Guess what! I finally watched Red Dragon. I had meant to watch it earlier,
preferably when it was out in theatres, but I had been working all the
time, and I was totally infuriated that I hadn't watched it till today,
when I rented it. I'm definitely going to rent it. Wow! Anyway, I've
finally gotten around to writing a "Hannibal" based fan fiction. I also
have a couple of Harry Potter fics up as well, if anyone would like to
check those out. Well, please read and review, and tell me if I'm on a good
track, which, would be quite good if I was.
Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, and any other characters to be added. The rest are that of Thomas Harris (who by the way, is absolutely brilliant!)
Rating- R For language, content and sexual situations and talk.
A/N- I have watched all of the Hannibal the Cannibal movies and I have started the series of books that the movies were based upon. This one technically comes after "Hannibal" the last in the series that I have heard of thereof.
Song- The Juliana Theory "The Hardest Things"
Chapter 1
Virginia Starling crossed her legs as she sat on the stone wall surrounding the forensic academy she had just enrolled in. She turned down her CD player, and pulled the headphones off her ears as she looked around, scanning the perimeter.
"She's late again," She said out loud grumpily, crossing her arms.
Virginia had been trying to take after her aunt, Clarice Starling, an FBI special agent, who was well known in cases with Hannibal the Cannibal; Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and the murderer who had been a transvestite. Though Virginia looked up to Clarice with all her heart, she sometimes wandered if her aunt over did herself at times. She worked over time, and never made it home for dinner, or to any of Virginia's events. But she was grateful that Auntie Clarice had been able to get her a scholarship to Florence Academy of Forensic Science, from Jack Crawford, also an agent.
She pulled up her knee socks out of habit, and flattened her maroon skirt to her legs. She winkled her nose, and looked around again.
Only at 16, Virginia was on her way to a definite spot in the FBI agency. She knew multiple sequences, forensic wise, and was years ahead of her classes. She has such a passion for forensic science, that when she turns 18, she plans to go to the exact same FBI Academy her Auntie Clarice went to.
She spotted her aunt pulling up in her Lexus and she hopped off the wall and shoved her CD player and books into her bag. She propped it on her shoulder and walked to the car.
"Sorry I'm late Ginny, work was hell and Marie Seller was being a bitch, as usual. But no surprise there," Clarice said, with a shake of her head. Her strawberry blonde hair fell around her shoulders.
"What's no surprise? That your late?" Ginny said, slipping into the passenger seat and throwing her belongings in the back seat.
"Gin, you know I'm sorry." Clarice said, pulling down her sunglasses so Ginny could look into her eyes.
A smile broke out on Ginny's face and she nodded.
"I'm only being hard to get along with. Thanks for the ride, Malif Dyberg was trying to convince me to let him give me a ride home. He's such a pain in the ass." She said, leaning forward to turn on the radio.
"He's a handsome young man, Gin. I don't see what's wrong with him." Clarice said, putting the car into gear, and setting off down the street.
"He's a so-called pimp. I swear, he's dated every girl in school 'cept me. And he's destined to win me over," She turned the knobs on the radio, and turned it to a rock station.
"Well, maybe he truly likes you," Clarice said matter-of-factly, digging in her purse at a red light.
"Yeah right," she said, sitting up in the seat, "Have you looked at me lately? The best I can win is a computer nerd,"
Clarice laughed her cheerful laugh that Virginia loved. It was so relaxed and understanding, like a friend that knew exactly what she was thinking. The age difference between Clarice and Virginia was slight, making their aunt/niece relationship better. Clarice, a young, curvaceous thirty-three year old, and Virginia a clever, beat-knick teenager had more in common then what was on the surface.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with computer nerds," Recoiled Clarice in her joking manner.
"Yeah, sorry, I forgot you liked Crawford." Ginny joked as her aunt's face blushed.
"You know that the only kind of relationship that Crawford and me have is strictly working." Clarice said, stumbling.
"Hmm-mmm. I suppose that's why you invite him over for dinner all the time," Ginny said, crossing her arms in clear defeat of satisfaction.
"Virginia. It's business! Plus, we've known each other since I was in the academy. He helped me of my first real case, we have a past." She said, turning on her blinker with a little more force then usual.
"Right, right. Hadn't Mr. Lecter said things about Crawford's sexual fantasies about you?" Ginny said, smiling.
"Lecter is full of himself. He knows that - that there's nothing between me and Crawford, no matter what he chooses to say and think." Clarice said, putting more on the gas as they turned into the freeway.
"I'll choose to agree with you. But it doesn't mean I believe you," Ginny answered in response.
"That's right. Anyway, maybe you really like this Malif boy," Clarice said, passing a slow Accord that was traveling abnormally slow.
"I - uhhh! No!" Ginny snapped as Clarice laughed once again.
" I know you don't. And you know I have no feelings like that for Crawford. Settled?"
"Yeah, settled. Anyway, Auntie Clarice, when are you ever going to start dating again?" Ginny said, edging onto the subject that always flustered her aunt.
"Not any time soon. 'Specially with you around," Clarice joked.
Ginny laughed and looked in the back seat.
"Hey-what's this?" She said, leaning behind Clarice's chair, to pick up a box that read 'FBI ONLY'.
"Hey now, did you ask, Gin?" Clarice said, her face turning serious.
Ginny placed the box in her lap and turned to her aunt.
"May I ask what this is?"
"Yes, you may," Clarice chuckled, looking at her niece.
"What is this Auntie Clarice?" Ginny said, fingering the box's lid.
"It's a box from a case ages ago. Before you were a thought. 1980." Clarice said, keeping her attention on the road.
"I was a thought in 1980," She said, smiling, "Anyway, what case?"
"Something that Crawford had assisted in a bit. It was just before I joined the academy. I was probably 17 or 18. Will Graham had basically starred in this." Clarice said, looking at the box.
"Go on, go on," Ginny urged.
"Well, there was a case. Red Dragon the killer was called. He had a troubled childhood and past, and he worked at a film company, making copies of films and what not. Anyway, he would find the families that reminded him the most of his childhood. And kill them, situating the three children, post-mortem, so they could 'watch' him molest their mother. He put mirror glass in their eyes to make them seem life-like. It was a confusing case, really. Lecter assisted in it by helping Will Graham. Will, you see, was the man who captured Lecter, so they sorta had a past together." Clarice said, finding the exit and steering to it.
"Ugh. That's disgusting. May I open the box?" Ginny asked.
"I suppose. Don't mess up anything, alright?"
"I won't," Ginny replied, opening the box and placing the lid on the dashboard.
She flipped through the picture of the Leeds' and the Jacobis'. There was newspaper clippings and pictures of Will Graham, and Crawford.
"Ooh. Graham was a handsome boy," Ginny giggled, continuing to look at pictures.
"Yeah, a married handsome boy," Clarice smiled.
She continued through the box. A picture of a Chinese Symbol of the 'Red Dragon' had been taken by a Polaroid. A copy of the painting, 'The Great Red Dragon, and the Woman Clothed with the Sun.' The was a picture of the late Dolarhyde, the Dragon, and a picture of his back, tattooed with the symbols found on the dragon in the painting.
"He was a clever man, Dolarhyde, wasn't he?" Ginny said, slowly putting the things back in the box and closing the lid.
"Yes, he was. He was a man who wasn't sure what he was, or what he would be. It was a rather sad case, Crawford's told me. I recently spoke to Graham and he wanted me just to analyze the case just for research and to write a report. I was actually hoping you could help me, Gin." Clarice said, pulling up to a Burger King and waited.
"Really? Do I get to meet Lecter?!" Ginny said, a broad grin upon her face.
Ginny was absolutely obsessed with Hannibal Lecter. From reading articles on him, and the stories her aunt had told her, Virginia was infatuated, especially by his cleverness and sly of mouth. Much like herself.
"No," Clarice said sternly, "Do you want anything?"
"Just a Diet Coke," Ginny replied sadly, turning her head to look out the window, face turned from her aunt's.
Clarice ordered, and waited in line behind the car in front of her.
"Gin, I know how much you want to meet Lecter. But I don't trust myself, or him for that matter. He has a way of messing with your mind, and reading the thoughts you push from your mind. I just don't want to risk it."
"Oh, come on, please Auntie Clarice," Ginny begged, "I can handle him! I don't need to even get near him, I just want to talk to him, and see what he's like, and just be awed by his brilliance,"
"His brilliance? Yes, Gin, he's absolutely, positively brilliant. But insane. I just. not now, not at this point, Hun." Clarice said, pulling up to the window and handing the worker the total.
"I'm ready! You know I am!" Ginny begged, once again.
"Virginia Vera Louise Starling. Don't do this to me, not now. We'll talk about this when we get home." Clarice said, turning to the worker and taking her meal and handing Ginny her Diet Coke.
"Ok," Ginny said sadly, turning her head down.
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How was that for my first chapter. Terrible, yes, but interesting, eh?
Read and Review, please!
Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, and any other characters to be added. The rest are that of Thomas Harris (who by the way, is absolutely brilliant!)
Rating- R For language, content and sexual situations and talk.
A/N- I have watched all of the Hannibal the Cannibal movies and I have started the series of books that the movies were based upon. This one technically comes after "Hannibal" the last in the series that I have heard of thereof.
Song- The Juliana Theory "The Hardest Things"
Chapter 1
Virginia Starling crossed her legs as she sat on the stone wall surrounding the forensic academy she had just enrolled in. She turned down her CD player, and pulled the headphones off her ears as she looked around, scanning the perimeter.
"She's late again," She said out loud grumpily, crossing her arms.
Virginia had been trying to take after her aunt, Clarice Starling, an FBI special agent, who was well known in cases with Hannibal the Cannibal; Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and the murderer who had been a transvestite. Though Virginia looked up to Clarice with all her heart, she sometimes wandered if her aunt over did herself at times. She worked over time, and never made it home for dinner, or to any of Virginia's events. But she was grateful that Auntie Clarice had been able to get her a scholarship to Florence Academy of Forensic Science, from Jack Crawford, also an agent.
She pulled up her knee socks out of habit, and flattened her maroon skirt to her legs. She winkled her nose, and looked around again.
Only at 16, Virginia was on her way to a definite spot in the FBI agency. She knew multiple sequences, forensic wise, and was years ahead of her classes. She has such a passion for forensic science, that when she turns 18, she plans to go to the exact same FBI Academy her Auntie Clarice went to.
She spotted her aunt pulling up in her Lexus and she hopped off the wall and shoved her CD player and books into her bag. She propped it on her shoulder and walked to the car.
"Sorry I'm late Ginny, work was hell and Marie Seller was being a bitch, as usual. But no surprise there," Clarice said, with a shake of her head. Her strawberry blonde hair fell around her shoulders.
"What's no surprise? That your late?" Ginny said, slipping into the passenger seat and throwing her belongings in the back seat.
"Gin, you know I'm sorry." Clarice said, pulling down her sunglasses so Ginny could look into her eyes.
A smile broke out on Ginny's face and she nodded.
"I'm only being hard to get along with. Thanks for the ride, Malif Dyberg was trying to convince me to let him give me a ride home. He's such a pain in the ass." She said, leaning forward to turn on the radio.
"He's a handsome young man, Gin. I don't see what's wrong with him." Clarice said, putting the car into gear, and setting off down the street.
"He's a so-called pimp. I swear, he's dated every girl in school 'cept me. And he's destined to win me over," She turned the knobs on the radio, and turned it to a rock station.
"Well, maybe he truly likes you," Clarice said matter-of-factly, digging in her purse at a red light.
"Yeah right," she said, sitting up in the seat, "Have you looked at me lately? The best I can win is a computer nerd,"
Clarice laughed her cheerful laugh that Virginia loved. It was so relaxed and understanding, like a friend that knew exactly what she was thinking. The age difference between Clarice and Virginia was slight, making their aunt/niece relationship better. Clarice, a young, curvaceous thirty-three year old, and Virginia a clever, beat-knick teenager had more in common then what was on the surface.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with computer nerds," Recoiled Clarice in her joking manner.
"Yeah, sorry, I forgot you liked Crawford." Ginny joked as her aunt's face blushed.
"You know that the only kind of relationship that Crawford and me have is strictly working." Clarice said, stumbling.
"Hmm-mmm. I suppose that's why you invite him over for dinner all the time," Ginny said, crossing her arms in clear defeat of satisfaction.
"Virginia. It's business! Plus, we've known each other since I was in the academy. He helped me of my first real case, we have a past." She said, turning on her blinker with a little more force then usual.
"Right, right. Hadn't Mr. Lecter said things about Crawford's sexual fantasies about you?" Ginny said, smiling.
"Lecter is full of himself. He knows that - that there's nothing between me and Crawford, no matter what he chooses to say and think." Clarice said, putting more on the gas as they turned into the freeway.
"I'll choose to agree with you. But it doesn't mean I believe you," Ginny answered in response.
"That's right. Anyway, maybe you really like this Malif boy," Clarice said, passing a slow Accord that was traveling abnormally slow.
"I - uhhh! No!" Ginny snapped as Clarice laughed once again.
" I know you don't. And you know I have no feelings like that for Crawford. Settled?"
"Yeah, settled. Anyway, Auntie Clarice, when are you ever going to start dating again?" Ginny said, edging onto the subject that always flustered her aunt.
"Not any time soon. 'Specially with you around," Clarice joked.
Ginny laughed and looked in the back seat.
"Hey-what's this?" She said, leaning behind Clarice's chair, to pick up a box that read 'FBI ONLY'.
"Hey now, did you ask, Gin?" Clarice said, her face turning serious.
Ginny placed the box in her lap and turned to her aunt.
"May I ask what this is?"
"Yes, you may," Clarice chuckled, looking at her niece.
"What is this Auntie Clarice?" Ginny said, fingering the box's lid.
"It's a box from a case ages ago. Before you were a thought. 1980." Clarice said, keeping her attention on the road.
"I was a thought in 1980," She said, smiling, "Anyway, what case?"
"Something that Crawford had assisted in a bit. It was just before I joined the academy. I was probably 17 or 18. Will Graham had basically starred in this." Clarice said, looking at the box.
"Go on, go on," Ginny urged.
"Well, there was a case. Red Dragon the killer was called. He had a troubled childhood and past, and he worked at a film company, making copies of films and what not. Anyway, he would find the families that reminded him the most of his childhood. And kill them, situating the three children, post-mortem, so they could 'watch' him molest their mother. He put mirror glass in their eyes to make them seem life-like. It was a confusing case, really. Lecter assisted in it by helping Will Graham. Will, you see, was the man who captured Lecter, so they sorta had a past together." Clarice said, finding the exit and steering to it.
"Ugh. That's disgusting. May I open the box?" Ginny asked.
"I suppose. Don't mess up anything, alright?"
"I won't," Ginny replied, opening the box and placing the lid on the dashboard.
She flipped through the picture of the Leeds' and the Jacobis'. There was newspaper clippings and pictures of Will Graham, and Crawford.
"Ooh. Graham was a handsome boy," Ginny giggled, continuing to look at pictures.
"Yeah, a married handsome boy," Clarice smiled.
She continued through the box. A picture of a Chinese Symbol of the 'Red Dragon' had been taken by a Polaroid. A copy of the painting, 'The Great Red Dragon, and the Woman Clothed with the Sun.' The was a picture of the late Dolarhyde, the Dragon, and a picture of his back, tattooed with the symbols found on the dragon in the painting.
"He was a clever man, Dolarhyde, wasn't he?" Ginny said, slowly putting the things back in the box and closing the lid.
"Yes, he was. He was a man who wasn't sure what he was, or what he would be. It was a rather sad case, Crawford's told me. I recently spoke to Graham and he wanted me just to analyze the case just for research and to write a report. I was actually hoping you could help me, Gin." Clarice said, pulling up to a Burger King and waited.
"Really? Do I get to meet Lecter?!" Ginny said, a broad grin upon her face.
Ginny was absolutely obsessed with Hannibal Lecter. From reading articles on him, and the stories her aunt had told her, Virginia was infatuated, especially by his cleverness and sly of mouth. Much like herself.
"No," Clarice said sternly, "Do you want anything?"
"Just a Diet Coke," Ginny replied sadly, turning her head to look out the window, face turned from her aunt's.
Clarice ordered, and waited in line behind the car in front of her.
"Gin, I know how much you want to meet Lecter. But I don't trust myself, or him for that matter. He has a way of messing with your mind, and reading the thoughts you push from your mind. I just don't want to risk it."
"Oh, come on, please Auntie Clarice," Ginny begged, "I can handle him! I don't need to even get near him, I just want to talk to him, and see what he's like, and just be awed by his brilliance,"
"His brilliance? Yes, Gin, he's absolutely, positively brilliant. But insane. I just. not now, not at this point, Hun." Clarice said, pulling up to the window and handing the worker the total.
"I'm ready! You know I am!" Ginny begged, once again.
"Virginia Vera Louise Starling. Don't do this to me, not now. We'll talk about this when we get home." Clarice said, turning to the worker and taking her meal and handing Ginny her Diet Coke.
"Ok," Ginny said sadly, turning her head down.
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How was that for my first chapter. Terrible, yes, but interesting, eh?
Read and Review, please!
