Disclaimer: The characters in my story, are unfortunetly not mine, but if
they were. lets not go there. Happy reading! Don't sue!
Hannibal Lecter stood before her, his elegant head cocked slightly to the side, bearing down on her, so close she could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Would you ever say to me stop? If you loved me you'd stop."
"Not in a thousand years."
I fear my disappointment shows in my eyes for slightly longer then I would have liked. Did she notice? I bear my teeth, she does not flinch, I move towards her at pace, like a slick panther. I pause moments before contact.
"That's my Girl."
Hannibal Lecter MD lowers his lips to hers, his control is at breaking point, he tastes her for the first time, his skin reacts to hers like a fever.
The sudden cold metal against his wrist breaks him from this trance. She is full of surprises as always.
"Now this is interesting and I'm really pushed for time. So where's the key? Where's the key Clarice?"
She remains still; a single tear runs down her beautiful face. Is she breaking? The sirens are growing louder. Time to go. The cleaver looks appealing.
"Above or below the wrist?"
She remains silent. My hand covers hers, her wrist is exposed. I raise the cleaver.
"This is really going to hurt."
I bring the cleaver crashing down.
"STOP!!!"
I change the direction of the cleaver at the last second; it smashes into the kitchen worktop. I raise my head slowly to look at her, tears fall freely now. She returns my gaze and holds it, her breathing is heavy.
".If you love me you'd stop."
She holds my gaze hopefully, I think.
The sirens; like I said it's time to go, but will she follow? A small smile forms on her lips.
"You stopped?"
I nod gently; I capture the sight of her for my memory palace. She removes her hand from mine, I continue to gaze at her, her small hand closes around my thumb. She squeezes it softly. It is the re-assurance I need. Re- assurance? Have I ever needed that before?
"I believe your pals at the F.B.I are approaching. I must run, the question is will you run with me?"
Hannibal Lecter stood before her, his elegant head cocked slightly to the side, bearing down on her, so close she could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Would you ever say to me stop? If you loved me you'd stop."
"Not in a thousand years."
I fear my disappointment shows in my eyes for slightly longer then I would have liked. Did she notice? I bear my teeth, she does not flinch, I move towards her at pace, like a slick panther. I pause moments before contact.
"That's my Girl."
Hannibal Lecter MD lowers his lips to hers, his control is at breaking point, he tastes her for the first time, his skin reacts to hers like a fever.
The sudden cold metal against his wrist breaks him from this trance. She is full of surprises as always.
"Now this is interesting and I'm really pushed for time. So where's the key? Where's the key Clarice?"
She remains still; a single tear runs down her beautiful face. Is she breaking? The sirens are growing louder. Time to go. The cleaver looks appealing.
"Above or below the wrist?"
She remains silent. My hand covers hers, her wrist is exposed. I raise the cleaver.
"This is really going to hurt."
I bring the cleaver crashing down.
"STOP!!!"
I change the direction of the cleaver at the last second; it smashes into the kitchen worktop. I raise my head slowly to look at her, tears fall freely now. She returns my gaze and holds it, her breathing is heavy.
".If you love me you'd stop."
She holds my gaze hopefully, I think.
The sirens; like I said it's time to go, but will she follow? A small smile forms on her lips.
"You stopped?"
I nod gently; I capture the sight of her for my memory palace. She removes her hand from mine, I continue to gaze at her, her small hand closes around my thumb. She squeezes it softly. It is the re-assurance I need. Re- assurance? Have I ever needed that before?
"I believe your pals at the F.B.I are approaching. I must run, the question is will you run with me?"