A night of dreams and might be
Disclaimers: yeah I still know I don't own them and never will, just poor scramblings of a dying fan.
Timeline: 1½ year after Chesapeake
Clarice sat in the dark of her duplex, the moon shone it's sliver light in through the window. But Clarice sat in the corner looking into the darkness.
They had finally thrown her out. The FBI, her masters saw no use for her anymore, and after the final mistake they had used her as a scapegoat and gotten ridden of her. Clarice took another drink from the bottle of jack Daniels.
She tried to figure out what was worst, that he had been right all along or that she had wasted her life there, all she had wanted to do was to protect the sheep. Clarice closed her eyes and thought back on the shooting accident that happen two weeks ago. It was strangely similar to the fish market, but this time a young boy was caught in the fire between the officers and the drug lords.
Tears threatened to fall, but Clarice didn't care anymore. She didn't want to pretend anymore, she just wanted to disappear into the darkness, to forget her existent, to forget the FBI to forget all about Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Before she could stop her mind had already uttered. "No you don't want to forget him, you wish he was here, you wish he had come for you and you still do." The voice changed and took on that of a certain metallic one. "Don't lie or I'll know ex Special agent Starling."
Tears where now full flowing down her cheeks, he had hunted her since that first meeting in the dungeon. Now his mouth and kiss hunted her as well. It didn't seem like it was more then 1 and ½ years ago since that last faithful meeting in Chesapeake, yet it was, it felt like it had been yesterday. Time had slowed down for Clarice.
Somehow she had expected to hear from him, she had tried to deny it, but she held her breath every time she went out to her mailbox, and was equally disappointed to find nothing there. But she didn't blame him.
She had sat by the phone, just looking at it for hours, and when it did ring she was almost angry because it wasn't Dr. Lecter, but the bureau that called to say that she was to attend a hearing. She knew then that is was over, and she had been relieved, she had thought about quitting her self. But they had apparently forgiven her, she was back on duty, but again it was only to do drug raids. She was wasted, she would be good at being an agent, but it wasn't good enough for the bureau, she was tainted, and she learned later that the only reason she had been kept in the warmth was because of the media.
All she had ever wanted didn't want her, Clarice felt the anger and torment running up her spine, and she threw the bottle against the opposite wall. She felt used, they had used her, and for what? To capture him? Clarice got up, and moved towards the stairs. She needed to sleep, even though she knew that sleep would not come easy, and if she awoke it would be to hangovers.
She took the first step; his voice in the back of her mind was silenced as a hand gently stopped her from taking the next.
Clarice froze; she didn't dare to turn around, afraid that it would be phantom. She remembered she had read somewhere that one is given strength to bear what happens to one, but not the 100 and 1 different things that might happen.
Could it be him, after all this time, she was afraid to hope, and yet all it took was the second it would take for her to turn around. Clarice couldn't instead she took another step up the stairs.
When
To be continued, if anyone is interested in that, that is. Please review.
Ta ta guber
Disclaimers: yeah I still know I don't own them and never will, just poor scramblings of a dying fan.
Timeline: 1½ year after Chesapeake
Clarice sat in the dark of her duplex, the moon shone it's sliver light in through the window. But Clarice sat in the corner looking into the darkness.
They had finally thrown her out. The FBI, her masters saw no use for her anymore, and after the final mistake they had used her as a scapegoat and gotten ridden of her. Clarice took another drink from the bottle of jack Daniels.
She tried to figure out what was worst, that he had been right all along or that she had wasted her life there, all she had wanted to do was to protect the sheep. Clarice closed her eyes and thought back on the shooting accident that happen two weeks ago. It was strangely similar to the fish market, but this time a young boy was caught in the fire between the officers and the drug lords.
Tears threatened to fall, but Clarice didn't care anymore. She didn't want to pretend anymore, she just wanted to disappear into the darkness, to forget her existent, to forget the FBI to forget all about Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Before she could stop her mind had already uttered. "No you don't want to forget him, you wish he was here, you wish he had come for you and you still do." The voice changed and took on that of a certain metallic one. "Don't lie or I'll know ex Special agent Starling."
Tears where now full flowing down her cheeks, he had hunted her since that first meeting in the dungeon. Now his mouth and kiss hunted her as well. It didn't seem like it was more then 1 and ½ years ago since that last faithful meeting in Chesapeake, yet it was, it felt like it had been yesterday. Time had slowed down for Clarice.
Somehow she had expected to hear from him, she had tried to deny it, but she held her breath every time she went out to her mailbox, and was equally disappointed to find nothing there. But she didn't blame him.
She had sat by the phone, just looking at it for hours, and when it did ring she was almost angry because it wasn't Dr. Lecter, but the bureau that called to say that she was to attend a hearing. She knew then that is was over, and she had been relieved, she had thought about quitting her self. But they had apparently forgiven her, she was back on duty, but again it was only to do drug raids. She was wasted, she would be good at being an agent, but it wasn't good enough for the bureau, she was tainted, and she learned later that the only reason she had been kept in the warmth was because of the media.
All she had ever wanted didn't want her, Clarice felt the anger and torment running up her spine, and she threw the bottle against the opposite wall. She felt used, they had used her, and for what? To capture him? Clarice got up, and moved towards the stairs. She needed to sleep, even though she knew that sleep would not come easy, and if she awoke it would be to hangovers.
She took the first step; his voice in the back of her mind was silenced as a hand gently stopped her from taking the next.
Clarice froze; she didn't dare to turn around, afraid that it would be phantom. She remembered she had read somewhere that one is given strength to bear what happens to one, but not the 100 and 1 different things that might happen.
Could it be him, after all this time, she was afraid to hope, and yet all it took was the second it would take for her to turn around. Clarice couldn't instead she took another step up the stairs.
When
To be continued, if anyone is interested in that, that is. Please review.
Ta ta guber