Disclaimers: Once again I do not own the incredible Hannibal
Lecter or the never forgettable Clarice Starling. Thomas
Harris owns these beautiful characters; I bow down to you
Tom!!! So please don't sue me, the little girl in her corner.
A/N: Okay, here is another story! Woohoo, party! * Ahem * This hanfic takes place during the end of the movie, mwhahahaha..wait did that make any sense?! I hope you like the story. And if you have time review please do it will help me determine to go on with ze story, but if you don't its okay! I still love you!( ************************************************************* ***************************************
Clarice woke up from her slumber, drowsy and not knowing where she was. Her vision was blurry; she couldn't see that entire well. Lifting her body, it felt like she had a huge boulder on her. She finally sat up and looked at herself, examining her body with confusion. She didn't remember having a slick, black dress on her. It fit her every curve just right. She asked herself 'Does that mean he dressed me?' Clarice was quite confused.
Feeling the soft velvet with the back of her hand she attempted to get up. After a couple of tries Clarice managed to lean against the bed.
She stumbled to the door that leaded to the hallway. Stopping now and then she finally made it to the stairs. As she was about to walk down the stairs to see what was happening, she turned around and saw a phone. She moved to the phone and picked it up. Of course the phone didn't work. She needed to find a phone, and quick.
She tiptoed down the stairs, trying to be quite so Hannibal wouldn't hear her. Clarice stopped a few time on the way so she wouldn't fall over from her dizziness. She made it to the bottom of the stairs unnoticed. She peeked into the dining room and saw Hannibal Lecter cooking. Clarice thought to herself 'Well, if I don't find a phone, I'll have to get out of the house without him knowing. But how? I cant have him see me.'
Clarice crept around the house not finding a single phone that worked. She was about to give up, but she saw a phone right across her. The only problem was she would have to go by the door to the dining room. And with all her luck it just had to be wide open and she was still dizzy.
She heard Hannibal speaking to Paul.
"Now this wont hurt a bit."
And soon she heard an awful electric sawing sound.
'That doesn't sound to lovely.' Clarice said to herself.
Clarice just decided to take her chances and sneak past the door. She attempted a roll, but failed. Clarice ran right into the wall making a huge thump sound. Hannibal quickly cocked his head and stared at Clarice.
"I see you're up Clarice."
Clarice just sat there on the ground rubbing her head, and glanced at Hannibal. She got up and dashed to the stairs. Hannibal quickly followed her.
She was still a little shaken up from the morphine and it was hard for her to get up the stairs. Hannibal grabbed her ankle making her fall. He forced her towards him and held her in his arms. Clarice struggled to get free from his grip. Clarice wasn't getting anywhere kicking and squirming.
"Clarice, you shouldn't move so much while you're on morphine."
All Clarice could make out was "Let go of me!"
"I don't know if I can trust you Clarice, especially while your being feisty." He said with a smirk on his face. He was very amused with Clarice right now.
Hannibal walked up the stairs holding Clarice in his arms so she couldn't escape. He reached the room and set her on the same bed she woke up in.
"Now since you were a naughty girl, you have to stay in here and you cant eat dinner with me. I'll bring you leftovers when I'm done."
There, Hannibal closed the door and put a chair in front of it so Clarice couldn't get out. All he heard from behind the closed door was "Humph!"
Hannibal walked down the stairs thinking to himself, 'This was much different than I planned'. He got to the dining room ready for his meal. He smirked to himself thinking how scrumptious his supper would be.
Clarice just sat on the bed and thought of ways to escape. She was so mad, but she didn't know why. She decided to stop thinking of ways to escape for a minute and just think about her feelings. Was she mad because she knew she was going to fail her beloved FBI, or because she didn't want to believe what her heart was telling her. She snapped out of her thoughts.
"I don't care what my heart is telling me! Their not telling the real thing, the morphine is making me think things! I'm getting out of here and busting his ass!" She was infuriated with this whole situation. She wasn't going to let him win this game. She didn't want to admit that she might actually love Hannibal. At the moment the FBI part of her was over powering the real Clarice Starling.
Clarice looked around the room for any other doors. None. Yet she spotted a window!
'Perfect', she whispered to herself.
She got up from the bed and headed toward the window. She opened it and looked outside. She spotted a tree she could climb down. She only had to jump two or three feet to grab on the branch. Clarice threw her legs over the window sitting on the edge. She took in a deep breath as she looked down. It was a long way down if she fell.
"Okay Clarice, you can do this. Its easy", she said reassuring herself.
As she was about to leap for the branch she heard the door open. She turned around has fast has lighting and saw Hannibal. Her breathing became heavy. Hannibal looked at her wondering what she was doing.
"Clarice, please tell me you weren't going to attempt to jump out the window and climb down the tree."
Clarice just stared at him and turned around to face the tree.
"Now, Clarice. Don't be stubborn. Be a good girl and turn around." He walked closer to the window.
"Don't move any closer, Doctor! I mean it!" Clarice said in a most demanding voice.
Hannibal sneaked closer to grab her and pull her to safety. But he was to late, Clarice leaped for the branch. She clinged to the coarse tree branch, trying to pull herself up. Clarice was too weak and she started to slip from her grasp. She began to tear uncontrollably, trying to regain her strength. Hannibal turned around quickly to get outside hoping he could catch his little Starling.
Hannibal hurried down the stairs and made for the front door.
Clarice lost complete grip and fell her tortuous fall. Hitting branches on the way down, she began to bleed from the scratching branches against her body. Passing, she managed to grab a branch before hitting the hard dirt floor. She was crying while trying to catch her breath she got knocked out of her.
Hannibal reached the tree with fear on his face, which was untraceable. He sighed in relief to see that Clarice hadn't fallen the whole way.
"Clarice, are you alright. Can you speak?" Hannibal asked.
Clarice just moaned in pain. She couldn't see exactly where Hannibal was. She had a sheet of tears covering her eyes, along with blood running from her forehead into them.
"Clarice, let go off the branch. I'll catch you."
She just shook her head no. She didn't want him to help her.
"Your in no shape to refuse help. You're pushing my patience, Clarice." He said somewhat frustrated.
She had no other choice, she was in excruciating pain and was to weak to do anything else but cry and hold on to the branch. She couldn't even speak.
Clarice nodded that she would let go and allow Hannibal to catch her. She released her hold and fell. Hannibal caught her in his arms and held her gently. She screamed in pain has Hannibal caught her.
He looked at her body, seeing how much damage was done to her and the dress. He pulled up half of the ripped halter-top before it exposed anything. Her eyes were full of tears and pain. It hurt her whole body being held by him.
Hannibal brought her in the house and placed her on the couch carefully. He went to the kitchen and got a warm washcloth. He began to wipe off her face, making sure not to hurt her cuts and slashes.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that, Clarice?"
She looked at him with half open eyes, "No, you asked if I was going to. You never said don't," she remarked.
Hannibal gave her a gaze that made her turn her head. She knew that was the wrong remark to say to him after he helped her for the second time.
A/N: Okay, here is another story! Woohoo, party! * Ahem * This hanfic takes place during the end of the movie, mwhahahaha..wait did that make any sense?! I hope you like the story. And if you have time review please do it will help me determine to go on with ze story, but if you don't its okay! I still love you!( ************************************************************* ***************************************
Clarice woke up from her slumber, drowsy and not knowing where she was. Her vision was blurry; she couldn't see that entire well. Lifting her body, it felt like she had a huge boulder on her. She finally sat up and looked at herself, examining her body with confusion. She didn't remember having a slick, black dress on her. It fit her every curve just right. She asked herself 'Does that mean he dressed me?' Clarice was quite confused.
Feeling the soft velvet with the back of her hand she attempted to get up. After a couple of tries Clarice managed to lean against the bed.
She stumbled to the door that leaded to the hallway. Stopping now and then she finally made it to the stairs. As she was about to walk down the stairs to see what was happening, she turned around and saw a phone. She moved to the phone and picked it up. Of course the phone didn't work. She needed to find a phone, and quick.
She tiptoed down the stairs, trying to be quite so Hannibal wouldn't hear her. Clarice stopped a few time on the way so she wouldn't fall over from her dizziness. She made it to the bottom of the stairs unnoticed. She peeked into the dining room and saw Hannibal Lecter cooking. Clarice thought to herself 'Well, if I don't find a phone, I'll have to get out of the house without him knowing. But how? I cant have him see me.'
Clarice crept around the house not finding a single phone that worked. She was about to give up, but she saw a phone right across her. The only problem was she would have to go by the door to the dining room. And with all her luck it just had to be wide open and she was still dizzy.
She heard Hannibal speaking to Paul.
"Now this wont hurt a bit."
And soon she heard an awful electric sawing sound.
'That doesn't sound to lovely.' Clarice said to herself.
Clarice just decided to take her chances and sneak past the door. She attempted a roll, but failed. Clarice ran right into the wall making a huge thump sound. Hannibal quickly cocked his head and stared at Clarice.
"I see you're up Clarice."
Clarice just sat there on the ground rubbing her head, and glanced at Hannibal. She got up and dashed to the stairs. Hannibal quickly followed her.
She was still a little shaken up from the morphine and it was hard for her to get up the stairs. Hannibal grabbed her ankle making her fall. He forced her towards him and held her in his arms. Clarice struggled to get free from his grip. Clarice wasn't getting anywhere kicking and squirming.
"Clarice, you shouldn't move so much while you're on morphine."
All Clarice could make out was "Let go of me!"
"I don't know if I can trust you Clarice, especially while your being feisty." He said with a smirk on his face. He was very amused with Clarice right now.
Hannibal walked up the stairs holding Clarice in his arms so she couldn't escape. He reached the room and set her on the same bed she woke up in.
"Now since you were a naughty girl, you have to stay in here and you cant eat dinner with me. I'll bring you leftovers when I'm done."
There, Hannibal closed the door and put a chair in front of it so Clarice couldn't get out. All he heard from behind the closed door was "Humph!"
Hannibal walked down the stairs thinking to himself, 'This was much different than I planned'. He got to the dining room ready for his meal. He smirked to himself thinking how scrumptious his supper would be.
Clarice just sat on the bed and thought of ways to escape. She was so mad, but she didn't know why. She decided to stop thinking of ways to escape for a minute and just think about her feelings. Was she mad because she knew she was going to fail her beloved FBI, or because she didn't want to believe what her heart was telling her. She snapped out of her thoughts.
"I don't care what my heart is telling me! Their not telling the real thing, the morphine is making me think things! I'm getting out of here and busting his ass!" She was infuriated with this whole situation. She wasn't going to let him win this game. She didn't want to admit that she might actually love Hannibal. At the moment the FBI part of her was over powering the real Clarice Starling.
Clarice looked around the room for any other doors. None. Yet she spotted a window!
'Perfect', she whispered to herself.
She got up from the bed and headed toward the window. She opened it and looked outside. She spotted a tree she could climb down. She only had to jump two or three feet to grab on the branch. Clarice threw her legs over the window sitting on the edge. She took in a deep breath as she looked down. It was a long way down if she fell.
"Okay Clarice, you can do this. Its easy", she said reassuring herself.
As she was about to leap for the branch she heard the door open. She turned around has fast has lighting and saw Hannibal. Her breathing became heavy. Hannibal looked at her wondering what she was doing.
"Clarice, please tell me you weren't going to attempt to jump out the window and climb down the tree."
Clarice just stared at him and turned around to face the tree.
"Now, Clarice. Don't be stubborn. Be a good girl and turn around." He walked closer to the window.
"Don't move any closer, Doctor! I mean it!" Clarice said in a most demanding voice.
Hannibal sneaked closer to grab her and pull her to safety. But he was to late, Clarice leaped for the branch. She clinged to the coarse tree branch, trying to pull herself up. Clarice was too weak and she started to slip from her grasp. She began to tear uncontrollably, trying to regain her strength. Hannibal turned around quickly to get outside hoping he could catch his little Starling.
Hannibal hurried down the stairs and made for the front door.
Clarice lost complete grip and fell her tortuous fall. Hitting branches on the way down, she began to bleed from the scratching branches against her body. Passing, she managed to grab a branch before hitting the hard dirt floor. She was crying while trying to catch her breath she got knocked out of her.
Hannibal reached the tree with fear on his face, which was untraceable. He sighed in relief to see that Clarice hadn't fallen the whole way.
"Clarice, are you alright. Can you speak?" Hannibal asked.
Clarice just moaned in pain. She couldn't see exactly where Hannibal was. She had a sheet of tears covering her eyes, along with blood running from her forehead into them.
"Clarice, let go off the branch. I'll catch you."
She just shook her head no. She didn't want him to help her.
"Your in no shape to refuse help. You're pushing my patience, Clarice." He said somewhat frustrated.
She had no other choice, she was in excruciating pain and was to weak to do anything else but cry and hold on to the branch. She couldn't even speak.
Clarice nodded that she would let go and allow Hannibal to catch her. She released her hold and fell. Hannibal caught her in his arms and held her gently. She screamed in pain has Hannibal caught her.
He looked at her body, seeing how much damage was done to her and the dress. He pulled up half of the ripped halter-top before it exposed anything. Her eyes were full of tears and pain. It hurt her whole body being held by him.
Hannibal brought her in the house and placed her on the couch carefully. He went to the kitchen and got a warm washcloth. He began to wipe off her face, making sure not to hurt her cuts and slashes.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that, Clarice?"
She looked at him with half open eyes, "No, you asked if I was going to. You never said don't," she remarked.
Hannibal gave her a gaze that made her turn her head. She knew that was the wrong remark to say to him after he helped her for the second time.