AN – I'm just a beginner with Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs fan fiction, so
I'm going to post a couple of very short chapters to see what you think of
how I'm doing. I only began a couple of days ago, so please bare with me
As I grow more accustomed to the characters personalities, I hope it will
get better. ( Thank you!
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1 Chapter One: The Stalker
He'd followed her to the mall; as he'd done at least a dozen times in the past. His eyes followed her sturdy frame as it moved from her dark plumb colored GTO, to the malls food court entrance. Her brown hair fell to elegantly frame the thin face that held a pair of blazing sapphire eyes. She wore a black sweatshirt with pleated jeans, and white sneakers.
"Only you could make such outfits look like fashion." The man following her mumbled. Slipping on a pair of dark-tinted glasses, the man stepped out of a gray-blue Ford Taurus from the mid to late eighties. It was an old clunker, but he'd managed to keep it in reasonable shape since acquiring it. Not bothering to lock the door, he arranged a tan cap on his head, and straightened the gray sweats he wore.
"Come out come out, Clarice." He smiled, strolling calmly into the mall. No one took even a second glance in his direction, he was dressed so inconspicuously. Moving past a small fashion boutique with little cheap baubles, asset of earrings caught his eye. He only took a fleeting glance at them, storing the image into his memory before continuing onward.
They were on the second story of the building, and it required a long route past a chocolate shop, a clothing store, and a Music Box Shoppe in order to reach the food court. He watched her take the extended detour from by the boutique, until she stepped into a long waiting line for her lunch.
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1 Chapter One: The Stalker
He'd followed her to the mall; as he'd done at least a dozen times in the past. His eyes followed her sturdy frame as it moved from her dark plumb colored GTO, to the malls food court entrance. Her brown hair fell to elegantly frame the thin face that held a pair of blazing sapphire eyes. She wore a black sweatshirt with pleated jeans, and white sneakers.
"Only you could make such outfits look like fashion." The man following her mumbled. Slipping on a pair of dark-tinted glasses, the man stepped out of a gray-blue Ford Taurus from the mid to late eighties. It was an old clunker, but he'd managed to keep it in reasonable shape since acquiring it. Not bothering to lock the door, he arranged a tan cap on his head, and straightened the gray sweats he wore.
"Come out come out, Clarice." He smiled, strolling calmly into the mall. No one took even a second glance in his direction, he was dressed so inconspicuously. Moving past a small fashion boutique with little cheap baubles, asset of earrings caught his eye. He only took a fleeting glance at them, storing the image into his memory before continuing onward.
They were on the second story of the building, and it required a long route past a chocolate shop, a clothing store, and a Music Box Shoppe in order to reach the food court. He watched her take the extended detour from by the boutique, until she stepped into a long waiting line for her lunch.