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Clarice stared at him; her eyes searched his face. She walked out of the room, he watched her do so. Something burned inside him, he ached, he had her and still he played. 'Shouldn't play with your food' he thought. This made him smile. He knew he wasn't going to harm her in any way, he would indulge in her, feast off her presence.
He climbed out of the chair and proceeded to the bedroom. There she was, curled up, eyes shut, in his bed. Knowing she was not fully asleep he crept around to the other side of the bed. He lay beside her. Taking in a deep breath, he held her. Clarice turned to face him. He kissed her forehead and smiled "Now you can sleep Clarice".
Nothing was said, she turned back around smiling and Hannibal nuzzled into her hair. There was to be no love-making, it would prove to be awfully silly. Inside he knew it would be wrong to create that sort of bond on an uncertain territory. He hadn't ever been this close to Clarice, he did not want to fall asleep, he did not want to let go. Few things scared him, this proved to be one of them. He was afraid to sleep and lose this time with Clarice. If only time could be frozen.
The loudness of these thoughts put him to sleep soon enough.
Much later he was woken by the release of their grip, his eyes were hazy, he tried to keep them open, but dropped back into sleep.
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Clarice had managed to screw the part of the exhaust back. She felt relieved when she heard the car start. She was fully aware that she was doing what he had done to her so many times, run away. She couldn't just stay there anyway; she had things to sort out back at home, it was unpractical.
'Should I turn around?' she battled within her mind. Her 'self-argument' came to no conclusion as she had arrived at her house.
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Hannibal awoke. He had a horrible feeling inside. He looked around the room, she was not there. After searching the rest of the apartment and noticing the absence of her car and the screw, he slumped in the chair. What had he expected? Nothing was really established, there was no agreement or promise . Nothing.
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"Hello" Josh said, hugging her tightly. Clarice smelt perfume on him, she dismissed this. "So, how was your trip, miss me last night?" He grinned at her. Clarice smiled and entered the living room. She spotted the glasses of wine on the coffee table. "Friends round?" She pointed to them.
"Yes, you know, Peter and Stuart.." He kissed her hard on the lips. Clarice was used to his excuses, she wasn't stupid. As far as she was concerned, the relationship has been a drag ever since it began. But she believed she deserved it.
The weeks passed, she endured nights with and without Josh. She had never taken to being lonely before, but what she had shared with Hannibal left a void. She would wish that it was him at the door or on the phone, but it never was. How would he find her anyway? She knew she was being foolish; this was not a normal situation, therefore things could not be resolved normally.
Clarice was back after work, to find a note, it was from Josh.
"Meeting- out late, staying at a friend's house. Typical bad boyfriend thing to do, i'll make it up to you. Love you x"
At least she could relax. In the bedroom, she got into her pyjamas. She shuffled her feet into her fluffy slippers. A niece had got them for her, however she only wore them home alone. To 'keep her feet insulated'. As she crossed her legs on the bed, a note fell out of one of her slippers. Her heart skipped as she saw the writing.
"Dear Clarice,
Predictable, I know, but it happens to be the safest. You are probably aware that I have found where you live, and once again entered your residence, how I did that, is my secret. I feel as if we are dragging this on, with our hearts trailing behind on a string. I may have read the other note by the door. Poor Clarice all alone. If only a knight in shining armour would come sweep you up. I'll tell you this Clarice. The current knight is lazy; the princess is sick of it, so the dragon swoops down and takes her. Suspense is fun Clarice, enjoy it.
Regards
Hannibal Lecter
P.S- Do dispose of these slippers"