The stars piered through the window as if there were lighs all around
her. The moon light was on her face, as she looked to the sky from her bed.
Looking down on her, she looked like art work. The moon on her face gave
her an angelic look, and the stars reflected off of the tears streaming
down her cheeks.
Stepping back further, you now ask why she cries. Lets step inside the head of Ex-Special Agent Starling and find out what she's really thinking...
"Its been one year...one year since he left...forever."
Confused, and crying like she normally did at night alone in her apartment, she wondered. Wondered about what could have been, what was supposed to be, and why she was still lying alone. The idea occupied her thoughs through the nights as she drank herself to a steady sleep.
The FBI had regected her, she tried to turn in Lecter to get them back, and for what? To be treated like dirt for the rest of the career? Even she didn't know how long it would have lasted if she had gone back, she still tried to turn in the only one who understood her every thought in to the likes of them. The thought sickened her now, as she sat alone, wishing things had been different.
Often she wondered if they had been different, if she would have been happier. Or if she would be dead.
"Shut up Clarice. He didn't kill you in Krendler's house...and he wouldn't kill you at his either."
The thought ran through her head for a moment as she mentally slapped herself. Hannibal the Cannibal Lecter was not supposed to love. She wasn't even sure if he did love her at all, or if he were just interested in killing her and finding out how she tasted. Though when he asked her that in the asylum years ago, she wondered what he meant. There were a few ways she could have taken that, but she decided years ago not to give it too much thought.
"If you come with me now, I will never let you leave, but if you stay here, I will never come back for you Clarice. What is your answer?"
His breath still felt as if it were down on her cheek...her answer plaged her to this day. Wishing she weren't so stupid, she thought about the scene again in her head as she often did as self punishment.
Fades to Memory
"Dr. Lecter, I ask you to please keep you distance," her voice shook, and she was terrified. Not that he would kill her, that he would ask her to leave with him, and she wouldn't know what to say.
"Clarice, I would offer anything to you, and I would ask for nothing in return. I would never do anything that would displease you."
She thought it over for a moment and got comfortable on the couch he offered her to sit on.
She looked into his eyes, "talk."
He looked her over for a moment, and sat down at a fair distance from her. Smiling at her, he began to speak, "Clarice, I have come half way across the world, just to see you run. I came here, at risk to myself of being incarserated again, and yet I did it anyway. Do you happen to have any idea why that would be?"
She thought to herself for a moment...and her reply came.
"Tell me."
"I can take one look at you Clarice, and get nourishment to my very soul, if I have one that is, " he winked at her, "I can look at you, and see what you are and what you can become. There is so much...hope," he paused," and there is a light inside of you my little Starling, that is begging to shine through, if you would only let it."
She looked deeply within his eyes, and wasn't sure what she should do. He continued to speak, taking her silence to mean her mind was working to process his words.
"I will ask you this only once Clarice. If you come with me now, I will never let you leave, but if you stay here, I will never come back for you Clarice. What is your answer?"
A pang hit her stomach, she wondered what to do. How did this even come to play!?! What was happening?
"Dr. Lecter..."
"I will take any answer you give me Clarice with no questions. But this will be the only answer you will ever get in the matter...you will never get a chance to be with me again, or leave me."
Looking deeply into his eyes she answered quietly, "I can not go."
He gave her a knowing smile, and kissed her cheek, got up from the couch and left her there forever.
How did this come to play you ask? That is an interesting question. Dr. Lecter had been watching her, for many months while in the United States again, before gracing the young agent with his precence. He watched as her career crumbled before her, and he watched the public shaming that came along with the loss of the job. They wrongly accused her of things, yet, she did not fight them. Somewhere within her heart, he knew that the FBI would have regected her at one point or another.
Dr. Lecter came into her house on a clouded night when she was still asleep. He allowed himself to watch her sleep for a few hours, before taking a look around, and then resting on her couch until she had waken. Patiently, of course, he waited.
They had started with small talk before the scene you encountered. She assured him she would not call the Police or the FBI. Resting together for a while, they waited. Waited for what? Waited for the time for the question she knew he had to ask to come. Anticipating the question, unaware that she would be giving the wrong answer, she still waited.
Clarice now sits, along on the couch, after the scene...We will see what she's thinking.
"What the hell did I just do...Why...Oh God, I just let him go..."
She sat alone, on her couch once more, and thought about what had happened. Kicking herself mentally...she reaches for her wine glass that was poured for her before the good Dr. left. Sipping, she let herself pass out on the couch again, though she just woke up, she needed the rest anyhow...
Dr. Lecter was not one to take an answer so seriously when it came to Clarice, he knew she would be alone crying in her house once again when he left her there. Watching her behavior, she normally cried at night, often in her sleep. She would say a name occasionally, but he never was close enough to realize who's name it was.
Present Time.
Clarice sat in her bed, alone, and crying for what seemed like everynight for a year. Looking over at the clock, she tried to get herself back to sleep. Her answer ran through her head, and she didnt know what to do anymore. It was getting worse and worse. She missed him. For some insane, crazy reason, she missed him.
Dr. Lecter looked through her window, and watched her cry....
Stepping back further, you now ask why she cries. Lets step inside the head of Ex-Special Agent Starling and find out what she's really thinking...
"Its been one year...one year since he left...forever."
Confused, and crying like she normally did at night alone in her apartment, she wondered. Wondered about what could have been, what was supposed to be, and why she was still lying alone. The idea occupied her thoughs through the nights as she drank herself to a steady sleep.
The FBI had regected her, she tried to turn in Lecter to get them back, and for what? To be treated like dirt for the rest of the career? Even she didn't know how long it would have lasted if she had gone back, she still tried to turn in the only one who understood her every thought in to the likes of them. The thought sickened her now, as she sat alone, wishing things had been different.
Often she wondered if they had been different, if she would have been happier. Or if she would be dead.
"Shut up Clarice. He didn't kill you in Krendler's house...and he wouldn't kill you at his either."
The thought ran through her head for a moment as she mentally slapped herself. Hannibal the Cannibal Lecter was not supposed to love. She wasn't even sure if he did love her at all, or if he were just interested in killing her and finding out how she tasted. Though when he asked her that in the asylum years ago, she wondered what he meant. There were a few ways she could have taken that, but she decided years ago not to give it too much thought.
"If you come with me now, I will never let you leave, but if you stay here, I will never come back for you Clarice. What is your answer?"
His breath still felt as if it were down on her cheek...her answer plaged her to this day. Wishing she weren't so stupid, she thought about the scene again in her head as she often did as self punishment.
Fades to Memory
"Dr. Lecter, I ask you to please keep you distance," her voice shook, and she was terrified. Not that he would kill her, that he would ask her to leave with him, and she wouldn't know what to say.
"Clarice, I would offer anything to you, and I would ask for nothing in return. I would never do anything that would displease you."
She thought it over for a moment and got comfortable on the couch he offered her to sit on.
She looked into his eyes, "talk."
He looked her over for a moment, and sat down at a fair distance from her. Smiling at her, he began to speak, "Clarice, I have come half way across the world, just to see you run. I came here, at risk to myself of being incarserated again, and yet I did it anyway. Do you happen to have any idea why that would be?"
She thought to herself for a moment...and her reply came.
"Tell me."
"I can take one look at you Clarice, and get nourishment to my very soul, if I have one that is, " he winked at her, "I can look at you, and see what you are and what you can become. There is so much...hope," he paused," and there is a light inside of you my little Starling, that is begging to shine through, if you would only let it."
She looked deeply within his eyes, and wasn't sure what she should do. He continued to speak, taking her silence to mean her mind was working to process his words.
"I will ask you this only once Clarice. If you come with me now, I will never let you leave, but if you stay here, I will never come back for you Clarice. What is your answer?"
A pang hit her stomach, she wondered what to do. How did this even come to play!?! What was happening?
"Dr. Lecter..."
"I will take any answer you give me Clarice with no questions. But this will be the only answer you will ever get in the matter...you will never get a chance to be with me again, or leave me."
Looking deeply into his eyes she answered quietly, "I can not go."
He gave her a knowing smile, and kissed her cheek, got up from the couch and left her there forever.
How did this come to play you ask? That is an interesting question. Dr. Lecter had been watching her, for many months while in the United States again, before gracing the young agent with his precence. He watched as her career crumbled before her, and he watched the public shaming that came along with the loss of the job. They wrongly accused her of things, yet, she did not fight them. Somewhere within her heart, he knew that the FBI would have regected her at one point or another.
Dr. Lecter came into her house on a clouded night when she was still asleep. He allowed himself to watch her sleep for a few hours, before taking a look around, and then resting on her couch until she had waken. Patiently, of course, he waited.
They had started with small talk before the scene you encountered. She assured him she would not call the Police or the FBI. Resting together for a while, they waited. Waited for what? Waited for the time for the question she knew he had to ask to come. Anticipating the question, unaware that she would be giving the wrong answer, she still waited.
Clarice now sits, along on the couch, after the scene...We will see what she's thinking.
"What the hell did I just do...Why...Oh God, I just let him go..."
She sat alone, on her couch once more, and thought about what had happened. Kicking herself mentally...she reaches for her wine glass that was poured for her before the good Dr. left. Sipping, she let herself pass out on the couch again, though she just woke up, she needed the rest anyhow...
Dr. Lecter was not one to take an answer so seriously when it came to Clarice, he knew she would be alone crying in her house once again when he left her there. Watching her behavior, she normally cried at night, often in her sleep. She would say a name occasionally, but he never was close enough to realize who's name it was.
Present Time.
Clarice sat in her bed, alone, and crying for what seemed like everynight for a year. Looking over at the clock, she tried to get herself back to sleep. Her answer ran through her head, and she didnt know what to do anymore. It was getting worse and worse. She missed him. For some insane, crazy reason, she missed him.
Dr. Lecter looked through her window, and watched her cry....
