Disclaimer: I own everything. *fingers crossed behind back* Well, actually
I own nothing, meaning that I own something because my fingers are crossed,
but now *uncrosses fingers and puts them in plain view* they aren't so I
will say it again: I own nothing. Yet.
A/N: Er, well, nothing much to say. Sorry it's short.
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E-mail number one:
From: The Doctor [the.doctor16@rcn.com]
To: [cstarling79@usa.net]
Cc:
Subject: Hello Clarice
Dear Clarice,
I know we haven't chatted in a while, but I'm afraid I have been busy. As I'm sure you know, I have been abiding by the law perfectly, so that isn't what has taken up my time. Tell me, Clarice, do you know what does? I think you do.
One of the many things that keeps me up at night is quite simple, really. Well, it's a simple question, but I know the answer won't be an easy one. Have the lambs finally stopped screaming? After three years of observing you, I have finally come to a conclusion. You give the outward appearance of being completely held together. You accomplish a lot everyday and appear to be pleased with yourself. But, on the inside, I don't think that is true. I think the lambs are still screaming, but what exactly they are telling you I am unsure of, mainly because you don't know yourself.
Judging from your everyday life, how you look carefully through the newspaper looking for something, or someone, I think that you might like to know how I am doing. I must say, overall I am having a wonderful time. The place where I am staying has a magnificent view of a river, so I have the view I have been wanting for the eight years I was in the dungeons. But I don't need a view. I can walk freely in the streets, as long as I have a disguise of some sort. There is only one thing that is really missing from my life, but I don't think I'll tell you quite yet. There isn't much fun in that.
Well, I am afraid I must go now. I am quite hungry and would like some dinner. No, not a human. I was thinking of going to a nice Chinese place down the street. I would very much like to see you soon. Perhaps we can make a date for sometime in the near future? I think that you wouldn't tell the F.B.I. that I am close. You are doing quite well there, and information that someone might find concerning me, they would think you had withheld, which you would have. I am sure you remember what happened the last time something related to me was found in your custody, but I am quite sure that you won't tell anyone about our meeting, and I am sure you have a safe place to store this e-mail and any other correspondence we might have.
Regards,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
Ps. If we do meet sometime and go somewhere fancy like I'm sure we would, I think the dress I gave you at Chesapeake might be perfect for the occasion. I always thought you looked beautiful in it. Ta ta,
H
A/N: Er, well, nothing much to say. Sorry it's short.
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E-mail number one:
From: The Doctor [the.doctor16@rcn.com]
To: [cstarling79@usa.net]
Cc:
Subject: Hello Clarice
Dear Clarice,
I know we haven't chatted in a while, but I'm afraid I have been busy. As I'm sure you know, I have been abiding by the law perfectly, so that isn't what has taken up my time. Tell me, Clarice, do you know what does? I think you do.
One of the many things that keeps me up at night is quite simple, really. Well, it's a simple question, but I know the answer won't be an easy one. Have the lambs finally stopped screaming? After three years of observing you, I have finally come to a conclusion. You give the outward appearance of being completely held together. You accomplish a lot everyday and appear to be pleased with yourself. But, on the inside, I don't think that is true. I think the lambs are still screaming, but what exactly they are telling you I am unsure of, mainly because you don't know yourself.
Judging from your everyday life, how you look carefully through the newspaper looking for something, or someone, I think that you might like to know how I am doing. I must say, overall I am having a wonderful time. The place where I am staying has a magnificent view of a river, so I have the view I have been wanting for the eight years I was in the dungeons. But I don't need a view. I can walk freely in the streets, as long as I have a disguise of some sort. There is only one thing that is really missing from my life, but I don't think I'll tell you quite yet. There isn't much fun in that.
Well, I am afraid I must go now. I am quite hungry and would like some dinner. No, not a human. I was thinking of going to a nice Chinese place down the street. I would very much like to see you soon. Perhaps we can make a date for sometime in the near future? I think that you wouldn't tell the F.B.I. that I am close. You are doing quite well there, and information that someone might find concerning me, they would think you had withheld, which you would have. I am sure you remember what happened the last time something related to me was found in your custody, but I am quite sure that you won't tell anyone about our meeting, and I am sure you have a safe place to store this e-mail and any other correspondence we might have.
Regards,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
Ps. If we do meet sometime and go somewhere fancy like I'm sure we would, I think the dress I gave you at Chesapeake might be perfect for the occasion. I always thought you looked beautiful in it. Ta ta,
H