's own nervous tick, as she began to tap her fingers against the arm of her chair. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of voicing her discomfort, she would never submit to the Alpha known as Hannibal 'ass-hat' Lecter.

"Because Will can't take a hint when I say I'm fine?"

***Two days earlier***

She'd not spoken. Eyes staring out of the living room window to avoid meeting his own worried gaze as she seemed to hold the world upon her shoulders. If she refused to meet his gaze then he couldn't attempt his empathy upon her and, therefore, couldn't try to defuse the stress that seemed to be eating at her.

"Sera, if you don't talk to me then I can't help you. Something's been wrong since we got back from the crime scene this morning"

It had been from the moment she'd left Felicia; both Omega going their separate ways with a meaningful glance to each other before joining their respective Alpha's for the journey home. She wouldn't tell him what had been said between the two, wouldn't give any insight into what was bothering her and it irked him. He hated the feeling that he couldn't help her, couldn't fulfil the most basic Alpha duty and comfort his mate.

He just wanted his Sera back, the Omega that always wore a smile no matter how malicious it may have been and the happy young woman that always took no end of joy out of tormenting both Hannibal and Felicia in the knowledge that neither would ever harm her.

So far, this girl wasn't his Sera. She always seemed stuck in thought, a perplexed gleam in her eyes when away from her sister, like she was mulling over some information that she refused to share with him.

The thought hit him like a freight train to the skull as he mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it sooner. She'd mentioned nightmares in the past, muttered names in her sleep that rang an unpleasant bell in Will's own mind. How hadn't he realised it all sooner?

"Sera? How much have you remembered since leaving the hospital?"

Her eyes widened with panic, a sure sign that he was on the right track as he moved closer, seeing her fist clench slightly as he stood beside her and gently combed a hand through her dark locks. He'd always loved the feel of her hair, so soft to his touch and calming for his own chaotic mind. She was his greatest comfort in this world, the only one that made sense for him, he loved her more than words could say and seeing her anything less than her true glory was like a knife to his own heart.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just tired from this morning, that's all"

She still refused to meet his gaze, but Will didn't need eye contact to know that she was lying. Her voice held a small shake too it, her form tensing slightly before relaxing to the feel of his hand through her hair

"I have no idea what you mean sweetie"

Definitely hiding something. Will knew Sera too well before this point to believe the sudden honey coated tone she was using. He leaned back in his own armchair, rubbing his face in weariness as the only remaining option came into play.

"If you won't tell me, then I've got no other choice"

He pulled his mobile from his pocket, searching for the contact before placing the device to his ear. She had brought this upon herself.

"Hey, Morning Doc, look, I've got a favour to ask"

***Present time***

"My dear Sera, Will is simply worried for you"

"And this is helping how? If I'm not going to reveal my secrets to him then I sure as hell ain't shooting the breeze with you"

Hannibal frowned at the clear refusal of his aide. Sera had always been this way, unwilling to open up to anyone beyond her sister. It had taken a long time to get her to even open up to Will. So why had she chosen to shut down to the Alpha now? He leaned forward, observing the way her fingers would fidget, how her eyes would constantly flick towards the office door.

For a moment he smiled. If she would not speak to him willingly, if she would not confide in anyone beyond his own Omega mate, then he would wait for their secrets to cause them to slip.

"Very well, if you will not cooperate then I shall ask no further"

Sera clenched her fist, noticing the all too kind tone of his voice. He was attempting to play her. Not going to happen, but she knew a way around it, she simply had to speak with Felicia.

"Good, seems my stubbornness wins out once more… But would you mind if I sat with Felicia for a little while?"

He gestured with his hand for her to go straight ahead, watching as she stormed from the room and clearly ignored her own mate as she went in search of the other Omega.

"What the hell was that Hannibal?"

He didn't even turn to Will as he simply observed the seat she had previously occupied.

"I am simply leading them back too us. Patience, my good Will, we shall see them restored soon"

***With Felicia***

She frowned as Sera came barging into the kitchen, Felicia having been happily chilling with a steaming cup of coffee. The Omega looked positively livid as she sat opposite and slammed her fists down.

"Pour me a cup of that. Now. We need to talk"

"Have you remembered more?"

Felicia didn't hesitate as she prepared a fresh pot of coffee, watching as her sister continued to fidget and avoid eye contact.

"More than I was prepared for"

"I remembered that I'm a cold-blooded murderer, can't be much worse than that"

"Oh trust me, it can"


	22. Chapter 22

_Sera groaned as she wiped down the bar, there were only a few patrons left and she just wanted to shut up shop for the night and go home. Felicia was sat on the other side of the bar, psychology text book spread out in front of her and alpha hormone perfume shrouding her true nature as she simply smirked at her sister and looked up from the books._

_"Want me to help get the stragglers out?"_

_"No, it's fine. They won't be much longer anyway, I called last orders about twenty minutes ago"_

_Sera took a moment to survey the area once more, most of the drinkers were starting to gather their possessions, only one seemed to be dragging out his drink. Sera rolled her eyes, she really didn't need to be here any longer just because one punk ass, low level alpha didn't want to go home yet._

_"You should probably shoot off home Felicia; you have an exam in the morning and we both know your… Other activities have been keeping you up most nights this week. You need to be careful, the police will catch up with you if you don't slow it down a bit"_

_Felicia shrugged, not seeming to care for the consequences as Sera frowned. The blond might not have cared, but Sera did. She couldn't lose her sister; she couldn't be alone._

_"Why aren't you wearing your suppressant perfume tonight? You know how rough it can get for an omega in this part of town"_

_Felicia had stood up, collecting her books and necking the last of her drink before scanning a sceptical eye around the room, landing on the lowly alpha that still refused to finish his drink in a timely fashion._

_"It's fine. Tuesday nights are pretty slow so I find it helps to be an Omega to get the tips in a little better… Don't worry, I have pepper spray for emergencies"_

_"And a homicidal sister if someone tries anything"_

_Sera simply laughed as Felicia bid her farewell and made her way home, a silent promise on her lips that she wouldn't hunt for her next victim that night. _

_Over the next fifteen minutes, Sera counted at least five other people leaving the bar, smiling and waving at each as they left their tips and sent lecherous smiles her way, making her shiver in disgust. Hell would freeze over before she let any of these morons get their leg over her._

_"Your friend was pretty tense, guess some alpha's are just like that"_

_Sera simply shrugged at the sudden voice, knowing it was the low level alpha, noticing from the corner of her eye the empty beer glass he placed on the bar top as she continued to close down the bar._

_"My sister's just busy at the moment. Her final exam is coming up for her degree and a lot's riding on it. Anyone would be stressed with that on their plate"_

_It wasn't completely a lie. But what she wasn't about to say was that Felicia was stressed because of her murderous vigilante work against abusive alpha's._

_"Hey. You should look at an alpha when they're talking to you"_

_Raising a single eyebrow, Sera noted the suddenly aggressive tone he was using, turning to see that he had begun to move around behind the bar, standing dangerously close to her._

_"I'm afraid you need to leave now, the bar's closed and you're now trespassing"_

_She tried to sound professional over her encroaching sense of fear. Why had she sent Felicia home? She should have known something was dodgy about the asshole._

_The alpha snarled as he made a grab for Sera, hand gripping into her hair as he gave a painful twist and growled low in throat, satisfied at the slight whimper of pain that the Omega gave, his words making Sera shiver with a familiar sense of horror as he leaned even closer into her personal space, his hardened groin jabbing against her lower back._

_"Just shut up, and take it like a good little Omega… Never know, you might like having my knot in your cunt"_

_Just like Dunhill. Sera saw red at the realisation as he made to push her face down against the counter, free hand beginning to lift her skirt as her own hand scrabbled for anything to hit him with, not registering what the object was as she forced herself to turn enough in his grip to smash the weapon across his skull, realising that it had been a bottle of gin, relief flooding her as he fell back, clutching his skull as adrenaline took over and she thrust a shard of glass into the major artery in his throat._

_Staggering back, she watched as the blood spurted from the wound, his hand pressing weakly against the glass shard, only succeeding in pushing it in further as she began to panic, his eyes were glazing over. She needed to get hold of Felicia. Now. Pulling out her mobile and dialing the number, she never took her eyes off the alpha as his hands fell limp from his throat and he became motionless in the pool of his own blood. _

_"Miss me or something? I only left the bar like an hour ago"_

_"Felicia, you need to get back here… I need your help"_

_There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, a sigh the only thing that signalled the other omega was still on the line._

_"Give me twenty minutes, I'll be there"_

* * *

_Felicia knew she was sadistic. Knew that, somewhere in her head, something had seriously been wired wrong. And, as she re-entered the bar to find Sera curled into a ball in one of the booths, tears staining her cheeks as she stared into nothingness, trying to blank the corpse behind the bar, Felicia found that she only felt hatred towards the murdered alpha. How dare he try to rape her sister and think he could get away with it. Dumping her bag down, she began to pull out the tools of her secret trade, what she would need to make this bastard vanish forever._

_"You're lucky I love you Sera. It's bad enough my hands are already dripping with blood, but now yours too? If it were anyone else, I'd say not my circus, not my monkeys"_

_"Lucky me then… Do you really know what you're doing? I can't go to jail Fliss, I've only just been accepted onto my medical degree"_

_Felicia simply smiled as she pulled on her plastic suit and pulled the thick latex gloves onto her hands, beginning the process of destroying the evidence. She'd make this look like one of hers she thought as she injected the liquid into her system, feeling the weak pulse that Sera hadn't noticed begin to truly fade. _

_"Don't worry. I've got you on this. Remember, I promised that I'd protect you… I'd fight your battles for you"_

_Sera felt her tears spill as she remembered the promise in the school yard, amazed that Felicia remembered and actually planned to carry out those words. But there was a problem, something that worried her as she spoke with uncertainty._

_"Felicia… I don't think you can fight this one for me. I enjoyed it, now that the adrenaline has gone, knowing that it's me who caused his death, knowing that I did this in retaliation for what he did… I enjoyed murder"_

_Felicia froze for a moment. She'd dreamed of this, imagined the possibility that her sister would join her vigilante activities to bring down all the alphas that oppressed their mates. But could Sera really do it without feeling guilty?_

_"Sera, think about what you're saying before you imagine joining me… In this, we are not the same. I feel nothing for my victims, I do this for revenge, for myself, you and any whoever suffered at the hands of another"_

_"I know… But maybe we are the same. We went through hell together, we both suffered Dunhill and I'm tired of pretending like you're the only one who wants to take the war on abuse to the doorstep of the bastards who do it. We can do this together, we can do it properly and we can become nightmares to anyone who wants to cause harm to an Omega"_

_The passion in Sera's voice had shivers running up Felicia's spine, her fists clenching for a moment to reign in the excitement of this new prospect as she smiled fully now, flashing bright teeth like a wolf about to lunge for the kill._

_"If you're sure, then I won't say no… We've always been stronger together"_

_They both fell into silence then, Felicia finishing up her clean up and cover up as she began to think of how they could pull this off and Sera watching as she felt the rush of adrenaline take over once more, excitement like she had never known pumping through her veins. They would have blood. They would have revenge._

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"And that's what I remembered…. You ain't the only one with a taste for murder"

Sera had planted her head on the kitchen counter, not caring for the discomfort as Felicia swiped a weary hand over her face and gave a groan of irritation.

"You're shitting me. So we're both killers? Serial killers that worked together. Great, just fucking great. You throw Hannibal into this at a later date and we make one happy little fucking murder family"

This wasn't good, at the rate their memories were returning, they weren't going to be able to hide this from either Will or Hannibal for much longer. And Felicia got the strangest of feelings that her favourite cannibal had been aiming for that result all along.

"We need to keep this between us for now… We still don't remember how we met either Will or Hannibal, we need that puzzle piece before we can confront either of them with what we remembered. We don't even know if they know what we know. Does that make sense?"

"Amongst all the waffled bullshit and clear panic of revealing we're both bat shit crazy murderers; I think I got the hint: keep my trap shut till you say otherwise"

With a nod of confirmation, Felicia chose to focus completely back on her coffee, her mind processing what their next course of action would need to be once the final puzzle piece was found. However, as she looked at her sister from the corner of her eyes, she noticed the slight flush of Sera's cheeks, the vague dilation of her pupils and how she seemed to be taking irregular breaths. She recognised those symptoms from her own experience.

Sera was drawing close to her own heat.


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Hannibal, Drama, Romance