Will held his breath as he drew the circle on the floor of Hannibal's room. He could feel his muscles tensing as he forced his hand to be steady. The circle needed to be perfect. He had been practicing for weeks now leading to tonight. There was no room for failure.

Finished with the circle, Will began to draw the intricate designs of the pentagram. He followed the instructions from the black book he found buried in the forest with the help of Hannibal's returned powers. Afterward, Will set the candles at the specified points directed in the book. He lit the candles causing the light to cast eerie shadows along the walls of the barren room.

A familiar weight settled itself on his shoulder, and Will smiled as tiny claws raked through his hair.

"It is just about finished." Will said. He turned his head to give Hannibal a kiss.

The fae purred. "Good. I fear, my dear Will, I'm becoming impatient. Midnight is almost here."

Will glanced up at the clock on the wall. He had put it there for the purpose of the ritual. Timing was crucial. If they were to do this right, they needed to begin at the strike of midnight.

Will was distracted from the clock as Hannibal nipped at his ears and neck.

"Best you get in the circle, Hannibal. We'll have to do this soon."

"Hmm… maybe just one more nibble."

Hannibal bit at Will's ear again, this time drawing blood on the lobe. Will laughed and captured his love in his hands. Hannibal looked at ease in his palms. His red eyes were hooded in barely concealed lust as he lapped the rest of Will's blood off his lips. "I simply cannot wait until the curse is broken to fully repay you, my dear Will."

"Let's just hope this works. I'm no witch. Who knows what will happen?"

"I have the uttermost faith in you."

Will smiled and stroked Hannibal's face. Hannibal in turn nipped at Will's thumb, his teeth still stained red. Will allowed Hannibal to give his fingers sharp kisses before he carefully lowered him to the center of the circle. Hannibal gracefully jumped down the rest of the way. Will backed away, examined his circle to make sure everything was perfect and looked up at the clock again.

"Are you ready?"

"More than you could imagine."

Will picked up the knife at his side. He hesitated only a moment before slicing the blade through his palm. He put the knife down quickly and brought his hands together so the blood would pool. Will made eye contact with Hannibal, whose eyes had begun to glow bright red.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

The clock chimed.

Hannibal spoke in an unknown language.

Will dripped his blood onto Hannibal.

The pentagram began to glow; Will had to look away. The sting in his palm, barely noticeable before, grew stronger, and Will realized that the pain was traveling up his arm. He looked down at his hand and to his horror matching symbols from the pentagram began to creep up his arm.

"Wh-what? What's happening?"

The pain became unbearable. It encompassed him. He fell to the floor and could only gasp in agony.

Hannibal stopped chanting. The pain only intensified.

"Don't worry, my dear William. It is all going to plan."

The candles flickered out.

Hey there. It has been awhile since I've visited the Doll House. When I had first thought up an ending I thought of three different endings and I couldn't decide which one I wanted.

So.

I decided on all three.

There will be Ending A, B, C. Hopefully I can get them out all in a timely fashion (and have them be longer than this chapter haha.)