haunted by the ghost of you

Belle made attempt to lift herself back up as the wolf appeared from the forests beyond. He was not Hannibal, but he was recognizable. She didn’t know him, but he had been at the challenge. He also easily spoke of her brother, and made mention that she would not find her sibling here. She held herself with pride as she hid how much that fact bothered her. Was Hannibal really gone? The man confirmed that he had seen her where she recognized him from before finally asking who she was.

”I could ask the same.” She started, her amethyst eyes looking him over from her slender nose. ”Deathbelle Ravage Klein,” Her full name rolled off her tongue easily. ”Hannibal’s sister.” She didn’t know how well the dark man knew her brother, and doubted he cared that they did not share a mother.