Chapter One

"Well now it has come to this eh Clarice" Dr. Lector said in a tone like it was a regular conversation they were having instead of a final battle between Beauty and the Beast.

Clarice was wearing a midnight black dress with a v neck opening at the nape of her neck. Dr. Lector was adorned in a men's' tuxedo that was also midnight also. Clarice had her hair loose. The wind was blowing strands into her eyes. Determination within them she aimed her 45. Magnum at Dr. Lector preparing to shoot Dr. Lector if he even made one move toward her.

"Dr. Lector please don't make me do this put your hands over your head and get on the ground NOW" even though she said this in voice of command inside she was shaking up all over in her insides."

Tisk, Tisk oh Clarice I do believe that after all these years we would have been passed such formalities"

Clarice hesitated "All right Dr. …Hannibal." Now that's better isn't it? Dr. Lector perked up than."

Okey, Dokey than. Now there is a little complication that you and I must remedy."

Clarice raised an eyebrow and replied "What?!" Dr. Lector did not answer; he walked slowly toward Clarice in a determined manner.

" Freeze!" Clarice tried to say in her usual federal investigators' tone. But her face and body were betraying her, her heartbeat increased, rapidly, the gun felt useless in her hands. She felt like she was waving a squirt gun in front of the boogeyman. Dr. Lector was not but two feet from her when Clarice panicked and started firing her gun at him for one and only one reason. Desperation. But the bullets did not even make contact with the good doctor it seemed like the bullets would pass through him like he was not he even there. But he was very much there finally before Clarice could even reload; Dr Lector grabbed her arm in a bone-crushing grip the bullets clattered uselessly to the ground in the sort of sort slow motion you would see in those replays you would see on super bowl night. Dr. Lector replied after that action.

"Now that's over there is something that I have always wanted to say to you but I never had the chance now that chance is open to me." Clarice eyes widened because she had the feeling of what he was going to declare to her.

Dr. Lector leaned forward to her face before his lips even touched hers, she had a sudden memory return to her: Clarice could not believe that it was only ten years ago that she had first encountered Hannibal lector for the first time. It was a time when she had believed that the world of the F.B.I was black and white; she had once believed that if she got the job done everyone one would appreciate her she knew better now. Clarice M. Starling was standing in a elevator waiting patiently for it to reach the fifth floor into the room where cage that Dr. Lector had resided hours before his famous escape taking with him the lives of two officers, and ambulance crew and a tourist. In the elevator waiting with anticipation in her arms Dr Lectors drawings she had picked up from the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Standing next her 

was a young officer, he had the posture of someone who probably after work was a goof -off. Suddenly out of the blue he asked an innocent question that now would leave her pondering for hours,

"Is it true what they say?" Clarice looked up "Hmm?'' That he's some kind of a vampire?" Clarice stated matter of fact.

"They don't have a name for what he is" When his lips connected to hers Clarice had the answer and the truth was it scared the living hell out of her.

"LOVE".