Disclaimer: Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling are property of Thomas
Harris. I am only borrowing them.
It had all happened so fast. He had her up against the refrigerator and then he had kissed her, his lips had felt so warm and inviting against hers. She found her self so concupiscent that she wished that it would never end. She wanted to be stuck in this moment forever. While in reality the duration of the kiss was merely a few minutes long. It seemed to her to stretch on for an eternity. She could just stand here and relish in the feel of his lips against her forever.
Then reality set in and her thoughts drifted to the monstrosity of the acts that had been committed by this man. She knew his case file so well that she could actually visualize the faces of each of his victims in her head. This mouth that had claimed the life of so many others actually felt quite pleasing against her own.
Most people considered him an archfiend for the atrocity of the acts he had committed. Yet here she was an FBI agent getting immense pleasure from the feel of his lips against hers. Her mind then wandered to how he had saved her life and she couldn't help but feel that he was stupendously heroic in the many ways in which he had helped her. Still she had her morals about her and she had to fight back. So the next sound she heard was the clank as the handcuffs went around both their wrists.
"Now this is really interesting, he had said and, I am really pressed for time so where is the key"? "Where is the key"? He had repeated. She was incapable of doing anything else other than to watch as he picked up the cleaver. "Above, or below the wrist, Clarice"? He had asked. She braced herself for the anguishing amount of pain that would surely follow. She even found herself audibly crying. Then the cleaver had fallen, she had been in almost total shock. Why don't I feel pain she had thought. She opened her eyes and could not believe what lay before her; he had taken his hand off. This man who was
suppose to be incapable of empathy or any other kind of human emotion, this pathetic excuse for a human being, had actually decided to harm himself over harming her. It was then that she new it, this was love.
And then she woke up………………….
She was now alone in her cold empty apartment, where she had absolutely no companionship of any kind. Her apartment itself was merely a kitchen the size of a closet, a small living room in which she ceased to live, and her bedroom which consisted of a bed that she had gotten from a local discount department store and a small dresser that had an appearance so grotesque that one might assume it was at least ten times her age.
She woke up to this sad, pathetic existence that was her life. Going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of a local discount brand of liquor. She quickly found her thoughts traveling back to that night at Chesapeake. Do I love him she thought to herself, can I really love a man who has done so many monstrous things. Clarice had been so lost in thought that when the doorbell rang she had to keep herself from jumping. Not looking forward to having to entertain, she was more then pleased to find that when she opened the door there was no one there, just a package. She quickly picked up the package and closed the door as if she felt that she had to hide to warn off any unwanted visitor from coming to visit.
After getting back inside she sat down and merely glanced at the package and instantly knew that it was from him. Before she had any chance to even debate whether or not to
open it. It started to vibrate.
After opening the packages she quickly revealed a cell phone. "Hello", she said in a tone that would make anyone think that she was accustomed to getting cell phones in packages at 1:00 in the morning. "Well hello, Clarice", he quickly replied. "Dr.Lecter", she quickly replied as if expecting someone else. In the background Clarice could hear children laughing. She began to wonder why Dr. Lecter would want to be anywhere near children.
Well that's it. Let me know if you think I should continue this story. Please read and respond.
It had all happened so fast. He had her up against the refrigerator and then he had kissed her, his lips had felt so warm and inviting against hers. She found her self so concupiscent that she wished that it would never end. She wanted to be stuck in this moment forever. While in reality the duration of the kiss was merely a few minutes long. It seemed to her to stretch on for an eternity. She could just stand here and relish in the feel of his lips against her forever.
Then reality set in and her thoughts drifted to the monstrosity of the acts that had been committed by this man. She knew his case file so well that she could actually visualize the faces of each of his victims in her head. This mouth that had claimed the life of so many others actually felt quite pleasing against her own.
Most people considered him an archfiend for the atrocity of the acts he had committed. Yet here she was an FBI agent getting immense pleasure from the feel of his lips against hers. Her mind then wandered to how he had saved her life and she couldn't help but feel that he was stupendously heroic in the many ways in which he had helped her. Still she had her morals about her and she had to fight back. So the next sound she heard was the clank as the handcuffs went around both their wrists.
"Now this is really interesting, he had said and, I am really pressed for time so where is the key"? "Where is the key"? He had repeated. She was incapable of doing anything else other than to watch as he picked up the cleaver. "Above, or below the wrist, Clarice"? He had asked. She braced herself for the anguishing amount of pain that would surely follow. She even found herself audibly crying. Then the cleaver had fallen, she had been in almost total shock. Why don't I feel pain she had thought. She opened her eyes and could not believe what lay before her; he had taken his hand off. This man who was
suppose to be incapable of empathy or any other kind of human emotion, this pathetic excuse for a human being, had actually decided to harm himself over harming her. It was then that she new it, this was love.
And then she woke up………………….
She was now alone in her cold empty apartment, where she had absolutely no companionship of any kind. Her apartment itself was merely a kitchen the size of a closet, a small living room in which she ceased to live, and her bedroom which consisted of a bed that she had gotten from a local discount department store and a small dresser that had an appearance so grotesque that one might assume it was at least ten times her age.
She woke up to this sad, pathetic existence that was her life. Going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of a local discount brand of liquor. She quickly found her thoughts traveling back to that night at Chesapeake. Do I love him she thought to herself, can I really love a man who has done so many monstrous things. Clarice had been so lost in thought that when the doorbell rang she had to keep herself from jumping. Not looking forward to having to entertain, she was more then pleased to find that when she opened the door there was no one there, just a package. She quickly picked up the package and closed the door as if she felt that she had to hide to warn off any unwanted visitor from coming to visit.
After getting back inside she sat down and merely glanced at the package and instantly knew that it was from him. Before she had any chance to even debate whether or not to
open it. It started to vibrate.
After opening the packages she quickly revealed a cell phone. "Hello", she said in a tone that would make anyone think that she was accustomed to getting cell phones in packages at 1:00 in the morning. "Well hello, Clarice", he quickly replied. "Dr.Lecter", she quickly replied as if expecting someone else. In the background Clarice could hear children laughing. She began to wonder why Dr. Lecter would want to be anywhere near children.
Well that's it. Let me know if you think I should continue this story. Please read and respond.