Lecter laid on his bed quietly with his hands rested behind his bed. He was so happy Clarice had come to visit him but angry she had to be torn from him. She was truly an amazing woman and she was HIS.

Her soft peachy face with gentle freckles, her slender hourglass waist, her slender dancers legs, her natural breasts in perfect shape, that creamy smooth skin soft as silk, Her southern accent with attitude, Her big blue eyes the colour of the sky, Her short auburn bob that always looked perfect, That sweet smile, her perky lips but above all her cheeky laugh.

It had been too long since he had last embraced her. It had been over a month at least and he missed being close to her. Her diligence to being loyal and visiting him was admirable and just fuelled his love. "Clarice" He whispered quietly and closed his eyes allowing himself to drift into sleep.

Dream

Lecter found himself in a dark place. It was somewhat chilly and very misty; from what he could make out it was night time. He began walking through the field slowly hearing twigs crunch under his feet and mud squelch while the grass swished.

"Where on earth am I?" He thought to himself. He was used to insane dreams but he had not had one in several years.

Suddenly he heard a quiet sobbing. It was a female voice and he knew which one but he did not why she was crying. Perhaps that fool Chilton had offended her in some way; he would pay dearly. Eventually he reached her and his heart began to race like a jack-hammer.

Clarice was knelt down and sobbing; she was wearing a spaghetti strap spring dress with lace on the chest. She was clutching something close to her bosom it was soft and white.

"Clarice?" Lecter asked curiously.

"Please...HELP him!" she wept tearfully.

Lecter realized she was clutching a dead lamb to her bosom. She was clutching it protectively and weeping over its dead body. He was trapped in her nightmare of when she was a child except seeing her as an adult.

Lecter knelt down beside her and gazed at the lamb. It was still a baby and had been torn at the neck by a wolf. Such a cruel death and it still had so much life left to give to nature.

Lecter took a deep breath "You did your best Clarice. You protected him bravely but it seems the wolf killed your lamb" he explained gently.

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks "...Not fair" she mumbled tearfully.

"Speak up" he said in a stern but gentle tone.

"ITS NOT FAIR!" She screamed angrily.

He knew how hard it was to lose an innocent life. It hurt like hell and you were forever stained by their blood and guilt flooded the heart.

Lecter gently wiped her tears with a single finger "He's in a better place now if not a more peaceful" he said gently.

"Really?" Clarice said hopefully.

Lecter nodded "We may lose their bodies but we have their souls inside us" he said pointing to her heart.

"OH LECTER!" She cried loudly and hugged him tightly.

now

Lecter awoke with a start. Sweat was running down his brow and his heart was racing fast. he felt no fear but the dream had indeed been intense. He sat up slowly and placed his face in his hands wearily. He was used to fear but that dream had been more personal than most.

"You alright Doctor Lecter? You were calling out in your sleep?" Barney said worriedly from outside the cell.

Lecter looked up "I'm fine Barney just had a weird dream" he said gratefully.

Barney smiled "Want some hot cocoa to help you sleep?" he said kindly.

Lecter smiled "Only if you sneak whiskey in it" he chuckled.

Barney smiled mischievously "You got it" he said kindly. He made his way to the staff kitchen with a quick walk so he would not get caught.

Lecter usually hated most people with a passion. There were only 2 people in this miserable world he cared for. The first was Clarice his intelligent, daring, feisty and wild lover; The second was Barney; he was the first human to treat him like a person and showed sincerity unlike others who treated him like a pet.

Eventually Barney came back with a portable plastic mug with warm cocoa and whiskey laced into it "On the house" he said kindly.

Lecter smiled "Thank you Barney" He said gratefully.

After the cup was slid through the door he sipped at it gratefully. He got so bored sometimes that booze seemed to make it easier.

"I'll be off now doc and mum's the word" Barney said kindly then walked off.

This was one of Barney's redeeming qualities. He was selfless and honest unlike most of his doctors here. He was one of the few people whose life he would spare for being kind and loyal.

"I should ask him for this more often" Lecter said quietly as he sipped his drink. He would soon see Clarice the next escape he managed but first he would thank Barney.