My first foray in writing fanfiction consumed by online masses was in the Hannibal Lecter fandom. I wrote under a different nom de plume, and at the time, all we had available was Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs (SoTL; book and film) and Hannibal the novel. This was just before the movie came out. We called ourselves Lecterphiles, and we were a naughty bunch that served proudly on the good ship Hannibal/Clarice. The Good Doctor could do no wrong in our eyes, especially mine. I was and am still here for this man. Clarice too, but that’s for another post.
Hannibal Lecter, M.D., b/k/a “Hannibal the Cannibal” is one of the greatest characters in all of fiction. He’s suave, smooth, brilliant, and refined, with senses keener than a bloodhound and an unmatched culinary cleverness. He can eviscerate you with his tongue, his scalpel, and his mind. The Good Doctor was brought to life a second time by none other than the great Sir Anthony Hopkins (the first incarnation was Brian Cox). Sir Anthony’s performance was so perfect that he garnered an Academy Award despite being onscreen for less than twenty minutes, and the world demanded more…and more…and MORE…!