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Dears Readers

I don't own the rights to Teen Wolf or Hannibal, but fandom has its own rules, right?
For a long time I've been pining for the idea of a crossover, a Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf with the world of Hannibal TV. This is my first story is published here, but I have experience with writing RP stories in my native language. I'm a bit stressed. I already decided with whom I ship my Stiles (of course with Derek). But Sterek is really so slowburn here because both Stiles and Derek are stubborn idiots! Anyway, Hannigram will sooner here <3 <3

Hannibal and Will also have their slowburn love. If you want to read smutty, well... you must arm yourself with patience.

I HAVE MY BETAREADER! THANK YOU SO MUCH @fairycub_bear

Kiss you😘

Yashima

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Chapter 1

Return to the FBI Internship

Stiles knew that he couldn't stay in Beacon Hills any longer. Firstly, he was so damn jealous when he had to see his Derek leave with Braeden. This really pissed him off. He still loved that stupid sourwolf, but Derek didn't feel the same about Stiles. This is fine, Stiles had a tendency to fall in love with people who didn't reciprocate it. He did the same thing with Lydia. Stupid ten years. But rejection didn’t hurt as bad as it did this time. He couldn't breathe in the same air as Braeden.
Secondly, his brother from another mother, his best friend Scott, has been pissed at him. To be honest, Stiles and Scott didn't get along anymore. Maybe it's fine, people change. Stiles has changed a lot.

After all, he didn't leave without saying goodbye to those closest to him. He met up with Lydia, and told her why he’s leaving. Their relationship is healthy. A year ago, he told her that his love for her was platonic. He expected to be slapped, but it never happened. Lydia agreed that she was on the same page as him. From here on they became wonderful friends. That is why, both of them, didn't want to talk about what had happened during the fight with Monroe. And Lydia understood why Stiles needed a new start.
On the other hand, his dad wasn't happy about that idea of him leaving. He was disappointed that his son was going to leave Beacon Hills, but he couldn't stop him. Noah will always be supporting his son, no matter what path Stiles chooses. As long as it's legal, the Sheriff won't have any objections.

***

Before departure, Stiles texted the Pack, letting them know he had returned to the FBI internship. He also mentioned, in general, that he was done with supernatural nonsense and was leaving it all behind. Then, he turned off his phone. 
While on the plane, he took a nap, but unfortunately, it turned into a nightmare. Lately, nightmares had become a common occurrence for him. Despite this, he hoped he hadn’t screamed or accidentally hit someone while asleep. In his dream, he relived the night he and the Pack fought Monroe's army. But in the dream, they lost. They all died—because, in this alternate version of events, Stiles hadn’t done what he actually did that night. 
That action, the thing he did to ensure their victory, was the reason Scott hated him now. It was ironic—Scott, the True Alpha, still hadn’t learned from his ordeal with Theo. Yet it was Stiles who bore the greater burden because he had been the one to take action. And worse, Stiles didn’t feel as guilty as he thought he should. When he killed Donovan, the guilt had eaten him alive. But this time? Nothing. 

The Nogitsune hadn’t just left Stiles with PTSD and sleepless nights—it had also imbued him with some form of dark magic, amplifying his Spark. It wasn’t just a Spark anymore; it was like a flame coursing through his veins. Maybe that’s what scared Scott. Who knows? Either way, it didn’t matter. Dark magic or not, Stiles had left the supernatural world behind because, in the end, he was still human. His teeth wouldn’t suddenly turn into fangs, his nails wouldn’t become claws, and he wouldn’t go on a murderous rampage. His magic was completely under control.
As the sun began to rise, Stiles's plane landed. Ignoring the jet lag entirely, he decided to head straight to the FBI Academy without taking a day off. Stiles never made good decisions. He had already been absent for weeks because he’d gone to find and save Derek. Ironically, when he found him, Derek ended up saving him instead. Pathetic. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And eventually, they returned to Beacon Hills to help the Pack. Long story.

Fucking Sour Wolf

After dropping his suitcases on the floor, Stiles took a quick shower, put on his FBI uniform, grabbed his ID, and ran to the academy. He quickly realized it was a terrible idea. The noise was overwhelming, his head ached, and all he wanted was to collapse into a warm bed. But he had to focus. This wasn’t high school. He couldn’t fall asleep in class here. He was Matured Mieczyslaw “Stiles” Stilinski, wasn’t he?

His next lesson was in criminalistics, taught by the famous—and creepy—Professor William Graham. Stiles had heard odd rumours about him. When Graham entered the lecture hall, Stiles studied him closely. His messy hair and ugly jumper made him look scruffy, almost dishevelled. Stiles was taken aback—he was usually the one accused of not knowing how to dress. 
Graham’s outfit was chaotic: worn-out pants, glasses, and a grumpy demeanor. It was almost a shame Stiles couldn’t snap a picture to send to Lydia as proof of what “passé” really looked like. And yet, despite the awful fashion sense, Stiles found the professor weirdly handsome. Graham had a beard—and, as fate would have it, Stiles had a thing for beards. Irony. He stealthily typed the professor's name into Google, and it revealed that he lived in Wolf Trap.

Oh fuck, seriously? Wolf Trap? Is he another werewolf? No way! I’m done with them! —he thought.

Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, he tried to focus on the lecture. Graham’s material was fascinating, but his delivery? Painful. The professor avoided eye contact, didn’t engage with the class, and seemed like he wouldn’t notice—or care—whether the room was full or empty. Graham was clearly a brilliant researcher, but he was a terrible teacher.
Stiles bit his tongue to keep from blurting out his thoughts. His ADHD made him prone to saying things aloud without realizing it. Instead, he scribbled down notes and wished for the lecture to end so he could finally get some sleep. The nap on the plane didn’t count as rest—if anything, it made him more tired. Stiles wasn’t a teenager anymore. He couldn’t pull all-nighters and shrug them off the next day.

When the lecture was over, Stiles returned to his flat, reheated some leftover food in the microwave, then promptly forgot about it. He had collapsed onto his bed, still in his clothes, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
He was exhausted.

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Chapter 2

Wolf Trap... crap

Obviously, the food (that he had put in the microwave before dozing off) was now spoiled. What a pity. He glanced at his phone, still set to silent mode. Lydia had texted, asking if he had arrived safely. And, of course, there were four missed calls from his dad.

Stiles was grateful for his dad's unwavering support. His dad had done everything to protect him—even going so far as to destroy all evidence suggesting Stiles was a serial killer, cleaning up the chaos caused by the Nogitsune who had possessed Stiles’s body. He had also provided an alibi when Stiles vanished during FBI training (because Stiles had been busy hunting down Derek’s wolf ass) and had helped him deal with the aftermath of the battle against Monroe's gang.

Undoubtedly, without his dad’s help, Stiles might not have made it back into the FBI.

He texted to his father:

I'm sorry, I slept through jet lag😅. Everything is fine.

I love you, Dad😘. Please take care of yourself!

Next, replied to Lydia:

I arrived safely. I have to tell you something!

You won’t believe it, but yesterday, when I went to the FBI School,

I met a young professor—probably around Derek’s age—grumpy like him,

and… just as handsome as our Sourwolf.

But get this: he dresses so dowdy! 😂

If you saw him, my girl,

I swear you’d call me a fashion icon. No joke! 😎

He glanced at his watch and realized that his friend and his dad were in different time zones. Maybe he should text her later. His dad might be working a night shift, and Lydia was probably asleep already. If he was right, she’d be pissed if he woke her up.

Lydia was studying in London now. It was fine because Jackson lived there with her, so she wasn’t alone in a foreign country. The Pack had scattered across the globe. Kira had left the Pack and stayed in Japan, where she found her kitsune true mate. Cora returned to the Argentine Pack. Peter—well, Peter was Peter. Who the hell knew where he was?

Scott, the True Alpha, had started vet school near Beacon Hills, and his girlfriend, Malia, didn’t want to study or leave her hometown. Derek stayed in Beacon Hills too. He was Scott’s beta and his right-hand man. Theo and Liam, also Scott’s betas, were in a complicated relationship but had both graduated high school.

New members had joined the McCall Pack, but Stiles didn’t know any of them. That was the main reason he was no longer part of Scott’s Pack. His Pack didn’t exist anymore.

A sudden ding from his phone snapped him out of his reverie.

What might be worse than your flannel shirts? 😝

Stiles smiled at the screen and typed back immediately:

Let's think... hmm... an ugly wool sweater?

Don't disrespect my flannel shirts, please. 😠

I have a special connection to them...

And by the way, you like my flannel shirts!

While cooking (because he was starving beyond belief), Stiles couldn’t stop thinking about Will Graham. Something was definitely off about the guy. He was... weird . Really weird. Driven by his curiosity, Stiles started digging around online and stumbled upon some interesting titbits.

In a Facebook group made by the FBI interns, he found a treasure trove of gossip about their enigmatic professor. Most comments weren’t exactly glowing. People described Will Graham as a total introvert, someone who hated social interactions and fiercely guarded his privacy. Apparently, he didn’t even have a Facebook account.

One post, however, caught Stiles' attention: someone had leaked Graham’s address. The guy lived way off the grid, practically in the middle of a forest. Stiles couldn’t shake the growing suspicion—what if Will wasn’t just a recluse? What if he was a werewolf ? And what about his pack of dogs? Could they actually be wolves?

The more Stiles thought about it, the more determined he became to investigate. Sure, it was risky—getting caught stalking his professor wasn’t exactly going to look good, especially with the FBI involved. But Stiles was nothing if not a daredevil.

It was the perfect plan. He’d head to Graham’s place on the night of the full moon, stake out the forest, and see if Will transformed or did anything remotely wolf-like. But there was one tiny problem: mobility. Stiles didn’t have Roscoe, his beloved jeep, with him. That meant he had to find another way to get to the Wolf Trap, so the other option is borrowing a car from someone… or stealing one .

After a lot of pleading and a bit of embellishing, Stiles managed to borrow a car from his friend Dylan. He spun a story about needing to pick up his girlfriend from the airport and not wanting to pay for a cab. Fortunately, Dylan wasn’t a werewolf and couldn’t tell Stiles was lying through his teeth.

With a car secured and his plan in place, Stiles was ready. Now all he had to do was wait for nightfall and hope that he didn’t end up on the wrong side of Will Graham—or a wolf pack.

***

As dusk approached, Stiles borrowed a car and drove to Wolf Trap. Once he neared Graham's secluded house, he parked far away, not wanting the sound of the engine to alert Graham—or his wolves, if they really existed.

The house lights were on, casting a warm glow in the encroaching darkness. Two dogs sat on the porch, their watchful eyes scanning the surroundings. Stiles squinted. Those are definitely dogs. Small, non-threatening, and far from the wild wolves he’d imagined.

Why the hell am I even here? Stiles thought, rubbing the back of his neck. This whole plan seemed ridiculous now. Maybe he did need to see someone about his paranoia.

Still, he crept between the trees, inching closer to the house, his curiosity battling his better judgment. Suddenly, his foot landed on a dry branch, and the loud crack echoed through the quiet night. The dogs' ears perked up immediately. They started barking furiously, their noise triggering a chain reaction as other dogs inside the house joined the alarm.

And then, the worst happened.

The front door swung open.

A pack of barking dogs bolted out, charging toward him. Well, so much for stalking Will Graham unnoticed , Stiles thought grimly.

He turned to retreat, but as he did, his foot caught on an oak root jutting out of the ground. With a yelp, he went sprawling face-first into the dirt.

Damn trees! he hissed to himself, scrambling to his hands and knees. The barking grew louder—closer—and now he could hear heavy, deliberate footsteps. Human footsteps.

As Stiles staggered to his feet, he froze. A gun barrel was aimed directly at his forehead.

Stiles, how many times have you had a gun pointed at you? he thought dryly. Once, twice, three times... actually, I’ve lost count. This is starting to get boring. – he joked to himself

Despite the fear prickling at his skin, Stiles couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Great plan, Stilinski. Just great.”

"Who are you, and why are you stalking my house?" Will Graham demanded, his tone cold and deadly serious. The gun stayed trained on Stiles, steady and unwavering.

Stiles raised his hands higher, forcing a nervous smile. "Hey, whoa, hold your horses—or dogs, in this case—dude," he stammered. "I mean no harm, I swear. Please don't kill me!"

Will’s expression didn’t change, so Stiles continued, his voice strained with stress. "I'm Stiles. Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Your student from the FBI... you know? Uh, yeah, so… funny story—I kinda got lost in this dark forest," he said with a weak laugh, taking slow, cautious steps out of the tree line and into the moonlight.

His hands stayed high as the pale light illuminated his face. He kept his eyes on Will, scanning for any sign—glowing eyes, claws, fangs—anything that might confirm his werewolf theory.

But none of that happened.

Will stood there, gun still aimed, looking nothing but pissed. His eyes didn’t glow, his hands stayed human, and there were no sudden howls or transformations. The moon hung full and bright above them, its light casting stark shadows, but it was clear: nothing supernatural was occurring.

Stiles felt his theory crumbling. Either Will Graham had god-tier control over his inner wolf… or, more likely, he was NOT a werewolf at all.

To be honest, Stiles was starting to think the latter was true. Instead of a supernatural creature, he seemed to be facing a very human guy instead… a VERY PISSED human.

Stiles sighed internally. Great job, Stilinski. Way to make a stellar first impression.

Well done, Stiles. Really, top-tier work. You can be very proud of yourself. You screwed up—again! he scolded himself silently

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Chapter 3

Beginnings are difficult

Stiles put on his innocent face. He didn’t lower his hands, knowing that Graham was analysing him, since he still kept the gun pointed at Stiles.

"Fine, fine. I’ll tell you the truth, OK? Have you heard the rumours that this forest is cursed? It's crazy because you live here, dude! In my opinion, this forest is creepy but also awesome! Although, I personally know some people... weirder than you. I know, I’m babbling now, right? You know, I have ADHD, and when I’m stressed, I start talking about useless stuff. Well, I bet my friends that I would spend the whole night in this forest when it was a full moon." Stiles observed the guy’s reaction carefully. "So here I am, lost in this fucking cursed forest," he said, pointing at the surrounding woods. "My bad."

Will considered it for a while longer, then dropped his gun, shaking his head, flustered.

Good thing he thinks I’m just a weirdo and not a danger anymore, Stiles thought to himself.

"You’re in FBI school, and you’re this dumb? Your generation is hopeless," Graham replied, his tone dripping with disdain.

Fucking Millennial, Stiles thought bitterly.

"This is who I am," the boy declared proudly, pointing at himself as he continued his ridiculous act.

He shifted nervously from one foot to the other, wondering how much longer this charade would have to last. Why isn’t this guy just letting me in already? Stiles thought, frustration mounting. He was starving, and right on cue, his stomach let out a loud, embarrassing gurgle. Without missing a beat, Stiles turned on his best puppy-dog look, aiming it squarely at Graham.

"I really hate teenagers," Graham muttered, clearly exasperated. He sighed deeply. "Eh... you can come in. It's late, and I’ve had a long day. I don’t even have the energy to be mad at you right now, kid."

He turned and led Stiles toward the house, the dogs trailing loyally at their owner’s heels.

Sour Dog, I’m an adult, damn it! I’m not a teenager anymore!

"Oh, you saved my life! I would’ve starved to death in that damn forest. Well, at least you’d have an easy job as a profiler—no crime scene to investigate, just a dead 'teenager' body." Stiles chuckled nervously as he stepped inside the house.

The minimalism of the interior caught him off guard. The place was stark, furnished only with the essentials—functional, but completely devoid of any warmth or personality. Stiles plopped down in a chair, half-hoping Will would take pity on him and whip up something hearty to eat.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Instead of food, Will handed him a mug of hot black tea. Tea? Stiles blinked, trying to mask his disappointment. This was not what his rumbling stomach needed. He wanted meat, not a cup of boiled water and herbs. Still, he took the mug, scowling slightly but accepting it anyway. Warm liquid is warm liquid, I guess, he thought. Sort of like food… if you’re desperate.

As he sipped the tea, Stiles’ brain kept working. Another clue—Will Graham is definitely NOT a werewolf. A vegan tea drinker? Case closed.

Stiles could feel himself being watched, and it was extremely annoying. It wasn’t like he was a thief—or at least, not today. Sure, in the past, he’d done his fair share of questionable break-ins: the police station, Deaton’s vet clinic, Derek’s loft, and even the school. To be fair, though, he hadn’t exactly picked the locks; he’d just made copies of the keys.

But now? He’d given up all of that—his stash of keys, his beloved Jeep Roscoe, and even his trusty baseball bat (his only physical weapon)—for what ? Why ?

"Dude, stop glaring at me like that, please. I almost choked on my tea, and if you don’t quit, you’ll be the reason for my untimely death," Stiles snapped, waving his mug for emphasis.

Will raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening dangerously.

"If you call me 'dude' one more time," he said in a low, threatening voice, "I swear, I’ll throw you out of my house right now. And I won’t care what happens to you next." He punctuated his warning by pointing firmly at the door.

At that moment, Stiles actually choked on his tea, but luckily for both of them, he survived the experience.

"I got it. I take it back," Stiles replied between coughs, raising a hand in surrender. However, he couldn’t help but think: P eople like Derek are more common in this twisted world than I thought. The great Derek Hale isn’t so special after all.

To ease the tension, Stiles began petting one of the dogs lingering near his legs. Those puppy eyes reminded him of Scott's. In fact, Scott couldn’t fully shift into a wolf—no one could, except Derek. But Stiles was certain that if he ever tried to pet Derek in his wolf form, Derek would probably kill him. He’d almost definitely lose a hand.

The boy had no idea how to escape this situation. Even if Graham dozed off, Stiles wouldn’t stand a chance at sneaking out—those dogs didn’t seem to sleep. On top of that, he was certain Dylan was probably losing it, wondering why Stiles hadn’t returned his car yet.

With no other options, Stiles decided to carefully use his magic—just a little. Closing his eyes, he focused intently on his goal. Feigning sleep, he quietly channelled his magic, concentrating on lulling Graham into a deep slumber. He believed with every ounce of his power that it would work.

When the room fell silent, Stiles slowly opened one eye. To his relief, Graham was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping like a log. His dogs were also out cold, sprawled peacefully on the floor. For a fleeting moment, panic surged through Stiles as he wondered if he’d overdone it and killed them. But when he saw Graham’s chest rising and falling steadily, he let out a silent breath of relief. His magic had worked—just as intended.

I did it, and my magic didn’t kill anyone! Stiles thought triumphantly. He carefully stood up, tiptoeing past the sleeping dogs, and quietly slipped out of the house. Once outside, he located Dylan’s car and drove straight back to the dormitory.

On the way, he texted Dylan a quick apology: " Sorry, man. I'll be back at the dorm soon ." Dylan, unsurprisingly, yelled at him over the phone, vowing never to lend him the car again.

Stiles groaned and rubbed his temples. Stiles, quit searching for supernatural trouble. Why do you need it? That was a false lead. You’re ridiculous, he scolded himself.

Yet, worry nagged at the back of his mind. Would Professor Graham recognize him back at the FBI school? Or would he dismiss the entire incident as nothing more than a strange dream?

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Chapter 4

The chosen

Stiles knew he had behaved stupidly. Hiding like a kid—immature. Now, he was sitting nervously at his desk, regretting his actions. A week ago, he had stalked his professor. Worse, he had used his magic, despite promising himself he wouldn’t do it again. Well... never say never. He wasn’t sure how much of it came from his spark and how much was the lingering power of the dark kitsune. This uncertainty worried him. It’s not control that’s overrated—power is.

He hadn’t texted Lydia about it. He hadn’t told anyone. He was deeply concerned about his future career in the FBI and knew he couldn’t afford to be so reckless. Hunched behind his laptop, he sat quietly in the lecture hall. Professor Graham didn’t take attendance or even glance at the students, but Stiles still felt on edge. What if Graham recognized him?

Discreetly, Stiles peeked at the man. Graham wore a checkered shirt and a dark brown jacket. His hair was still messy, and, Stiles suspected, so was his mind. He looked unwell—tired, pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Stiles tried to ignore the creeping paranoia that William Graham might be possessed by a Nogitsune—or another dark kitsune. After all, demons like the Nogitsune were always the worst kind of trouble.

Oh, Stiles, first you thought Graham was a werewolf, and now you think he’s possessed by a demonic fox?

He tried to push these thoughts away, wanting to focus on the lecture and the crime scene photos displayed during Graham's presentation. Will Graham posed questions, but they were rhetorical—he didn’t expect or want answers. He knew that no one, except himself, had the answers. Of course, Stiles had his own ideas about possible answers, but he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself. So, he sat quietly. For once, his endless stream of thoughts stayed confined to his mind.

After the lecture, he blended into the crowd of students, eager to slip away unnoticed. It could have worked. Even if Graham remembered him, he definitely hadn’t noticed him today. Stiles was absolutely certain of it. He had tricked a demonic fox, lied to his father and friends—surely, he could fool one professor.

But Stiles’ luck was short-lived. Rumors spread that Agent Jack had reviewed the students’ performance from the entrance exam assessment and extensive interview, the physical fitness tests were also taken into consideration into choosing the three candidates for a special assignment. A few days ago, the official list was finalized. Among the selected names was one freshman—Stiles Stilinski. At first, everything seemed fine. That is, until he heard the details. He was assigned as Will Graham’s side-kick. Suddenly, everything took a turn for the worse.

Life sucks.

***

Obviously, the other two boys treated Stiles as their rival—their worst enemy. They were entirely on their own. One advantage of this situation, however, was that they were exempt from the usual internship requirements. If they proved they had what it took to be good FBI agents, they could be hired even without completing their internship. Stiles decided to take his chance. This wasn’t supernatural nonsense; it was something he could handle. Right?

Those who were chosen received their new IDs and were sent to Baltimore. On the very same day, they were driven straight to a murder case. Stiles had seen a lot of creepy things in his past, but nothing this horrifying. A statue made of human corpses. A grotesque pile of dead bodies arranged into a human beacon. It made Stiles sick to his core. He wanted to puke. How could any human being be capable of creating something like this?

It was the work of a cannibal. Or maybe a wendigo. Honestly, they’re practically the same thing. And I hate both!

Stiles watched as Will Graham moved intently around the crime scene. Suddenly, Graham paused, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was as if he had just witnessed something truly horrific.

Had he imagined what the killer had done? I heard about it… he can enter the minds of serial killers, understanding their motivations. Meanwhile, it’s the opposite of what happened to me. A serial killer entered my mind. That damned demon controlled me!

He was snapped out of his reverie by Jack's voice, who was introducing the three rookies to Will.

"Hello, Will. I realized that your gift is exhausting you, so I sent you some support. I don't want to hear any 'buts'! You almost look like these corpses! These kids are yours, at your every command. I chose the best interns for you," Jack replied firmly, leaving Will stunned and the interns confused.

The man glanced over each of them, staring longer at Stiles.

Fuck, he knows! Stiles snapped in his mind.

However, Will Graham glared at him without saying a word. This was even worse. When Derek… at least when Derek Hale was angry at him, he still communicated with Stiles through his eyebrows. But Graham did nothing with his eyebrows or face. Just a blank face, zero emotion. Nothing to read here. His real face was hidden behind the glasses. Like a mask.

Will Graham wore a few masks. Who doesn’t? You do it all the time, Stiles.

"I'm not going to babysit you," he pointed at them. "I don't know what you can do here, so just act like you're doing something important for me, and Jack won't notice. Everyone will be happy. Get off my back, now. Understood?" he snapped without even looking at them.

"Yes, boss!" all three of them answered. Will frowned. They were too noisy, and he needed some painkillers.

Something’s not right here. Is Graham really sick? Why do I feel like he's suffering? Why does staying close to him make me feel better? I want to touch him.

I want to take it…

Stiles jumped, feeling frightened. Why was he having these thoughts? When he was possessed, he never had similar thoughts like this. What the hell is going on with him? He would have to research it. Regardless, he decided to stalk William Graham again. Let’s just call it obsessive behavior.

***

The man walked downtown. Stiles followed him at a distance and felt like a bigger creeper than Peter Hale. Something told him he needed to follow this guy, so he kept going. He noticed that two other interns were stalking him as well. They didn’t trust him, but they followed him. Where was their logic? Anyway, when they reached the city center, Will went to a complex where there was also a psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Maybe Graham had some mental problems, since Jack had mentioned something about it. Sleepwalking was one of Graham's issues. It made sense that he would go to a psychotherapist. Everyone would go crazy in this profession sooner or later.

Things would have gone well if those two fucking idiots hadn’t started mocking Stiles... right in front of Dr. Lecter’s door.

"Why are you stalking our boss Graham, Stilinski?" one of them sneered. "He told us to leave him alone, but you disobeyed him. Who do you think you are?" They shoved Stiles against the wall.

"Bullshit! I'm waiting for therapy. I suffer from insomnia. How was I supposed to know Graham would be here too?" Stiles shot back.

"We don’t believe you. You’re the sheriff’s son. You think you’re better than us? Your shitty dad was the one who got you here, right?!" Colin yelled.

There was something starting to burn inside Stiles. He really wanted to kill those two assholes. They didn’t know a thing. His father hadn’t done anything to help him get into the FBI. In fact, his dad didn’t even know that Stiles was working for the FBI. The anger overwhelmed him. He wanted to hurt them, badly...

Suddenly, the door to Dr. Lecter’s office opened.

"What is happening here? Who are you?" Dr. Lecter asked, his tone slightly angry.

At that moment, Will Graham peeked out next to him, clearly pissed. The boys turned pale.

"It’s Stilinski’s fault," one of them said, "he’s the one who disobeyed Professor Graham’s order and stalked him. We were just trying to stop him."

If I get banned, I'll make sure you will die a very slow and painful death, you fucking bootlickers!

"Is this true?" asked the doctor, as Graham tried to calm down.

"Bullshit. We all agreed that we were following Graham, because he told us to fuck off, and we didn’t know exactly what we were supposed to do. These two," Stiles pointed at the boys, "panicked in front of your office door, and now they think they’ve found a scapegoat. We’re all in on it," Stiles replied.

At this point, one of the boys punched Stiles in the face. He had a good reason for revenge, since the punch broke his nose. Blood spilled from it.

"You’re a fucking liar!" David shouted. "Professor, that’s not true. We both obeyed your orders, but Stiles didn’t!" He held Colin back, preventing him from attacking Stiles again.

Stiles just wanted to smirk at them, but unfortunately, his nose hurt a lot. Besides, he knew how it might look. He wasn’t a villain—he was an antihero. Like Batman. He knew how to play the game. Stiles acted like he was crying in front of everyone. He could play their manipulative game too. He’d make these assholes regret it.

"Enough. It doesn’t matter who brought whom here," Lecter said, with Will agreeing. "You two will go back to the FBI headquarters, and we’ll decide what to do with you." He looked at Stiles. "And you," he pointed at Stiles, "I must invite you to my office, your nose needs to be fixed," he added in a neutral tone.

***

While Will drove the two interns to their flat, Stiles stayed with Hannibal. The boy sat in an armchair nervously. The older man put on his disposable gloves.

"Relax, please. I’m a doctor. I know how to set your broken nose," the doctor said patiently.

"I’ve never broken my nose in my life. I’ve broken plenty of bones before, but never my nose," Stiles panicked.

"I promise, I’ll do it quickly," the doctor sighed.

Exactly when Will returned to Dr. Lecter's office, Stiles screamed. It didn’t hurt as much as he had thought it would, but he realized it was better to act weak. So, he pretended it was very painful. Now they were alone—a mysterious doctor, a screwed-up profiler, and an equally messed-up candidate for the FBI. Perfect team, right?

"Oh… it fucking hurt, but thank you, doc, for helping me. I’ll go now…" Stiles replied while trying to get up.

"Watch your mouth, young man. How barbaric your manners are," Lecter shuddered.

"Right, pardon me, Mr. Doc. Lecter, then I really should leave now…" He tried to get up, but he felt someone's hands on his arms.

"Sit down," Will replied fiercely. "You know, Stilinski, I remember you. I remember everything you did. I remember what happened weeks ago. So, what do you want from me?" he snapped, angry.

Oh… I think they’re going to kill me. Help!

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Chapter 5

Fortune favours fools

The atmosphere in Dr. Lecter's office was tense, to say the least. Stiles nervously tapped his fingers on the armrest, a stimming habit betraying his anxiety. Will was visibly seething, while Dr. Lecter maintained his characteristic composure, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

"Calm down, Will. He's young and foolish," Dr. Lecter said, his tone measured in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

"Calm down?!" Will snapped. "He stalked my property weeks ago—on the full moon," he emphasized, his glare fixed on Stiles.

"Full moon, you say? That is intriguing," Dr. Lecter mused, turning his analytical gaze to the fidgeting young man.

"Strange," Will murmured before continuing, his voice rising with pent-up frustration. "I caught him red-handed, Hannibal. I almost shot him! He’s my student, for God’s sake, and I could’ve shot him! And yet this idiot thought I wouldn’t recognize him at school. Now he’s stalking me again. He did it again !" he exploded, his words like a fuse burning to its end.

Oh no, again, I am dangerous, not a total idiot. No, no, no .

"I told you, it was just a stupid, half-baked challenge, didn’t I?" Stiles said, his tone almost rhetorical. "I’m so sorry for that. I know how stupid it was. How immature." He tried to explain, his voice wavering slightly as he glanced between the two men.

Dr. Lecter observed him with a neutral expression before turning to Will. "In my opinion, Will, he is not lying. He’s just a young, naïve boy, and we both know young people tend to make mistakes." His voice was calm, even detached, as though this was merely an observation of human nature.

That’s right! Stiles thought, daring to hope. See me in a nicer way, Will!

"You are my close friend, Hannibal. If you really think that he’s not lying, then…I trust you. I rely on you," Will said resignedly, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "To be honest, I haven’t been feeling well lately... but this conversation is between us." He turned to Stiles, his expression hardening. "Without extra ears."

"Oh! If you want, I can plug my ears so I won’t hear what you talk about, and you can continue your therap—" Stiles froze mid-sentence, clamping his hands over his mouth. Damn it! He spilled the beans again. Stress got the better of him, as did his stupid ADHD. He cursed himself silently. I really shouldn’t annoy Graham now.

Both men turned their full attention to Stiles, their gazes heavy with scrutiny. Will, clearly not in the mood for sarcasm or excuses, stepped closer until his face was uncomfortably near Stiles.

"How do you know I’m in therapy?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "And why are you so certain that we’re not working on a murder case together here, huh?" His eyebrows furrowed, his piercing gaze locking onto Stiles.

Everyone knows you’re mentally screwed up, Stiles thought but didn’t dare say aloud. Even your boss, even your dogs know about it. Instead, he shifted nervously, realizing he’d just dug himself into a much deeper hole.

"Well... Basically, Mr. Jack or Dr. Alana might’ve mentioned something about your struggles. At any rate, we heard rumors before Agent Jack chose us," Stiles said, nervously meeting Will's piercing gaze. "They said you were dealing with depression or something like that and that we were here to help you—support you at work."

Will's expression darkened, and before he could respond, Hannibal interjected smoothly, "Oh, my dear Will. This is your oversight. You didn’t assign them specific tasks or commands, so they followed you around like abandoned puppies. That explains everything." Hannibal gave a small, knowing nod. "As an empath, my friend, you must also show empathy to your assistants. They wouldn’t have come here if you’d kept them engaged with particular responsibilities."

"Hannibal, are you defending him?!" Will snapped, clearly irritated. "I did tell them what to do—or at least I thought I did..." He slumped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands, exhaling sharply in frustration. The weight of everything seemed to bear down on him.

Stiles’ mind was racing. He’s suffering so badly... What kind of psychotherapist allows that? And why is this creepy doctor standing up for me? What the hell is going on here?

Despite his confusion, Stiles couldn't ignore the strange sensation in his body. He felt well-rested, his spark buzzing with energy. The prickling sensation in his fingertips was unmistakable—it was as if he had been recharged in record time, though he didn’t know how or why.

"I’m not defending anyone, Will," Hannibal said, his voice calm and even. "I’m merely stating the facts. You seem exceptionally irritable today. Have you been taking your medication?"

Will hesitated before responding, his voice unusually quiet. "Yes, I took it..."

He trailed off, retreating into his own thoughts. Stiles recognized the look; it was one he knew all too well. Lost in his own head , Stiles thought, his own nervous energy bubbling under the surface.

Suddenly, the sharp buzz of a phone broke the tense silence in the room. Hannibal glanced at the device, his expression unreadable as he read the text message:

"Get here quick, please, Hannibal. Freddie Lounds is here asking me weird questions, and I don’t like her. ~ Abigail"

***

Lecter’s face was unreadable, his thoughts clearly preoccupied. He leaned toward Will, whispering something softly into his ear. Whatever he said snapped Will out of his daze, and the younger man immediately left the room without a word.

Stiles glanced nervously at the doctor, his curiosity bubbling over. “What? What’s going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with unease.

Hannibal turned his gaze to Stiles, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m afraid we must cut our conversation short. Will and I need to pay a visit to the mental hospital. However, I believe Will still wishes to keep an eye on you. So, I’m afraid you’ll have to accompany us.” His tone was polite but carried an edge of command. “I suggest you don’t cause any problems, understood, boy?”

“Got it,” Stiles replied, though his mind was spinning with questions. He didn’t like this guy—not one bit.

When they exited the building, Will was already sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting. Stiles hesitated for a moment before sliding into the back seat of the car. The silence in the vehicle was thick and heavy as they began the drive to the hospital.

Stiles had half-expected them to lock him in the car when they arrived at their destination, but apparently, Will didn’t trust him enough to leave him alone with his precious vehicle. Maybe he thinks I’ll hijack it , Stiles mused.

***

Stiles wholeheartedly hated hospitals, but he really, really hated mental hospitals even more. He really wanted to stay in the car or somewhere else.

If this punishment is for me, it’s out of hand!

Finally, they entered the room where a young, dark-haired girl with pale skin was lying in bed, and a red-haired woman was sitting next to her. The woman was holding a voice recorder in her hand—clearly a journalist.

Did we ever have nosy journalists in Beacon Hills? Definitely not.

It would have been tough if the media had ever started taking an interest in the supernatural world. If they had known it existed, it would have been dangerous for all of us. However, we always hid the bodies... except when the Nogitsune possessed me. That thing didn’t care about the murders it committed, and reporters wrote about me… ME as a serial killer. Dad and his team had to burn every copy. Lucky for me, the FBI didn’t read about it.

"Hello, Freddie. What are you doing here?" Will asked, irritation clear in his tone.

"I'm in the middle of an interview, and you're in my way," she replied rudely.

"Oh, so you want to profit off this girl's tragedy? How kind of you!" Stiles interrupted sarcastically, already disliking the red-haired woman. If someone harassed Lydia like this woman was harassing this girl, I’d get rid of them like pulling weeds , he thought.

"And who are you? Abigail's boyfriend?" Freddie shot back, unimpressed.

"Yes, I am. So, get the hell out of here, lady. There are laws against harassing hospital patients," Stiles responded confidently.

"This interview isn’t finished yet—Hey! Give that back!" Freddie yelled as Stiles grabbed her voice recorder and threw it against the wall.

His spark was charged, so he had to be careful, making sure not to put too much power into the throw and accidentally leave a hole in the hospital wall. Fortunately, his aim and strength were calculated perfectly—the voice recorder was damaged, but the wall remained intact.

Everyone stared at Stiles, stunned. They clearly hadn’t expected that. Even Will smiled slightly, as if he’d been thinking of doing the same thing himself.

"Oh no! Fuck no, what have you done, Stiles? Are there cameras here? Oh shit", Stiles muttered to himself, panic setting in as he glanced nervously around the room, searching for surveillance equipment.

"If you're worried about monitoring, this hospital room doesn’t have any cameras. However, your behavior was stupid and inappropriate," Will said, his tone softer than before.

"You little shit! You destroyed my recorder! I won’t forgive this! I have witnesses, and you’ll pay for it!" Freddie snapped, her face flushed with rage.

"I didn’t see anything," Abigail said nonchalantly.

"Neither did I. What about you, Hannibal?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm afraid Miss Lounds must calm down. This is a terrible misunderstanding," Hannibal said smoothly, picking up the damaged recorder. His tone shifted, suddenly darker. "And I warned you earlier, didn’t I?" He slid the broken recorder into his pocket, his voice carrying an unspoken menace.

A chill ran down Stiles’s spine. Something about this man wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just paranoia this time—he was sure of it.

"This isn’t over!" Freddie shouted, still fuming. "You’ll all regret this!" With that, she stormed out of the hospital room, slamming the door behind her.

Abigail burst into laughter, the whole situation was utterly amusing to her. None of the boys she knew had ever done anything like this for her, only this mysterious boy. On top of that, he was quite handsome and cute. She wondered, Where did Will and Hannibal find him?

"Oh, thank you, my Romeo! I'm Abigail, and you?" she asked, still giggling.

"I am not fucking Romeo. If you want to call me something, make it Batman. But my name’s Stiles," he replied, shaking her hand with a grin.

"Language, young man!" Hannibal snapped irritably. He couldn’t stand hearing swear words.

"Hannibal doesn’t like swearing," Abigail said with a mischievous giggle. "Stiles? What the hell is Stiles? That’s such a weird name!" she said, her tone teasing.

"It’s just a nickname. My real name is hard for most Americans to pronounce," Stiles explained, leaning back against the wall and scratching his head. "That’s why everyone calls me Stiles." He flashed her a smile.

"Oh... but I want to hear your real name. Could you tell me, please?" she asked, adjusting herself on the bed to sit up straighter and making sure the bandana covered her neck.

"It's Mieczyslaw," Stiles sighed, resigned.

"Mie... What the hell? Okay, okay, I got it. Stiles sounds fine to me," Abigail admitted, throwing her hands up in mock surrender.

Suddenly, Hannibal spoke up, fixing his gaze on Stiles.

"Your name is Mieczyslaw, correct? Are you from Poland?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine interest. His flawless pronunciation of the name astonished everyone.

"That's half true. My mother was Polish, and my dad is American... but how did you know?" Stiles asked, genuinely surprised. He noticed a strange spark of interest in Hannibal’s eyes.

"I was born in Lithuania. It's a neighboring country, isn’t it? We were once part of the same grand principality in the past," Hannibal explained. Stiles was momentarily stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"I... I don't know anyone else who has Slavic blood in their veins. Forgive me, but I’m excited now. Oh my God!" Stiles exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over. For a split second, he considered hugging Hannibal but quickly decided against it, knowing it would likely be a bad idea.

Finally, someone who can pronounce my name correctly—besides my mom and dad!

Unexpectedly, Will approached him, his expression unreadable as always. Will was a mystery, and Stiles couldn’t help but brace himself. He figured this was it—Will was going to send him packing. After all, Stiles had messed up big time, and now he had to face the consequences. If the FBI Academy was off the table, maybe he could pivot to detective school. Or perhaps the CIA Academy? But how could he explain this sudden change in plans to his dad and Lydia?

"You’re a freak," Will said flatly. Stiles blinked in astonishment. Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn’t one of them.

"You have no self-preservation instincts at all," Will added, his tone laced with disappointment.

Oh, seriously? I've never heard that before. Absolutely nobody's ever mentioned it—how original , Stiles thought with biting sarcasm.

"I wanted to send you back to your internship, like those other two who were chosen with you," Will said, his voice cold. "I hate stalkers, suspicious types, and you’ve irritated me every step of the way. But now, I see something in you. You have potential. And you have something very rare—selflessness." He looked Stiles in the eyes, his gaze intense. "You’ve never even met Abigail, and yet, without a second thought, you took on that pseudo reporter, threw her voice recorder against the wall to protect her. That was... unique. Thank you, Stiles."

Then, for the first time, Will smiled at him.

"I... I—" Stiles started, squirming again. "I read everything written by TattleCrime.com, and if that bitch wrote an article about my people, I wouldn't show any mercy." He said this with seriousness, his protective nature evident.

"She pissed me off too," Will smiled, glancing at Hannibal, who still wasn’t pleased with the swearing.

"Then what are you going to do with Stiles?" Abigail asked, her voice laced with concern as she glanced between the men.

"Pardon?" Stiles cut in, pointing at himself. "I'm still here and way more interested than you, Abigail!"

"Well... because I am 'mentally unstable,' I'll need some help," Will said, patting Stiles on the arm. "Welcome to my team, pupil."

"I CAN STAY HERE?!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!" Stiles rushed over to Will and hugged him. Will froze for a moment, not sure how to respond. As he tried to gently push Stiles away, Stiles stepped back with a mischievous grin. He’d learned how to hug people who didn't like hugs—like Derek—without it being awkward. Abigail giggled at the expression on Will's face.

Hannibal watched, his brow furrowed. He hadn’t expected this. Will was on the brink of discovering who the Ripper was, and Mieczyslaw was far more clever than he’d anticipated. The boy would be harder to control than Hannibal had thought—unlike Will and Abigail. The doctor would have to adjust his plans. Only time would tell who would benefit and who would be hurt in the end.

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Chapter 6

Purple nightmare

Stiles spent a pleasant afternoon with Will, Hannibal, and Abigail at the hospital. When he returned to his flat, he was utterly exhausted. The day had been tough. While those two bastards were dismissed from the FBI internship, Stiles remained in Baltimore FBI as Graham’s pupil.

He had a serious conversation with Agent Jack. Stiles learned what had happened the day before and got quite an earful. Mr. Jack told him that he didn’t particularly want him staying there, but since Will and Hannibal supported him, Jack believed there must be a good reason for this decision. Incidentally, Mr. Jack reminded Stiles a lot of Deaton. They were so alike! Their behavior and even their shared tendency toward an "asshole attitude" were eerily similar.

In the evening, something strange happened. Stiles' senses heightened, almost like those of a werewolf. Alarmed, he rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His face appeared unchanged—he looked the same as always—except for one detail. His eyes... They glowed. And their color was a vivid, unnatural purple.

Did a werewolf bite me? How? When? I think I would’ve felt it! – The boy panicked, and that only made things worse. The lights in his bathroom started buzzing, just like they had when he was under the control of the… Nogitsune.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing. He shook himself slightly, trying to calm his mind and steady his breath, just as he always did during a panic attack. After what felt like an eternity, he finally began to relax.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that they had returned to their natural amber color. Relieved, he quickly grabbed his phone and texted Lydia.

Hey, Lydia,  is the Nogitsune still imprisoned in Nementon's roots?
He can’t escape, can he?

After a while, a reply came:

Yes, Stiles.
It’simpossible, because he needs help from someone to escape.
Why do you ask?  

Stiles didn’t know if this was good or bad news for him. He knew next to nothing about Sparks. Deaton had once said that Stiles had low magical potential, claiming that any human could do what Stiles did. Yet, it was always Stiles who worked with mountain ash.

The Druid never brought up Stiles’ Spark again. He didn’t even warn Stiles about the possibility of being possessed by a dark Kitsune before Stiles, Scott, and Allison performed their sacrifice for the Nemeton. Deaton had to have known the consequences of that ritual—he must have known.

Granted, he did mention the darkness it would leave in their hearts, but Stiles had always carried a certain darkness within him. Could the possession have been a side effect of nearly drowning during the ritual? If only Deaton hadn’t been so damn cryptic, maybe things would have been different. Maybe his friends would still be alive.

He felt his phone vibrate, startling him slightly.

Seriously, Stiles😠!
Why did you even ask about Nogitsune?
If you don't answer right now, I'll find you
and I won't be nice to you, stupid Stiles😠!

The boy wondered what he could write back to her. He didn’t want to worry his best friend. He had assured her earlier that he had everything under control—so how could he admit now that he didn’t have control at all?

I'm suffering from paranoia, remember?
I'm just worried that it... will happen again 💔

He sighed deeply. He lied to his best friend again. He then immediately added:

My magic is much more dangerous than we thought,
I can feel my Spark... I can feel electricity flowing through my fingertips ~ Stiles

He focused on his hands, on his fingers, and he could swear he saw tiny sparks dancing around them. The sensation felt eerily familiar, like the electric charge he had experienced when he was under the Nogitsune’s control. That same pleasant, tingling sensation coursed through his body—no pain, just an unsettling familiarity.

It reminded him of the time the Nogitsune used dark magic to create a new body for Stiles to trick his friends.

My real body was turned to dust. However, the new body the Nogitsune created for me—crafted with dark magic and a lot of bandages—didn’t disintegrate when we defeated it. This body is still mine.

Oh, Stiles, even during the fight, you used your magic.
I think Deaton hid some important facts about your Spark. 😠
I'm sure he didn’t tell you the whole truth. But still, it's you, Stiles.
You have magic." 

The boy’s chest warmed at the thought. It was just him—his violet eyes, his magic, his new body… all used for several years. His own darkness. His.

Even so, please, Lydia. You can’t tell my dad.
I don’t want to worry him, and it’s better if no one knows, except for us.
Because Scott already thinks I’m a monster. 💔

The redhead girl quickly wrote back:

Ok. I won’t tell anyone.
And stop calling yourself a monster. You aren’t a monster, Stiles.
Scott has his stupid morals, you and I have ours. We’re different.
But the fact is, if you hadn’t done what you did that night, we probably would’ve died. But thanks to you, only the evil people died. You saved us, Stiles.

He wrote back:

Though Scott believes that everyone deserves a second chance... except me.
Why doesn’t he give me a second chance?This is so unfair.
Ehh… maybe you’re right, Sis! 

I’m always right 💅, my silly bro. 

***

The next day, things were tense because the BAU team had found Nicolas Boyle’s corpse. Mr. Jack pointed the finger of suspicion at Abigail, believing she had killed Nicolas because she had a motive. He proposed to interrogate her, wanting to hear her side of the story.

This caused Will and Hannibal to become flustered. Stiles could tell that one of them was about to "explode." The atmosphere reminded him of the times his father acted that way in the past. Stiles' dad had become addicted to alcohol after he lost his wife, and Stiles lost his mom. She had been very ill and eventually died.

Stiles also felt this same tense atmosphere when Derek or Scott was pissed, or when it was the full moon. Men were drama queens.

There is so much chaos here. Nogitsune would have been delighted if he was here.

Okay let’s start over. Boyle was killed after Abigail's father died. Therefore, it couldn’t have been Garret Jacob Hobbs—he wasn’t there. But could it have been his daughter, Abigail? Could she have really murdered him?

Nicolas had been an asshole to her, bullying her for being the murderer's daughter. Maybe he blamed her for the death of his sister, who had been Abigail’s best friend. Perhaps he pushed her too far?

I want to talk with her in private, but how?

***

He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave the FBI office, but he had a gut feeling that he needed to see Abigail before the FBI agents did. Ignoring protocol, he walked out of the BAU office, caught a cab, and headed straight for the hospital. He had a vague idea of which room was Abigail’s, and after some wandering, he found it.

“Hey, Abigail,” he greeted her as he stepped into the room. “You know what happened today, don’t you? Will or Hannibal must’ve called you.” He added this as he sat in a chair beside her bed.

“Hi… What are you talking about? How do you—?” she stammered, speechless and clearly shocked.

“I know everything about Boyle,” he said bluntly. “Could you tell me what really happened to Nicolas Boyle? Who killed him?”

“Nicolas Boyle was guilty of his own death,” she said defensively, her tone protective. She looked nervous and uncomfortable.

“I don’t doubt that, but…” He leaned in slightly, meeting her gaze. “Did Hannibal help you?”

“W-what?! No! That’s not true!” Her face turned red, and her breathing quickened. “But… he knew about it. Will didn’t. It was an accident, Stiles. I didn’t mean to kill him. Please, believe me.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she pressed on, speaking quickly. “Before Boyle died, Hannibal told me something… something bad about him.” She hesitated, clearly embarrassed. She knew she wasn’t supposed to say more.

Freddie Lounds, the journalist, had also been digging into the story, and Abigail knew she wouldn’t stop until she got every detail. Will and Hannibal wouldn’t be happy when they found out about this conversation.

“I believe you, Abigail. More than you think,” he said softly. “You can trust me. I won’t turn my back on you.” He moved closer, trying to calm her.

“Everyone says that!” she shouted through her tears. “You don’t know what it’s like to be the child of a serial killer! You don’t know how I felt when I killed him... I just wanted someone to understand me. Maybe Miss Lounds will help me. If I tell her my true story, people will see the real me!” Her voice broke as she shook, tears streaming down her face.

“I know…” he said quietly. “I know what it’s like to feel guilty,” Stiles added, haunted by memories of his own mistakes. “But oversharing isn’t a good idea, Abigail,” he added, his tone filled with concern.

“But it was an accident... I want people to know that!” she cried, her voice faltering under the weight of her emotions.

Suddenly, a sharp click shattered the moment. Stiles froze, his heart pounding as he turned his head. The cold metal of a gun pressed against his forehead.

FUNNY! Very Funny! HAHA! NO! I’ve had enough!.

It was fucking Will Graham, who was aiming at him. Hannibal stood beside him, concerned.

WHAT?! WHY AGAIN?!

“Hello again, Stiles. What are you doing here?” Hannibal asked in his annoyingly calm voice.

Will seemed like a puppet in Hannibal’s hands. He was ill and delusional. Was he seeing Stiles, or someone else entirely? His gaze was hazy and distant.

“Is it Stiles or Garret here?” Will asked, confused and slightly unhinged.

For a moment, Hannibal seemed to consider an easy answer, which made Stiles shift nervously.

Holy shit! Will is drugged! Why is Hannibal hesitating over the answer? What the hell?!

“Yes, Will, it’s Stiles. Put down the gun, please,” Hannibal said, speaking to Will as if he were a small child.

“Dude! You are very—LIKE REALLY—mentally unstable!” Stiles replied, shocked. He couldn’t imagine how someone with such serious issues could work for the FBI.

“Don’t call me ‘dude’! And anyway, Hannibal is my therapist—you know that,” Will ranted, clearly confused.

Such a fucking effective therapy. This is the HUGE reason why I avoid therapists.

“Let’s go back to the question, Stiles. Why are you here again?” Hannibal asked, this time more demandingly.

“Well… I needed to talk to Abigail. I know what Jack wants to do, so I can help you, Abigail,” he explained, extremely frank.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Hannibal replied, stunned.

“Fine, fine. Do you know that Freddie Lounds wants to publish Abigail’s past? You probably know which past I mean, right?” Stiles said.

“Shut up, Stiles!” Abigail yelled at him.

“What? Is it true, Abigail? Do you really want the truth to come out?” Will demanded angrily. “And you told him too?” Will pointed at Stiles.

“I…” she started crying. “I just want someone to understand me,” she sighed and wiped her tears as Stiles handed her a tissue.

“Everyone who understands you is already here,” Stiles replied calmly. He really wanted to hug her... but with these guys around, it felt impossible.

Stiles, shut the fuck up! If the FBI finds out about your secret, you’ll be in real trouble! Shut your stupid mouth!

"Someone here? Who? asked both Hannibal and Abigail at the same time. Will stared at him, still confused.

Stiles observed and analyzed them.

No, I can’t tell them.

“Because my dad is a sheriff, I’ve always been interested in criminal cases. I’ve always wanted to know how a murderer’s brain works. Because if certain doors are opened in the human mind, there’s no going back. Outsiders don’t understand it. Even if you did it for self-defense.” He glanced at Will for some reason.

“Did you ever kill in self-defense?” Will asked, amazed.

“Never,” he lied to them, but they didn’t know. “But I can imagine how it is, although I’m the worst empath,” he nervously giggled and spoke to the men. “You’re her fathers. That’s why you must protect her.”

“Interesting…” murmured Hannibal, sounding thoughtful.

Oh no, fuck no, I won’t let anyone get into my head anymore. Don’t even stare like that at me, Doc!

“I’m trying to say that we need to cooperate now because Agent Jack will be here soon,” Stiles replied, his voice laced with worry. He then spoke to Abigail. “You can’t tell them the truth. You know, the truth is... overrated.” He nervously brushed his hair. “Now, only lies can protect you,” he added with a gentle smile.

“You speak like you’re a professional liar,” Abigail concluded. Will nodded. Hannibal still stared at Stiles.

No, not at all, I never... I am always truthful or half-truthful, or a little truthful. Oh my god, now I'm lying to myself.

Hannibal continued to gape at him, while Will took off his glasses and tried to analyze him.

“What? No way! How could you say that? I am the son of a sheriff, I have the laws in my veins,” Stiles answered, dead serious.

Fortunately, they left this uncomfortable conversation behind. They were arguing over the proper version of events. After much discussion, they had established their statement. When Jack arrived at the hospital, Abigail was the only one there. She told him that version. A displeased Jack had to return to his office with nothing.

***

When Stiles was in the car, he realized that they weren’t driving to his flat, but in the opposite direction. It confused and frightened him.

Oh, no! They kidnapped me! – he panicked.

"Stop the car and let me get out, Hannibal," Stiles asked, not amused.

"Calm down, Stiles. We’re driving to my house because we’ll have dinner, and you’re invited," Hannibal replied while driving the car.

"What? Why?" Stiles was getting mad now.

"Well, after yesterday’s misunderstanding about what you did to Miss Freddie Lounds, I invited her to dinner too because you need to apologize to her," Hannibal explained.

"WHAT?! Hell no!" Stiles refused to do it. "I don’t want to see that redheaded bitch! Stop the car right now, I want out!" he shouted, pissed. He had no intention of apologizing to her.

"I’m afraid I can’t do that," Hannibal added in a neutral voice.

Fuck you, Hannibal!

Stiles didn't have a choice; he was driven to Hannibal's mansion. For the first time, Stiles could admire that pricey mansion. It was huge. The interior of the house was sophisticated. He recognized a few Japanese sculptures and paintings from Greek mythology.

Will had to have been here before many times. He knows his way here. What a strange doctor-patient relationship they have. – Stiles thought.

They didn't help with dinner; Hannibal was in the kitchen alone. Will seemed healthier than before. They sat in the living room. Suddenly, Will spoke to Stiles:

"You killed someone." Unfortunately, this wasn't a question.

"Eh... I did," Stiles agreed and added, "It's called self-defense, isn't it?" he asked. "You can understand it." Stiles focused his gaze on Will, but the man was always emotionless.

"Right," Will agreed. "Why did you stalk me either?" he had to ask the boy.

"What?" Stiles's heart started to beat faster.

"Don't play stupid with me. Tell me the truth," Will said impatiently.

"Even though I tell you, I'm sure you won't believe me," Stiles sighed, feeling blue. "But fine. I'll tell you everything. But you must remember that I warned you. Ready?" he asked nervously.

"To the point, Stiles," Will sighed.

"Fine, fine. I thought you were a werewolf," Stiles added seriously, observing Will's reaction.

The man frowned and raised his eyebrows. He didn’t believe him at all.

"Stiles, I told you..." Will couldn’t finish his line because the boy interrupted him.

"See? You don't believe me," Stiles claimed with a gentle smile.

Will didn't want to continue this chat with Stiles. He stood up and went to the kitchen to help Hannibal. Stiles stayed alone in the living room for a while and then went to the dining room. The gothic atmosphere was everywhere. Stiles didn’t like it. He enjoyed watching horror movies, but he definitely wasn't a big fan of gothic vibes that much. It was too dark here, and the room had a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. However, it would be rude if he fled from Hannibal's mansion. He had to be nice to this redheaded bitch because Hannibal needed it for some reason.

Stiles peered into the kitchen, where both men were preparing dinner. It was obvious they had a very special bond. Hannibal stared at Will’s ass—or better, his eyes—like a lover, which revealed a lot about the man's intentions.

Doc is a professional, isn't he? So why is Doc staring at Will like THAT? Does he stare that much at every patient, or is it just Will?

Speaking of the devil, Will seemed like a lost puppy. He trusted only Hannibal and Abigail. Was he aware of the feelings he had for Hannibal? He stared at Doc exactly like Stiles had stared at Derek. Then Stiles realized that his relationship with this wolf had always been complicated. Stiles would give anything for Derek to look at him the same way they both stared at each other now.

It's definitely more than friendship between them.

Finally, dinner was made. The tableware was prepared by Hannibal, Will brought the food, and Stiles helped him. After a while, the intercom rang. Freddie Lounds had arrived at Hannibal’s mansion. She completely avoided and ignored Stiles. She had to be nice to Hannibal and Will. However, the three of them had a good conversation until the meat was served on the table.

"I don’t eat this awful meat. All I need is a salad. This is probably the best salad I’ve ever eaten in my life. It’s a shame to ruin it with this... icky meat," Freddie said in disgust.

Dead silence fell in the room. Hannibal pretended like he didn't care (but he was pissed), and Will focused on his meal.

Fucking vegan who will accuse everyone of stopping eating meat, milk, eggs, etc., just because they don’t eat.

"Shut up, you shitty mouth, redheaded bitch. You didn’t have to criticize this food. If you love eating salad, that's fine, but we like to eat meat. It’s a shame to ruin it with icky salad," Stiles spoke angrily.

Oops!

Dead silence became even… deader .

"What did you say, you little shit?" she snapped, frowning and yelling at him. Her glare could have killed him.

Hannibal watched them with mild amusement. Will acted like he didn’t know what was happening, but he had been listening carefully the entire time.

"Oh, bon appétit, Miss Lounds?" Stiles mocked, smiling innocently at her. Once again, he had created chaos.

"What a brat! I can’t stand being here any longer. I expected an apology, but you didn’t even try to apologize, you little shit!" she shouted, pointing her fork at Stiles. Then, she threw the cutlery down and stood up abruptly. "I’m off. I’ll come after you—all of you!" she warned before slamming the door as she left.

Will and Hannibal stopped eating and stared at Stiles. At that moment, Stiles deeply regretted speaking up.

"That was a dirty trick," Will said, taking another bite of his meat.

"I must agree with Will," Hannibal added, his tone cold and measured. "Your manners and urbanity need polishing. Just because I didn’t react when you swore doesn’t mean I accept it, especially not in my home. Do you understand?" he said, his voice laced with a quiet threat.

Stiles was scolded like a stupid kid. It felt even worse than being cursed at. Both men remained as cool as cucumbers, and Stiles couldn’t understand why. He nervously picked at his dish, unsure what to make of it. The food had a strange taste—not exactly tasty, not exactly unpleasant. It was just... new.

Rising from the table, he thanked them for dinner, placed his plate in the dishwasher, and got ready to leave. He knew no one could drive him home; Hannibal and Will had both had some wine, so he’d have to order a cab. The men seemed absorbed in their own world, barely noticing him.

Stiles wondered why he kept creating chaos for himself. What’s wrong with me? he thought. His ADHD hadn’t landed him in trouble for a while, but tonight it had made up for lost time. He needed to get out of there.

Pretending to call a cab, he stood by the door and said goodbye. "Thanks for dinner, and... I’m sorry for my behavior," he added quickly, though he didn’t look at either of them as he spoke. Without waiting for a response, he left Hannibal’s mansion, stepping out into the cool night air with a sigh of relief.

***

While he strolled, Stiles noticed the forest preserve nearby. The woods had always had a calming effect on him, so he decided to give his old relaxation method another try. However, he was unaware that someone was watching him from behind the trees.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, the stillness was broken by the sharp snap of a twig. The sound was louder than he had ever heard before, setting his nerves on edge. His senses sharpened instinctively, and the shapes around him grew more distinct. Something… or someone was there.

OH NO! Please! Not now! He yelled at himself in his mind.

Using his heightened sight, Stiles noticed someone hiding behind the trees with a camera, snapping photos of him. The ginger hair gave it away immediately.

That redheaded bitch! he thought furiously. She saw me. She saw me just when I can’t control myself! This is her revenge? Fine. I can work with it.

A low growl escaped his throat, and before she could blink, he appeared right next to her. The sudden movement made her scream in shock.

"Oh my God! H-how did you...?! Y-you’re a m-monster! Help!" she stammered, her voice trembling with terror.

Her fear deepened as she caught sight of his supernatural eyes. She had no time to flee—Stiles had her in an unyielding grip of iron.

She’s terrified. She’s shaking because of me. Because she is my prey.

Another growl rumbled from him, primal and loud, making her tremble even more.

"Shhh, Miss Lounds," Stiles said in a low, controlled voice. "I am just a human. Maybe... an extraordinary human." He felt the power coursing through him again, the control returning. "It was a huge mistake to stalk me, Miss Lounds."

His tone was void of emotion, but his eyes gleamed with something darker. "Unfortunately, you saw something you were never meant to see..." A low growl rumbled in his throat. "I don’t like people like you, but I didn’t plan for this," he admitted, his voice dropping to a sorrowful whisper.

He looked at her trembling form, knowing the truth. She had seen too much. If he let her live, his secret… and the secrets of his friends would be in jeopardy.

She has to die.

"I'm truly sorry, Freddie Lounds," he said softly, closing his eyes to shut out her terrified screams.

He focused on the electricity coursing through his veins, commanding it to lash out like a bolt of thunder. The shrill scream that escaped her lips echoed through the forest, scattering frightened birds into the dark sky.

When Stiles opened his eyes, Freddie’s body lay lifeless on the ground. She was utterly still. Her body convulsed faintly for a moment, evidence of the immense power that had surged through her.

Her veins were charred black, burned from the inside out by his electricity, though her skin remained eerily intact.

Stiles stared at the aftermath of what he had done, his chest tightening with guilt and shock.

Was it self-defense? Or was it murder in cold blood?

The questions weighed heavily on him as he looked down at her still form, realizing he had crossed a line he could never uncross.

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Chapter 7

Wolf in sheep's clothing

Stiles stare dumbed at her dead body and didn't know what he could to do, because:

1. He didn't have a damn shovel to bury this dead body.
2. He didn't have a car to relocated corpse from problematic point A to neutral point B. He also frightened that he still could use electricity accidentally and mentioned car could be damaged.

Stiles didn't know that he can kill someone only by his mind. His head is a dangerous place. What would his father thought if he knew that his son is a killer?

Did that death was justified?  This question was on his head.

If he abandoned this corpse here, he will be in big trouble. Therefore, he couldn't leave it, he had a lesson when he killed Donovan and when he abandoned it, the body was vanished. His murder ruined his bond with Scott absolutely. But it was self-defence. If Stiles hadn't killed Donovan, Donovan would have killed him. Therefore, he had to gain a shovel and bury her here. 
He heaved her body, moved it, and hid by numerous leaves, which he found near him. Now, he needed to find a shovel. Likewise, he couldn't buy it, but he could steal it. The closest place where he knew that he might have a shovel was Hannibal's garage. Hence, he decided to back to the Lecter's mansion and borrow it. But when he was near to the garage, he saw strange fast flashed from Hannibal's window. He approached closer, sneaked up under the window. Stiles overhearded Hannibal's voice, and Will's murmuring. He couldn't stand up, because they would be recognized him. However, he was sure, that Will was under Hannibal's hypnosis or something, because these lights made him more ill and perhaps more insane?

"Now, you are at your home, Will. You called me a moment ago. Currently, you have a heavy panic attack again. Now, you need to calm down and get back to the reality, Will"  Hannibal talked to Will like to child.

"I don't know what's happen to me, I don't know where am I anymore."  Stiles heard Will's voice.

"I say it again, calm down, deep breath, Will, it's just a panic attack"  added Hannibal. Stiles was confused.

Fuck. WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Doc Hannibal tells this lies to Will, but why? He told Will that what he sees or feels isn't real, but this it is really real. This is fucking gaslighting! Hannibal makes Will's mental health worse! Triggered Will's mental illness?! But why he does that?!

Stiles was shocked, he didn't want to borrow anything from a man who was a fucked-up pseudopsychiatrist. He'd rather use his own hands to digging the hole. He steps away slowly from there. He backed down under the window and run away from Lecter's mansion as fast as he could. Before he returned to the woods, he found a shovel leaning against the wall's garden storage. The one thing he literally could do now was stole it and run. So, he did it. Fortunately, the owner wasn't at home.

Well... I killed a woman today, I stole a damn shovel a minute ago, what next? My dad "would be" so proud of me, if he only knew!

He returned where he covered her dead body, it was still there. He decided to buried her exactly where he stood. He dogged a deeper hole, deep enough, that the dogs couldn't sniff the corpse, it or the others wild animals. He arranged it into the hole, and buried her. Next, he used twigs, lots of pine cones and leafs to covered fresh ground. He could be proud of himself for hid her body, but he couldn't. He threw away the shovel off the cliff.

After all he got back to his flat exhausted and took a long shower. The water was flowed over his body, while he thought about everything had happened today. His magic became more dangerous, his boss was controlled by a psychopathic psychiatrist.

What a day!

***

The next morning, he paid a visit to Abigail once again. He held a box for her - chocolates. He didn't know if the girl like sweets, but he believed in his lucky day.

"Hey, my Harley Quinn " he said embarrassed with little smile "My earnest apology for you, I shouldn't spill the beans, It was unfair"  he admitted and put chocolate box in bed.

The girl was surprised, she didn't expect that he will pay a visit to her again, nor when he gives her sweets gift.

"My name is Abigail" she grumbled but picked up the chocolate box,  "I'm not a psychopath like her, Stiles.  But thanks, I love chocolate. Apology accepted. "  she smiled to him.

"I could call you the Catwoman, but... that name is already taken..." replied Stiles with a sad tone of his voice.

"Oh! That's your ex nickname?" she was curious

She was Derek's ex, my could be ex-girlfriend, and actual dead Boyd's soulmate.

"I called that my friend who died years ago"  He said it In sad mood, while he stared out the window "Sometimes, I have dreams where I can save her and her boyfriend Boyd from death... I can't change the past," he sighed, and didn't even know why he said it to her.

"Did you see how they died?" she asked quietly but also more curious. This question was important to her.

"Well, to be honest, last time when I saw them, they were badly injured but alive... so the answer is nope," he replied looked at her.

"I'm sorry to ask. But I also have dreams, where I saved these girls..."she sighed" I feel guilty, responsible for the murders that were committed by my father" she added with tears in her eyes.

"The fact that you were his daughter, don't mean that you are responsible for what he did, Abigail -  explained Stiles

"You don't understand, Stiles.  I...."- she started twisting nervously her body on bed and crying "I collaborated with him"  she stared at her shaky hands "I lured these victims for him" she looked at Stiles with wet eyes. He saw pain in her eyes. She suffered so much.

Stiles stared at her with understanding. He really understood her. However, her story was worse than he thought. He was sure that she wasn't a professional killer. She was more like a marionette in psychopath hands. She was scared, she was manipulated by her own father, and she was damn lonely. Because she lost her both parents. But somehow she  killed Boyle. Perhaps she also might be manipulated by someone during that time.

"Sorry for asking, but you said earlier that Hannibal told you something before you know what. What exactly he told you then?"  he asked, frowned. 

"It's fine. I trust you and I answer "she little smiled"  He told me, that Boyle killed my best friend! She only treated me pretty well... I miss her so much!" the girl burst into tears. This was enough to her. 

Stiles immediately hugged her, she was trembling in his arms. She is a prey, not a predator. The Hannibal lied Will about the reality and did to him shitty things with lights and drugs. What's more, he told Abigail that Boyle killed her best friend. Why he did it? Theoretically, it could be Hannibal who killed Abigail's friend as well, and then he manipulated Abigail's emotions, so she might kill Boyle by her hands? Did Hannibal know that Boyle wanted to find Abigail and revenged against her?

What's his game in all this?

"This is calling self-defence, Abigail"  he tried to cheers up her.

"Really? But Hannibal said it didn't seem like self-defence" she sighed quietly and wiped tears from her face.

"Hannibal said bullshit" he smiled wider at her "You aren't a monster, you are such a pretty girl" he added it and winked.

She stopped crying and suddenly her face blushed, so Stiles hugged her again. He embraced her gently and patted her head. Then is phone start buzzed. The Agent Jack called. Stiles tapped and saved the phone number of Abigail, said her bye, and next he returned to the FBI head office.

***

When he came to FBI office, Agent Jack was waiting for him with angry expression in his face.

"What's happened, boss?" asked frowned Stiles.

"Will's healthy, getting worse. Earlier today he contaminated a crime scene at work without even knowing it. Furthermore, his doctors suspect that he has dementia... so I decided that you have to be with him all the time, and if he will be strangely, you will call to me, get it?" older man explained.

Finally, Dr. Lecter's therapy has effects!

"So... Do you mean, that you order me to stalk Will Graham?" asked surprised Stiles

"Just observing him"  Agent Jack corrected him  "Because, he is very ill. Understand?" man answer with his bossy tone of voice. 

"Understood" replied Stiles,  "however, If I had you stalk an insane guy I want to be protected. On this account, I want a gun"

"You are a really little shit... Stilinski" he sighed, but he gave him a gun from the drawer

"And bullets, I'm not that stupid, boss" smirked Stiles while he held his gun. He sucked with a gun, but nobody there knew about it.

"Ugh..." man gave him bullets, " and now get out of here! - Jack yelled, frustrated.

At least, I have a real gun, I have my first gun like a true FBI Agent. It is progress!

***

He supposed to keep an eye on Will, but he didn't know where, the hell, Will was. As far as he knew, this guy had an MRI brain scan. Stiles knew, better than nobody else, that it is too easy to frame a healthy person to the dementia diagnose. It could be a possibility that Stiles's mother didn't have her dementia. Stiles didn't know which hospital Will was. And importantly, he didn't want Hannibal's help, he didn't need to be near Hannibal now, even with a gun. Even with his fucking magic. This guy is too dangerous.

Because he couldn't visit Hannibal, he texted to Abigail

"Hey, is Will with you now?" ~ Stiles

"Hi, yes, he is with me, he is weird but when he wasn't?" ~ Abigail

"Oh! I be here soon. Wait for me, please!" ~ Stiles

"I don't think is good idea, because we are going to leave hospital, and now  I really can't text with you now, I will text to you later, Bye!" ~Abigail

"What?! Wait?!" ~ Stiles

"No, stay here Abigail. ~ Stiles

Pick up the phone!" ~ Stiles

Fuck.

Stiles gaped at his phone stuuned. She didn't returns his calls. He had to get in that hospital as soon as possible. While he almost ordered a cab…  Jack called him again.

"Situation changed, Stylinski. Right now you will drive to the hospital. That girl, Abigail, she is the killer. Today she murdered the doctor, who conducted Will's neurological MRI scan. You must keep her out of your sight now!"  he ordered

"Boss, but she wen...." he heard a specific "beep" suggest that this call was finished.

Such a fucking day!

Unfortunately, when he went to the hospital, Abigail's room was complete empty. Her things was gone. The girl discharged herself for Will's request. 

What the fuck is going here? I'm done with the FBI shit.

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Chapter 8

Play with the fire

Two days later

Stiles never thought that this will actually happen. He pieced together it from fragments he overheard in FBI office. To everyone's shock, Will took Abigail, without any logical reasons, to the Minnesota. Somehow, Hannibal followed them, but before, he talked to Jack about Will's mental illness. This guy found them. Not exactly both of them in one piece, because Hannibal found Abigail's ear in the damn sink, after Will threw it up. The floor was covered in her blood. Then Hannibal called the BAU, they put Will Graham into jail. Stiles was sure, that something smell rats. He saw some weird things a few days ago. Hannibal wasn't a good guy here. Well, Stiles couldn't legally go to prison, to pay a visit to Will, but he really had to chat with him. Stiles wasn't dumb, he knew about cameras was there, therefore he hacked all cameras at the prison. He easily seduced (he used his magic) a guy who worked there, who had a similar body. He wore his clothes and took his ID card. Next, he asked the security guard, where he could find Graham's cell. The security guard told him. A few minutes later, he was beside Will's cell.

"Hi, Will" he greeted "The boss didn't let me see you, but I found another way" he winked, however he was fucking nervous. Will seemed terrible, he probably didn't sleep well here or in recent times.

"Stiles? No... I'm delusional again" he shook his head. Stiles knew very well what it felt when you stop trusting yourself.

"I'm here. I'm real, Will. I come here for you." he replied.

Is it real? Why are you here? How...?". Asked confused and worried Will

"Oh... it's a long story... I tell something important, Will" answered Stiles, walked closer to the grille

"Don't come closer, please! I'm dangerous and insane, I don't want to hurt you..... I killed..." he panicked and started to hyperventilate.

"You don't." assured Stiles.  He thought it was irony to say the same words as he said to Derek in the past.

"I am a killer!" yelled Will who was broken.

"Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Because you could be... controlled by someone stronger than you. I'm sure, since you are in here, you are  to feel better, aren't you?"  he asked smiled mischievous "Well, you know, that some kind of pills - or better word - drugs, could make help or made your health worse. Expecially drugs. When they used to  awful things for another person" he  explained it with anger in his voice

" I don't understand?"  Will frowned and walked closer to Stiles "What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't have proofs. Your guess is good as mine" he sighted  "but I'm sure that, you were influenced by someone, who you trust the most, and also who knew how human's brain works. Do you know now?" he said it, looked into Will's eyes 

"You are suggesting that..." his eyes became wider.

"As I said before. I don't have any proof. Or I haven't enough good proofs. But I know that, you didn't kill Abigail, because... look". He showed to Will the few last texts messages send from Abigail to Stiles. 

Hi, Stiles. This is my last text to you. Don't replay, please. Hannibal said that I must be gone.  I'miss you. Take care of Will, please!" ~`Abigail

"This was the last time when she texted to me. She texted this to me, the day after you killed her. She is fine and alive, Will " he provided it.

Will read carefully this texts, he could know if it was a fake, but he knew better - this was ugly true.

"Why- why do you help me?" Will asked confused. He was so lost now.

"It will be long time to tell, and you won't understand it at all, but I really know how you feel now," he sighed, "Know too well," he looked at his watch and then at Will, "Don't say anything to Hannibal, behave like you always do, otherwise he'll kill me, and I couldn't help you anymore" said dead serious Stiles.

Will nodded, still stunned, but he whispered,  "How can I be sure that isn't a hallucination?"

Stiles almost left Will's cell, but he stopped, know very well that Will's had a trust issues to himself. He pondered a while how he could help him.

"You must trust me. I know, you don't trust anyone but... please do it for me once time" he requested "Give me your little finger and grit your teeth because it will be a little painful, but I promise, it will help you. I do it as fast as I can," replied Stiles  "You're ready?"  he asked

Will didn't understand why, but he did it. He slipped his little finger out towards Stiles, then Stiles caught it and twisted it, that made Will's eyes wet.

"Remember, Will. Pain can be the best anchor, someone important to me told me this years ago. It will bring you back to the reality" he winked at Will and walked away. "Bye Will"

He had been late, but the guy was still unconscious, so Stiles changed clothes again and left the prison. Well, maybe he should say thanks to his magic, because no one recognized him. 

***

Then he texted Lydia:

Can you remind me how to kill the Wendigo? ~ Stiles

The answer came fast

Are you seriously asking? You literally killed one in the past. Where are you? There are wendigos🤨?! ~Lydia

Yeah, Donovan, I won't ever forget about it.

Stiles😠! ~Lydia

I don't know! But I think that I met cannibal 🤔~ Stiles

The Cannibal🤯?! Oh Stiles, don't get into trouble, I'm begging you😨 ~ Lydia

Oops. It is too late.

Lydia, It's OK. I'm fine ~ Stiles

Of course! You are fine, cuz you always say “fine”😠. You are a pretty good liar, Stiles. Anyway, if you want to kill it, you can burn it, silver also work as well ~ Lydia

Thanks sis! 😙~ Stiles

I'm deadly serious, leave it, Stiles 😠 ~ Lydia

I promise that I will be careful ~ Stiles

Lydia had absolutely right, but it was too late to back out of it.

***

When he came to his flat, Agent Jack called. Stiles couldn't even eat in peace his damn dinner. He called back with a mouth full of curly fries in his mouth. He heard Jack angry voice:

"Intern Stylinski! You screwed up your first mission, I ordered you to observe Will and you fucked up. Now Will is into jail because he killed this girl - Abigail. Everything is your damn fault, Stylinski! You are dismissed now. You must be back to your school. But right now you must return the gun and bullets to me," replied Jack and didn't even wait for Stiles' answer, he rudely hung up again.

Fuck him! Deaton is more politely than him.

Stiles lost his appetite suddenly. He felt electric flows into his fingertips again. This feel worried him even more than this all situation. He needed to run like werewolves did durning full moon. He went for a running. When he returned from his jogging, he took a long shower. The tingly feeling in his fingers gone. The running was good not only for werewolves. At that moment, he felt much better than before. He finished his dinner. He turned on the TV and listened that Freddie Lounds is lost and probably she was also killed like Abigail by Will Graham.

Not Will Graham, but I dit it. I killed Freddie Lounds!

***

He thought a while what could be his next step. Against his either reasons and his logic, he decided to pay a visit to Hannibal in his residence. He rang the intercom. Immediately, the gate was opened, and then in the doorway, the Hannibal, in his usually clothes, observed him.

"Welcome to my mansion, Mieczyslaw. How can I help you?" he asked politely and also curiously 

"You are a psychiatrist, Doc. And also a therapist. I need a therapy. I can't cope after what happened," he acted to be worried

"Well... Usually I receive my patients in my office, but I think I can make an exception for you. After you."  he replied with neutral voice and invited him to house.

Stiles noticed that it was exactly the same room where Hannibal did weird things to Will. Hannibal sat down in a very comfortable armchair and Stiles walk around the room. He drummed his fingers on the rims of the books of doctor's bookcase.

"It also must be hard for you, Doc.  He wasn't only your patient but also your friend," Stiles stated without looking at Hannibal, "Are you going to visit him?"

Hannibal was a little puzzled. He didn't like when Stiles touched his books without permission. 

"That's true. We were friends, and yes it's hard to deal with it, but we don't meet here to talk about my relation with Will, do we?" Hannibal said it neutrally.

"I feel more comfortable and confident when therapy isn't common. The sole fact that I have an ADHD and I'm bursting with energy breaks the rules, right?"  Asked Stiles, walked to the office, next he noticed the sketches " You made this?"

"Yes, that's mine" he agreed but added " But please, sit down here, its easer to talk with you when you will sit beside me"  asked politely older man. He poured vine to two glasses.

" Again, I have ADHD, I can't sit without movies" Explained Stiles, but he reluctantly sat.

"I remember that you have ADHD, Mieczyslaw" added Hannibal, "And of course, I'm sad. Will lied me, he lied everyone. " he sighed, sipping a good red vine.

Excellent joke, asshole!

"So do I. And I miss Abigail, you know, I like her like a sister. And Will, you know, he was tough with me but i was his pupil " he sighed "and now he's in prison and Jack doesn't need me anymore in FBI... I'm pissed so much to Will and Jack" he took his glass with wine "I'm victim here, this is so unfair" he frowned

"I miss her too, I treated her as my daughter"- he took a sip of red liquor "So do you blaming Will for send you away, and come back to school?" asked interested Hannibal

"It's difficult to doesn't blame him, expecialy when my dreams of worki for FBI being ruined, right?"  Stiles paused his voice and looked into Hannibal's eyes. He put all the frustration in his stare.

"I'm sorry to heart that your adventure in Baltimore is over now" said stated doctor

It's your fault, you're son of a bitch!

Stiles didn't want to drink alcohol, he didn't drink anything at Hannibal mansion. He only kept his glass with wine. Hannibal still sipped his red wine.

"I heard from the TV news that Freddie Lound is missing. Now I feel guilty for being so mean to her. Jourlalist said that Will could killed her tooo," he hid his face in his hands, "I don't want to leave this town until I don't find that she is alive and safe or dead. If she will be alive I can propery apologize her kneels on my knees or if she is dead I want to be to her funneral," Stiles said with sadly tone of voice.

"It maybe take time, Mieczyslaw, but I understand it. You are tired of this situation, it's normal," said Hannibal put in floor empty glass " Don't you drink it yet?"

"I sorry, I don't have that mood to drink alcohol" expained Stiles and also put his glass in floor.

"Don't be bothered" Hannibal smiled and asked "What if you still feel guilty after you did these things?"  

"Well... Then I will go into my therapy, but unfortunately not to you, because I won't be here anymore"  he said it with bitterness in his voice  "but I haven't told anyone that much how I'm telling you now"  he sighed sadly, his eyes became watered,  he almost began to cry  " Jack demanded too much from me, he told me that I screwed up and this is only my fault..."  he acted depressed

Hannibal approached him and put his hand on Stiles shoulder. The boy looked surprised at Hannibal, who seemed worried. 

"I'm going talk to Jack tonight," Hannibal promised, "He demande too much from Will and what did it lead to?  he explained

"Really? Could you talk to this assh... to agent Jack? " asked politely Stiles with hope and added " Could you also bring him the gun whose he gave me when he ordered me to stalk Will?..." he asked nervously and and suddenly hugged Hannibal, who was frozen "Oh sorry, I guess that wasn't necessary, was it? "- he looked guiltily at Hannibal again

"I can't blame you for being a touchy-feely creature" replied the embarrassed doctor while combing Stiles' hair "Yes, I will give him it" he agreed

Perfect!

"It's a shame this didn't work... I means, us like family" he nervously laughed "You could be a great father-in-law, you can cook well and you're really interesting" Stiles smiled gently "Anyway, how much I pay for this therapy session?" asked Stiles.

The man tried to be professional. However, Stiles was also interested thing. Hannibal saw potential in Stiles, as he saw it into Abigail and, to be honest, into Will. Someday this family will be together again. Hannibal promised that to himself.

"You don't have to pay for anything, from family I don't take money for my services," Hannibal  also smiled gently. 

"Coud we be still a family? I ask you, because Abigail is dead..."  he acted like confused 

"We can be a family if it is what you still want," said mysteriously Hannibal

"I already have a father, but it would be nice to have an uncle. Can I call you my uncle?"  smiled Stiles to him

"Yes, you can, but do it only when we are at my home, because that would raise too many questions for outsiders" replied Hannibal

When Stiles left Hannibal mansion, he knew that he was on thin ice. However, he tricked the demonic fox twice time, so he also could manipulate Hannibal. If Hannibal  change Jack mind, Stiles could be stayed a little longer here.

When he come back at the flat, he wondered how much of him was Stiles, how much was Void Stiles. Since he was possessed, he has been changed, his personality evolved.
But who is he now?

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Chapter 9

Mistake

Day ago:

When the evening came, Stiles went to the bathroom to removed his lenses — he wore them in the accident if his eyes could be glow purple again. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and said to himself:

What have you done, Stiles? You wanted to save Graham, even if this guy pointed his damn gun at you twice time. Didn't you even think that might be better if you stay away? Hannibal is a damn serial killer! Hannibal is also a fucking cannibal! That supper… It definitely wasn't animal meat what I ate! This was human meat, and this did booster my powers of Nogitsune. My body almost exploded, along my Spark. The death of Freddie Lounds was done by that powers...— He washed his face and looked in a mirror again — Maybe Theo was right, Nogitsune locked up, but I still have blood on my hands. What I am becoming? — he thought, frustrated.

By the way, he shall said thanks to Hannibal, because stupid "boss" Jack allowed Stiles to stayed little longer here, after Hannibal talked to him. Stiles really didn't want to left Will Graham, when important people to Will believed, that he is a killer. Stiles was in a similar situation in the past, and he understood very well how Will Graham felt. Stiles killed innocence people, however the pack thought it wasn't him, because he was possessed by evil kitsune, called Nogitsune.  Stiles knew better that he was enough smart as he could be stopped this demon massacre, but somehow Stiles didn't do it. He watched everything what damned fox done and Stiles liked it. Did the Nogitsune possessed also his mind and soul? However, Stiles saved his father from that massacre of the police station, because knew about Nogitsune plans. Stiles saved only his dad, no one else. The rest of the policemen were murdered. Did Nogitsune let Stiles save his father or didn't? That Stiles will probably never know.

Will POV:

The next day, in the early morning, Hannibal arrived at Baltimore State Hospital. Will sit in his bunk, dressed in his dark green prison uniform. When he saw Hannibal, his muscle tensed for a moment. Will knew everything, thanks to Stiles, that Hannibal framed him.

How dare he show up here?

"Hello, Will," greeted the psychiatrist.

"Dr Lecter." Will greeted back.

"You lied to me, but I forgive you, Will"  sighed the older man.

"I didn't kill her, I swear. You are my best friend, please say, that you believe me!"  looked intense at him.

Hannibal seemed puzzled. However, he did lie if he said that Graham's sad face didn't hit him in the right spot.

"These evidence of this murder proofed that you killed Abigail, and you may be you killed Freddie Lounds"  explained Hannibal still stared at Will.

"I don't remember to did it, and I certainly didn't do anything to Freddie Lounds! Someone framed me!" he replied lauder, walked closer to the bars.

"You are seriously mentally ill, Will.  I still want to help you, but you don't let me help you" sighed disappointed Hannibal.

"Please, Hannibal. Help me and believe me. I want to get out of here. I'm innocent! " Said broken Will hid his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Will ... I can't. My duties call me. Goodbye, Will" replied Hannibal and went fast to the exit. 

When Hannibal came out, Will smirked to himself, after took his hands from his face. He planned his revenge to make punishment more or less painful for Hannibal. He had enough plenty of time to thought about it. Will noticed that he was a fucking fall guy, not only to Hannibal, but also for Jack and Alana — whose treated him like a kid.

I am done with his shit. I'm not a prey anymore.

Hannibal will regret to played with Will mind and framed him to his murders. Will had an unexpected ally — Stiles—  who believed him. Somehow, Will could also trust Stiles, even if he didn't like this boy. The main thing was that Abigail was alive. Also, Beverly was in Will's side. Jack doubted him quickly, too quickly. It was possible that Hannibal suggested something to Jack earlier.

He's a son of a bitch.

He trusted him. He gave his mental health to Hannibal's hands. He consulted with him everything. Furthermore, he opened his mind to him. Hannibal used it and framed him. Will was done with it. He will be patient, but when finally he'll get out of prison, he'll show, who was really the mongoose here.

Hannibal's POV:

Hannibal came back in his office and tried to focus and listen what his patients told him. When time for Will's session come, doctor drank his red wine and stared with silence at the empty chair opposite him. He grasped that he really enjoyed chats with Will. He noticed it too late. Not only that, but he liked to spend time with Will as his best friend. Possibly he should frame someone else? Like Alana or Jack or this annoyed man Dr. Chilton? Oh, there was also the Abel Gideon who though that he could be Hannibal's copycat. Perhaps he should frame someone random, but his boy was too smart — he could quickly discover the truth. However, Hannibal ought to have told Will all the truth and could be lured him to his side. The darkness of Will's mind hid potential, they could together…-his reflection had been interrupted by someone who knocked on the door. Surprised — he wasn't expected anyone, but he opened the door. He saw Stiles.

"Hey, Uncle," he smiled "Are you busy now? I had thoughts in my mind, and I would like to share them to you" Stiles looked hopefully at Hannibal

"Well, you surprised me, but was Will session in this time, but we knew that he can't show up... so yes, come in, please"  he moved a little away from the door, invited the boy to the cabinet.

Stiles, behaved like he was at his home, walked all over the cabinet, but he listened what Hannibal say to him.

"Dude, your therapy room looks like a torture room! Why didn't you see how it should look like from Pinterest?" he asked, smiling mischievously, touched random things.

"I should throw you out now for a "dude", I told you, I prefer that you call me Hannibal, or Uncle" Hannibal sat in his armchair and sighed "I guess you didn't come here to tell me that my cabinet isn't looking like an ordinary therapist cabinet, right?" he raised his left eyebrow. " I'm all ears".

"I had a strange dream about us. I mean about me, you, Abigail and Will. But the weirdest thing i my dream was then you kissed Will. You both seemed happy, prepared dinner together..." said Stiles, who looked at the painting now.

"It was just a dream" Hannibal felt an unpleasant feeling in his chest. He had never experienced something like this in his whole life before. And today this happened twice time. First was today, when he saw broken Will, second when he imagined what Stiles said a moment ago. Perhaps, in another life, they could be a happy family. They still can be.

"You know, Uncle," Stiles noticed that Hannibal felt uncomfortable, so he decided to push Hannibal more, "I only have a dad, my mom passed away when I was kid, and it could be nice if I could have two uncles, even if one of them is a serial killer," Stiles replied ambiguously still look at Hannibal, next he went near the fireplace.

"Does that upset you? " Asked puzzled Hannibal - "And stop walked to my room. Sit down and just try to behave like a patient, please," sighed an irritated older man.

Stiles needed to walk because he was nervous. However, eventually he sat in a comfy armchair. He held his bag on his knees, pull paper bag with fast-food and politely asked:

"Don't you mind, if I'm eating now? I'm starving" he opened the paper bag, "Do you want to taste this burger, maybe?" Stiles knew what he did.

"Don't mind me, please" Hannibal suddenly turned pale like he saw the ghost, when he saw and smelled this junk food. He was a professional therapist and he had to tolerate many weird behaviours of his patients, but never, no way in hell, none of them brought junk food for session... except Stiles. He watched terrified how Stiles eagerly ate this hamburger.

This is so disgusting! I will sick. — he thought

"Back to the topic nope, not that much" he replied after he swallowed the first bite, "But you are the psychiatrist, so you can cured him, or at least you can fix him. It's a shame that such a genius like him been stuck in jail, isn't it?" he asked and bite his hamburger again. He also drank his cola. Hannibal had enough.

"Why are you drinking and eating junk food? This doesn't even a food. You will destroy your health," explained Hannibal and added, "Carcinogenic, salty and fat, keep it away from me, please" snapped Hannial, but he couldn't focus at his conversation  when he smelled junk food here." By the way... this is interesting what you say, but I'm not a god.  I could cure him before Will was caught. Now he's in jail awaiting sentencing. The worst option is death sentence" he madeit clear to Stiles. However he realized that he didn't want anyone, except him, controls Will Graham's life and death.

"Oh..." Stiles seemed puzzed "I love eat it! It's really delishious. Don't you really want to taste it now? Maybe at least the curvy fries tempt you? You know, it's just fried potatoes," he smiled and turned fries to Hannibal, excatly knew, how doc will react. "Oh, don't be rude, I ate your dinner" he smiled wider.

"I'm sorry, I can't eat these" categorically refused paled Hannibal. He already knew that he will never taste Stiles. His body had too much toxic.

What if my long-pigs also ate junk foods? Gross! 

"But back to the topic, I want to save Will, maybe I'm asking for too much, because I owe you so much but" he started pats his fingers nervously in armrest, "But  I want your help, because notice that you like him. He is important to you" said deadly seriously Stiles

This clever boy hit the nail on the head, and it worried Hannibal more and more. But when he calmed down, he glanced nicer at Stiles again, "Do you sure that you really want save him? The serial killer? How? And how possibly can I help you?"  he asked intrigued

"How shall I say it? I thought... I think we need a plan to escape Will from prison. I haven't goods ideas yet, but if he's facing the death penalty, the plan must be finished soon," said determined Stiles, "and well, and if this work then you could curing him, perhaps in another country, I would be visit you when the internship will be over." 

"This is ridicules! The Sheriff's son urges me that I should help him for Will's escape. This is unbelievable! Why I should risk my career for Will? What if he also will kills me?" - asked a sincerely curious Hannibal, the idea could be good, but he had a better option.

He had three intriguing minds. He observed carefully this boy, who continued eating now. What if that cunned boy was the one who killed Freddie Lounds? They didn't like each other all along. He left Hannibal mansion after her. Stiles lied both of then —him and Will— acted to order a cab. Hannibal wanted to play a little longer with Stiles' mind.

"You haven't any instinct of self-preservation  You don't afraid, when you should be. It's not just ADHD."  Hannibal stared at him "I just have to ask you. If you had to kill in self-defense, did you regret it?"  and added   "And don't even try to lie me" his sounded dangerous.

"I get it. It's depent, Uncle.  But if I must killed someone in self -defence, I wouldn't have regret feels and guilty much. Self-defense isn't a bad thing. Will killed Abigail's father in self-defense, right?" - replied Stiles finished eats his hamburger.

"Yes, this's true, but he felt guilty when he killed this man but also and kind of pleasure" explained Hannibal

"It isn't pleasure, it's just relief that this evil person won't hurt you, or your family, anymore" stated Stiles "and, of course, maybe some satisfaction, because bad guy is dead. When you are a part of heroes, like Batman, whose make word better " he stood up and threw paperbag to bucket. 

"What if it wasn't a self-defense?"  Hannibal cut to the chase

"Everything depends on the circumstances" replied calmy Stiles

Hannibal already knew that he liked this sassy boy. He could fix him, like he tried to fix Will. However Stiles needed just an occasions to kill. Someone who will cross Stiles way. Someone like Freddie Lounds.

"You are interesting. Because you show sociopathic and empathic tendencies at the same time. These are in the opposition. You are like Will"  he look focused at this boy

" Definitely I'm not like Will, and for your information, my empathy powers suck" smirked Stiles, "I accepted these two wolves in me."  he added irritated, he didn't like to be psychoanalysed, expecially by Hannibal.

"Forgive me, please, Mieczyslaw. You're right. You aren't like Will. Wolves? I think, you like these animals so much, you even suspected that Will could have been a werewolf. He told me about it," Hannibal smiled, and suddenly Hannibal's phone rang, cut the silence in room.

"Hello, Jack. How can I help you, my dear friend?"  Hannibal asked politely

"Hello Hannibal. We found Freddie Lound. As I thought - she is dead. Two mushroompickers found her. It's night, so we are going to rearched this place tomorrow. We also take Will with us, and of course his guards. I hope that he'll finally start remember something" snapped Jack

"Yes, I understand. I also will be there.  Thank you for the call, my friend" said Hannibal

"Good night, Hannibal"  he hung up

After that, Hannibal stared at Stiles with a strange sparks in his eyes. He was curious what will happen tomorrow. Obviously, he will take Stiles with him. Because, why not?  He wants to observed Stiles' reactions, when they will be there.

What will you do, my cunning boy?

"I'm afraid, Stiles, that you can't apologize Miss Lounds, because she is dead. But somehow, this place, where she was buried in the woods, was quite near to my residence" 

"I have to say, I'm shocked... It is a dreadful news" replied paler Stiles. "Then I shall go. Thanks you for this seasion, you helped me a lot, Uncle" added nervously Stiles.

"Any time, Mieczysław" smiled Hannibal

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Chapter 10

Someone (finally) will helps Will Graham

He woke up into this cursed forest from Beacon Hills. Beside him was the trunk of the Nementon. When he went closer, he realized he was not alone there. The Nogitsune materialized. Stiles saw aura around a black multi-tailed fox.

“No, no, no. This is just a dream. Wake up!” — he said panicky to himself

“Oh, Stiles, It's nice to see you again. You are full of surprises”—said fox

“What do you want from me? You are trapped in Nementon's timber….” — Stiles still panicked

“Yeah. I agree with you. I'm trapped there" — he growled—"but we have a strong bond, Stiles, because I made you,” he added and went closer to Stiles, but the boy stood back.

“It can't be true!” replied a more irritated Stiles

“This is true, Stiles. This is our reality. I'm created of you. At that time, I made this... "- he pointed his sharp nail to Stiles- "body to tricked your friends. I planned to kill you after I would kill everyone important to you, and my powers could be returned to me. However, you were smarter than I thought, and I lost in my game.”—He said calmly — "I know that you enjoyed it when they were afraid of you, because you felt powerful, right? You like to be powerful" stated Nogitsune.

“Shut up!” — boy yelled.

“Oh, don't be stubborn. Open your eyes, Stiles. You need chaos, because it gives you strength” laughed the fox, “You're ravenous for chaos and pain. This is our nature.,” Nogitsune said this like proudly father.

“Fuck, shut up!!! Stop it!!! Stiles, wake up!!!!”

Stiles' POV:

Stiles woke up all sweaty. He stared at his hands and started counting his fingers. Fine, it's ten. He did it because she was afraid of that he still dream. After his ritual, he covered his face in his hands. Hannibal might know that he killed that woman. Undoubtedly today, Will be there and he finds out about true soon. He felt bad about it.

Fucking mushroom picker! 

Did he really make to purpose this chaos?

You need chaos, he reminded what Nogitsune said to him.

Nope. I don't need it, he assured himself. A short while later, he heard that his phone buzzed. Unknown number.

"Halo?" asked worried Stiles

"Good morning, Mieczyslaw. It's your "Uncle" here"  older man greeted "If you want me to help you with Will, first, I need your help" he added

"How may I help you?" asked frowned Stiles, 

" You heard yesterday, what happened. I need you to drive with me to the crime scene, Mieczyslaw. Because Will also be there. We must talk with him there" explained Hannibal

"OK, I'll go" Stiles agreed, " What time?"

"I'll be there in half an hour. I'll see you soon" Hannibal hand up

Brilliantly!  Thought sarcastic.

Stiles realized pretty late that he needed that his magic was under his control. He isn't a big fan of Nogitsune, but this evil demon could easily manipulate humans or non-humans. If Stiles possessed this ability, he could influence a human's minds, e.g. Freddie Lounds. He could erase her memories, instead of killed her.

What a glorious day, today..., he sighed sad.

Doctor Lecter picked him up at the appointed time. However, this old man dressed up like he went to a banquet, not to see the crime scene. When they arrived, he still didn't speak a single word to older men. He just wanted to disappear.
When Stiles saw her corpse, and he didn't remind to, she looked THAT awful. Anyway, several days passed already. Unfortunately, Stiles noticed that Hannibal was still analysing him.

Have you a good time, haven't you motherfucker? Do you need some popcorn?

Stiles wanted to say something to Hannibal, but at that moment Will's guards and of course Will appeared. This guy wore his green jumpsuit and had his ugly glasses on the nose. He was astonished when he saw Stiles here. Will looked closely at the crime scene and said:

"Jack, this is a bad joke, right? This is not Ripper's or the Copycat Killer's style" explained Will

"Mind telling me how you know that?"  dogged Jack

"This crime hasn't aesthetic or artistic design like the Ripper has. This is the opposite of that." assured Will.

" If you didn't do it" neither the Ripper" he sighted" when who is the murder? What his profile is?" he still drilled Will.

"Why should I help you?"  he snorted 

"Will, please, do what is required, because this psychopath can kill again," interjected Hannibal with pretend worried.

Will glared at Hannibal. Why Hannibal wanted that Will find out, who is the killer? However, after a long while, Will stayed near the body of Freddie Lounds and he closed his eyes.

The pendulum began to swing.

POV Will:

He was in the forest. He thought he was alone here. His body moved without his will. He spotted Freddie Lounds who stalked him. It is unknown why She was horrified of him.  He was mad at her. Next he catched her in his arms, her screamed, and suddenly she dropped dead. He had  to burden her, however, he had no shovel. His picked up the body and moved to another place to temporaty hid his crime. Then, what was big surprise for Will, he went to Hannibal's residence. Ultimaly  he hid under the window. The killer must saw something, heard something, but Will couldn't. Next, he moved away from Hannibal's house, stole a shovel and he returned to the woods. He threw the body into a very deep hole and  he sprinkled a lot of leafs the ground.

This wasn't a design at all.

Will opened his eyes.

"I'm right. It wasn't the Ripper, the murder didn't plan killed her, however, the killer thought it was necessary to killed her. She saw something she shouldn't have." explained  thoughtful Will.

"How she died?" Asked Jack

"I don't know, I think I have lost my ability to see it..."  Will knew that he couldn't rationally explain him, how she died.

"It seems like she was sturck by lighting," stated Jimmy.

"But when? There have been no storms for a long time." perceive Beverly.

"He had to use kind of stuff with with electricity" wondered Brian aloud.

"Could he constructed it by himself?"  asked frowned Jack.

"If he is a geniuss, he can be created it," stated Brian.

Will didn't attend to this conversation, he noticed that Hannibal still looked at Stiles. Also, this boy seemed to be thoughtful, frowned and nervous.

It was Stiles. He killed Freddie.

At that day Will spent time with Hannibal, but he didn't remember anything from that day. He thought he drank too much and he blacked out. Albeit now he thought, that there happened something more. However, the next question was, how Stiles could kill her by his own hands? Did Will's imagination tricked him, or it was virtual?

What if he didn't joke when he said that he thought I could be a werewolf? But it doesn't make sense!  thought confused Will.

"At least we knew, it isn't the Ripper," sighed dissapointed Jack

"Neither is Will," emphasized Hannibal.

"I guess, we have more important issues than random killer, because we have to catch the Ripper," said Beverly before she went to the car.

POV Stiles:

Everyone slowly went to their homes. However Stiles and Hannibal had to talk with Will. He came up to Will. When he opened his mouth Hannibal said:

"Let's him rest, Stiles. He seems to be tired" he smiled politely " I apologize for him, Will"

"What?  But... we...?" Stiles was confused

"You both behave weird." said Will and he also went to police car with his guards.

" Oh, I'm sorry, Stiles, but I changed my mind" he answered to stunned boy.

You. Are. Fucking. Asshole! You tricked me!

After the failure run aways from this cursed forest on his own. Although, Will didn't explain Jack who and how killed Freddie Lounds. Stiles didn't understand why. Unfortunately, Hannibal knew about everything and he could blackmailed Stiles, but Stiles also knew much about Hannibal's sins. And if Doctor is human, he will be fight with Hannibal's like humans do, but if he's a wendigo, he will used staffs to kill Wendigo... He already killed one this method. He could be do it again. When he come back to his apartment, he wondered how he could use his magic. He needed the mentor. His first thought was Nogitsune. But this was bad idea. The Deaton also was a bad choice. Then Stiles was reminded that he had seen the books about beasts and mythologies in Hannibal's library. However, Hannibal was the last person which Stiles wanted to meet today. Hannibal is the worst choice.

Will knew who killed Lounds, but he didn't say anything. I really want to help him with escape from this prison. It's better to not joined Hannibal on his plan. Tomorrow, Will's process is begin. I have no more time,- he concluded to himself and he made a plan.

Stiles knew, how it could work, because he hada lot of teenager experience: when plan A didin't work, it's better to have a plan B, and plan C and even plan D. It was better to be prepared too much, than to be caught. However, his magic was based by his belief. So he believed that this plan was enough.

Hannibal's POV:

In the beginning, Hannibal had fun of heavy atmosphere there. However, He was so proud, when Will critiqued Jack for used him, and he confirmed that this murder didn't make Ripper. Hannibal was sure that Jack is an idiot. Will really was gifted much potential to be screwing up to work for FBI. Will deserved some sort of prize. Because Will was genius. If Hannibal had chance to turn back time, he would do frame someone else, someone… rude. 

Stiles had zero aesthetic sense at his crime. He killed so common, wasted a overbaked long pig. Hannibal could work with it. Stiles hadn't good manners and he didn't know what it is the etiquette. But also, this boy found out that Will wasn't a Copycat. What's an intriguing young man. And the most important thing that he must gave Will's proper apology. Perhaps he should tell him the truth? But where? In prison? It could be risky. But one thing he knew for sure, he framed Will , and he is going to save Will it himself.

I must talk with Will. I don't have more time now.

Similar to his first time, he easily got his permission to see Will. Because he was Will's psychiatrist, but he also had important contacts. He was besides Graham's cell.

"What do you more want from me, Dr. Lecter?"  he frowned his eyebrows

" Good afternoon, Will. Oh, I see, you aren't in the good mood now...."  said sad Hannibal

"Yeah, you was right before. I'm fucking tired. Why you want to talk with me alone?" asked iritated Will

"You saw who is the killer today, right? Who he or she is?"  Hannibal igored this question and also asked.

"Oh, right.  You came here because curiousy killing you."  he added sarcastic and walked closer to the bars

"Do you know that you cover they's back?" Hannibal also moved closer to Will.

"Why I should tell you who killed Freddie Lounds? I thought that you wanted to help me. But now I see better than ever, that you didin't want help me at all. You framed me," he glared pissed at Hannibal.

Suddenly Hannibal frozen. He know that Will didn't a lost puppy anymore. He was on process of his becoming. 

"Will..."  he tried to say

"Shut up! You drugged me! I know it. It is fucking a miracle that without your pills I start feel better?!"  Will yelled at him.

"I'm afraid that I might have mistake about your... diagnosis" sighed nervously Hannibal.

"I'm done with you. You ruined my future. I don't deserve this, why did you this to me? Why me?" he asked sad, "Never mind, get out, I don't want to see your face anymore. Anyway, you don't help me" - he moved back from the bars and lied down on the jail bed

A strange feeling hit in Hannibal's chest again. His heart pained. He felt physical pain when Will was pissed at him. And the worst thing from this situation was that he allowed to everything happen. It was really his fault.

"Please, Will. Remember this. You are special to me and I won't let anyone to kill you, Will" he said it to goodbye.

Hannibal told him the truth. He was the only one who could kill Will Graham or let him alive. Although he never do it. Will was too precious for Hannibal. Most precious.

It's time to merge the fragile teacup together with strong glue.

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Chapter 11

Bloody Valentine

Stiles was anxious and irritated. He knew that what he has planned was extremely stupid. He hacked all cameras in the whole prison again. His gained his hacking skills when he was running with the werewolves. It was difficult to being the only human of this supernatural pack. He hadn't supernatural strength, so sarcasm was his only weapon. But besides sarcasm, he had his sharp tongue and intelligence. These experiences working for him now. Before he hacked cameras, broke the code from the BAU. He broke the fucking FBI code! It was ridiculously easy. His father's computer had better security level than they had. Therefore, he should suggest them to change this password.

He programmed something in the main computer to didn't show his place when he hacked the FBI. This will made the FBI agents will be confused. This was brilliant idea to create chaos again. And tricked the FBI. He send to each FBI's computers the same message, appearing on the desktop:

HELLO, MY DEARS FBI AGENTS. I HAVE TO UPSET YOU, CUZ YOU HAVEN'T THE RIPPER OR ME - HIS COPYCAT IN JAIL. DO YOU WANT TO PLAY A GAME? SOMEONE DIE SOON.

BTW: I HAVE YOURS SENSITIVE DATA. YOURS CYBERSECURITY POSTURE SUCK. ◦•●❤♡NO NEED TO THANK ME. ♡❤●•◦

Stiles laughed at the text after he wrote it and sent to FBI. He used a quote from The Saw II. It was hilarious! Maybe he is a little psycho. Cute but psycho.

When he was at the prison, he used his electricity powers to shake a security guard, who had a shift today to the main doors. He didn't sure that it wasn't a deadly shot. He couldn't control his powers yet. Nowadays, it was late night, so Will Graham probably slept, although if Stiles would be in Graham place, he definitely couldn't fall asleep there. He used his magic to put the other guards to sleep. Then he went to Will's cell. This guy didn’t sleep yet. He sat on his bunk and stared at Stiles, but somehow he didn't notice Stiles. His gaze was hazy.

"Hey, Dud. Are you here?" he said to Graham and waved to him.

The man absolutely was in his own world, because he even didn't react. Stiles was irritated. After all, he couldn't shout at him

"Will, wake up, dude," he snapped, tried to not be loudly, but it was enough to Will could hear him.

This man almost fell off his bunk. Did he clumsy like Stiles? Anyway, he still stared at Stiles, but he finally saw Stiles.

"Stiles? Why are you here"  Will confused came closer to the bars.

"Oh, finally! What's wrong with you? You didn’t notice me for a long while" waved his hands " They drugged you too?" asked Stiles

Will didn't be impressed and raised his brow, " I asked first. Why you are here?" he frowned.

"Honestly? I have no fucking idea, what I'm doing"  he scratched the back of his neck "But I know that you KNOW that... it was me. I just want to talk" he explained.

"And what? What do you want of me?"  Will pissed frowned his eyebrows, "In the afternoon Hannibal was also here, ask about the same.  "He sighed" "Could both of you leave me alone?"  Will was tired.

"Well..., I can't, cuz Hannibal knows my secrets as I know his well..."  Stiles was sick when he thought that Hannibal knew  his secret.

"I saw it. However, I can't explain why and how," the man walked around his cell, "I didn't see the main clue, maybe drugs mess with my empathy? " he wondered aloud.

"You see, I know that in your visions... you be able to see everything of your imagination within the limit how you could potentially do it."  stated Stiles, looked anxiously at Will   "and for this reason any crimes made by Ripper you can understand, understand his motivation. My mind can't work like yours. You are a really creepy guy." - he felt shivers run through his body Anyway " You saw, what I have really done"  he confessed also moved is legs.

"Cut this bullshit!" he said with deadly serious tone of voice.

"Easy, dude. If you don't believe what I said to you, OK this is fine. I only want to thank you, you didn't tell anyone..., I'm not sure what Hannibal has planning, maybe I will twist place with you, because, you know, all the possible options are on the table" - explained Stiles

"I didn't tell them, because I want to know what really happened then" - Will walked even closer to the bars -"And who the hell are you?" 

"Ignorance is bliss, Will, But I understand you, so we let the cat out of the bag" sighed Stiles "She..., I mean Freddie, saw who really I am, and I panicked because I have to protect those are important to me like my family, my people. So, I had to kill her because she knew about me" - he was stressed when he added - "Maybe I didn't have to. It happened, okay? I regret it, but it won't change anything." -he sighed again and combed his hair with his hand, tried to come back to the threat -"Then, I panicked even more. I... Maybe it were other options there, but back then it was just an instinct. I killed her. After that, I had to hide the body, but I didn't have a shovel to burned her, so I went to Hannibal's garage cuz it was the closet. However, when I was there, I noticed fast flashes at Hannibal's windows, so I went closer to the window and,  by accident, I heard your babbling and I overheard how Hannibal lied you in purpose, for example he said : that you were at your home, and you had a seizure, but you really were at Hannibal house, completely drugged by him," said Stiles added all the details, "I hate kind of people, who use others for their own purposes," he snapped, reminded Nogitsune or Theo. " I mean, Hannibal is the one who framed you, he is the serial killer" 

Will listened carefully what the boy said. He didn't remember much of that day. But he connected the dots either, knew that Hannibal framed him, when Stiles said that Abigail is alive. He was sure that Stiles said true. However, he didn't know how Stiles killed her.

"I'm really sorry that our relation began wrong from the beginning." he looked intense at the floor" I guess, you remind me someone who was important to me, who was close to me, well, and this is funny - he disliked me since our first met. He pushed me a lot in the wall and growled..."- Stiles realized that he went away from the first thema. - "I mean that, it's not my fault that you live with a pack of stray dogs in place named Wolf Trap " Stiles shrugged his shoulders  "I had serious reasons to thought that..."

"That I'm a werewolf?" - snorted Will, In disbelief what he heard.

"Yeah... Anyway, my friend, with I had compicated bond, doesn't like dogs. He always got annoyed when I made dog's jokes. Oh! But he likes wolves."

"This person is a werewolf, right?"  asked Will, raised his brow

"Nope, he is the Tooth Fairy" - Stiles used his sarcasm - "Yes, he is a werewolf, he has glow eyes, long fangs, sharp claws..." he looked more carefully at Will "You can;t teell it to someone.  Because hunters also hates innocent supernatural creatures. That's why we hide from humans. But if you tell someone about it, especially Hannibal, I will rip your throat with my teeth."  he warned him.

It isn't that stupid, I undestood now, why Derek kept threaten me that he did rip my throat with his teeth.

"I won't tell anyone. Anyway, No one will believe me now because I'm insane." Will sighed, "And if you aren't a werewolf then what you are?" he asked intrigued

"I'm abomination" - said Stiles in a void tone. He hid a lot in this word. When his mom was sick, she called him like that, when his dad was completely drunk, he called Stiles that many times, also after Nogitsune he thought of himself like that. And certainly when Freddie saw him she probably thought about him that . " I suppose this is name what I am," he added depressed.

"How did you kill Freddie" - asked again Will. Because Stiles still didn't tell him all truth.

"You know "how". You saw it in your vision" - repied Stiles

"My vision isn't clear. Did you kill her with your hands or you used something with electricity ?"  asked propery Will

"Both" - admitted Stiles

"Stiles... doesn't beat around the bush" - sighed iritatted Will

"Damn it! I told you to believe me . Just try to it, please." - said frustrated Stiles and grabbed bars into anger, so he unintentionally released a lot of eletric sparks around his palms whose quicly gone.

Right then, Will immediately steps back from them and Stiles. The boy saw the fear in Will Graham's eyes. 

"H-How?" He stumbled shocked.

Great... He thinks I'm a monster.

"Magic, Will"  he expained.

"What- What are you?! Get away from me. Don't come to me again."  said Will stepped back.

"I get it. I'm sorry, Will" replied Stiles with sadness in his voice, run away from Will's cell and this damn prison.

WILL POV:

Will, dressed in suit, sat on the bench of the accused. He listened carefully to the accusations against him. He also thought what Stiles told him. Unfortunately, the evidence showned him. But he didn't do it. He have to proof it.

Suddenly, an unexpected delivery gave a box adressed for Will. The judge granded him to open this packed. When Will opened it, to made surprise to everyone, bloody human ear pulled out. Abigail's ear. This was traumatic for him. However he listened that Enforcer was killed and this ear was possibly his. Will had admired.  The Andrew Sykes was mutilated in the exact same way like Will Graham allegedly mutilated his victims.  

What's more, how he heard now,  the murderer didin't only killed for Will, but he also hacked their computers, stole sensitive and secret data from the FBI and wrote a mocking message for them. 

This everything was did by Hannibal? 

He stared at Hannibal but he seems be amazed as Will. Did he act suprised or he really didn't do it? So Stiles did? Stiles can make electric sparks by himself. Stiles said that he used magic. Magic is real? He also dreamed that he was executed himself by electrocution. It is possible that this dream was provoked by what Stiles done. Will saw too much electricity for one night.

If Will thought that was the end of his tough day, he was wrong, because, Jack Crawford arrived at the court docket, explaining that he couldn't come earlier, because Miriam Lass, a Ripper's victim who worked for the FBI years ago, was found after 2 years. However, the woman suffers from amnesia.

The trial was postponed.

Hannibal POV:

Hannibal was pissed. He wanted to be the only one who save Will from the death penalty and prison. He knew how important Miriam was to Jack, he also killed. He figured that this “gift” for Will could be special. How wrong he was. Did Stiles made this shitty show? Hannibal needed to find out who did it. Everything had been complicated. However, when he finally  find out who he is, that guy will die with a long and painfulldeath. No one cross into Hannibal's plans. 

Will is mine!

Nowadays, Will was in an interrogation cell, so Hannibal, came to him again with photos of crime scene of the dead Enforcer. 

"It seems that you have an admirer." sighed a frustrated Dr. Lecter 

"Dead body and mocked message sent to the FBI and also the ear, founded Miriam.... everything for me?"  he listed" I really have to thank this person" he smiled a little to annoyed Hannibal.

"Gratitude is a perfect sign of spirituality". - Hannibal was really jealousunhappy.

"How far would you go to help me, Doctor Lecter?"  asked Will, raised his brow with smile.

"I wouldn't have come up with these.... ideas...This is a crime. I only want to know who did it."  explained Hannibal

"Fine. Give me these pictures" said to Hannibal and he closed his eyes

Will POV:

The pendulum began to swing

Will saw how he shot his Law Enforcer. He  hold a note in his hands and tried to replicate Will's murders at that corpse.

His death isn't personal.
He is merely the ink
from which flows my poem.
My tribute.

This is my design.

 

He opened his eyes.

He knew for sure that the murder wasn't Hannibal or Stiles. It was someone else, his Admirer.

"This is a different killer," Will stated, "He murdered his victim and then he mutilated it like a "my" copy. " he looked at Hannba;"  Cassie Boyle's lungs were removed while she was still breathing. Georgia Madchen was burned alive. And Abigail ear... This is interesting, because the True Admirer didn't know how she died.

"So, this is a mere imitation.?" Hannibal replied

"But you already knew that," sighed Will

"I thought it did someone...else," added Hannibal

"Someone named Stiles?"  Will asked directly

"Pardon?" asked stunned Hannibal

"Do you think, that Stiles done it?"  repeated  Will, stared into Hannibal's eyes

"You are, for some unknow reasons, important to him but we know that Stiles didn;t do it.  You have a unknow admirer now," he spatted out the last word in disgusting. 

"I can't believe! Are you jealous?"  smirked Will

"It's time to go, I have my duties. Tomorrow will be tough day for both of us" - Hannibal fixed his cuffs and his tie as he got up from the table - "Bye, Will" - he added nervously.

Suddenly, he thought about Stiles. Will was too tough for him, because he panicked like Stiles would say. He must apologize this boy.

"Wait!"  he stopped Hannibal "Another issue is there, could you stay a while longer, please?" he asked politely

"What bothers you?"  replied Hannibal

"Stiles also visited me yesterday, but I treated him tough..."- he felt uncomfortable when he said it " And could you..."

"You want me to talk with him? Good. I also need to talk with our boy," Hannibal stated

"Do you believe in supernatural word?"  asked Will

"Why do you ask?" - replied suspiciouslyHannibal

"I asked you first" emphasizeed stated Will

"Don't you notice that you have the special gift kind of supernatural powers to can entering the minds of murderers and see their crimes?"  reminded Hannibal

"I'm not supernatural creature. Do you know kind of this "humans"?" - said a frustrated Will

"I afraid I can't answer it. I have to go," he replied, quickly went out from Will's cell and left the prisom.

" Damn you, Hannibal" - said angry Will to empty room after he punched the wall.

Will sat stunned. Hannibal was weird. In the beginning, Hannibal lied to him and tricked him into believe that he was mentally ill and next he framed Will into his murders, but after that he seemed to be angry and confused and...jealous. What the hell? And he promised that he help him, after he did. Where is logic here? Another issue was the sudden appearance of Miriam. All on a day when Will's life was at stake. This was no accident.

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Chapter 12

Make a deal with the Cannibal

POV Stiles:

Stiles was after a long walking. Walk and runs always calmed his mind and ADHD. He couldn't ignore his magic any longer, or else it will be in razors edge. If he wants to it under his control, he must finally accept it.

This is my magic. 

He wasn't sure, that he was still a human, whether possible that his "human label" died when his original body turned to dust. However, that didn't change anything, he was still himself, no one controlled him, his magic was his responsibility. He had feels that he maybe did much more than he could. Finally, he possessed the ancient power of the dark fox. He also maybe was powerful, he could protect those he loves, he could kill his enemies.

When he entered his apartment, he noticed that someone was sitting on his chair.

Fucking Hannibal.

He was amazed to see the Doctor in his room, but he knew that Hannibal must have had good reasons to be here. Stiles closed the door and leaned against the wall.

"Hey. Why are you doing here, uncle?" Stiles asked nervously, "You broke into my room," he said, raising one eyebrow

"Hello Mieczysław," the older man greeted him, "Will asked me to check you," he added, emphasizing the word "check" which sent chills down Stiles' spine.

"Why would he even ask you for this?" replied amazed Stiles.

"Because, when you visited him at late night, you created complete chaos around you, and you have got him worried, Mieczyslaw " Hannibal stared intense into him.

"Oh... Will is insane, right? Why do you believe him? How could I get into a well-guarded prison?"  The boy continued to acted innocence.

Hannibal smiled gently. He liked this mischief more and more.

"This is an excellent question.  I also want to know." Hannibal answered seriously

"Why should I tell you? Will trusted you, and he stuck into jail now" he pointed out.

"Why do you think that this is my fault? Will is my best friend, so I could never..."

"Oh... Don't shit me! So this is the real reason why you framed him for your crimes? It makes sense." said sarcastic, felt angry and some tingling sensation in his fingers. He was fed up by Hannibal's chaos. Why he talked about elephant in the room?! When he realized what he said, it was too late. He said it.

Fuck me!

"I don't understand?" Hannibal did force smille, he glared at Stiles now  "What do you mean?" he emphasized "mean" and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, fuck you! You excatly know what I mean. I'm done with your shit!" durning Stiles was pissed, his Spark was charged. He stared to his fingers and saw few sparks aroud his fingers, "Do you like electricity, Uncle?" He asked calmly, shown him hand with eletric magic, to warned Hannibal.

"Mieczysław, language. How many times I must to tell you this? "Hannibal didn't seem surprised or impressed by Stiles show, "I don't like electricity," he answered atfer awhile bared his sharp teeth to Stiles, also as a warn. But Stiles didn't afraid. Quite the opposite, he was so pissed.

I knew it! 

"You're a Wendigo," he pointed out at Hannibal, "I hate Wendigos," he shuddered. Now he saw a lot of red flags.

"And you are the Void Fox. I could smell it from the beginning" he replied with comptented smile.  "You are just an uncontrolled pup" and he added "You hurt me because, I don't intend to hurt you. I like you, Mieczysław." Hannibal assured and he was comfortable in the chair.

Great. Psychopathic men as Peter and Hannibal likes me, but Derek can't even…

"I don't care that you like me or whatever, you're a evil guy. You did to Will awfull things..," he felt that his powers grow more and more with his anger, "I know how it's like to be controlled by a monster," Stiles snarled. He had a silver knife hid in his pocket. He was going to kill this wendigo. His spark was ready.

"Interesting," said Hannibal sincerely intrigued, "Now I see, why you are an untrained fox" he didn't move, when Stiles pulled out the knife, he was barely only a few steps away from this guy. "I really like you, Mieczysław, so I give you a advice now," he looked into Stiles' eyes, "If you kill me, you'll deprive him his True Mate, and I think, you know well what it's like to live without THAT person by your side, Mieczyslaw.  Your scent smell like abandonmend, heartbreak and loneliness." he revealed  his neck, "But go ahead, do it," the man whispered ironically.

Stiles was ready to attack Hannibal, but when he heard that Will and Hannibal were True Mates, he had concers.

"Bullshit! How could you do that things to your True Mate?" Stiles said amazed, was playing with his knife durning all time, to distracted his hyperactive brain.

"I didn't know either, no one is perfect" sighed Hannibal, " But things can be still fixed," he wondered aloud.

"No way. He is ..."- it couldn't get out of Stiles' mouth.  "You changed him!"  he accused Hannibal

"Yes. He will . Becomes. The moment that his transformation started I could smell his scent. He's my True Mate," the older man explained

"My congratulations. You're screwed up. You send your True Mate to jail!" - shouted Stiles, wondered how much of it was Hannibal's manipulation, how much was truth. "Why are you telling me all this now?" he frowned still leaned against the wall.

"You said either that you want to help Will, I also want to help him, but someone..." for the first time Stiles saw annoyed Hannibal. 

"What?" "Stiles didn't understand what Hannibal was talking about.

"Will has an admirer, a pathetic copy of me," he grumbled, "He helped Will, he interfered with my plans," he relipied, frowned his brows.

"So... what does it have to do with me?" he asked still played with the knife.

"You can break into prison again ... even though I'm a Wendigo, I don't have these powers what you have," Hannibal explained, looked intence at Stiles.

"Why should I help you?" asked astonished Stiles.

"I know one Void kitsune that she could be help you, could train you," he still looked at Stiles.

"What? Void Kitsune are trickers. And how can I cooperate with you without either trains my powers?  Actualy I'm a fucking time bomb!" Stiles shouted mad at Hannibal.

"Unfortunately, we don't have time, and this admirer must be destroyed and we eliminated the problem immediately," he stared at Stiles' knife " Coud you put it 

"I'm won't kill him," Stiles snaped

"Me neither, I want you to bring him to me. You don't have to worry about anything also . Hannibal smiled mischievously

"I don't have really choice, do I? I will work with you, Hannibal." Stiles replied

I made a pact with the devil.

***

Tommorow Stiles was going to observe Will's cell of the closet. He was good at stalking people. He stalked Derek, Lydia, Theo and others. He could do it again.  Lying in bed, he  wondered about if he did the right thing not by killing Hannibal, cuz Hannibal could kill him. Also, this man called him a Void Fox. Is Stiles a kitsune? Or maybe something he is else? He thought about it, before he fell asleep.

****

And again he was up next to Nementon, on the stump sat the black fox with silver irides. Nogitsune. But this time something was different. He noticed that the fox was nervous, what was unusual, because Nogitsune was always confident and powefull.

"How could you had a deal with that dissgusting creature such as Wendigo? We are pride foxes! We don't help others, especially, when we don't have any benefits of it,” Nogitsune growled dissapointed.

"I'm not a fox," Stiles sighed, tired of talking to another psychopath twice time a day, "He promised to help me"

"Do you believe him?  fox snorted "I thought you are smarter, kit," sighed Nogitsune, "We are creator of chaos, we don't perfom someone orders!" he growled even louder. 

"I don't believe him, but maybe he didn't lie today. He needs me, and I feel like I'm losing myself, you gave me this shit, I didn't ask for it! I didn't want this powers!" Stiles also growled at the fox.

"Neither I am, but this happened and now you are my creation, my descendant. Just accept it!" Nogitsune growled again, "you had a foxy personality and soul before I possessed you even befor you started run with werewolvies. You born with it, that's why I chose you that time" he explained.

"I'm not your creation, I'm not yours anything ever again," Stiles shuddered, recalling that time when Nogitsune controled his body.

"I see, maybe, my revenge went too far. It traumatized you," Nogitsune said as an afterthought, "but I've never treated well the owners of the bodies."

"I'm glad we came to have an agreement," Stiles replied sarcastically.

"Accept your true nature, Stiles. You fight with it all the time, that's why you don't have under control. Do you remember how you felt when we sowed chaos together?" the fox purred.

"I don't want to remember it, it wasn't me," Stiles said angrily

"I didn't fumble with your emotions then, it was all you. That time I was amazed when I recognized that you really liked my chaos," the fox smiled, "it's your nature, your magic, and part of my void power is yours alone. You're a magical werefox," he pointed to Stiles.

"No… I... no!"  Stiles started panic and suddenly woke up from sleep drenched in sweat and breathing quickly.

Fucking Nogitsune!

***

The next day, Stiles broke into the prison again. He was dressed up as a paramedic, and had his forged ID. He didn't know how Hannibal did it in such a short time. He come nearl Will' cell and overhearded when Will talked to someone here. They didn't see him, because the wall hid behind him:

"...obviously, you realize Chilton records every word said in here? "Stiles heard Will's voice.

"Who do you think unwired the mics?" said proudly another man's voice.

"You killed the bailiff during my trial."  Will didn't even ask. Noticed Stiles.

"I thought it would exonerate you. I read your files often enough. Easy to recreate your work. It was so specific" replied  man

Who he is? Stiles wondered.

"Why are you trying to help me, Matt?" Will asked directly

He is Matt. At least I know his name.

"Have you seen the way that smaller birds will mob a hawk on a wire? You and me, we are hawks, Mr. Graham. Hawks are solitary. And that's their weakness. Enough of those smaller birds get together, and they chase hawks away. Imagine if the hawks started working together" Matt told his vision, Stiles heard his steps.
"Why did you want to talk to me?"  Matt asked.

"I need a favor" said mysteriously Will

"I'm always happy to do a favor for a friend. Just say the words" Stiles didn't heard steps, propably the guy stayed.

"I want you to kill Hannibal Lecter" Will said it with  stron voice as steel.

Holy shit! Why I told him the truth, he going to kill Hannibal now. Damn it! Stiles panicked, but still listened their conversation, hid behind the wall. However nothing important they said to each other.

When Matt finally receded of the cell, Stiles started stalked him. He observed him carefully, but he knew he couldn't stalk Matt forever, so when this guy finally was in the break room only with Stiles, he attacked Matt. Boy knew where to hit his stomach, hit this spot once or twice, so that man quickly fainted.. Now, being perhaps nonhuman, his power has some benefits? When Matt passed out, Stiles reported to bosses that Matt was unconscious and they calledan ambulance ( with Hannibal dressed up as the doctor). This time, Stiles didn't have to worry about monitoring, because Matt turned off the wiretaps, and Hannibal turned off he monitoring. Matt was taken to the hospital for observation. Hannibal knew exactly which hospital, which ward, and which room he was in. Matt won't get out of it soon, Stileswas sure, that he injured something in Matt's tummy. Whoopsy!

***

Nex day, Stiles really didn't understand why Hannibal took him in the courtroom when Will was being trialed. It is possible that Hannibal wanted to keep an eye on him. Why he must be in this fucked up circus? Hannibal testified today. It couldn't be a better irony. Stiles, if he could, would bust of laugh, but people there could be consider him like insane. So he coudn't. He watched from a distance how Will reacted to Hannibal. Will definitely hates Hannibal. 

Mating courtship can be considered as disastersuccessful

Hannibal testified, verging on half-truths and a quarter of the truth, but nothing that could prejudice Will. Apparently, he really wanted to unscrew all this crap. Too bad he hadn't thought about it sooner. Now, Will is not interested in being a True Mate for Hannibal. The Murderous Husbands won't come here so quickly. The boy remarked that even for Will it was a surprise, that Hannibal was defending him. Graham felt lost again. Stiles felt sorry for Will. He understood him well. Nogitsune also began to behaved unusually. Stiles also felt lost in this relation. 

The judge was relentless, even despite clear indications of Will's innocence, he refused to acquit him. He closed the trial, and Will could be convicted the next day. However, for this judge, this day was his last day. And before the boy and Hannibal “visited” Matt at the hospital, Stiles had the unpleasure watched what Hannibal was doing with the judge's dead body. It was definitely fucked up. Nogitsune wasn't that fucked up. 

Stiles just agreed to kidnapped Matt from the hospital, but gore things it was too much for him. He saw too much today. He felt like, he was about to throw up his last meal. A little disappointed Dr. Lecter allowed him to return to the FBI apartment. If he hadn't allowed, Stiles would run away, anyway. He felt overloaded. If he had been in this chaos for a little longer, he propably have exploded. And it's such a pity for beautiful Hannibal mansion.

He hit bed with his clothes, even without shower. He just wanted sleep. As long as he doesn't meet any psychopaths in his dream. He met enough psychopaths today. He began to miss his werewolves.

POV Hannibal:

He was so proud of this boy. Hannibal saw potential in him. If he had a son, he would to he will be like Mieczysław. His magic is dangerous, his powers are wild, Hannibal have to respect this boy. Today, he saw the determination of murder in those whiskey eyes. Hannibal won't do play mind games to Stiles.

He hadn't plan to murder this judge, but that man didn't follow his instructions so he had to killed him. You must eat the rude. Well, he won't eat this judge, he didn't take anything from judge's body, he loathed this man. He was failed junge because who want an innocent person like Will sent to capital punishment? Even Hannibal wasn't that cruel, was he?

He looked at chained Matt to the wall, injuring his junks. It was going to be an interesting and long night.

Will Graham is only mine!

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Chapter 13

Fishing

The same day POV Will:

Will couldn't sleep all night, thinking what Stiles told and shown him. He started to believe in the supernatural. He saw this with his own eyes. Hannibal didn't seem to be surprised when he asked about it.  Although this man didn't answer if he believed or not. Whether Hannibal didn't believe, he could say it. Unless he's still cheating him?
Lying on his bunk, he had flashbacks of what Hannibal done to him. He remembered now, how fast lights blinked, when Hannibal gaslighted him and when suspicious drugs injected into his veins. He felt really despised this guy. Hannibal didn't only frame him for his own murder, but, exactly as Stiles said, he arranged Will that he had serious mental illness. In addition, it wasn't Hannibal who killed for him, but his mysterious admirer. This situation wasn't nice for Hannibal, because his plans were ruined. Hannibal's rules doesn't exist anymore. However, Will wanted to know his new rules.

After he met his admirer, he was stunned. Will didn't even though that he met him either. But his admirer was Matt. However, he was convinced that Will is the Ripper…

As if I didn't have enough problems!

He sighed. He had to play this cart for his benefits. This guy could do anything for him, couldn't he? He reminded what he said to Matt:

"I want you to kill Hannibal Lecter," 

Well... Will told him to kill Hannibal, and if Matt failed his mission, at least Hannibal will eat Matt. Will had nothing to lose. Matt was insane, Will saw the madness in his eyes, Hannibal was an intelligent psychopath. Only time would tell who of them survive. 

When Will dressed up his button-up white shirt, suddenly he felt strange. Like as, something grown up inside him and wanted to rip his back and head. But when he touched his body, he felt nothing abnormal. However, something changed, he could feel it in his bones. He didn't know what yet, but he would find out soon.

Although he was ready, another paramedic guy came to him. He heard that Matt fainted in social room. And by a strange coincidence, the cameras didn't work then. Recently, they often spoiled. Will was pretty sure it was Hannibal job. He had to overhear what Will talked to Matt. Nervously, he got into the FBI car. He got a feeling that something else happen today.

***

He was flabbergasted when he saw Stiles on the courtroom. What he was doing here? Anyway, after everything what Hannibal done to him, he was really curious about how many times he lied. But when Hannibal lodged a deposition, Will was shocked. He listened everything. Hannibal found an alibi for him. He used Matt's crime as Will's alibi. It didn't make any sense to Will. Why Hannibal would defend him after framed him and, also, destroyed their friendship? Hannibal knew that, earlier or later, Will would find out that he was a cannibal and serial killer. What Hannibal's motives are now? Maybe this man was really insane?

He looked ambivalently at Hannibal, no longer knowing what to think about him. He hated Hannibal with his whole heart, but today this guy tried to save him, tried to convince the court. But everything what he did to Will either… It was impossible to forgive him, neither forget about everything. However, he didn't want to fight anymore, he wanted to end his suffer. Tomorrow he will hear his ruling.

Although, when he returned to his cell, he felt nothing, he was empty. He didn't even want to change his clothes, but he was forced, so he wore his uniform and laid down on his bunk. After a while, he napped, because when he woke up, it was evening and he had a guest. The worried Alana walked to his cell.

"Oh... You want to say goodbye, right? How kind of you." he said sarcastically to her.

"Will... Your judge was murdered, it's done by the Ripper or someone else..."she sighed tired, but her voice also had hope.

"What? "Will was shocked

"Because of that other judges are afraid to ruling about your case" she explained

"So, Won't I be executed?" he asked hoped

'Yes, Will. You are acquitted. There are no proofs, except the ear you vomited that you are the Ripper," she sighed again, "Your old paramedic was also kidnapped from the hospital, something strange happening here, people started to be scared," she admitted

"Has he been kidnapped?"  Will asked, amazed -"Are you also afraid of me?" he walked closer to the bars.

"No, Hannibal confessed... that he did a horrible mistake in your diagnosis. He gave you wrong medications, and it harmful you, but he really apologizes," she looked at him, "However, Miriam didn't say it was you, she said that the Ripper worked alone, but she doesn't remember what was his face, she doesn't remember much about her time of detention"  she added it more tired 

"Oh, right. You need me, because you're stuck now. Or just Jack sent you here?" Will spatted

"Enough, Will. It isn't like you think, all evidences pointed that you as a serial killer," she stared down at the floor, "Jack also apologize. At first, he felt guilty when he thought that you were a murderer, because he pushed you too much, second, he feels bad that he didn't trust you..."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know if I could ever again work as an FBI profiler," he snapped, "I'm tired of all of you. Well, If I don't die tomorrow, leave me alone. Because I want to sleep all nights and all days. I have nothing more to say, Alana" he glared at her.

"Of course. I understand, I'm really apologize, Will," she said softly and she walked away

Will couldn't believe that he was free. Hannibal killed the judge and the others judge was terrified. He also probably killed Matt. Will really didn't understand anything. Hannibal realized that Will knows who he is. And despite that, he saved Will from death. It pissed Will so much. 

Where Abigail is? Stiles said that she is alive…so where she could be?

Exhausted of the whole day, stressed and torn by his tough emotions, for the first time he slept well without any nightmares.

***

HANNIBAL RESIDENCE, POV HANNIBAL:

Hannibal finished his tableau made of Matt's body. Will was definitively acquitted. However, he knew that it wasn't enough for Will, his True Mate was still pissed at him. He had to do something more. In whatever way, he couldn't do what Will waited. He didn't intend to put himself into jail as Will would wish. He had to call "dead" Abigail. She was so much important to Will. However, he won't bring her here to Baltimore. She was safe in his house in Cuba. Hannibal needed to talk with Will about upcoming travel to Cuba, but he could do it only when his precious boy calmed down. In the end, he will forgive him. Will had to.

There's one last thing, he would like to keep Mieczyslaw close to him. This boy knew too much. But Hannibal, undoubtedly, couldn't kill him. Because, he had a deal with him, and it's difficult to cheat foxes. Mieczyslaw is kind of fox. Importantly, Hannibal always keeps his agreements. He had to write to Chiyoh. She was the only one, who could be help Mieczyslaw with his unique powers. He cleaned up his basement, threw his overalls, come back to his room and poured a glass of red wine. He began to write a letter.

***

POV WILL:

Will wore his casual clothes, ready to get out of this CURSED prison, when Jack suddenly shown up. Didn't he say it clearly, that he no longer do anything for the FBI? He looked repulsed at his former boss.

"Hello, Jack, I thought I was very clear to Alana" frown his brows irritated Will

"Good morning, Will. Yes, she forwarded me everything, but I want to begging you to I'd like to ask you to reconsider. Because we need you. I'm deeply sorry that I let you down" he looked tired " But you must understand Will... that your talents still can save many lives. Eventually we'll catch the Ripper together, sooner or later," Jack begged Will.

" I am willing to consider it. This job almost destroyed me. I'm not going to risk my  mental health anymore. And as for the Ripper? You have him under your nose for a long time and you can't catched him. That;s why you'll never catched him" sighed Will with frustration.

"Do you know who the Ripper is?" the man seemed amazed and looked at Will with hope.

"You either know, you see him everyday, but you don't want to see the evidence, these proofs, that your best friend Hannibal isactually the Ripper," he said, spitting out his last words.

"Will, I understand that you blame Dr. Lecter for wrong diagnosis, but it's unfair totake revenge like this. He's my old friend, I know him very well," certain worried Jack.

"Do you?"  he laughed ironically, "we have nothing more to talk about." snapped Will and walked out of prison, leaving amazed Jack

***

Durning he driving his car, he wondered who cared about his dogs when he was in jail. Because of all this shit, he forgot about his dogs. After he arrived to his house and got out the car, immediately his dogs recognized him and run for it happy. He noticed that, there Beverly stood on the porch, and what more, Stiles was next to her.  However when  the boy saw him, he quickly hid inside Will's home, only this woman came to greet Will.

"They missed you so much, they howled without youevery day and night. This boy helped me with these pups. He must be kind of dog charmer or something, cuz since he cared about your pets, they calmed down"  she explained with smile in her face and hugged Will  "Good to see you, Will"  she smiled wider.

Will was frozen being hugged, but he really needed it. He hugged back. She was his a true friend. She didn't betray him. She also cared about his dogs and home. A friend in need is a friend indeed.

"Wherever I am, this boy is also appears... He didn't cause you any trouble?"  he asked "Good to see you too, Bev!"  he smiled back. He didin't smile for a long time.

"Nope, he a good boy, even he can cook better than me" she giggled" He has good with animals. He talked a lot to them, like he talked to human. He's special, just like you." she winked at him.

When they went to the house, Stiles was almost packed and ready to run away. He avoided Will's stare. He remembered his last met, and how Will reacted to his magic. He had to explain better his power but not now. Stiles just wanted to go out unnoticed.

"Since yours owner back, you don't need me anymore. Bye, furr guys" Stiles said it to the dogs and went to the door.

"Wait!" Will stopped him.

The boy looked back at him amazed and he shuffled his feet impatiently.

"What is going on?" asked Stiles still avoided Will eyes.

"Thank you for cared about my dogs, Bev told me everything," he smiled gently to this boy.

"You welcome, Will. I have a lot of experience with , you know..." Stiles didn't know how to say it. He still felt so uncomfortable when he saw Will. He saw to much things connected with Will. Bad things. 

"I believe you," Will said to him.

"What?" Stiles finaly look at Will

"You wanted me to believe you. I believe you,' repeated lauder Will, "Please stay longer here with us, I want to invite you... to go fishing." he added and he did little smile.

The room fell silent . Stiles stared amused at Will. Because Will said he believed him and invited him to go fishing.

"It will be pleasure to me but I don't know how to fishing, I never did it before," Stiles rubbed his neck in embarrassment

"It is no problem. I'll teach you, it's easy," Will still persuaded him.

"Fine..." replied unsured Stiles.

So Stiles didn't ran out, oppsite he helped with dinner, and after that he went fishing with Will, while Beverly washed dishes at home.

***

River, POV Stiles:

He was excited, he didn't lie, he never fished either. His dad didn't like it, also he didn't have any family besides his dad. Will showed him how to choose a bait, how to hold a fishing rod. And above all, he told Stilles that he can't do sudden movements while he was wading in the water.

"Dude, I have ADHD, I can't stay long time without a lot of movies"  he whined and he casted the rod without too much optimism - "Morover, water and electricity... it is bad decision, you know?" he added worried. He didn't want hurt Will.

"Do you want to electrocute me?" asked seriously Will

"Hell no! but I don't know how to control it well..." confessed Stiles even more worried than before. 

"Can't you control it"? asked Will

"I just told you that" he sighted " I didn't want kill this woman...Freddie Lound" he stared at water.

"But you had control then, you did it in purpose, because you wanted to hid your secret" stated Graham

"Yeah, this is true. But I hate my powers, I'm a monster, Will. I'm still afraid that i could lost control" he added "I'm afraid of himself" 

There was an awkward silence between them. Will was thoughtful and after a while he unexpectedly asked:

"Do you killed Matt?" looked at Stiles now

"Hell no! Why would I?" Stiles shouted after suddenly remineded to be quiet. He added more quietly "It wasn't my business"

Fuck, I won't catch any fish now. Damn you, Hannibal.

"Don't scream. You scared off these fish..." sighed Will " If it wasn't you, so.... oh, of course" Will was irritated. He found out who kill Matt.

"I know that," Stiles replied angry at himself, " This is your fault, Will. You said to Hannibal to check me. So he broke in to flat. he sighted" I did a deal with him. I had to obseve you and your admired, in exchange for he help me with my powers"  he explained " I broke in jail agan and I overhearded when you said to Matt that you want him to kill Hannibal. This was cliffchanger, you know?" he told him" "You said Matt to murder Hannibal, It was excellent idea, Willl," Stiles said sarcafistic and added after a long moment, "I also tried to kill Hannibal before, I don't like this guy."  he snarled. " But I did a deal with him"

"You have a deal with Hannibal.  Why you...? eh nevermind"  Will was dissapointed

"I didn't have a choice" added Stiled " By the order of Hannibal, I knocked out Matt that day, after next day I knocked out your judge... Hannibal did the rest" he avoided Will's eyes." I helped him in murder"  he frown his brows.

There was an awkward silence between them again.

"Are you a wizard?" Will asked after long while still stunned.

"I told you, I am an Abomination. If I were Harry Potter, I'd be overjoyed but I'm not" he answered

"But you have magic ..." - Will was still confused

" Yes, but I don't know what I am, Will" he admitted with sad

"I'm sorry. This is new to me," Will explained, "And it look like you really scared all the fish now," he laughed, "You really are a disaster, Stiles"

"Just like you, Will. Just like you" boy winked to him with smile.

"You know, I fishing with Abigail either... Do you...do you know where she is now?" Will asked with hope

"Why you ask me? I'm not a god, I don't know everything" he replied, offended

"Didn't Hannibal tell you?" Will frowned.

"Don't say ths name aroud me. I don't want to see him," Stiles snapped, "I'm the son of the guy who is a sherrif ... but yesterday I did many illegal stuffs," he stared at the water, 

After that Will noticed that Stiles closed his eyes and touched the water by fingers. He quickly felt his rod starting to stretch. It turned out that Will caught a beautiful huge fish. Turning to Stiles, he saw big smile on Stiles' face.

"It's not an abomination, it's a gift. How did you do that?" said Will in awe.

"There are no spells, only faith, I believed that a beautiful fish took your hook," he winked at Will, "I used the same magic when I wanted to you and yours dogs were in deep slept" he explained

"That's why you could run away from my house!" 

" You're the one who scaring the fish now," he laughed and added, "I panicked, okay? And I was starved, if you recalled it, you gave me only a tea..." he did sad face.

"Oh, reallly?" he mocked Stilles "I didn't had to intive you into my house, I could had call the police, because you stalked me," Will said deadly serious

"Okay, I get it. I get it. It was very delicious and nutritious tea," Stiles replied, he raised his hands up

Both men burst out laughing again.

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Chapter 14

I'd like to resume my therapy

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Chapter 15

Fox

Will was gobsmacked now. Natheless he had horribly experiences, he realized that he knew nothing about the world. The fortune mocks and laughs at him. In fine, he worked as a FBI profiler, next he was framed for murders he didn't commit, and he was betrayed by a person who he trusted the most, and who was the Ripper - exactly the same person who Will searched. Next, he planned revenge. In the meantime, Stiles appeared, and he turned into a fox. Eventually, Will sat in Hannibal's car and the unconscious Stilesfox was in cage. They managed to catch a ferry. Day at the ranch, right? 

When they were on the ferry, everything went well. Maybe ferry's personnel saw weirder things here than a fox in a cage, because they weren't impressed. He couldn't believe that he's going to see Abigail after months. Safe and sound Abigail. This was a miracle. He didn't know how Hannibal managed to organize it all so quickly and efficiently. Now, when they arrived to Cuba, he sat in the Hannibal's car again, looked through the window, thought again about Abigail. Did Hannibal brainwash her too? Did she know that Hannibal framed him for his murders? How long she knew about the truth? Why she didn't warn me? He had so many questions.

"You're quiet more than usual, it worries me, Will" - Hannibal try broke the silent in the car.

"Really?" - mocked Will, looked at Hannibal with no emotions.

"To be honest... This must be hard for you." - answer Hannibal focused to drive.

"Whose fault it is?"  Will asked sarcastic and turned his head to the window

"You are still angry at me...even if I try to fix everything for you"  sighed, he felt disappointed. 

"You wouldn't have to fix everything if you didn't destroy everything. - Will snapped, stared at landscape.

"You are so unfair, Will. I apologized to you properly."  recall Hannibal, frowned.

"I'm afraid I can't forgive yourself so easily."  Will sighed and added, "and I don't trust you at all".

"However, you are here with me." noticed Hannibal with little smile on his face.

"Because you said, if I go with you, I could see my Abigail. " Replied bored Will.

Hannibal didn't say anything else, because he was very jealous at that moment. 

When they arrived and got out of the car, Abigail ran to them and hugged a confused Will, who quickly hugged back. She hadn't ear, it was proof that he vomited her real ear that day. Did she allow to Hannibal cut off her ear? Hannibal is a monster. He hugged her even  tighter, still couldn't believe that he hold her in his arms. They both pulled back awkwardly, he noticed that Hannibal chat in a different language with a woman who stood outside the door. She was an Asian woman, he held a gun in her hands. He didn't know what hers intentions were, but Hannibal knew her, and with a gesture of his hand, he called Abigail and Will to come to them.

"This is Chiyoh," he pointed to the woman, "She is my old good friend. I sent her here to help Mieczyslaw"  he said it to Will and Abigail " And this is Will, he is my 中間市 and this young lady is Abigail. She is my adoptive daughter" He introduced them to the woman.

"Stiles? Is Stiles here? Where?" asked happily Abigail, looking around for Stiles

"This is our next problem" sighted Will

"Abigail, what you heard now, can shock you, but I know that you can keep a secret," Hannibal smiled proudly, "Supernatural world exist, this isn't just a fairy tale, and Mieczyslaw is one of mystic creature, either Chiyoh is. She is Void Kitsune, a demonic fox" he explained

The woman responded with silver eyes and her black fox aura shown around her. The girl took a few steps back, terrified, and she grabbed Will's hand, who was also standing confused.

"Wh-what? How?"  she turned pale, " So Stiles is Void Kitsune like her? Where he is?" she asked nervously

"In the car" answered Chiyoh " and he is not Kitsune..." She walked over to the car, opened the back door, and took out the cage with a panicked black fox.

The animal was already conscious and hissing at the woman. His eyes glowed violet and her glowed back silver. Next, fox noticed his enemy, she was another predator, his ears were flat to his body, he growled louder, showed his teeth and up his fur. However, he seemed oblivious of the magic he had, acting like a wild fox.

"Wow. Is it Stiles? Why does he behave like this?" Abigail asked stunned and worried about her friend

"His animal's side isn't connected with his magic side and his human side"  Chiyoh added  "Three parts of him are unconnected now"  she stared at the fox " Magical foxes are very rare, to be honest I never met this creature earlier, perhaps, because no one defeated Nogitsune before in history... or another evil Void Kitsune. He is really unique and powerful."

"I know about it, that's why I require you to help him. He needs you, Chiyoh"  said Hannibal

"No. You need him, Hannibal. You want to use him." frowned Will

"I want to have all unique, non-ordinary things, but don't worry, you are my precious one, Will" agreed Hannibal with little smile

What a crazy motherfucker you are.

Will opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was increasingly irritated at Hannibal. Hannibal schemed it. He invited everyone to his home, also took Stilesfox with them. He knew what Stiles was all along. Stiles was possessed by a Japanese demon. He recalled what this boy said this to him when he was in jail.

I understand you better than you think, Will

And he really does. Will didn't know the whole story, but he was sure that Stiles didn't lie. Stiles knew that feels when someone use your body and mind. Maybe that's why Stiles was so loyal to Will.

***

While Hannibal was preparing dinner, Will had time to talk with Abigail in person. This girl seemed to be lost and confused, exactly like he felt now. So he decided to didn't ask about tough cases to Abigail yet. Eventually, the time will tell, when they be able to talk honestly to each other. Luckily, Will had another person in this room, who could also ask.

"You are the same kitsune as Nogitsune?" - asked Will stared at Chiyoh confused and concerned

"Kind of"  she answered drinking her tea" Nogitsune is the worst Void Kitsune... I never possessed anyone like he did, I'm better kitsune"  she added proudly

"That was the main reason he stubbornly wanted to help you, Will," Hannibal said, entering the dining room with plates. He knew what it's like to be used by someone, lost control. Like... " he changed topic" I understand his motives now. What a dignified boy we have." Hannibal joined into theirs conversation.

"Like me, Hannibal. Like me" snapped Will.

"What? Who... Who used Will?" Abigail asked irritated and confused but nobody answered.

Will just gave Hannibal a murderous glare, found out that Abigail didn't know about the whole plan, which included Will for her false death. What bullshit did he tell her that she had agreed to cut off her ear?

"Hannibal... Oh my god! " she turned pale when she connected the dots. Next, she turned paler, and her hand began to tremor.  "Hannibal...Please, say that you... I begging you...! Please, say you didn't frame Will?! " She naively hoped that Hannibal would do something, or say something. But Hannibal isn't a good guy.

"I can't change the past, so... I'll go back to the kitchen, because we don't want it overburn meal, do we?" He added and went to the kitchen like nothing happened

"I HATE YOUR MEAT! I HATE YOU!!!" - she yelled pissed. She abruptly got up from the table and ran fast to her room.

Will, poor man, didn't know whether to follow Abigail or Hannibal. Frankly, he relieved that Abigail didn't know. He completely understood her rage. However, on the other point, he must agree to one thing with Hannibal. Stiles protected Will.

They ate dinner in complete silence. Will didn't speak, Chiyoh seemed to enjoy walls, and Hannibal seemed to care only about his meal. Abigail didn't appear. She wanted to spend time with Stiles. Even more when he was fox. 

At one point, she shouted, ” WAIT!”  and then she ran to them, panicking.

"I made a big mistake"  she was angry at herself,  "I helped escape Stiles from his cage. He crashed the glass in the window... and he run straight into the forest. This is my fault!"  she started to cried" but he looked so sad in this cage...I only wanted to be cheered up him" - she wept. Will hugged her to calmed her.

"First rule, don't ever trust the fox, they always trick you" Chiyoh sighed

"We'll find him" - promised Will to Abigail

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Chapter 16

Tough calls

When he opened his eyes, he was in a white room with no windows or doors. In front of him sat a fox, who stared at him with purple eyes. He observed this animal suspiciously. The last thing he remembered was, when he panicked and ran to Hannibal's office, his heart beaten faster and faster, and it made his shift, he reminded that then he was sure that Nogitsune possessed him again. Presently, this fox didn't look like Nogitsune. It was a common animal, it seemed to be confused, like he Stiles was. Did that fox was part of him? 

Hey little fox, don't you want to hurt me, do you? "Stiles asked dumbly, and the fox snorted amused. Definitely it was a smart fox. "Okay, that's mean no, right? We are good, aren't we?” He laughed nervously and he looked around. Then he noticed the dark matter materialized behind him and fox. The thing turned into a man… into another Stiles, to be exact, but he was paler, and he had dark circles under his eyes, and wore black clothes.

"Nogitsune? "Stiles ask worried

"I am a part of the Nogitsune who connected with your own darkness side." He smiled ominously. "I don't have any bad intentions here, I'm part of you, I can't hurt you and I don't want too" answered calmly and started pats fox. " He is also your".

"I met Nogitsune a few days ago, and he said something similar to me" said stunned Stiles more to himself than to them.

"I'm Stiles. You are Stiles, this fox is also Stiles.  All separated parts of you must finally join together or we'll die," Stiles's clone said, still approached the fox and scratched him behind the ear. The fox purred. "You know...we are stuck here, because of you." He pointed his sharp black nail at Stiles, "You don't accepted us. But we accept you. It doesn't matter because you don't accept yourself" he sighed disappointed

"How can I accept it? I've got blood on my hands. Even if I don't want to kill people, I still do it"  he raised his voice "I didn't ask for this power, I never wanted any superpowers…" he muttered with anger

"You are a pretty good liar, aren't you?  You always do these things, to protect yourself but..." he laughed sarcastically, "You can't fool me, because I am you. The darker side of you" he smirked. "And I know that you were jealous as hell when Scott became a werewolf.  You lied to Peter that you didn't want a bite. Because you desired it. You want power. However, you know very well that in the specific circumstances you would become a monster like Peter. That's why you refused. However, even if you were human, you were an anti-hero! Nogitsune had seen it into us. Peter saw it into us. Like Theo did. Why Deaton didn't want to train you? Because you're more powerful than he is! You are so pathetic that you're scared of your true nature!" The clone yelled at Stiles, the fox growled. The atmosphere was getting thicker.

Stiles felt like his soul was cracked, his solid thick walls crumbled. His alter ego deciphered him. The worst part of it was that he was right, Stiles liked power and control and his morals were gray from the beginning. He put a lot of people into serious troubles and didn't even feel any guilty after it. He only cared about his family and pack, the rest people could be died.

The clone approached to him "Because I'm you, I can tell you that you've been playing and acting  weak human” enough time. We have own magic, you possessed the power of a ancient demon fox, and you are also a fucking werefox! We are dangerous, Stiles. You are dangerous. We aren't team human any more" he said, pushing Stiles' chest with a sharp claw "Finally, take responsibility of this gift, because we can use it so well! Likewise, we can be like the Batman!  No more Robbin's jobs. We always wanted to be Batman" the clone convinced him.

Stiles felt pressed against the metaphored wall, unable to deceive another part of himself, it was impossible. He looked into the eyes of his dark clone—"I'm so afraid. The last time I let it free..." his voice trailed off. "How can I be sure you won't cheat me too? It's no secret that I don't even trust myself". — he added broken and guilty

"Peachy. So...we stuck here forever" clone sighed blue.

***

They went to the forest, searching Stiles. It was a difficult because it was a huge wood. The black fox can hid, and he will be invisible for human eyes. Chiyoh was able to sense Stiles' scent and could find locate where he hid. However, like any mischievous fox, she won't ruin this search party, so she didn't help them much. She observed Will and Abigail, and she could tell that the girl was human, and Will was turning into a Wendigo.

"Does he know?" she asked Hannibal when Will and Abigail receded.

"Doesn't he know...what? " Hannibal frowned

"Does he know that you're a Wendigo?" She repeated and raised eyebrow

"It's more complicated, than you think, Chiyoh" Hannibal stared to be more nervous, he didn't like to talk about his relation with Will, even to Chiyoh.

"Oh... It will be fun. He doesn't know."she said it with smirk, more to herself and to him. Hannibal always had the tendency to make things worse for himself and for others.

“It's better for both of us, but, unfortunately,  he'll find out soon," Hannibal replied evasively, quickly changing the subject. "Could you tell me where our boy is hide? I'm bored when I walking in this woods for nothing" said Hannibal. He felt depressed, he only wanted to be alone at his room and drink some good alcohol.

"Why would I?" She smirked again, she liked when Hannibal hadn't had control. Because she also likes to have control. And she has it now.

"Chiyoh..." He sent her a murderous glare, but she laughed, when he lost his patience.

"It doesn't work on me, Hannibal. It never did," she smiled sympathetically. "Okay, I find him, he probably still isn't himself, and he can be dangerous for your adopted h-u-m-a-n daughter," she winked to him and dissolved in a cloud of dark smoke.

"I really hate dark kitsunes" he muttered, irritated when she disappeared.

***

Abigail was focused and determined to find where Stiles was. She felt guilty, because it was her fault that fox run to forest. Will wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. He wasn't good at it, so he kept quiet.

"Do... do you trust Hannibal after all?" Abigail asked suddenly, broke the silence

"I try to tolerate him" he answered after a while and added, " Do you, Abigail?"

"He's my father now, whether I want it or not," she sighed, "he saved me from prison, but..." she grabbed his hand, "I'm sure that I'm alive because Hannibal likes to play family with you Will." she smiled sadly and added with shaky voice"  If you'll betray him he'll kill me" The girl started cry  "I don't want die, Will.  I almost died once, I don't want to do it propery. I want to live. Will!" she cuddled up to him.

"I won't let him to hurt you. I'll protect you," Will whispered to her, wiping the tears from her cheeks

"Do you promise? Hannibal said the same thing to me, but he just used me for his shitty scheme..." she snapped.

"I'm not like Hannibal" he provided with angry voice and added calmer" I promise you, I'll protect you as long as I live" He hugged her "You are so important to me, Abigail"  he confesed it with warm tone. He really acted like she was his true daughter. Only his daughter.

"Then he will kill you and me..." replied scared girl

"I won't allow it" provided again Will.

They stopped their conversation when Hannibal approached to them. They didn't trust him at all.

"Where's Chiyoh?"  asked Will, turned around to find her

"I don't know where she went" He stared at them like a predator to his victims. "However, it is more important question: why do you plot against me" Hannibal said calmed. But his sight was dangerous.

"What? We didn't... " Will tried to say his line, Abigail was worried. She didn't felt safe now.

"Oh, what with your face, Abigail? Both of you must calm down. I'm just kidding." Hannibal smiled to them.

"This wasn't funny, Hannibal" snapped Will and hold protectively Abigail.

At the moment when the conversation began to be uncomfortable, Chiyoh appeared out of nowhere, holding the black fox by his neck, but fortunately did not strangle him.

"Stiles!" Abigail shouted running over to them. "You found him. Thank you so much, Chiyoh. You are amazing" she smiled to her with gratefully

"Accidentally I found him." Chiyoh caught embarrassed "You can't thank the demon, you'll ruin my reputation" Woman winked to her "Becarefull because he is still feral, he can harm you. However, He's unconscious now, but when he wakes up, you must stay away from his cage" woman warned Abigail.

All of them returned home. Hannibal was very glad to finally drink his favourite wine alone. It was another tough day. 

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Chapter 17

True self

Stiles's alter ego had enough. He accepted his human part, but this dude doesn't accept him. Dark Stiles was pissed and he slapped Stiles in face. 

"You are so pathetic! You are fucking idiot!"  Dark Stiles yelled at him

Stiles glared at him but he was in deeply shock. This part, who was made by Nogitsune, behaved like Stiles. He looked like Void, but he isn't Void at all. Maybe his alter ego is truly his ?

"Fine! Calm down, please" he tried to settle down his other part. "I changed my mind, maybe you have right if we won't be united with one body and soul, we will die soon. I don't want to leave my dad..."  Stiles said it calmly and stayed closer to his alter ego" How can we do it?" he asked.

Now the Dark Stiles was suspicious and closely stared at Stiles. He wasn't believe him, because why he changed his mind suddenly?

"Don't you were kidding me now?  You really want to do it? Why? Only for dad?" he asked and laughed. "Oh, please...don't be ridiculous."  

"Hey, asshole. Don't laugh at me! he snarled, ashamed "And I give you my answer: Hell no!"  he seriously stared at his clone eyes" You're right. I like that feel to be powerful and dangerous. Who doesn't want it? I always hated to be weak human among strong werewolves, kanina, banshee...etc."  he step closer to him, he taught his arm "Despite I fucking terrified what I am, I truly accept you as part of myself. You know, better late than never". Stiles smiled wider

His clone give him mischievous grin "We must link together now, so grab my hand, touch your forehead to mine, hold fox to your chest and focus on accepting me as a part of yourself" His reflection of himself slowly did exactly the same and they both hugged fox  "Close your eyes, trust me, trust yourself, Stiles".

Stiles closed his eyes and suddenly felt something pressing into him twice time, and at the same moment his body pressed into another. However, it didn't hurt. He felt complete afterwards. When he opened his eyes, he was alone, and facing him was dark kitsune, Nogitsune.

"My congratulations, Stiles, I didn't believe that you would do it" he smirked and clapped and steps closer to Stiles

"Will you leave me alone now? "  the boy was exhausted and irritated

"You are cruel to me, I care of you, besides, only you can loosen me from my prison..." he smiled sinisterly "Take it easy I can't possess you anymore"

"Don't come closer" he snarled again "I don't believe you, and even if it's true, I'm supposed to let someone else suffer the same shit as you did to me? I don't that dumb" Stiles raised an eyebrow

" Seriously, Stiles? When do you care about others?"  laughed sarcastic Nogitsune

" I have inside me more empathy than you think," he replied but his vision stared to blurry.

Suddenly felt something pulling him to another place, and when he woke up, he realized that he was in a fucking cage and his hands resembled paws. He turned in fox. Of course, he did.

Well, peachy! I want to get out now! - he thought

The fox started scampering around in the cage, drawing everyone's attention.

"He woke up," stated Will looked at cage, "What can we do now?" he asked drinking his alcohol.

"He still may be unstable" replied Chiyoh braiding Abigails hair. 

At that moment, a foxy howls lauder and lauder. He was determined to get out and pissed off everyone in this house. 

"I'm done!!"  yelled Hannibal. " I can't listen it anymore, my ears are bleeding, I will let him free, if anything happens I will protect you, Abigail" he promised and went to the cage and crouching in front of the fox, "I hope I won't regret this decision, understood? You must be well-behave, and if you scratch or smash something expensive, you will redeem it. Remember. You are in lack of money" he threatened.

Fox or rather Stiles understood it well and nodded his little head. He gladded that finally someone would let him free, he didn't think that in addition to ADHD, panic attacks, anxiety, he had claustrophobia. From now on, he knows.
When the cage was opened, he ran away toward the exit door, he wanted to escape from these people dangerous. He didn't know them well, and it will be better if he be with someone from his pack. Except, he hadn't had a pack anymore.  In addition, as he stopped suddenly from the door, his foxy memory let him saw when Abigail cried... because of him. He sniffed to localise where Abigail was, and rushed toward her. Unfortunately, he didn't have chance to apologise Abigail property with his fox things because another dark kitsune made the barrier to separate girl from fox. He hid badly his head in barrier. Next, she put the barrel of a rifle to his foxy forehead.

What? Why this shit happen again. Oh... she didn't use katana? - he thought stunned

He growled and hissed at her. His teased his fur. What this dark kitsune did here?   His magic started to flow around him, showed small electric lightning  surrounding his hands. He was in offensive, but he won't attack first.

"Calm down, Stiles, Chiyoh is my best friend,she isn't your enemy. She was here to help you with your powers," interjected Hannibal "Dear, Chiyoh, don't stress Stiles please, he exceptionally doesn't like it people put a barrel to his head," when he said this he looked significantly at embarrassed Will, who done it twice to boy.

After his words, the woman put down her weapon and, like nothing had happened, began to rebrand Abigail's head. Stiles was still nervously, but his magic won't appear again,  He had more time to calm down. He used his power first time since he was complete. This is his magic, his power.

Void Kitsunes has friends? This is a joke, right?- Stiles was more stunned
He sat on the floor and when Abigail could be closer, she stocked his fur. He reciprocated with a foxy soundly bark, and gave foxy kisses to her. His tail waved merrily like dog did. Abigail didn't angry at him. Angelic girl!The pleasant moment was spoiled by Hannibal, who asked if Stiles could be shift back, will be great. Of course, he couldn't. He stuck. In theory, it seemed easily. After all, he had trained Scott, he also saw how others shifted. This could be work because he knew who was his anchor. However, now he felt like he was stuck in his fox form forever. So he would need the help of another kitsune to be human again. Or barely human.

Will listened everything in silence. He wondered how Hannibal knew who Stiles was. And more importantly, his childhood friend was Kitsune, righ? So Hannibal couldn't be human. Everything told Will that Hannibal had a deal with the devil. Hannibal was obsessed with mythology, it must be something true here. In the other hand... Since he came back from prison, Will felt a strange sexual and not only sexual needs to Hannibal. He knew that they've had a special bond since they met, but now it's different and stronger. More mystical. Will was careful to be sure that Hannibal didn't drug him again. The doctor was hiding something from him again. Ironically, being close to Hannibal paradoxically Will felt safer like never he was.
Does Hannibal have the power to influence other people mind without drugs?- he wondered

When evening came, everyone was got ready for bed. Chiyoh decided to be vigilant, if any enemy could be attack them, she hid in the branches of the trees. Abigail took fox to her bed, Will didn't approve this idea, but he couldn't prohibit Abigail to petted fox. Hannibal also wasn't happy, but he finally agreed if she washed her dirty fox. Fortunately, Stiles didn't have a problem with bath, he actually enjoyed had a bath in fox form. Clean and fresh, he huddled with Abigail and they both fell asleep.

Will ended up in Hannibal's bedroom with a size king bed. He had no intention of sleeping with Hannibal. Not when Hannibal hid something important from him. Hannibal deliberately provoked and lured Will, came back from the bathroom soaking wet, with just a towel around his waist. Well, Will has never seen shirtless Lecter. He instinctively scanned Hannibal's body, his muscle, his thing and suddenly felt like his face flushed. He didn't understand why he was blushing like a virgin, he also has muscles and fine body. He didn't gay. So why did he felt hot? If this fucking asshole used some kind of special gel or scent, because it smelled wonderful? He unconsciously took a few steps towards Hannibal.

"Do you need something, Will?" asked Hannibal, who knew exactly what he was doing to Will. He sensed a change in Will's scent, soon the Wendigo transformation would be complete. Soon, his partner will be ready to start the courtship.

The younger man shoved Hannibal against the wall. He furrowed his brows and snarled confused. He didn't know what happened to him and he was terryfied because he know what happened either time.
"What did you do to me, asshole?! Don't pretend you don't know what I say. You know very well what happen here" he really growled through his teeth. "What drug you use to me?!" he felt like he was no control, again, but this was different.

Something predatory appeared in Hannibal's gaze. "I didn't do anything to you this time, it's just nature and our fate, Will," he smiled, gently touching Will's cheek with his hand. "It is pernamently" he whisper to Will's ear. He wanted to bite Will's neck badly. But he can't yet.

Will felt shivers, he felt wild. "What can't be changed?" he growled again, noticed how animalistic sound he seemed. Also he felt comfortable under Hannibal's touch. He want more.

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My Dears Friends,

I know, I wrote last chapter a year ago, but a lot happened in my life. When I decided write "Howl". My life sucked so much. this was my escape from tough real life. My grandpa was very ill, also I had long covid and this fic was my best to cope as ever I had. My grandpa passed away, and I lost my motivation to write this story, but I didn't want to hiatus it, and I KNEW, I will return to his story someday. I practised my English, so I can write better than year ago. Not perfect but better.

Thank you so much for every kudos, bookmark and comment. I'm so gratefully that you're still here <3 Now, I'm writing the next chapter, and I think it will be finish in two weeks! Stay tuned,

Love you!

Yashima

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Hello, my dears friend!

I'm almost finishing edit my story. It's here only two chapters to end my editing. And I wrote tree next chapter, but I won't update it now. I'm going to spread this story in two parts, or tree... One - when Stiles met Will and Hannibal - this story mostly Hannigram, and Stiles miss Derek and has broken heart. I finished the first part when... no I don't tell you SPOILERS Xd. Part two I want to be mostly STEREK and background Hannigram. This is my plan. I really love to write this story, this is so fun, and my English is better and better.

See you <3!

Yashima

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Chapter 19

Wendigo

WILL POV:

Will slept on an awkward couch overnight. He couldn't sleep on the same room as Hannibal. The bastard had tricked him again. And even transformed him without his consent. However, his inner wendigo side, wanted to stay close to his mate as much as possible and it felt him uneasy. He was no longer human but a Wendigo. His head hurt from just thinking about it. He noticed that his sense was heightened since he went free from jail. And the worst part of it was, he really appreciated Hannibal's smell. Something primary woke up inside him.

How can I protect Abigail through Hannibal when I became a same monster like he is?- he thought

He recalled his last conversation with Hannibal before he left the bedroom.

"Will, please, You must understand that..." The man tried to explain everything to younger man.

"Shut up, you lied to me all the time! You changed me into a monster!" Will shouted, forgot that Abigail was sleeping in the next door "You...you didn't ask me if I want it" added quietly. He took the blanket with him and he left the bedroom. Hannibal didn't stop him. 

When he got up and walked around the house, he noticed Hannibal sitting on the patio drinking coffee. Will didn't want talk to him yet, he wanted to avoid him that much how possible he could.

Why my life must fuck me so much?

While he heard someone approaching him, he sniffed the scent of sweet perfume, and before this person reached him, even if he was turned on his back, he was aware of who was about to come to him. After several moments, he felt young women's arms embrace him around the waist.heard Abigail's voice.

"Good morning" she smiled to his back "I appreciate that when I woke up at this house wasn't empty this time. I don't like time when I was alone here" she explained

"Good morning, my girl" he turned back and kissed her forehead, "Where is f...." he couldn't finish his line because something bite his leg." Auch! There he is" Will glared at angry fox "Bad fox, very bad...auch! Stop bite me!" he yelled at him

FoxStiles seem had fun while he still did slightly bite Will's legs, but suddenly he became static and after few seconds he seemed to be unhappy. His ears clunged to his head and he sounded sadly. He recoiled from Will and Abigail. 

"You scared him, Will!" said worried and angry Abigail

"He bit me" answer confused Will.

"He only played with you, you yelled rudely at him" added mad Abigail.

"I don't"  he replied 

"..."

"..."

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STILES POV:

The fox slept well, had no nightmares, and he didn't even expect to sleep comfortably in this form. He finally accepted himself. His human, fox and Spark side of himself. And it was his fox nature that wanted to tease Will a bit, and the human side didn't mind. Harmony reigned in Stiles. However, as he bit the man's ankles, he recalled the time when Derek, in his wolf glory, did the exact same thing to him, and then Stiles called him a "bad dog", ordered him to "sit down" and generally treated him like a dog. Guess it wasn't so cool, like he thought. If he has the opportunity, he might apologize to Derek about it. 
Although their teasing of each other was their love game. At least that's how Stiles saw it. Besides, Derek wasn't just a wolf, he was his sour wolf. He fell in love with this handsome idiot. And even if Derek's wolf enjoyed time with Stiles, Derek's human side was off-limits to Stiles. Even if they had grown closer over years of friendship. Derek was heterosexual. Stiles was bisexual. His bisexual awakening began with Derek, who put on his edgy T-shirt that barely covered his chest. His bisexual lust was all Derek's fault. In addition, he has an Adinos body, beautiful hazel eyes, murderous eyebrows and a sensitive heart.  His wolf form was also stunning. Stiles dreamed about him. He masturbated thinking about him, fantasizing about him.  But it was he himself who fled his hometown, running away from Derek. 

And now he ended up in a house with two emotionally disturbed wendigos, a dark kitsune and a girl teenager with a bloody past. 

Why wasn't I born a girl? Derek would have fallen in love with me then. I honestly don't want to change my gender only for someone. I feel perfectly fine as a man.

He figured out that Will and Abigail stare worried at him. He didn't know why, until he heard his unwitting whined. His fox's part also missed Derek. His every part missed Derek. Stiles wanted to say that everything is fine, but he couldn't communicate with them as human do. He could one thing. He licked Will's hand and gave fox kisses to Abigail.

See? I'm totally fine.

Once he reassured them, he noticed that something happened between Will and Hannibal last night. Hannibal gazed at Will like a kicked puppy. Will nervously avoided Hannibal's look. Abigail also noticed it when they ate breakfast together. Something was wrong here. Furthermore, Stiles couldn't eat it like human do, he still couldn't shift back, so he ate like cat or dog. Pathetic. 

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"Enough, shift back" ordered Chiyoh while they started his training out front. The fox's bristling fur signalled that he hate when someone ordered him. Stiles hissed at her. " Oh, don't hiss me now. I know that you know well how to shift back" she added

This isn't that easy as I thought... 

"You must shift back, I can't help you with your magic if you stay in your fox form. We need your beta's form" Chiyoh explained. "Think about your anchor".

Fine. He closed his eyes, focused on his body, thought about his anchors and how he can be human again. He felt something in him, and when he opened his eyes, he was in his human body.

"Hell yeah, I did it" said hoarse Stiles. When he saw Abigail at patio, he ran up to her, and hug her, didn't notice something.

"I'm so sorry, Abigail, I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't myself yesterday, You cried because of my, I'm so sorry!" he gave her a deeply apologize. He noticed that Abigail face was red, Will glared at him and he already knew why.

"I'm naked now, right?" whispered an embarrassed Stiles, and Abigail nodded.

"Welcome back, Mieczyslaw" said Hannibal covered him with blanket. "However, your naked body is problematic here. Could you wear some clothes, please?" he asked politely.

"Y-yes, Of course, I can do this" he blushed and ran to home to find his bag with his clothes.

However, here wasn't any of his. Of course. His clothes were in Baltimore. And he couldn't wear Abigail's because it was too small for him.

"I think my older clothes will be fit in you" said Hannibal and gave Stiles his pants, shirt and underwear.

"Oh, thank you, Uncle" said an amazed Stiles. When he wore it, it was still a little big for him, but he wasn't naked anymore. 

"Don't mention it" answered Hannibal

They met with others in the patio and Stiles talked first:

"I'm sorry about this mess, but where and why we are here?" asked

"We are in Cuba, and we are here because of both of you" answered Hannibal and pointed at Stiles and Will "Both of you can't control yourself, it is safe here. This is ours holiday" he explained.

"Why you pointed at me?" asked mad Will "This is your fault, so fix it" he snarled, his eyes slowly turned white.

"Will... your eyes..." said worried Abigail and Chiyoh hug her, to protect her.

"My eyes what?" asked confused Will. He noticed that something changed in him.

"Dude, you are changing" said Stiles and looked at Hannibal, "He needs your help" he sighted.

"I don't want his anything, you made me into this" snarled again Will

Stiles didn't be impressed by Will's anger. But Abigail was stunned. She didn't know much about the supernatural world. For this reason, Stiles decided to explain her everything he knew. She deserved to know.

"I tell you the truth, Abigail" and before they could stop him, he told her Hannibal and Will. "As you see, supernatural creatures exist. Chiyoh is dark kitsune, she is demon. I'm magical werefox. Yeah, it was also surprising for me. Anyway, uncle Hannibal is wendigo, but he is the different wendigo than I met ever. Hannibal noticed surprisingly lately that Will is..."

"Stop" snarled both: Will and Hannibal to Stiles

"Oh dudes. You are so dumb. And pathetic. And no one can shut my mouth" he smiled wider "Anyway, Will is Hannibal True Partner, that why Will also turned into wendigo and..." he wanted to add something but someone attacked him

"I kill you, nosey brat!" Will lose his control, his nails and teeth was sharp

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HANNIBAL POV:

The man understood why Will was mad at him. But Will didn't try to understand his motivations. He allowed Will to avoid him, even it was hard for Hannibal. But Stiles put his nose in where it isn't wanted, Will lose his control and importantly, Abigail knows about his secret. Maybe he couldn't be intervened in this fight because Stiles must be punished properly. He only observed their battle and he figured out, that Stiles is pretty good at fight. He is fast, focused at his rival, deductive. Furthermore, he blocked or evaded Will's attacks and he didn't even use his magic. He fought like a human.

"Stop it, please!" screamed Abigail.

Will stopped when he heard her voice. She was his anchor. His rage gone. At that time, Stiles attacked him in his solar plexus and man lose his consciousness. Abigail ran out worried to Will 

"Why? What's wrong with you?!" she was mad at them.

"Sorry, but he attacked me first, Abigail" explained Stiles

Hannibal raised and carried Will in the style of the bride to his bedroom and put him in bed. He put Will in handcuffs to bed, for his protection. When Will will wake up, Hannibal must have a serious talk.

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Chapter 20

Meal

Cuba, POV Will:

Will dreamt that he woke up in a strange womb, he actually had to tear that membrane because it was imprisoning him. He noticed that its skin was pitch black, it also had black sharp claws and impressive antlers. His struggle was observed by a second being, who looked similar to him. He had seen the features of this figure many times before in his dreams, but now, for the first time, he knew who this figure was. It was Hannibal. It was always Hannibal. He took a hesitant step towards Will. He hesitated, his movements cautious, as if he were approaching a wounded animal he didn't want to frighten away. Even if he couldn't see the pupils in the creature's eyes, but he knew it was looking straight at him. His gaze was gentle, admiring every inch of Will's body. Will's new body. Completely naked.

When Will finally woke up, he was on the bed. Thoroughly trapped by strange ropes from which he could not free himself. His hands were tied above his head to the bed frame. In the bedroom of Hannibal. He had an extreme headache, his entire body was in pain and he was starving as hell, and most importantly, he couldn't recall how he ended up here. Turning his head, see Hannibal looking at him across the room. Why Hannibal smells so good?

"W-what?" He asked confusedly, trying to free himself.

"Don't move, or you'll hurt yourself, please. We had to tie you up, cause you lost control. I apologize, this is my oversight." he explained, moving closer to him.

"W-why? What the hell you are doing now?!" Fearful, he began to grope with the ropes

"It's for your sake and safety Abigail." he sighted "Your becoming process has been completed. You are like me - wendigo". Hannibal He looked and sounded proud.  After that he went to the kitchen and in a few moments returned to the bedroom holding a large bowl of suspicious food inside. "Your instincts will stop raging if you eat the proper meal." He untied the lines that held Will and handed him the bowl.

Intrigued, Will glanced inside the dish. He regretted this decision. There was a human heart. A real human bloody heart. It was still warm. . " W-what?"  he blurted out" Who did you kill?" he asked paler. He thought that was Abigail heart. Because Abigail is human.

"Don't worry, Will. It was a random man" he explained, "After Mieczyslaw and I chained you here, I sent them to the town. Before that, I had to calm our girl because she was traumatized when you tried to kill her." he added.

"No. I don't trust you. Call to her now, I want to hear her voice" said curtly. Annoyed, Hannibal had no choice but to call Abigail. When he connected to her phone, he handed his to Will so he could hear her voice.

"What's up, Hannibal?" asked a worried girl. Having a blank stare, he quickly handed the phone back to Hannibal. He heard Hannibal answer something to her, but Will couldn't focus on it when he had the desire to devour that heart. What monster did he turn me into? He took that heart in his hands, like a fucking hamburger, taking the first bite. Then he took another. And another. Until he devoured it all. At the end, he licked the blood off his fingers. He didn't even bother that Hannibal was staring at him, all that mattered was satisfying his hunger.He devoured it. It was the best food either of he had ever eaten. Food. He quickly realized that his skin was returning to its former colour, his antlers were disappearing, his claws and fangs were receding. This helped. He was back to his old self. 

"How often I have to eat it" asked Will, licking his lips after he saw Hannibal again.

"Frequently, like common food, Will" answered grunted thoughtfully Hannibal "Fortunately, I am a good cook" smiled gently Hannibal.

Fuck you, Hannibal. 

"I'm lucky man, huh?" added sarcastic Will.

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Baltimore, Jack POV:

Jack approved for Hannibal with Will's trip. He hoped that it's helping him to make the disagreements among them disappear. Will incessantly slandered Hannibal, and bit Jack tired of it. He wished they could finally reconcile. Though, even a doctor is a human being and he could make a mistake. The only thing he didn't understand is why his friend needed to bring this boy Stylinsky with him too.
As for the Ripper investigation, they begin at the beginning. Admittedly, his former student Miriam, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances years ago, claimed that her kidnapper was no other than Fredrick Chilton. The moment she saw him and heard his voice, she became furious and tried to shoot him.  However, Jack was suspending to put him in prison. The clues are vague and Miriam's memory is selective. He already imprisoned the innocent man once; he has no intention of doing this mistake a second time. His reputation was already sullied by that spectacular failure he made as head of the FBI division.The issue of how to catch the Ripper is trickier than he first thought. And there is still a copycat of him hiding out somewhere.
Jack sincerely hopes that when Will and Hannibal return from their trip, they will help him catch the bad men.

Because the serial killers are still on the loose and it's hurting the FBI's good name.

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Cuba, Stiles POV:

Stiles and Abigail walked around the town square in Havana. Hannibal told them to leave, that he could talk to Will in peace. So they are here. Stiles had never been to Havana before, so he treated this temporary banishment as a tour. And, of course, his tour guide was Abigail. However, during the tour, the real reason why Hannibal made them go to the city was revealed. And a very unhappy Stiles was currently stood in front of the dressing room.

"There's no way I can try it on." whined Stiles. "I don't buy it, this isn't even my style!" he crossed his arms in the dressing room.

"Don't worry about it. Hannibal pays. Before we left the house, he told me to buy you some elegant clothes. You know, he planned something for the evening and we are all expected to look classy." she sighted, " You don't want to piss him away, so just grab it and try it on." she gave him new clothes.

"I got it" he murmured and gone in dressing room. One of the ensembles was a white shirt, a three-piece suit in red wine, a tie in the same shade and high-quality leather shoes. The only thing missing was a Rolex on the wrist. He brushed his hair back and winked to himself. Could this be what a successful guy looks like? He did a photo for Lydia.

"Are you already?" asked curious Abigail

"Yep" He walked out of the dressing room with a grin on his face. And he felt extremely confident in this outfit. " How do I look?" he asked but he noticed that Abigail was blushed. 

"Not bad, Stiles" She cleared her throat, "Yes, this outfit we will take." she added to the shop assistant. Stiles went to change again. He met Abigail at the store counter.

Later, they bought more clothes along the way. Also Stiles was tempted to buy a few souvenirs for his dad and Lydia. Along the way they passed a lot of old Americans classic cars, and Stiles was on cloud nine. He loved old cars. She has already seen these distinctive views of Cuba

"Wow, it's magical here. So many gorgeous old cars here. I've never seen so many 50' old American classic cars in one place" smiled thrilled Stiles. " I had a classic old, beautiful and stunning blue Jeep. It's girl. Her name is Roscoe" he told her.

" You gave a name for a car?" she giggled, "You're funny" she laughed.

"Hey!, This is not funny. My car has a soul. I miss her so much" replied melancholic. " I abandoned her"

She stopped laughed after she noticed that this car was important to this boy, "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you" she replied quickly. " What happened with your Roscoe?" she asked politely

"Nothing, she is in garage, probably" he wondered. " I gave my car to my friends....and I don't remind, why" he sighed "Everyone except me hated my Roscoe..." he pondered.

Abigail wanted to brighten him, said. "I'm sure that this town has a soul. I like Havana more than my hometown." she confessed and added "By the way,  I'm totally starving now" she stated and moved toward the nearest restaurant. 

"Sure. I could eat too" he agreed. " Whoa, a fancy restaurant?" he asked, we didn't have enough money" he wanted to stop her

"Huh? I told you that Hannibal gave me his credit cart, right?  He has prohibited us from getting into fast food, so we have more than his blessing to eat at an upscale restaurant!" she brightened up.

So they entered the restaurant, sat outside and ordered their meals. While talking to Abigail, he noticed a grazing car parked near their restaurant. It was a beautiful old classic red Chevrolet Bel Air from 1957.  Its owner was a middle-aged, blond guy. When he got out of the car, you could get a better look at him. He wore a high-quality white unbuttoned shirt, denim pants, shiny polished brown shoes, a bright stylish hat, Prada sunglasses, and took a drag on his cigar. Plus, a golden Rolex on his wrist. He looked like an asshole. He walked into the same restaurant where Stiles and Abigail were sitting. It's a miracle they let them in there, with such an outfit. 

Do I know this guy? Hmm... he looks familiar...

"Are you listening to me, Stiles?" she asked irritated Abigail. 

"Oh, yes. Sorry. I zoned out. Could you repeat what you said?" he answered. After a moment, he felt a jolt in his chest. The werewolves called it a bond. This meant someone he knew was here. He didn't know if he should be happy or worried. The feeling became stronger and stronger, until he suddenly heard a male voice.

"Well, well, well.  Look who's here" said a new voice to them. This guy grinned to Stiles. I know this voice!

"Peter?!" He shouted in shock Stiles.

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Chapter 21

Wolf in wolf's clothes

Stiles sat stunned. He hadn't seen Peter Hale since Wild Hunt. Where the hell that bastard had been when they needed him? He really wanted to rip the smile off that asshole's face. Peter Hale boded only troubles. Stiles had too much on his plate to add an Undead Werewolf there.

“What a pleasure to see you again, Stiles.” the man smiled wider, removing his sunglasses from his nose and joining to them “And who is this lovely girl?”

“What are you doing here, Peter?” he snapped, displeased. “It's Abigail and stay away from her,” he threatened the wolf. But the girl waved him.

“So grouchy” he sighed and grinned to her 'Nice to meet you, Abigail. I'm Peter Hale, friend of Stiles." 

Stiles had had enough Peter. He was acted like an asshole, or he really became a dick. An awkward silence was broken, when Abigail's phone rang. She apologized to them and went out to answer the phone. They were alone. Peter began teasing Stiles, flashing his wolf-like blue eyes.

“Ah, finally we can talk face to face, just like old times,” he patted the younger man on the shoulder, “You asked me what I was doing here. I answer: I have been living “ he looked intently at Stiles” And you?"

Oh, seriously?! I never thought of that.

Stiles knew that Peter hide some fact, so he also can do it. However, the wolf would hear the lie in his heart, he had years to learn how say half-truths. “I'm on holiday with Abigail” because it was true "And just stop showing off, someone could see it." he murmured.

The wolf smiled slyly and said “ Oh. You're nervous, you're hiding something” he made sad eyes “Even after years of ours friendship, you still don't trust me, Stiles?” He touched the place where his heart was “I am hurt”.

Stiles raised his brown “Where you have been, when Derek was in big trouble? Where you been, when your alpha was in big trouble, huh?” he said between clenched teeth.

"I knew you guys could handle it without me" he replied nonchalantly, "You and Derek are invincible" he addmited

" What do you want from me, Hale?" asked resigned Stiles

"Oh, really nothing" he smirked, "Little bird told me that you left the Scott's pack. You are an outsider like me now" older man smiled wider "I always knew that you deserved better than McCall's sidekick" He spoke highly.

"If you know that I left, then you also probably know the reason why, right? " Stiles looked at his eyes. 

“ I always knew that you would be an amazing werewolf, but now I know that you can be amazing the something" said proudly Peter and after a while he leaned over to Stiles, sniffing him “ You smell strange"

"Whoa! Back off, Peter" snapped Stiiles Fuck, I forgot that I'm wore wendigo's old clothes.

He was saved from trouble by Abigail, who returned, and behind her a waitress carrying their meals. Now they could focus on eating, because if you eat, you can't talk. Technically, because Peter didn't eat and began talking again.

"So, Abigail, are you Stiles' date?” at this point, Stiles choked on his soup. 

You asshole!

The girl almost stained her blouse. She blushed slightly upon being asked. " Yes, he is my boyfriend" she stated and Peter looked at Stiles. Boy knew that Peter heard a "lie" in her heartbeats. 

“I have to warn you, he's a great lie detector, ” he sighed resignedly.

"Oh... he... he is... you know..." She leaned over and whispered in Stiles' ear "a monster?"

"He also has higher-than-average hearing, and whispering around him is pointless, Abigail" added Stiles and saw when Peter smirked at them. Have you fun, Peter?

"Soo... Did Stiles tell you about monsters?" asked curious Peter.

"I..." she didn't know what to say. She felt chills down her spine as the man looked at her as if she were a deer, and he was a wolf. Pray and Predator.

"Don't tease her, Peter" stated protectively Stiles, " Her dad is a dangerous nonhuman guy" he added.

"Oh, of course, you always have to get into a supernatural mess, right Stiles?" he snickered "Lovely!"

"The supernatural has always found me, or rather, I have always been a part of it" he glared at Peter and flashed to him purple eyes when he began eating the main course, hoping Peter would shut his mouth now, at least for a while. Peter responded with his own eyes, as if Stiles was the Alpha, which shocked both men for a moment, but Stiles didn't think about it  Peter just stared at him, like he found something what he dreamt of, and Stiles didn't like it. This boded only troubles. Because Peter was a gray area, he never had only good intentions. And of course Peter also knew too much about Stiles' past. Stiles didn't want to miss his golden opportunity to work for the FBI. The knowledge Peter Hale had could ruin him career-wise. However, zombie wolf doesn't know everything, he doesn't know who Stiles is now. And if he gets in Stiles' way, he won't think twice - he'll send Peter in the ground again.

After finishing their meal, they wanted to walk home, but Peter insisted on dropping them off, and Abigail was nearly crazy with joy that she had the pleasure of riding in classy old, beautiful car. Stiles was also jealous that Peter didn't let him drive this beauty.

***

When they arrived at the place, Stiles been aware that he wouldn't get rid of Peter soon, because he was wolf's creeper. There was no choice, Stiles must tell Peter that Hannibal is a wendigo.  Did he have to show up right now?

At that moment, puzzled and discontent Hannibal, who sat with Will and dog's on the porch, approached to them. Because the stranger was in his territory. His hidden place.

Now Hannibal is going to kill me. Goodbye, my damned life!

"Hey, Hannibal. I know, you have questions" he sighted and pointed at Peter "This guy... lived in the same city as me, we know each other well, and he insisted on wanting to meet you“ he said resigned  ”I think you two would hit it off, because he was also a serial killer, please, meet my... meet Peter Hale, a werewolf"  introduced him
And Peter, Earlier I mentioned,  please, meet Abigail's father here, Hannibal Lecter. He is a wendigo, but not such a usual wendigo but better. Oh! and there on the porch is Will, who also is a wendigo." He explained everything to everyone. 

The men faced each other with eyes. Hannibal held out his hand to Peter, and Petter  shook hands with him and said something stupid to say hello.

"Nice to meet you, Hannibal.  So, you are wendigo, right ? Oh, this is funny, because, if you didn't hear about this story, Stiles's first murder was a poor teenager wendigo" he smiled.

Before I die at the hands of Hannibal, I will kill this bastard.

Stiles coughed “That "poor teenager wendigo wanted to kill me and my dad" he snapped "He killed himself, I was just defending myself" he added approaching to Peter. How dare you to rub it in here, where wendigos are?” the boy growled, his fox was compliant, to kick this insolent wolf's ass. His eyes became purple with vertical pupils, he growled throatily again, He threw himself at Peter tumbling to the ground with him and grabbing Peter's throat “You're little shit, but I won't stand for your antics, do you hear me, Peter?” he roared in the man's face, and the shocked man exposed his throat for Stiles. Younger jumped back from him, like hell, even if his instincts were telling him to bite Peter neck. Stiles isn't an Alpha, he is a magical fox, and he had violet, not red, eyes, so how would he ever get an Alpha spark? When?

"Interesting, interesting. Dear boy, if you don't want him to cause you problems, you have to bite him" said Hannibal and come back in the porch with stunned Abigail. Will hugged her defensively. She noticed that Will was back to himself, and she hugged him back.

Peter did not move, despite his uncomfortable body position, and Stiles felt that he had to do it. He leaned to Petter again and said, “You knew about it, bastard. You did it on purpose. Do you really want this?” asked Stiles.

"When you asked me before where I was when Alpha needed me, I didn't give you an answer. Scott isn't my Alpha. It was only thanks to my weak bonds with Derek, Malia, Lydia and you that I didn't go feral. I want to be your beta, so be my Alpha, Stiles." he confessed.

Stiles was astonished that he didn't hear the lie in Peter's heart. Every phrase was true. And if he had the desire to bite, it meant he needed a beta. He couldn't longer ignore his instincts. He extended his sharp fangs and sank them into Peter's neck with a growl. Now Stiles felt that his bond with Peter was stronger than ever. If in the past, someone told him that he will be a fox's alpha and his first beta will be Peter Hale, he would have laughed to death, but now.... it's reality.

He moved away from Peter, still stunned. The older man sat down on the grass, the bite already healed. His gaze was warm and calm. It was like he finally found the place where he wanted to belong since the fire.

Fuck. My first beta is Peter Hale.
Fuck. I have a pack.
Fuck. I'm alpha.
Fuuuck!