Hannibal sat in his dark cell, his back on the bed and his head facing away from the glass door. The room was so dark and so cold, it wasn't like his house in Italy at all. Yes, he missed that house funnily enough. Who knew you could miss a house?
Well, apparently he did. He gave a dark chuckle. The other prisoners next to him were muttering nonsense; they banged on the glass door trying to get out. It was useless thing to do, because the glass cannot be broken. They screamed, wanting to get out of this bloody place. He did too, but he knew banging on the glass door didn't help.
Oh, he was smart all right. In fact, he was very intelligent. Better than the other idiots that were locked in the cells next to him anyway. He sighed and put his hands under the back of his head, trying to get comfy. He starred up at the blank ceiling and wished there was something else that was more interesting that the ceiling.
His mind wondered to the tall female auburn-haired woman. Yes, her. She fascinated him that he couldn't take his eyes off her throughout the meeting. She was more than fascinating, to say in the least, she was beautiful.
For such a long time he hasn't laid eyes on a woman like he had with her, sure, there are many pretty women in the world, but his eyes only set out for one woman.
And that woman was Clarice Starling.
There were really no words to describe her. She was perfect in every way and she had a nice even-temper, not like women have nowadays. Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Every time he wasn't busy thinking she was always in his mind.
It drove him mad and insane. Yet, at the same time, he liked having her in his mind. It made him feel calmer and more relaxed and made him feel that he was equal with someone.
He quietly snorted.
Equal with someone else? Ha, fuck that. He would never be equal with anyone. Not even with Clarice.
He slowly sat up and let his legs dangle from the bed, his feet touching the cold stone floor and his eyes matching the brick wall opposite him.
For more than once in his lifetime that he spent in this cold, damp cellar, he wished he had a window.
Note-
First Hannibal fanfic. Might do more. Please rate and review (: