Who: Hannibal King kinghannibal & Abigail Whistler playlistfighter When: Backdated to after this Where: Hannibal's Apartment What: Hannibal and Abigail have a drink, and talk about their luck being stuck here. Rating: Audience Discretion Advised Warnings: Lots of language, bitchy talk about other people and sexual innuendos Status: Closed/Complete GDoc
The cuts and scrapes Hannibal had were nothing really compared to a couple of fights he’d been in. Bar fights had, at one point and time, been his specialty. Hannibal had doctored them with the first aid kit he’d found in the bathroom. It’d done the trick well enough, and he had a couple of butterfly bandages over one particularly nasty cut on his forehead but the rest? Well, they were scabbing over nicely and not red so he was counting that as a win.
Whereas most people seemed to be freaking out, Hannibal, on the other hand, was quite grateful for the break. That didn’t mean that he was going to get too comfortable, but at the same time? A little bit of peace was welcome.
It wasn’t as if the Nightstalkers got a lot of time off.
Knowing that Abigail was there was did put his mind at ease. She’d been his saving grace on more than one occasion, and at this point in his life, he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. Hannibal pushed himself up off the couch, moving to unlock the door to his apartment so that Abigail could just let herself in. Going to the kitchen, he pulled open the pantry, eyeballing the drinks that had been provided upon his arrival.
One could argue that most things would go with vodka if a person wanted something to mix it with. Personally Hannibal prefered his vodka straight, though he put a few options out, and there was some juice in the fridge in the event that Abigail wanted anything to mix it with.
Hearing the door open, Hannibal turned to look towards the doorway. “Hey, come in, make yourself at home. I’ve got mixers here if you want them, and if not? Here’s a glass.” He pulled two fresh glasses from one of the cabinets and held it out to her.
~*~
Abby wasn’t surprised that Hannibal was injured. If it wasn’t vamps, it was usually his mouth that got him into trouble, but she liked that about him. He kept things interesting, and he was pretty much the only fighter she trusted to have her back. The change in scenery wasn’t the worst thing that could happen given where they’d left things off back home, but it was still mildly concerning. She was glad to have her weapons, even if she did wish for some variety in clothes. At least the ones she had were comfortable. Finding herself in a place with unfamiliar clothes would’ve been a lot creepier, she supposed, as she made her way to Hannibal’s place, a bottle of decent vodka in hand.
She knocked first, then turned the knob, eyes peeled for danger. Not that she had anything to worry about, seeing as he’d lucked out with a single. Bastard. “Hey,” Abigail replied, nodding her head in his direction as she took in his appearance - he’d bandaged up well - and his apartment. “Nice digs,” she added, shutting the door behind her and making her way inside, setting her bottle of vodka down next to his before stripping off her bow. It got placed next to her, in easy reach if necessary. “I’ve got a roommate looks like. Didn’t stick around to meet whoever it is, though.” Another person was a potential problem, but Abby knew how to take care of herself and this place probably meant she wasn’t due for a good night’s sleep in a while.
“Straight for me. Too much shit swirling around up here,” she said with a shrug, tapping her temple lightly. “You think Zoe landed somewhere safe?” Sommerfield would come back from the dead to kill her if anything happened to Zoe. Abby poured herself a glass of the clear liquid, taking a larger-than-necessary sip before settling back on the couch more comfortably.
~*~*~*~
Moving to the couch, Hannibal took a seat a cushion down from Whistler, giving her a little space for the time being. “Straight it is then.” Hannibal didn’t care one way or another, as long as they got their drink on? Fuck the rest of it. He understood all too well about shit swirling around inside ones own mind. People were their fucking own worst enemy. “Yeah, I gotcha.” He picked up the bottle and poured himself a couple of fingers before tipping the glass back and taking the shot.
The alcohol burned a fiery path down his throat, but by God it felt awesome.
“Hm,” Hannibal licked his lips, and then cleared his throat, “She’ll be okay. Kid’s fucking smart, and I’ve seen that this place pulls people from different timelines in various worlds so it’s possible that where she’s at? We never left.” It was something to think about at any rate, Hannibal couldn’t think about Zoe being left alone for too long otherwise he’d make himself even more fucking crazy.
“I mean, did Daystar take out the vamps, Whistler?” He glanced over at her, “The last thing I remember was Danica was about to wrap her goddamn hand around my throat. If so, that might be your answer right there.” He gave her a look before pouring himself another shot, “So, I wouldn’t worry too much. She should be okay, and who knows? She might be sent here with us.” Hannibal could only hope that she would be, because despite what he might say? He was worried.
Tossing back another shot, Hannibal poured himself a nice helping and he too leaned back against the back of the sofa. “Have you heard or seen anything?” Hannibal hadn’t seen any vamps yet, or at least none of them had outed themselves just yet. They always got too cocky and announced what they were, if any of them were around? Well, it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows for them.
~*~
Abby knocked her shot back without a thought, reaching for the bottle to pour them another round. The shit they’d been through, they deserved to get well and truly drunk off their asses, now that they didn’t have any responsibilities weighing them down. “Here’s hoping,” she replied about Zoe, clinking her glass to his before downing the vodka shot, relishing the burn as it went down. Alcohol wasn’t something they could indulge in often back home, not if they wanted to live. She hadn’t had a drink in a long time, more because there were too many other things going on than her wanting to stay sober or something.
“Jeeze, yea. Blade and I came to get you and Zoe. You got Grimwood back for all his shit, and Blade stuck my Daystar arrow into Drake’s chest. Sommerfield perfected a small dose, but it needed Drake’s blood. There’s a chance it could’ve killed Blade, but his body never turned up, so who knows.” At least they weren’t too far apart, timeline wise. That would’ve been weird, for them to have a huge chunk of time missing between them. “Here’s hoping she shows up, then. Could do with having her safe, though how safe this place is, who knows.” Maybe it was for the better that Zoe was back home, hopefully with the two of them taking care of her.
“No vamps. Not yet, at least. People coming from all over though, so who knows if their vamps are anything like ours. I mean, for all we know, there could be places where vampires are a normal thing, or there’s some other bullshit like werewolves or witches or something. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need to be on guard for as long as we’re here.” And wasn’t that a shitty thought. “I came with most of my weapons, thank god. This place saw fit to make me a cop, can you believe it?” Cops and Nightstalkers did not get along, so it was funny to her that she’d gotten assigned to cop duty by this place. “They stick you somewhere too?”
Abby poured herself another shot and knocked it back. A moment later, she toed off her boots and put her feet up, sliding her toes underneath Hannibal’s thigh. The rest of the place was some whacked out mess, but with him, Abby felt grounded. This place was going to fuck with them, but if they stuck together, it wouldn’t win.
~*~
Hannibal shifted his leg up in order for Abigail to slide her toes underneath his leg, still pondering her words. At least they’d managed to get Daystar out there, “Yeah, I remember beating him up. Danica was getting ready to grab me when I was pulled here.” Hannibal wasn’t sold about this place being safe. He’d heard some weird shit had happened at a place some people were at before this, so if it was sort of the same? Hell, it was only a matter of time. “Blade’s a tough motherfucker. He probably made it out.” He wouldn’t put anything past Blade. That fucker was slick, and he honestly figured that the Daywalker made it out alive somehow.
He too hoped Zoe showed up, for more Abigail’s peace of mind than his own but really? He was worried.
Taking a sip of his vodka, “From the looks of things, we’ll probably be dealing with a little bit of everything. There’s a lady here that can make snow and ice.” He lolled his head to the side, and looked over at Abigail with an amused look. “How’s that for fucking weird?” He chuckled, and shook his head. “I have no fucking idea. Who knows what this place will stick us with? I’m not worried about any of it.” He too felt that as long as they were together everything would be alright in the end.
Laughing, Hannibal lifted his glass. “Yeah, I’m a bartender down at Test City Bar & Grill. How’s that for fucking irony?” He gave a small inclination of his head in her direction. “So they stuck you with a police gig huh? Sounds fitting. How’s everyone down at the station?” He asked, placing one of his hands on her knee.
~*~
“I really fucking hate that bitch,” Abby muttered. Danica was a fucking psychotic piece of shit as far as she was concerned. After everything she’d done to Hannibal, after finding fucking Dracula, the bitch deserved to burn for eternity. Abigail rolled her shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension that thinking about the past always seemed to bring up. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did make it out, but I guess we won’t know that until we make it back home, huh? Or if he lands his grumpy ass here.” She half smiled at the thought, amused at the idea of Blade being stuck in Test City with no vampires to fight.
“Snow and ice? Sounds like something out of one of Zoe’s story books,” she replied. “That’ll be nice. Bunch of fairytales walking around and us. Does that make us fairytale characters too?” Abby nudged him a little, playfully. The idea that they were akin to fairytales was absurd on so many levels. They weren’t glamorous and they certainly didn’t get a fairytale ending. Mostly, they were just lucky to make it back to base without serious injury or anyone dying. “I figure we’ll land on our feet. We usually do.”
She grinned at his admission that he’d be working as a bartender. “Hey, it’s perfect. You get to schmooze all you want and scope out the chicks, all while getting the juicy gossip. It’s basically the best job for you,” Abby teased, shaking her head at him. “They’re not too bad. Sheriff's got this weird vibe, but in a good way? Something tells me he was more on our side of the law than with cops, but the same could be said for my patrol partner, so.” She shrugged. “Alice is a good partner. She’ll have my back, same as I’ve got her’s. This place is pretty quiet compared to what we’re used to. I doubt it’ll get too crazy.”
Abigail hoped that’d be the case, at least.
~*~
Giving a small inclination of his head in Abigail’s direction, Hannibal brought his glass back up to his lips, and before taking a sip he stated. “You’re not the only one.” It would make Hannibal’s fucking life to see that bitch die in a terrible, awful way. Personally he had several ways in mind. Hannibal made a face, “Could you imagine him here?” He gave Whistler a look and shook his head, “I don’t know if that would be a good thing or not.”
The alcohol was warming his insides real nice, and he was feeling pretty damned relaxed about everything right now. To be truthful he’d been pretty relaxed about all of this since arriving, he was ready for a break and this place seemed to be as good as any.
At least he and Abigail were together, that was something that mattered to Hannibal.
Laughing, Hannibal shook his head. “Fuck if I know. As long as people don’t start breaking out into random song I think it’ll be okay.” That was something he wasn’t sure he could handle without breaking out into random song himself and that? That wasn’t good for anyone’s ears.
He gave Whistler’s knee a squeeze. There was truth in her words. They always did manage to land back on their feet regardless of what happened. Hannibal could still feel where Drake had stabbed him, hell, it hadn’t fully healed up yet and Danica shoving her heel into the wound hadn’t helped matters any either.
“It is a nice gig. I’m not even going to lie.” Everyone was nice, the clientele was good enough, and yeah he got all the good gossip even if he didn’t want to hear it. “I haven’t heard anything worth repeating yet, but I’ll keep my ears open. As for hot chicks, I can’t think of any hotter chicks than the one sitting beside me.” He gave Abigail a playful waggle of his brows, although he was being serious in his own way.
He was glad that she had a good partner on the police force. Hannibal knew Whistler could handle herself without any question, hell, she’d helped him out of more than one jam in the past. Hannibal was man enough to admit that. “I’m glad you got a good partner, and as long as the sheriff does his job? I doubt they’ll be any problems.” He hoped that things didn’t get too crazy, but something told Hannibal that they might not be so lucky.
Crazy shit liked to follow them wherever they went. “Here’s to hoping that the crazy shit is behind us. I’m looking forward to some fucking downtime. We deserve it.” He raised his glass toward Abigail and then took a sip of his drink.
~*~
They could spend years torturing Danica and still find ways new ways to tear the shit out of her. Abby wouldn’t mind spending the rest of her natural life with that bitch as a hobby. Honestly though, she didn’t want to think about the vampire bitch any longer than necessary. Here she was, drinking good alcohol, on what amounted to a vacation, with pretty much the only guy she trusted with her life. Not too bad, all things considered.
“I’m not worried. Only downside is, they aren’t that big on letting me patrol with my headphones in. Something about being alert or some shit,” she replied, a grin playing on her lips. They both knew she was plenty alert even with her tunes, but Abby was willing to play along for now. Keeping a job would be a good thing, and it wasn't like there were a bunch of vamps running around Teat City. Whatever the city's inhabitants had to offer, Abigail wasn't worried in the slightest. Maybe after a few months, she'd wish for a challenge.
"You're a flirt, King. That's always good when you're talking to a sure thing." She knocked back her glass and leaned over to set it on the table before she shifted, climbing onto his lap to straddle him. They absolutely did deserve some down time and it had been awhile since they'd taken a tumble together. Nature of their work, and all that mess.
"Why don't we enjoy the peace while it lasts. Nowhere stays quiet for long," she replied, settling her hands at his waist, her fingers sliding effortlessly underneath the fabric of his shirt. It wasn't exactly phrased as a question, but they both knew either one of them could say no, no hard feelings. Their relationship was undefined for the most part, something born of the world they lived in, and the nature of their work, but Abigail was happy with it. No one else understood her drive or respected her talent the way Hannibal did. That understanding went both ways, and it had evolved pretty naturally between them. Fighting and fucking went hand in hand, with adrenaline pumping and riding the high of being alive. It was the quiet moments when they came together that made Abby think there could be more.
"Ready to trade that drink for another kind of buzz?"
~*~
Hannibal made a scoffing sound, “How dare they? Shit, you’re alert all the time.” He knew better than most that Whistler enjoyed hunting with her music playing. He’d never questioned it as her reflexes were quick, and she seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to hunting vamps. Sometimes Hannibal wondered if her father had taught her how to hunt like that, without the use of her hearing and sight.
Knowing the old man he probably had. King hadn’t met him, but he’d heard enough stories to know that Papa Whistler was a tough sonofabitch.
Chuckling he too polished off his drink, brows rising a bit as she moved to straddle him. “Shit it doesn’t matter if it’s a sure thing or not, beautiful women deserve to be flirted with and complimented.” He didn’t care if Abigail believed him or not when he tossed compliments her way, or made fun of him for flirting with her, he still meant every word that he said to her.
Whatever they had going on worked out for the two of them. Hannibal was fine without labeling things, or labeling them for that matter. She’d saved him from hell, and had every reason to kill him the night they met. Hannibal was thankful that she hadn’t, he enjoyed the life he had now and he was admittedly grateful for the vacation they were both on now.
Putting his cup down, Hannibal ran his hands up her thighs, “Yeah, I agree with you on that part.” He was all for enjoying what little peace and quiet they could get. He figured in a few months, if this peace lasted, they’d both be antsy for something a little more challenging, or a little more fucking.
Hannibal was okay with that.
His hands pushed up the edge of her shirt, settling on her now bare sides. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” He grinned up at her, and then closed the distance between them to press his lips firmly against hers. Whatever may happen, they had each other, and Hannibal knew it would all work out for the two of them.