Patrick Bateman smiled as he welcomed Freddie Lounds into his apartment. “May I take your coat?” Patrick said with a smile. “Yes you may, thank you” Freddie said as she eased out of her fur. They walked into his lavish apartment and Freddie sat down. Patrick walked over into the kitchen. Patrick opened the fridge. In the fridge were two cups of sorbet and three women’s heads in plastic bags.
“Miss Lounds can I offer you some sorbet?”
“No thank you what I had at Arcadia was enough. I heard that Dorsia was having sea urchin crevice again. We should have gone there.”
Patrick winced as he closed the fridge. “Nobody goes there anymore.”
He turned and began to make both of them a drink. “So Freddie tell me about your work at Tattle crime.”
“O sure well I’ve been working there…” Patrick stopped listening. It was excruciating to hear this dumb piece of meat talk. She thought so highly of herself. Her pretentiousness made the prolonging of her murder almost too much. Patrick couldn’t help but reach for the knives as he made their drinks. Lecter had told him if he couldn’t control himself he was as useful as a rabid dog. Patrick had smiled at Lecter when he told him this and replied, “I’m not your Will.”
Patrick pulled his hand back and tried to focus on the drinks. Lounds was still talking. He turned, smiled and nodded as all he could think about was stabbing her eyes out and watching her scream running around blind. His smile widened. “Well that all sounds very interesting.” Patrick said as he walked over to Freddie. He handed her drink to her and sat down. He noticed the handle of the nail gun under the couch was showing and pushed it back under with his foot. “So tell me about your work at Pierce and Pierce.” Patrick looked at his watch and realized that Lecter was late. Unbelievable. Visiting his most prized possession. Patrick had to remind himself not to fall into his traps like Will did. “Doesn’t your father own a large portion of Pierce and Pierce?” Patrick looked at her. Was she writing a fucking piece? “Are you writing a piece on me?” he asked playfully. Her eyes narrowed a bit. “Your father actually.” “So this wasn’t really a date?” “Maybe.” She gave him a sly smile. Patrick looked at his watch again. He looked out the window and sighed. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about your father and we’ll see where the night takes us.” She smiled and finished her drink. “I think I need another.” She sat back. Patrick smiled at her and bent down to get her glass but picked up the nail gun instead and fired directly into her mouth. “Whore.” He fired two more bolts into her chest and threw her to the floor. She was making a gurgling wailing noise as she choked on the blood and teeth in her throat. Patrick began laughing at the noise she was making. She choked up some teeth onto his carpet. “How rude. That’s expensive bitch.” He pointed the nail gun at her forehead and fired three more bolts into her. Her head flayed back with each shot and the last one hit her so hard her neck snapped. Patrick was breathing hard. He calmed himself, sat down and took his drink in hand.
The door to his apartment opened and closed. Footsteps walked down the hall. Hannibal Lecter walked into the room. “You’ve made quite a mess Patrick. I didn’t hear any yelling this time.” Patrick dropped the nail gun on the couch and stood up. “I’ve improved.” He sat his drink down.
“Look what you did to my lungs Patrick.” “The bolts went clean through if you wanted to use the remainder.” He looked at Lecter. Lecter gave him a smooth stare. “Help me get her on the table.” They hoisted her body up onto the kitchen prep space. Patrick opened a locked drawer and handed a set of scapals to Lecter. “You started without me.” Lecter said as he began cutting open Freddie Lounds. “You were late.” Patrick watched closely clearly getting aroused by it. “This one is going to get complicated Patrick. Miss Lounds was close to the F.B.I. This might attract Jack Crawfords attention.” Hannibal smirked a little as he removed Freddie’s spleen. Jack will have an easy catch with this one. “We could just get rid of the body instead of displaying it.” Patrick suggested as he usually did. He did not understand these games Hannibal played with the F.B.I. Bateman preferred to avoid the police. “No.” Hannibal snapped back quickly. Patrick gave a stern glare. “I want to eat her brain.” “That can be arranged.” Lecter spoke calmly thinking about who to serve Miss Lounds too. Such a shame he could not partake in her kill. Hannibal was more than a little upset about it, but didn’t show it. There was a lot of work to be done, and this new toy was more aware than he wanted him to be. “Ok Patrick, Let’s get what’s left of Miss Lounds into this Jean-Paul Gaultier.”