Hey this is our second story! Warning fem!Will and HannibalxTwilight crossover, but you should give it a chance. It's only has some Twilight, mostly Hannibal. Will update other stories soon.

Prologue part 1

Will felt utterly numb as she walked down the stairs. For once in her life, her mind was blank. No murderous thoughts or gruesome images. Just nothing, not even her own thoughts.

As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw Hannibal leaning toward the window over the sink, taking a long drag off his cigarette. As he blew the smoke out of the window, Will felt warmth in her chest to know that she was the only one to know about Hannibal's most hated habit he cannot kick, even with all of his self-control. It was one of those rare moments she saw her lover as human. As she walked around the neat kitchen island, she gently grabbed Hannibal's hand and he turned to face her. She stared into his strange maroon eyes for ten seconds, a miracle for her, and one she only bestows upon Hannibal, before speaking to his nose.

"I'm pregnant."

18 years later

I finished putting the last of my boxes in my new room. I looked outside the window to see, as no surprise, it was raining again. Forks rain is different, it's cold whereas the rain is humid in Sugarloaf. I had to buy a whole new, warmer, wardrobe before moving here. Mama said that things will be different here, that we were safe here. I think she was trying to convince herself that more than me.

As I start to unpack boxes, I hear my mom and the dogs moving around down stairs. We just got the house today and it already smells like dog. That's the one good thing about this move, we were able to take the dogs with us. I don't think mama had it in her to lose the dogs, too.

Hours later, I here Clair De Lune float upstairs. Mama must have given up and started making dinner. She only listens to music when she's cooking, sad, drunk, or all of the above. Even then, she only plays classical. I could already smell the potatoes cooking in the broth. Potato soup for dinner then. Before we came to the house, we stopped a chain grocery store to get some stuff. It was a big step for Mama. She usually only lets us eat what we have grown ourselves, but this house didn't come with a garden. I don't think Mama would have trusted it if it had. I think the last time I ate something not home grown, and meat for that matter, was the last day Mama was in the hospital. The first time anyways.

As I head down stairs to help, I can't help but dread tomorrow. I start at the local high school tomorrow morning. It's the middle of the second semester and I haven't been in school all year. Plus it's not like the schools in Sugarloaf. People are going to notice the new kid. I might be better than Mama, but I'm still not good at being social.