Silence filled the room. The wonderful, red walled, basement room. A blood curdling scream escaped.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" yelled Eric, as he sternly yet playfully pointed his finger at the man in the chair before him. "I told you what would happen if you couldn't be quiet, didn't I?" he whispered as he ran a knife along the man's stomach, and a drop of blood escaped as the man whimpered and gave a shaky nod. He had no idea how he had come to be in this place, and he was absolutely terrified.
"If you cooperate, you will leave this room alive, with no memory of what has happened here, understand? I would rather not kill you, but my master may beg to differ, so please be quiet." Eric calmly stated, as he moved to the side of the room, where he had various medical instruments layed out. He picked up what looked like a large needle, and a small bucket.
"We're having soup tonight. Please hold still." he grinned as he set the bucket on the floor underneath the man's arm, and proceeded to stab the needle into his wrist. He watched the blood slowly drain into the bucket, and impulsively licked his lips. They hadn't eaten for days. The bucket was about halfway full when Eric heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "It's your lucky day, you get to meet Hannibal."
It seemed like an eternity for both the mystery man and Eric before they heard the door open. What entered the room was a sight to behold. Hannibal had kind eyes that also seemed to pierce into your soul, high cheekbones and a slight grin on his face that could only mean trouble. He was dressed in a very expensive fitted suit, black, with a simple red shirt underneath, and a tie that appeared to have a skull pattern on it.
"How is our guest doing?" he said, with a hint of hunger in his voice.
"We are almost ready Sir." Eric smiled, as he pulled the needle out of the man's arm and held his finger on the wound to stop the bleeding. The man's head was hanging on his shoulder, and he was nodding off to sleep.
"Wake up, you're going to want to see what happens next." said Eric, as he shook the man's head.
Eric walked over to Hannibal and raised his hand to his master's face. They had been together almost 500 years. He stopped his hand before it touched skin. "Later, Eric. Right now, I'm starving." Hannibal looked hungrily down at the man, his fangs were now out. The man started to shake. "But, I thought... Eric said... If I was quiet..." He never got the chance to finish his thought. Hannibal was suddenly at his throat, greedily drinking. A low growl escaped from his throat, as he stood and wiped his mouth.
"Delicious."
