Chance
It was a sunny afternoon, quiet and remote. Too remote for his taste. Narrowing his eyes, he watched his favorite obsession walk out to her car and start it. Her auburn hair glowed in the sunlight like a halo. Like an angel. But the only angel she resembled was the death angel but it seem to bother him. In fact, it only added to her beauty, like so many things about her it matched her. It had been ten years since he last saw her. That fateful night at the Chesapeake.
Would you ever say to me stop… if you loved me you'd stop?
Not in a thousand years
Not in a thousand years?… That's my girl
She wouldn't ever use their relationship against him she had said whether she was conscious of it or not had given him a slight advantage. How he wasn't sure of yet. But he was sure he would have a lot of fun.
Hmmm. He grinned evilly, showing his small white teeth, teeth that everyone was scared of. A smile that most couldn't face.
"See you around", and took his leave driving his Jaguar out of the driveway three houses down from Clarice Starling's home.
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Meanwhile, Clarice rubbed her hands in an effort to warm them from the cold air. She needed to replace the heating system in her Mustang before she froze her ass off. As she rubbed the numbness from her hands a thought occurred to her. She had stayed in D.C The thought had never occurred to her before not until she felt a tingling in her spine, almost as though something were provoking the thought to arise. Why she had stayed in D.C was a mystery to her. I think you know, Clarice. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth against the voice that had haunted her for the past ten years. While the screaming lambs were gone, they had been replaced by something that caused her not lament but an empty hollowness. His voice. In her head, no doubt.
I think I've finally lost it. Yeah great way to go, hearing Hannibal Lecter's voice in my fucking head. Yee-fucking-haw.
Sighing she went back into her house, which wasn't so bad of a house considering that she no longer had a job. A small but comfortable, maroon two story house. She stood in the doorway taking in her home as she quietly closed her front door as though she was trying not to disturb a sleeping lamb. The air in the house gave off sparks that screamed Clarice Starling. Walking passed the hallway that connected to the living room and entered the kitchen with smooth mahogany countertops and cool marble tiles she began to wonder what life might have been like before fate stepped into the picture. Filling a glass of water up she drank it down in one gulp wishing it was a Jack Daniels so she could drown herself in it from her demons but she knew she couldn't have one. Not anymore. The reason why was sobering and made her slightly choke on her drink. Once she caught her breath, Clarice wiped the remains of the water drops from her face with her middle finger deep in thought. It is the first time in five years that she has allowed herself to think back the Chesapeake house and Dr. Lecter.
Would they give a medal do you think? Would have it professionally framed and hang it on your wall to remind you of your courage and incorruptibility? All you would need for that, Clarice, is a mirror.
He was right as he always was. She didn't need a medal to remind her of that. So now, she kept a mirror in just about every room in the house to remind her of her incorruptibility.
Just as she put the glass down on the counter, a small but soft voice called, "Mommy?"
Clarice turned around to see her nine year old daughter standing in her silk pajamas with a one eyed teddy bear rubbing her eyes.
