Creme Caramel

This is a short story I wrote for the VitaMN summer writing contest in 2014. It was actually chosen as a finalist. (It didn’t win, sadly.)
Title: Creme Caramel

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Hannibal and it’s characters belong to the Delaurentis company. No copyright infringement is intended.

Hello Will, I hope this letter finds you well. As well as one can be while recovering from an abdominal stab wound, in any case. I never wanted to hurt you. I hope you will come to see that in time even if you cannot right now. You have a rare gift, Will. Together we could have used it to its full potential. Instead, you tricked me. You lied to me. I saw Freddie Lounds’ latest report on and I know you didn’t kill her. You threw away any chance you had though. You were weak when I thought you would be strong. I myself am not without blame either. I let myself become clouded by emotion. I should have known you were not like me and could never be that way. I was a fool to put my trust in you. We live and we learn though, and I have definitely learned from this experience. Dr. Du Maurier once told me that I present myself wearing a “well tailored human suit” and that my true essence remains carefully hidden. I believe she may have been onto something there. I also believe it is time for that to change. I haven’t forgotten your betrayal,nor will I ever forget.

You were very rude, Will, and you know how I feel about rudeness. We will see each other again I am sure. I look forward to the day in fact and am planning for it. There were many loose ends left in Baltimore and I hate loose ends. Right now I am enjoying some much needed rest and relaxation. I hope you are able to do the same. Until we meet again. I remain, Hannibal Lecter MD

P.S. I was very pleased to hear that Jack Crawford and Alana Bloom survived their injuries. Despite finding them trying at times I did value their knowledge and found them most pleasant company.

P.P.S. My condolences on the death of Abigail Hobbes. I know how much she meant to you. I can’t deny that she was like a daughter to me as well. Perhaps it was for the best though.