Disclaimers: the usual, the characters are
owned by Thomas Harris, I've just borrowed them to play around
...promise I'll bring them back all well and happy...
Authors Note:
This is the Sequel to , as requested :-)).
You don't have to read first but
it'll be helpful for some things.
Warning!!! In the end it'll be NC-17
so please be warned and don't read it if you are offended
by that kind of stuff!
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Ticket for a long journey 1/?
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She didn't know how long she'd been sitting
there, crying. There weren't any tears left in her slender body.
Only traces of bitter tears were shown on the tender skin of her
cheeks. The normally clear blue eyes were swollen now and red
from crying.
Clarice just sat there on the edge of the
bed in the room that she had called home for all her grown-up
life.
The letter was still in her hand. Her fingers
were clenched tightly around the fine paper - she'd hold on to
it as if her life was dependent on it.
She stared into nothing totally oblivious
to her surroundings.
*It's over* she said to herself *it's all
over - I'll never see him again....*
....................
Clarice closed her hurting eyes. Again despair
washed over her and shook her body, but no tears were coming -
they were spent long ago. She had never felt that before - such
pain for which there was no relief, no way to ease it - she felt
as if another important person in her life had died on her.
Clarice sighed deeply. She let her head fall
down into her hands, propped herself on her knees for support.
Silky hair hung around her face like a veil.
When she opened her eyes again she noticed
the single silvery gleaming cuff that must have fallen out when
she'd opened the letter. It lay there between her small shapely
feet.
Agent Starling remembered his words: 'it's
a symbol for that one night we shared.' Slowly she stuck out one
hand and picked it up - so very careful as if it was something
fragile that could break into pieces with one single touch.
When her fingers touched the cold metal the
little hair on the back of her neck stood on end. The touch released
a vision that flashed into her mind. The whole night, all those
precious hours displayed in her head. The mere thought of his
hands touching her sent shivers down her spine, desire and longing
replaced all pain and despair.
She missed him ....she really missed Dr. Hannibal
Lecter. Just in this moment she realized what he meant by calling
the handcuff a symbol. All their fighting and battling, the tussles
they had: it all had been a simple foreplay to what had followed.
She admitted to herself now that there wouldn't have been another
way for her. It was her fate not to be able to resist him - and
even love him.
He knew that all along and made her realize
it - but too late.
Clarice placed the cuff between her palms
and raised it to her mouth - she kissed it tenderly. "I miss
you....!"
TICKET FOR A LONG JOURNEY
By: Sacara