You belong to me pt2

Will woke up the next day to the sun in his eyes; it took a few moments before he winced flinching away from the sun light “Morning.” Came the voice, Will looked up at Hannibal and saw the man was already putting his shirt and tie on
“W...What? Hannibal?” Will croaked
“The sun light won’t harm you as long as you keep feeding.” The man said, Will frowned at Hannibal “You should shower and put some clothes on, I will get breakfast ready
“I’m not hungry.” Will lied; Hannibal leaned down and stoked his cheek watching the way Will half flinched at his touch
“Oh William why do you lie to me.” He whispered as he kissed him on the lips. Will was frozen to the spot with the sudden feel of arousal hitting made him feel confused…I hate him right?… Will thought to himself as he felt the vampire’s mouth move down his neck to his throat over where there was not long ago a pulse, pulling away Hannibal looked down at the fluster man “Have a shower Will Abigail is waiting to see you.”

After breakfast Hannibal put will into the room he woke up in the first time around, a metal change was put around his ankle, Hannibal stood there with a smile “Now there is plenty of books for you and pen and paper if you feel the need to write something, there is a bathroom thought that door if you need it, the door will be locked Abigail is home for the day she will bring you your food.” He said as he closed and locked the door behind him.

Will blinked at how trapped he now felt, he was locked away from the world under the thump of Hannibal  who is a vampire, Will didn’t know what to do, he could try and escape but even if he could get the chain off his ankle he would never get the door or window open on his own.  He could try and get Abigail to help him? …No no she won’t Hannibal has got under her skin… He thought as he got off the bed and went to the book shelve and picked a book off the shelve and then sat back on the bed…Might as well as I am stuck here…He thought as he looked at the front cover  ‘Vampirism and the effects on schizophrenics’  “Son of a bitch!”

By dinner time Abigail came up and opens the door to find Will scratching his arm and pulling at his hair “Will?” She whispered softly figuring his hear was over sensitive, he snapped his head to look at her and blinked “I have your lunch, Father made it for you.” She said as she placed the plate on the table by the door “All so there is a drink for you.” She smiled at him as he half ran to the table and grabbed the glass and looked down at the blood in the glass and then downed it on one, until it was just a coating around the inside of the glass. Abigail watched him as he picked up the bread on the plate and pushed it inside the glass and coated the white fluffy bread with thick ruby red blood before putting it to his lips and started eating it.

When Hannibal came home he was greeted with Abigail smiling at him “How was it today?” She asked him as he closed the door
“Oh it’s been interesting, poor Alana is beside herself with worry about Will, I almost told her.” He said, Abigail looked at him and felt bad for Alana she was nice to her and she didn’t want to hurt her
“Are you going to tell her?” He asked
“Not until Will is ready.” He said smiling as he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead “How is Will?” He asked
“He’s not too bad, he had a bad moment at lunch but he is okay now.” She smiled at him as started to walk up the stairs
“Did he eat all his food?”
“Yes Father he did.”