Phoenix Place and a secluded section of beach, Sunday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

So, after yesterday Hannibal had been very curious to taste his new acquisition.


However, he was immediately stymied by the fact that the...meat?...seemed to have no structure. No muscles or texture of any kind. No bones or organs beneath them. He wasn't even certain that it was meat, except for the fact that he wasn't certain what else to call it.

It smelled oddly sweet and interesting enough that he had tried a simple grilling of it.

Hannibal Lecter didn't often spit out food, but he had made an exception.

Not wanting to keep anything that could be traced back to him, he'd tried to clean it with acid, but the smell...

So, apart from keeping just a small bit for experiments, he had chosen a remote area of the beach from which to dispose of the remains. Fortunately, it did chop into unrecognizable ... something ... very nicely. If he just dumped a little bit each evening for a few days, nobody would ever be the wiser.

[NFB due to Hannibal being paranoid careful!]

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

And if Hannibal actually thought the birds were going to go anywhere just because he'd gone inside, well, he had another thing coming. These were the few, the strong, the surprisingly patient.

These flamingos were in it for the long haul, Hanni. Better prepare more Pinkie.