Summary:
On a train heading to Berlin a woman and a man share a compartment. In the matter of a few days someone's world can change. Based upon the movie ending.
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A/N: This is something I wrote in its entirety while I was writing a Phantom of the Opera fanfiction. I feel as if some of the characteristics of Hannibal Lecter and the Phantom have merged a tiny bit. I feel this is a bit out of character for Hannibal Lecter but I decided I would post it anyway. The chapters are very short and for that I apologize.
The main reason I decided to put this story up is to get some feedback on how I am portraying the Doctor. I want to get better at this and make better stories involving him.
Any reviews (so long as they contain, at the harshest, constructive criticism) are appreciated.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling, or any of the creations of Thomas Harris
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Chapter One: Enter The Lion
Trains. He could never refuse them once the offer had been extended. Whether by travel agents or by his own ability to procure means of locomotion, it did not matter. There was something familiar about a train. The gentle tugging feeling.
He walked down the carpeted hall, stopping to study the compartment before him. The door was closed and he studied the intense grains of the wood before a hand slided it open and he entered.
At first glance it appeared he would be very much alone in the compartment. After a mere second he took in the tiny young woman sitting dangerously close to the glass window. She appeared to be pressing herself onto it in hopes of getting that much closer. Her thin brown hair was haphazardly pulled back with wisps escaping. Her bone structure seemed fairly prominent.
At the sound of the door opening she turned her head. Her large green eyes stared him down without emotion.
"Hello," He declared pleasantly. "I do hope you don't mind that I'll be sharing this compartment." He watched her head nod once before she turned her gaze away. He noticed the gentle ripple of tendons in her fragile neck as she moved.
She did not look at him as he settled himself opposite her. He placed a newspaper to his left, directly in front of her and removed his hat. His gaze never wavered from her figure. It was not at all hard to tell that she was scoping him out from the corner of her eye. He had every intention of studying her until she looked away in earnest. Until then he could try and best explain why someone so disheveled seemed so haughty and instantly untrusting of another.
He loved trains. There was always something of interest to occupy his mind.