The Harvinger

Chapter 1

Hannibal woke me up early in the morning. "Good morning, my love." He purred, sitting up beside me. I yawned and stretched then laid my head on his lap. He stroked my raven hair. "Did you have a good slumber?" He asked. I smiled as I sat up and kissed his lips. He arched an eyebrow and kissed me back. When our lips parted, I was beaming. "It was lovely." He smiled softly and stroked my cheek. "Good." He slipped out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I know what your thinking, 'why is a 25 year old women throwing away her life for a serial killer thats why too old for her?' Well the simplest answer is that I have been 25 years old for a very long time, thousands of years to be persis, and serial killers are the only thing that thrill me. Regular people are perdictable and boring but a serial killer's mind works in thousands of ways and have over millions of different outcomes. I've only been with two, Hannibal Lecter and Jack the Ripper. He thinks I have no clue to where he goes late at night but I know, I always know where he is. "Christina?" He called softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked to see he was dressed. "Are you getting up?" He asked. I smiled and got out of bed.

I came downstairs and walked into the kitchen where he was cooking something. I moved closer and saw it was brain. I looked up at him and smiled. "Fresh, I hope." He looked confused for a minute. I sat down. "I have to tell you something, Love," I paused as he sat down beside me. "I know where you go and what you do." He smirked and arched an eyebrow. "Do you?" I nodded. "And your not scared, repulsed, disgusted?" He questioned. I let a small laugh escape me. "I have been alive for so many years that your the only thing that excites me." I didn't expect his hand to come crashing down on mine with a knife. I looked at the blade embeded in my hand. He studied me. "Does it not hurt?" He asked. I met his gaze. "Yes but," I pulled the knife out and set it on the table. The wound instantly closed. "I heal." He picked up my hand and traced where the knife had been. He brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly, sending firey lust to fill me as I moaned softly. He kissed up my arm then ravished my neck. His lips met mine and we parted. He stroked my cheek. "Do you trust me?" A small smile spread over my lips. "No, not even in a thousand more years." He smirked and nipped at my lips. "Thats my girl." He hissed. "I have to leave for work." He soon left. I smiled and cleaned up with a flick of my hand. Yeah magic. I smiled at the clean surroundings and then heard a knock on the door. I walked over and peaked out the window shade. The police stood there. I waved my hand and the entire house was cleaned of any incriminating traces. I opened the door. "Hello, constaples." I greeted. They had their hands on their guns. "Ma'am we have received an tip that you are in fact harbouring mass murderer, Hannibal Lecter." The female officer said. I smiled and moved inside. "Look if you like but I can assure you that Hannibal Lecter has not visited my home." They all ran in except for one who wanted to talk to me. "You have never seen or came into contact with this man?" She asked suspiciously. "Nope." I said. I noticed Lecter's car parked on the side of the street, watching me. He gave the tip. He was testing me. I turned back as the officers filed out of the house. "No sign, false alarm, ma'am." She said and they left. I looked towards Lecter's car and winked as he smirked. I walked back into the house, hips swaying.

I sat on the window seat reading a book about Romeo and Juliet when the door opened and closed. I looked up as Lecter entered the room. I set my book down and stood. "Did I pass?" I purred. He smirked and walked to me, slamming me against the wall. "Yes, you did, my dear." He then lifted up my dress and rubbed my legs. I growled and he smirked and arched his eyebrow at me. "I have told you, Christina... you are to have patients." I nodded. "Yes, Hannibal." I purred. A knock came from the door once again that day and I sighed softly. I kissed his lips and walked to the door. I opened it and saw a man standing there in funny robes. "Christina Blackthorn aka the Harvinger?" He asked. I nodded. "May I come in?" He asked. I smiled and moved aside. He walked in and I looked outside for anyone watching before shutting the door. I turned and leaned my back against the door as he turned to look at me. "My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am here to offer you a teaching job." He explained. I saw Hannibal coming up behind him. "You don't say." I mused. He smiled. "You don't need to bash me over the head or drug me, Dr. Lecter." He mused. Hannibal grinned and walked around to come stand beside me. "I don't wish to speak in front of a wanted muggle criminal." He said looking pointedly at Lecter. I grinned and kissed Hannibal. I heard the van doors open and close. I pulled away and winked. "Your ride is here, love." I purred. He smirked and looked out the window. "So I see." He slammed me against the wall, pinning me, and ravishing my neck. I moaned and grinned but the door opened and he was ripped away from me. He was put in a straight jacket and a mask was put on his face covering his jaw, mouth, and nose. I smiled as the men nodded to me and took him away. "I'll visit, love!" I called. He laughed. I shut the door and turned back to Albus. "I've got nothing but time. What will I have to do?" I asked. "Just security, you will be paid well but I need you to watch over a family." He said. I sighed. "Fine." I waved my hand and I stood in a tight fitting, floor length, long sleeved, black dress and a bilowing black robe. I summoned my wand and put my black hair up in a black pony tail. Albus looked at me and smirked. I raised an eyebrow. He offered his arm and I took it.