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Hannibal's Surprise
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Clarice Starling looks around the crowded store for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 5 minutes. She was at the down-town coffee shop, waiting to be picked up, for a special arrangement that had been made earlier that day.
*She had been woken up that morning with a ringing in her ears. No, it wasn't a hangover. It was the telephone. Clarice answered after a quick battle with the phone cord.
"Hello?"
"Is this Clarice?" Came the oh-so familiar voice of Dr. Lecter. "Hello Clarice."
"Stop it with the one-liners the press love. What do you want?" Clarice said with mock anger.
Clarice and Hannibal had been keeping in close contact ever since they were separated at Paul Krendler's lake house, two years ago.
"Now, now Clarice. That's being rude. And you KNOW I hate rude people." Hannibal gave a small cough, which could have been considered a laugh. "Tell me Clarice, What would be the best thing that could happen to you today?" He asks, still with laughter behind his words.
"Quid pro quo, DOCTER! You tell me things, I'll tell you things. What's the best thing you could do to ME, today?" Clarice loved using his own words against her good friend, as she knew it drove him up the wall.
Hannibal attempted to sound angry, but he couldn't suppress his laughter much longer. All of their phone calls and letters usually led to this.
"Well, my dear. Meet me today at 6 o'clock at the coffee shop, and I'll show you." Hannibal purred into the phone, to make his intentions clear, as if Clarice didn't know them all ready!
The last gesture make Clarice feel queasy. She had to sit down on the edge of her bed before her knees failed her. Somehow, Clarice manages to give some sort of grunt, which sufficed to Dr. Lecter as a reasonable 'yes' answer.
"Ta-ta, Clarice." As the line went dead.*
Hannibal's Surprise
---1---
Clarice Starling looks around the crowded store for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 5 minutes. She was at the down-town coffee shop, waiting to be picked up, for a special arrangement that had been made earlier that day.
*She had been woken up that morning with a ringing in her ears. No, it wasn't a hangover. It was the telephone. Clarice answered after a quick battle with the phone cord.
"Hello?"
"Is this Clarice?" Came the oh-so familiar voice of Dr. Lecter. "Hello Clarice."
"Stop it with the one-liners the press love. What do you want?" Clarice said with mock anger.
Clarice and Hannibal had been keeping in close contact ever since they were separated at Paul Krendler's lake house, two years ago.
"Now, now Clarice. That's being rude. And you KNOW I hate rude people." Hannibal gave a small cough, which could have been considered a laugh. "Tell me Clarice, What would be the best thing that could happen to you today?" He asks, still with laughter behind his words.
"Quid pro quo, DOCTER! You tell me things, I'll tell you things. What's the best thing you could do to ME, today?" Clarice loved using his own words against her good friend, as she knew it drove him up the wall.
Hannibal attempted to sound angry, but he couldn't suppress his laughter much longer. All of their phone calls and letters usually led to this.
"Well, my dear. Meet me today at 6 o'clock at the coffee shop, and I'll show you." Hannibal purred into the phone, to make his intentions clear, as if Clarice didn't know them all ready!
The last gesture make Clarice feel queasy. She had to sit down on the edge of her bed before her knees failed her. Somehow, Clarice manages to give some sort of grunt, which sufficed to Dr. Lecter as a reasonable 'yes' answer.
"Ta-ta, Clarice." As the line went dead.*