"Clarice! Guess who that was?" says Ardelia when she gets off the phone.
"I don't know? Um… Was it Dana Skully?" I said referring to our close friend from the 'guru'
"No! It was my Uncle Travis. You know the one that lives in France? Well, he and his business partner are having a masked ball in two weeks and he wanted to know if I wanted to go! He said I could bring someone. What do you think Clarice?"
I knew where this was going. "It sounds great. Who were you thinking about bringing?"
Ardelia grinned she knew I knew she was referring to me. She gave me her winning smile "Please… it will be lots of fun! Oh come on Clare you've got to. You need a vacation from this Lecter mess."
I did need a vacation. It had been a half a year since the hearing. Though I was some how recycled back into the Bureau, no one except Ardelia looked at me the same way. I was tired of all of it, it had been nine months after the whole incident with Dr. Lecter and I had beaten myself up about how many different ways it could have happened. I stared at my right hand for a little bit knowing I still had it and said "What the hell Ardelia… I do need a vacation from this crap."
All that week we went shopping for clothes, masks, shoes, lingerie, and bathing stuff. All the while I found myself asking 'What would Dr. Lecter think of me in this.' 'Would Dr. Lecter like these.' After I made each purchase, I hoped so. After all, there is always a chance I could bump into him…
~*~
Dr. Lecter walked down his familiar path. The park was nice, it had deer and other animals living in it. Whenever he saw a deer though, he thought of Clarice. Her hair bobbing behind her like a deer tail. She was glorious on her run. But he found himself thinking of her more and more often. He scolded himself quite often for it. Yet, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That fateful night plagued his thoughts quite often and found himself thinking of how it could have been different. He sat down on a bench near a rose bush to think. He noticed on at his feet and picked it up. A white rose, delicate, beautiful, and pure. Just like his Clarice.
Here, in Paris he was known as Dr. Stevens. He hadn't been here for long, less than a year. He was very private and didn't plan on screwing up his identity either. He was surprised when David Collate invited him to a masked ball in two weeks. He accepted, figuring it was time he had some fun.
"I don't know? Um… Was it Dana Skully?" I said referring to our close friend from the 'guru'
"No! It was my Uncle Travis. You know the one that lives in France? Well, he and his business partner are having a masked ball in two weeks and he wanted to know if I wanted to go! He said I could bring someone. What do you think Clarice?"
I knew where this was going. "It sounds great. Who were you thinking about bringing?"
Ardelia grinned she knew I knew she was referring to me. She gave me her winning smile "Please… it will be lots of fun! Oh come on Clare you've got to. You need a vacation from this Lecter mess."
I did need a vacation. It had been a half a year since the hearing. Though I was some how recycled back into the Bureau, no one except Ardelia looked at me the same way. I was tired of all of it, it had been nine months after the whole incident with Dr. Lecter and I had beaten myself up about how many different ways it could have happened. I stared at my right hand for a little bit knowing I still had it and said "What the hell Ardelia… I do need a vacation from this crap."
All that week we went shopping for clothes, masks, shoes, lingerie, and bathing stuff. All the while I found myself asking 'What would Dr. Lecter think of me in this.' 'Would Dr. Lecter like these.' After I made each purchase, I hoped so. After all, there is always a chance I could bump into him…
~*~
Dr. Lecter walked down his familiar path. The park was nice, it had deer and other animals living in it. Whenever he saw a deer though, he thought of Clarice. Her hair bobbing behind her like a deer tail. She was glorious on her run. But he found himself thinking of her more and more often. He scolded himself quite often for it. Yet, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That fateful night plagued his thoughts quite often and found himself thinking of how it could have been different. He sat down on a bench near a rose bush to think. He noticed on at his feet and picked it up. A white rose, delicate, beautiful, and pure. Just like his Clarice.
Here, in Paris he was known as Dr. Stevens. He hadn't been here for long, less than a year. He was very private and didn't plan on screwing up his identity either. He was surprised when David Collate invited him to a masked ball in two weeks. He accepted, figuring it was time he had some fun.