F.B.I
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Thomas Harris and the theme of the story belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Please don't flame at me coz this is my very first attempt, so if you criticize me, please do it nicely ;-)
1 Chapter 1
This is a story about the woman I loved. The woman I love is……….dead.
I remember the first time I set eyes on her. She was a young pretty little thing. She had an air of innocence around her, and when I looked into her eyes I saw the sheer determination in them. I won't fool you by saying that it was love at first sight, as I don't believe in such things, but there was definitely an attraction. I know she felt it to.
Those meetings in the dungeon seem like a lifetime away. They're unimportant, yet important in there own way. I have a special room in my memory palace for those few early encounters with my little Starling. The one that comes to memory now is her sitting in front of my cell, the tears that I could see in her eyes that she would not let fall in my presence. I only wished to make the pain stop, but I had to test her to see if she was worthy for my speaking with her.
The other time that I remember vividly was the first time I touched her. When her finger touched mine all those years ago. I knew then that I loved this woman, and that I would never let her go. I vowed to myself that I'd make her see and confess her feelings towards me.
But as I have said before, these things are no longer important, yet I keep them with me. I will never forget the incorruptible little Starling. The one that was sent to the lion and actually survived.
More will be up soon, if you want it. I just need to figure out how to do the next chapter.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Thomas Harris and the theme of the story belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Please don't flame at me coz this is my very first attempt, so if you criticize me, please do it nicely ;-)
1 Chapter 1
This is a story about the woman I loved. The woman I love is……….dead.
I remember the first time I set eyes on her. She was a young pretty little thing. She had an air of innocence around her, and when I looked into her eyes I saw the sheer determination in them. I won't fool you by saying that it was love at first sight, as I don't believe in such things, but there was definitely an attraction. I know she felt it to.
Those meetings in the dungeon seem like a lifetime away. They're unimportant, yet important in there own way. I have a special room in my memory palace for those few early encounters with my little Starling. The one that comes to memory now is her sitting in front of my cell, the tears that I could see in her eyes that she would not let fall in my presence. I only wished to make the pain stop, but I had to test her to see if she was worthy for my speaking with her.
The other time that I remember vividly was the first time I touched her. When her finger touched mine all those years ago. I knew then that I loved this woman, and that I would never let her go. I vowed to myself that I'd make her see and confess her feelings towards me.
But as I have said before, these things are no longer important, yet I keep them with me. I will never forget the incorruptible little Starling. The one that was sent to the lion and actually survived.
More will be up soon, if you want it. I just need to figure out how to do the next chapter.