Nulle Part

by PaintMeAntagonist

On a train heading to Berlin a woman and a man share a compartment. In the matter of a few days someone's world can change. What will happen to Isabelle Reiner once she encounters Hannibal Lecter, unaware of who he is? Based upon the movie ending.

2. Iliad To Begin Shortly

Chapter Two: Iliad To Begin Shortly

Izzy. They all called her Izzy. She had never understood why. It wasn't the name on her birth certificate nor was it the name she preferred. Not by a long shot. Isabelle Reiner was contemplating this as the door to her compartment slid open somewhat expectantly. She fought the urge to breath out in frustration. She had been traveling by train a lot lately and not once had she ever had the compartment completely to herself.

The man standing inside the doorway was not what she had expected to find. He was middle-aged and on the shorter side of stature, not too terribly short. Nor was he as tall as he could have been. He made up for it in the way carried himself. He was confident in something, she could sense. His black hair was slicked back neatly beneath a creme colored fedora. His smile was flashingly white and pristine. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as her gut told her it was a little too eerie and near perfection for her.

After he had settled in she decided she could look back at him from the corner of her eye. He was staring expectantly at her. He was not ashamed of his curiosity. He was certainly not attempting to mask it, in any case.

She glanced at his well-polished perfection and wondered how exactly he was traveling by train. Planes ran with regularity and more conveniance. Yet here he was. She took in his crisp suit and his polished shoes. She suddenly felt incredibly underdressed in her blue jeans and oversized wool sweater. Her sneakers suddenly seemed dirty and atrocious. A strange combination, the gentleman and the misfit woman riding in the same room. She let her gaze travel back over him. Only when her eyes lingered back on his face did she realize he was still looking at her.

She fought the urge to bite out a rude remark. Instead she turned her hauntingly green eyes on him. Nothing was said for a very long minute. She thought she was most certainly going to lose her mind. She turned nervously away and pinned herself further into the corner of her seat.

She tried to focus on the scenary flying past her. Greens molded together and she could feel a dizzy sensation floating in the back of her throat. She glanced back at him. He was casually reading the paper he had brought with him.