Hi all! I've been working on this fic for a while. This is actually a rewrite of a fic I post over on AO3, but I didn't like how it was turning out, and didn't quite know how to save it as far in as I was, so this is the result, or well the beginning of the result. Let me know what you think.

This beginning part is a little short, but I have the second chapter ready and it'll go up right after this.

"I'm so sorry!" Came the soft cry that instantly had Will's attention, getting him to turn back around. Hannibal, despite his recently acquired need for a cane, was steadying a teen who was looking up at him with the widest brown eyes. Her arm was up and lightly grasping Hannibal's, and after that if felt like they were stuck there. Will could see why. Hannibal was looking her over, Will could see every little thought pass through his eyes. The girl's hair was a mix of waves and curls just a little wilder than his own, her eyes were almost a reflection of the man she bumped into, she held a book in one hand, and the other held to Hannibal's sleeve as she looked back at him.

"It's quite alright," Hannibal grinned down at her, causing a warm glow to spread across her cheeks. Will couldn't help that his lips turned up at that. He knew what being charmed by Lecter felt like, and it was quite a scene to be able to witness it instead of experience it.

Will wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Hannibal had paused in front of her on purpose. They'd seen her come in at the same time as they returned from breakfast. She was with a group of other girls here to celebrate their graduation. At least that's what they overheard, probably along with the rest of the hotel. They were American and this was probably their first adventure on their own.

Barely checked into her hotel and the little one was already being looked over by a predator the likes of which she couldn't even fathom…

"I'm Victor, this is my brother Hector," Hannibal introduced them, motioning to Will.

"Nina," the girl started but a red head about the same age showed up throwing an arm across her shoulders.

"She's sorry! Come on Nina," the other girl insisted before dragging Nina off, who looked even more apologetic at this point.

Once the girls were headed towards the elevator Hannibal frowned, "I'm beginning to think gingers are just inherently rude."

"What about Nina?" Will asked as they slowly moved towards the elevators themselves.

"She was very polite," Hannibal said letting teeth into his smile.

Will didn't want to admit it but he knew what Hannibal had seen while he looked at the girl so intently. Potential. At very least, the potential of potential…

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"I can't believe you stood there all tongue-tied after running into that man!" Emily laughed after the bellhop shut the door, leaving them alone.

"He had a cane! You fell into a man with a cane, that's almost as bad as that kid you bumped into with a broken leg freshman year!" Anya chuckled clapping her friend on the back before grabbing her bags.

"Oh, leave her alone," Helen shooed off their friends, "He told you it was okay, right? I'm sure he'll forget all about it."

Nina huffed shaking her head. "Watch he's going to see me at dinner and he's going to say, oh you're that girl that nearly toppled me over. Then I'm going to be too horrified to eat, and I'll be wasting the extravagant food that's being served, and on top of being wasteful it'll be a waste of money."

"First, I've never seen you not eat something set in front of you, and second our parents are paying for the trip. They filled our accounts, and agreed to pay off the credit cards they gave us as long as we use them mostly for eating." Helen insisted, hands on her hips. "So even if, somehow, you miraculously lost your appetite you wouldn't have to pay for it anyway."

"She was blushing!" Anya shouted from one of the bedrooms.

"That's because Nina like's 'em older!" Emily shouted from a different one, no doubt she'd found the master bedroom of the suite.

"I'm going to spend the rest of this trip in my room…" Nina muttered collecting her bags.

"Oh hush, it's true, you do have an affinity for men," Helen said as she collected her own bags. "You've never cared for anyone our age."

Nina huffed to herself but set off to find a room of her own. This is not how she wanted to start her trip. She just wanted to finish her book, and have a nice time. Now she was going to be afraid that she was going to run into that man every time she left the room, and he'd think she was rude, and it was going to be horrible…

Her friends had already made a nuisance of themselves, being so loud and rowdy in the lobby.

How were they going to survive two weeks alone in a different country?