fandomtownies | the park | late morning | sunday

Taking advantage of the overcast day, Hannibal, pale as the winter snow and cloaked in black, took a seat on one of the benches. His movements were smooth, graceful and elegant. Almost too elegant for a man his size. But, that was neither here nor there. His dark sunglasses covered his eyes and yet, he kept his head downcast. Hannibal had learned that looking meek, looking non-threatening was the best way to get close to people.

Being out during the day was a risk, he knew ~~since he didn't have a fancy ring like Damon~~, but there were so many people to smell, to want and, if he was lucky, to eat. For now, though, he was just going to sit and enjoy the cool, crisp air. He was going to toss some bread at passing ducks and wonder how well they'd sustain him. Ducks were just small pickings though. There were bigger, better things to partake in.

And if there had been musical accompaniment when a small, devious smile pulled at the corners of Hannibal's mouth, it would definitely sound sinister.

[park post is open! this is about the only way i'll use ANY of hannibal's canon for awhile so yes, he's a vaaaampire. i haven't planned on him turning anyone (though he'll try with just about anyone) because TRAUMA but the drama of him attempting can be played up!]

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The mysterious, scruffy looking kid who'd recently taken up residence in the preserve happened by. He also was looking at the ducks with a hunter's eye.

With his sharper than normal hearing, Hannibal was able to hear the footsteps from far enough away that he wasn't surprised. He didn't look up and let whoever this was pass by.

He smelled differently and it wasn't anything Hannibal wanted to try.

Daniel (because Oz just didn't sound right for a soap opera werewolf) smelled something odd himself and couldn't help but look towards the man sitting on the bench.

Feeling eyes on him, Hannibal lifted his head briefly but said nothing. This one wasn't interesting, didn't smell fresh and sweet and was a waste of time. Yes, he'd deduced all that with a look. He was that good.

The ducks were a more viable use of his energy.

Ah but ~~Quentin~~ Daniel wasn't quite so easy to dismiss once his curiosity had been aroused.

Eyes narrowed, he altered his course to bring him closer to the odd smelling man.

~~Dark Shadows, the only soap opera I'm remotely familiar with. Unless you count Soap.~~

"Leave me alone, boy," Hannibal said, voice low and silky. "Run along and play with someone else. I'm already bored of you."

Daniel didn't come any closer, but he didn't leave either. He tilted his head in a somewhat canine kind of way at Hannibal.

"Well that's not very polite."

"You're boring," he said, not looking up and shaking his head. Amateurs. Now Hannibal knew why he didn't normally venture out. The creatures of low intelligence came out. "Goodbye."

And with that, Daniel was dismissed.

Well fine if that's the way they were going to play it.

"What are you?"

Werewolves could be tenacious little buggers.

"Good. Bye," Hannibal said and continued feeding the ducks, deciding that Daniel wasn't worth another look or word. He was done with him. Such terrible entertainment.

"I can't quite place the scent. But it's familiar somehow." This said as much to himself as to Hannibal.

And, as promised, Hannibal didn't answer or even acknowledge Daniel.

I've got my eye on you. Daniel thought.

"Whatever." he shrugged, and headed off. But he did have his eye on him.

After spending the evening brooding over his existence and then watching a little SNL--Blake Lively, you have no talent!--Wade returned to the scene of his latest slip of control.

He could never do this again. He was a changed man. He changed for love!

"You!"

At the sound of that familiar voice, Hannibal's head jerked up and he instantly was on his guard.

"So, it's you," he said, getting to his feet slowly. "Still using the face you've stolen from me, I see."

"It was my face first, you bastard," Wade hissed as only someone related to a goose or a snake could. Or liked the noise. Hissing was an art people. Duchess Zambazo would approve!

"I wear it better," Hannibal said, eyes darting down to Wade's neck and wondering if it would be weird to feed off someone who had his face. "You look old. Decrepit. Washed. Up."

"Never!" He was as young and virile as he'd always been. Ever since that fateful day in the wilds of Canada...

Those Mounties were vicious! He'd never forgive them!

"You're just a monster!"

"A monster?" Hannibal laughed smoothly and shook his head. "You always were weak with words, Wade. You can't be more creative than that. Besides, I seem to remember you liking what I could do once upon a time."

"I'm a changed man now! You don't know the first thing about me!" Other than all the stuff he knew before. But those weren't important!

"And you! What about your family, Hannibal. What about them?"

"What about them?" They were all dead. They'd been killed upon finding out what he really was. "They were all weak."

Hannibal took a step closer to Wade, eyes gleaming. "I could make you stronger."

(Due to contractual difficulties, the part of Wade Wilson will now be played by Morgan Freeman.)

He was weak--too weak to keep from feeding from that poor professional wrestler. Oh, what had he done?!

"You'll never get away with this!"

"Of course, I will," he said, hands closing around Wade's arms and smirking at how easy this was. "I've done it before. And I think you secretly like it."

Because there wasn't enough dramatic timing for him to break free and run away into traffic to fake his death in order to get his revenge upon Hannibal for trying to ruin his life.

"Noooooo!"

It was just a good thing that luck was on Wade's side today because at that precise moment, the sun peeked out, blinding and burning Hannibal's face. He hissed and shied away, fleeing to find some shade until the sun went away.

"This isn't the last you've heard of me!" he yelled as he fled. "I will have you!"

"Never!" Because that was meaningful dialogue. "One day, you will meet your end, Hannibal! One day! And I will be there for it!"

Jack had been out for a pleasant late-morning stroll when he decided to climb a tree for the fun of it.

And then he fell out of the tree, hit his head on a rock, and died.

the park | late morning | sunday | december 6

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