Amurehna

I am some incarnation of Abigail Hobbs.
Though I am not an only child like in the series. I am the youngest of three sisters and we always reincarnate together.
My oldest sister Colleen looks like Alexis Bledel.
Our middle sister is named Ingrid and has our eyes and skin color, but she has red-blond hair and is usually plump where we are waifish.
We are with Hannibal, and believe that he's helping us find the man who killed out father. Though it was never said, I had an understanding of the story, knowing that he had killed our father, or had manipulated another serial killer into doing it for him.
We are in a barren box car, on a train. It's night and we have all settled down to sleep at one end of the car. The floor is dark weathered wood, which creaks under my feet and feels worn thin. I am the last to lay down. Hannibal is in the right hand corner, under a small sliding window. My eldest sister is in the middle, having left a space for me between her and Hannibal, and our middle sister is in the left corner. We have dully colored blankets in off-white, dusty pink, blue, and light grey with a large plaid pattern. My sisters are already sleep, I can tell Hannibal is still awake. We've rarely been alone together, we still aren't, but this is pretty close. Sigh, what is it with me and serial killers?
He asks me if I'm having trouble sleeping. I say something about it being cold and the movement of the car being unpleasant, presumably because it keeps moving us (slowly) against the wall.
He lifts the blanket and says there's enough to share, and he always runs hot.
I notice he isn't wearing a shirt.
You know where this is going.
I avert my eyes shyly and sidle close to him. At first our shoulders are even and it seems awkward so I scoot down a little, resting my head on his chest. Which felt real, by the way. He asks me what I'm doing, amused by my naivety. I lean back to explain, since I would never presume that he wanted to sleep with me, and he kisses me firmly on the mouth. I can't tell if we're naked, but we must have been because, you know. Sex. It was quickfire and intense. I tried not to embarrass myself by moaning too loudly since my sisters were sleeping nearby.
We move to the middle of the car where there is a simple wooden chair, in the middle of this migration I glance down at my eldest sister and realize that she is awake and seething with ill-concealed rage, glaring at me through her hair.
This strikes me as immensely funny and I can't help it, I start to giggle. Hannibal has no idea why I'm laughing my ass off since, you know. Sex. I try to apologize because I think I've offended him. Sadly, he now knows that Colleen is awake and halts our...activity.
"Right here, Abby? Really?" Colleen hisses at me. "You know how Ingrid feels about him."
Sure I did. Hannibal knows too. Colleen was the most level headed of the three of us, she never really trusted Hannibal. Ingrid was less subtle with her attraction to him. I understand that everything he did tonight was part of his plan to satisfy his curiosity about how we would react. The train's speed has picked up in the last few moments, signaling us that something is wrong.
"How could you let this happen?" Colleen snaps at Hannibal. He makes some excuse about one thing leading to another once we were laying down together.
He hasn't once made a facial expression. Even when we were otherwise occupied he was impassive as stone. He doesn't care about any of us, he just wants to see what will happen.
He moves around the front end of the car, that is now at the front of the train rather than the middle. The far wall is taken up by control panels.
"It seems the conductor has abandoned us." Hannibal says.
As he says this, he's pulling wires from the console and rigging it to explode. My sisters exchange horrified looks, Colleen is sitting on the chair in the middle of the car and Ingrid is sitting on the floor beside her. Hannibal escapes out the window and leaves us to our fate.

I see the train from the exterior, how there's a thick, solid pole at the end of the tracks, and now there is no one to redirect us. I pace the wall of the car like a caged animal, unsure what to do. We can't really jump, we'll die. Immediately before impact I throw the sliding door open and leap out.

There's a lapse. I am not Abby any longer, it's not clear who I am. I am in the Between, the place souls travel through to reach the afterlife. I am following a familiar man through a grocery store to where the employee lockers stand.
Another lapse.
We are in the locker room. The familiar man, I'll call him Bill, is sitting on the floor. Another man clutches me to his chest, I am in a very awkward position that would seem sexual were my hands not bound and between my legs. I can hear his labored breaths as he squeezes me tightly. Squeeze.Inhale.Release.Exhale. Again and again. It hurts and I can't breathe, but I'm relieved when I realize I'm not being raped. From where I am being held I see a third man at the end of the row of lockers. Something strikes the back of his head and drags him backward. Horrifying sucking noises emit from beyond my field of vision. After a few minutes a naked woman with blood on her mouth emerges from the row, followed by a man in a suit and glasses who holds a white handkerchief to his bleeding neck.
My aggressor drops me.
We all walk into a waiting room lined with chairs. Bill takes a chair by the door and I crouch on the floor beside him. I examine the side of his face. He looks so ordinary, how did he come to be in purgatory? Maybe he's a serial killer and the blandness is a mask. I know everyone here is a serial killer and the next level down is Hell.
The naked vampire woman stalks to the middle of the room. Her skin and hair are white, her eyes are like muddy blood, no sclera at all. Her mouth is dark with blood and quirks upward on one side with a humorless smirk. There are arcane symbols and spells, a crescent moon on her abdomen and lines of script wrapping around her thighs.
"Who put you here?" She asks Bill.
"Hannibal..." he starts to explain, but she scoffs.
"HANNIBAL!" Apparently they were all put here by Hannibal. "Don't worry, soon he'll get his."

There's a lapse. I am once more with my sisters, walking through the lighter side of the Between but we aren't heading to the afterlife, we are being prepared to reincarnate. It turns out that we didn't at all survive, our traumatized minds tricked us into believing we had.
I see Colleen in a classroom, she is among the students, sitting cross-legged on the floor. The instructor is a bizarre creature and I have no idea how to describe it...because it honestly looked like a person sized magenta crayon dipped in chocolate. Or a traffic cone. It was terrifying. I see the scene lapsed over a period of time. Each time it flashes, there are fewer students. Finally, Colleen is alone and levitating.
It is suggested that this time we will return remembering all that came before.

The next scene felt sharp, somehow. I am somewhere in Massachusetts, in this life our mother is still around. She stands outside the upstairs bathroom, that sits next to Ingrid's room. Ingrid is telling me about a boy who asked her to prom, and how she wanted to be honest with him and worried that he wouldn't want to go with her after she told him the truth. She's asking for my advice but I haven't really listened to the story, my entire focus is on her lovely face. How I missed my dear sister. In this life her hair is red-blond and falls in corkscrew curls at her shoulders.
She smiles a little, "Hey, are you okay?"
It takes me a moment to find my voice. "Yes, it's just..." She looks at me expectantly. "You're just so beautiful." I lean forward and kiss her on the cheek.
She's pleased by the compliment, if a little confused, and kisses my cheek. "Thanks, I guess. You're beautiful, too."