Author's note: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry! I've been going through a lot of crap so I hardly ever get onto a computer anymore . New chapter though, YAY!

(characters are not mine, however I do wish to steal them:) )

Clarice stood, silence overcoming her. It was almost as if she had fallen comatose, sheerly by the sound of his voice. Her blood was flowing so hard, so fast; Clarice felt hot and almost sickly. Her ears felt as if they were ringing. The receiver shook in her hand, as with the rest of her body. She had to lean against the kitchen counter for support, for fear that she might fall to the floor.

"I do believe you have missed me, yes?", Dr. Lecter implored. From the sound of his voice, Clarice could only imagine a wide smirk, plastered across his face.

"Why do you say that?", she stammered. She suddenly felt foolish. Of all people, he already knew.

""Your undeniable silence says it all.", he chided, clicking his tongue.

Clarice stood there speechless; he was acting as if she was a naughty child. As if he were scolding her for being stupid. This angered her to some extent. Yet a part of her had waited for this day for a while. Waited for him to encase her in his deathly tomb. His mind. Clarice shivered violently. His depths of knowledge were addictive. However, the other part of her was repulsed. Repulsed by the thought of whatever he might have in mind for her. All she could do was to play along unwillingly...The good doctor would not have it any other way. She supposed he found her quite amusing.

"What is it that you want from me?!"

Clarice blindingly stared into the dark, awaiting his reply.

"My dear Clarice, all I want is a little fun. I call onto you to see if you shall join me in this little escapade?"

"Like a game?", she asked. Her heart sank. God only knew what he had in mind..

"Quite. Think of it as a child's game of hide and seek. You may use anything your tiny heart desires to evade me. If by say, 3:30 a.m. I don't find you, I will leave. However, if I happen to capture you...This game has consequences."

Her heart sank even more. Even with the sound of her heart beating in her ears, she swore she could hear him maliciously smiling. Consequences...The thought chilled her to the bone.

"What are the consequences, Dr. Lecter?", she questioned.

He chuckled lightly.

"Let the games begin Clarice."

Clarice's mind races and she looked at the glowing numbers of the oven's clock. 1:56 a.m...She ran.