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Alternate second chapter!
The coolness of the air was plain and crisp; soon it would snow on this day to come. The silent stirrings of children lifted the night into the feverish nightmare of the imagination, grasping and choking the world in its clear as dense fog form. Oh how the lost wished they could silently slip away into its depth and revisit the days of their youth, declaring it a sort of "fountain of youth". For one Special Agent Clarice M. Starling this feverish nightmare fog had just settled into her bedroom, but it no longer remained just a light airless and choking fog. It now stood before her, a cruel reality in the form of the infamous Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter. He was lightly kneeling upon his left knee, slowly tracing the line of her jaw and high cheek bones.
Her eyes flicked open to his touch, the slate of her eyes being engulfed in the deep maroon flecks of the monsters sorrowful, soul stealing Baby Blues. The sight caused her to freeze to her sheets, stunned and frozen like a deer in headlight to his inspection. He was one of the most powerful and influential people to step into her minds eye and he had instilled such horror into her thoughts and dreams that it was almost unbearable having him less than a foot away, watching her, studying her, coveting her. 'Calm Yourself CS…Don't let him get the upper hand in the sitch just because you're frightened of him…TERIFIED OF HIM… Oh shut up. He could see the sirens and bells go off behind her cool, tired slate eyes. "Ahh, Clarice rattle the bells…Hannibal's back." He snickered at her through a deeply amused and showing it, smile.
'Not in a thousand years…..You see Barney, Agent Starling is a deep roller…. I woke up in the dark…The lambs were screaming….Agent Starling do you really think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool? ... Dr. Lecter? My name is Clarice Starling. May I talk with you?' The stream of words drifted through her cold almost shattered mind. 'He's a cemetery mink; He lives down in a rib cage in the dry leaves of a heart.' She thought after the sequence of verbal memories battered her. She thought this for what? The fiftyumpth time in her life. She stared brutally into his eyes, her own now enraged and ready to attack. "What the fuck do you want Dr. Lecter?" her southern prattle seeping into his ears and seeming to burn them like liquid fire being pored into them. She slowly sat up, pulling her black, T-shirt feeling, warming comforter over her insecurely.
"Well Clarice…it's nice to see you too after six months. The reason I have scheduled this little visit is I have been informed of your current case dealing with the…what are you calling it…The death angel? Hmm Clarice not quite unlike the honor you were dubbed with by the National Tattler. It's a series of rapes am I correct…" she blinked and nodded inwardly. The case was one of the oddest she had ever seen. Teen BOYS were being raped and then murdered; so far there had been three victims. Their had been bodily fluid samples taken from the boys bodies that indicated that it was done by a man…but everything had yet to connect. Suddenly the metallic rasp of Lecter's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Isn't it odd how they are found Clarice? In the nude with a black wrist band and blood red costume angel's wings?" Something snapped in her mind… 'How did he know that? Does he know the rapist…When has he seen the bodies? ...He's been following me.' As she pondered he drew closer to her, drawing down the black comforter from her hands.
He smiled joshingly, knowing she hadn't noticed he had preformed this action. He now had a hold of her waste his hands reaching around her hips to secure her to the spot she now sat in. Her head swiftly turned as she suddenly realized his hands touching her hips. "Get your hands off and away from me." She steamed through clenched teeth, emitting a sense of great anger and sternness into her voice. All he did was hold tighter. She suddenly lunged, throwing her body backwards, but remained in the same spot, but different position she had been in before. Lecter now was about six inches from her face and drawing closer. She breathed heavily into his face. He searched her eyes. They were wild and furious. He watched as her eyes moved about his face, looking like a small puppies eyes, searching for its chew toy that rested in the nook of its owner's arms. The look on her face was frightened and beside herself. He inched even closer until the tips of there noses touched ever so slightly. Her eyes now looked filled with disbelief and terror. He could sense from her tension that in this very moment of time she was more scared of him then she had every, physically or mentally been. He was close to her that he himself could feel her heart beating in his own chest. "I'll make you an offer Clarice…" She tensed, her necks muscles clenching as well as her arms, sides and legs.
A/N: ok this is an alternate chapter I much prefer. I believe it is more to my style. What do you think? I need some reviews…not a particular amount…just some.