chapter : day of questioning

by : girldoctor

Disclaimer : All characters belong to Thomas Harris .

Ok so here is the next chapter . I'm very happy with it . Originally it was going to be a bit longer but I made it shorter to start the next chapter off .

Please review , please please please . I'm begging people come on . The action is on its way I have got some pretty exciting ideas coming up if you like this story .

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Hannibal was pleased that she took the bait . He was feeling very . . . . . . . . . . . . . exhilarated .

Start now or later ? Now or later ?

You do have her in your dorm . You could show her the rest of the dorm , perhaps . An evil smile appeared on his face . Starling watched him suspiciously .

Now ? Ok .

" Clarice , tell me , what was your worst memory of your childhood ? "

By her face he could tell that she just realized she made a sort of deal with the devil .

O what he would give to know what was going on in her head . He could only guess as she stared at him . Her eyes radiating energy and annoyance . He felt very warm inside .

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His question totally took her completely off her guard . He did say he wanted to be a psychiatrists . Was he trying to analyze her ? Clarice tried , she hoped she succeed , to hide the sadness that crept into her heart .

Hannibal had a smug smile on his face . If he wanted to play she could play . She felt like cracking her knuckles .

" Did you draw those pictures ? " She asked very innocently , pointing at the sketch book . She was hoping to change the subject . She knew it wouldn't work but it was worth the try . Wasn't it ?

Hannibal in the best no nonsense voice Clarice had ever heard coming from a collage student said . " Clarice answer the question . "

She sighed as she stood up . Hannibal's eyes followed her every move as she started pacing . " Is this how it will work ? "

She walked around his room feeling annoyed at how clean it was . Clarice and Ardelia kept their dorm clean as well but this was outrageous .

" Yes . Are you going to answer the question ? Or are you going back on your word ? "

" Perhaps - " Clarice felt like screaming . Maybe she should make a mess in his room . She wondered if he would have to clean it right away . Was he one of those people ? " - we could do this another time ? " Her voice and eyes pleading with him .

He shook his head . His smile was gone now . His face was emotionless . " Clarice , answer the question . What is the worst memory of your childhood ? "

Clarice didn't want to answer that question . It was none of his business .

She shook her head . " It isn't worth it . I could just go to the library . Maybe I will get lucky and find something . " Her heart was pounding . Why would she open doors in her mind that would bring the sad memories flooding in ?

" Sit . " Hannibal spoke with authority making Clarice listen . She sat back down on his comfortable couch . It was too nice here .

Hannibal stood and walked toward her . He picked up his medical books and sketch books and made room so he could sit on the table in front of the couch .

" It is worth it . " He looked deep into her eyes . " You want to please Crawford . "

Her eyes flashed with anger . He put his hand up . " I'm not taunting this time , just a correct observation . You want to please Crawford , Clarice . You know you want to be his favorite pupil . You want to make him feel proud , correct ? " She wanted to kick Hannibal .

" Yes . " He answered for her . " Clarice we're alone , completely alone . Tell me . " Starling noticed that his voice was sort of hypnotizing .

Tell him , she thought . What would be the harm in that ? Except for the flood of tears that will no doubt come as soon as you leave his nice room . He is right though you want to make Crawford happy you want him to notice you .

Clarice and Hannibal sat in silence for what felt like an eternity to Starling .

Starling reluctantly opened her mind . She remembered something from her past .

She was really young and had just been hurt .

She had felled off her bicycle and she had gotten banged up pretty bad .

She got a nice size cut on her leg . Her mother had put a band-aid on it . Afterwards , Clarice went right back to riding her bike .

About 3 days later Starling was taking the band-aid off or rather she was trying to . But , it was hurting to much .

" You have to pull it off fast . " A voice told her . Starling did as the voice said . She pulled the band-aid off quickly . It hurt , but not as near as bad as it was hurting when she was taking her time .

The voice belonged to her father .

" The death of my father . " She spoke , determinedly . Hannibal watched her , he showed no emotion .

O how hard Clarice tried to remain strong but the emotions was getting to her . Especially as she watched Hannibal's emotionless face as she spilled her heart out . The tears was building up . Hannibal moved closer to her . " Shhh . " He whispered so softly .

Clarice looked at him , eye lashes wet . She looked in his eyes to see if she could find something human , she thought she did .

At this moment " Goldberg Variations " stopped playing in the background . Every thing in the room was most silent now .

His fingers, which were oddly soft, touched her face. Wiping away a tear . His touch was like electricity .

Starlings heart was pounding as his fingers continued to linger on her face.

His eyes was staring , intensely , at her lips . Clarice became very still , and nervous as Hannibal's face slowly moved toward hers .

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He wanted to ask her more questions , and he would . Eventually . Right now their lips was most conveniently close . His fingers tracing her face gently . He could smell her scent . She smelt even better up close .

Mmm , he wondered how she would taste . He moved his face closer to her as he stared at her lips .They were so close .

However at this point they were most rudely interrupted ! By a soft knock at the door .

Hannibal remained calm . Clarice jumped up like a teenager being caught doing something she wasn't suppose to be doing . They both turned toward the door .

Hannibal's upper jaw and lower jaw was pressed together tightly , as he very reluctantly left the table to go open the door.

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Clarice's heart pounded behind her chest like she had just got back from running . She was breathing hard , he was also breathing harder than usual .

She was also in shock . Did she almost just kiss Hannibal Lecter ?

Should she feel angry or relieved that someone was knocking on the door ? Either way , Clarice thought , she guessed that this meant her time was up .