Alaric's eyes scanned the grounds of Lecter's estate, his mind racing with the task at hand. He had been ordered to increase security, to make sure that no one could get close enough to harm Lecter again. And he intended to do just that.He began by deploying more guards around the perimeter of the estate, men who were handpicked for their loyalty and skill. He stationed them at every entrance, every corner, every vulnerable point. He wanted to make sure that no one could slip through the cracks.Next, he turned his attention to the technology. He upgraded the cameras, the alarms, the motion detectors. He wanted to know every move that was made on the estate, every breath that was taken. He wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.He also increased the security protocols for anyone entering the estate. He installed metal detectors, scanners, and checkpoints. He wanted to know who was coming and going, and what they were bringing with them.As the days passed, the estate was transfor
Willy's eyes darted around the room, his mind racing with panic. He knew Lecter was closing in on him, and he had to act fast. He couldn't let Lecter catch up to him, not now, not ever."Winston, I need you to book a plane ticket for me," Willy said, his voice low and urgent.Winston, his loyal assistant, looked up from his computer screen. "Where are you headed, sir?"Willy hesitated, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape route. "Anywhere but here," he said finally. "Just get me out of the country, Winston. I don't care where."Winston's expression was neutral, but Willy could sense the curiosity behind his eyes. "Very well, sir," he said, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "What's your preferred destination?"Willy's mind raced as he thought of all the places he could go. He couldn't go back to his usual haunts, not now that Lecter was on his tail. He needed somewhere new, somewhere safe."Brazil," he said finally. "Book me a ticket to Rio de Janeiro."Winsto
Lecter's eyes narrowed as he crept through the shadows of Morris' mansion. He had finally tracked him down, and now was the moment of reckoning.Morris, desperate and panicked, tried to make a run for it, but Lecter was too quick. He grabbed Morris, his grip like a vice, and dragged him back into the room."You're not going anywhere, Morris," Lecter hissed, his eyes blazing with anger.Morris struggled and kicked, but Lecter's grip only tightened. "You're a monster, Lecter!" Morris spat. "You'll never get away with this!"Lecter's expression was cold and detached. "I already have, Morris. I killed your daughter Venita. She was too evil, just like you."Morris' eyes widened in horror. "No! You lie!"Lecter's smile was chilling. "I'm afraid not, Morris. Venita was a pawn in your game, just like Willy. But she was too dangerous to be allowed to live."Morris' face contorted in rage and grief. "You'll pay for this, Lecter! You'll rot in hell!"Lecter's laughter was cold and mirthless. "I'
Morris' eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him back onto the pillow. As he struggled to regain his bearings, a figure entered the room, its presence commanding attention."Who are you?" Morris demanded, his voice weak but laced with suspicion.The stranger smiled, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "My name is Cecil," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And I'm the one who saved your life."Morris' eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "Why did you help me?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism.Cecil chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I've been watching you, Morris. I've seen your battles with Lecter, your cunning and determination. You're a remarkable individual, and I have a use for you."Morris' instincts screamed warning, but he was too weak to resist. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Cecil's smile grew wider, his eyes
Lecter's gaze narrowed as he listened to his employee's words, his mind racing with shock and anger. "What do you mean, the contractor terminated his contract?" he asked, his voice low and deadly. Jared had a multi-million contract with Lecter up until that point. What would make him cancel terms?His employee, a nervous-looking man named Alex, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm sorry, sir. I just received word from our legal team. The contractor, Jared, has terminated his contract with our company, effective immediately."Lecter's eyes flashed with rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "That's impossible," he snarled. "Jared was one of our most trusted contractors. What reason did he give for terminating the contract?"Alex hesitated, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "He...he cited a conflict of interest, sir. He said he couldn't continue working with us due to personal reasons."Lecter's laughter was cold and menacing. "Personal reasons?" he repeated. "I'll give him
Lecter scanned the crowded room, his gaze locking onto Jared's smiling face. He strode through the throng of guests, his eyes fixed on his target.Jared's laughter was loud, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he chatted with his friends. But his smile faltered as he saw Lecter approaching."Lecter," he said, his voice wary. "I didn't know you were coming."Lecter's smile was cold, his eyes glinting with anger. "I wasn't invited, Jared. But I couldn't miss the chance to talk to you."Jared's eyes narrowed, his friends melting away as he faced Lecter. "What do you want, Lecter?"Lecter's voice was low, his words dripping with venom. "You know exactly what I want, Jared. I want to know why you terminated our contract."Jared's shrug was casual, his eyes gleaming with defiance. "I didn't need your services anymore, Lecter. It was a business decision."Lecter's laughter was mocking, his eyes flashing with anger. "A business decision? You call betraying me a business decision?"Jared's fac
Lecter relaxed in his study when his phone rang. It was a strange number, but Lecter wasn't in the mood for phone calls. The events of the party played in his head like a drama. How could he be humiliated so?The phone stopped ringing and began again. It was still the same unknown number. Lecter then picked up the phone."Hello?" Lecter said."I was wondering when you'd pick up. I know you're a busy man and all but can't you spare a moment for dirt like us?" The voice on the other side of the phone said to Lecter. Lecter frowned."And who's this?" Lecter asked."It's Cecil. We met at the party the other day and I threatened you not to mess with Morris again," Cecil replied."Ah, yes. The new business partner. Tell me, Cecil, what is it that Morris has over you? Why are you working with him?" Lecter asked Cecil."Morris, having something over me? Nah, I'm the one with all the power. You see Lecter, I'm calling you right now because I want everything that was originally mine. Every sing
Lecter's gaze narrowed as he sat across from Andrew, his mind racing with questions. "So, Andrew, I hear you know something about my family," he said, his voice low and even.Andrew's eyes twinkled with age, his face lined with wrinkles. "Ah, yes, Lecter," he said. "I knew your father well. We were old friends."Lecter's eyes locked onto Andrew's, his gaze intense. "And what about Cecil?" he asked. "What do you know about him?"Andrew's expression turned serious, his eyes clouding over. "How do you know that name?" Andrew asked."Because he suddenly appeared in my life and uttered nonsense. What do you know about him?" Lecter asked and Andrew sighed."Cecil is your stepbrother, Lecter," he said. "Your father and his mother were together for a while before he met your mother,"Lecter's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the revelation. He had never known that his father had dated someone like that in the past, let alone had a stepbrother."Why didn't I know about this?" Lec