A/N: Wow! Okie, I'd like to thank all you wonderful people who
reviewed!!!! That makes us super happy!!! Our lives now have a meaning
to it! But yes, this chapter is more OOC. But we thought we needed it
cause we needed to lighten up the last chapters and what not. So we
hope you enjoy this chapter! More to come!
Disclaimers: Same old thing. We own nothing!! ::runs off crying::
After a long, stressful hard days work and nothing better to do,
Clarice decided to get a drink at a nearby bar.
"Hey D, you wanna get a drink?"
"Sure thing! I could use one right about now. I'll drive,"
Ardelia said enthusiastically.
Ten minutes later they were at the bar. They walked in with a
clink of the bell on the door, and took a seat at the bar. The
atmosphere was a hazy and quiet one. Smoke hung in the air like low
clouds and strings of fairly lights lined the ceiling. A couple of
biker looking guys was playing pool in the corner, beer in hand. The
music was set to a slow country station. Clarice and Delia ordered a
round of beers from the bored-looking bartender, and were soon in deep
conversation about many different things, both laughing and gulping
down their drinks, minds clearing and forgetting their tense and
complicated afternoon.
They were having way too much fun to realize a pair of
maroon eyes gazing out from under the brim of a black hat, sitting in
a secluded and dark corner booth...watching them. Watching them
intensely.
Hannibal Lecter sat sipping at a red wine, absentmindedly
running his finger along the brim of the glass. He had been watching
Clarice ever since she and Ardelia had arrived. He was glad to see
her somewhat happy, although it saddened him equally, he knew it was
the alcohol's numbing hypnosis...giving her fake emotions. Clarice
drank frequently, more than her tolerance would allow, and he had
noticed.
About an hour or two of talking, laughing and drinking,
Clarice finally stood up, downed the rest of her beer and set the
bottle back on the counter, picking up her jacket and slipping it on.
"Well D...I think I'll...walk home tonight. My house...is only
a few blocks down," Clarice said motioning her hand to the right. Her
voice was slightly slurred and her eyes looked small as if she had
just woken from a pleasant dream.
"Are you sure?" Delia asked, and Clarice nodded with a smile on
her face. "Alright girl, if you insist. See ya tomorrow."
Clarice grabbed her purse and waved good-bye to Ardelia. On
the way out she ran into the doorway, making her fall over. She burst
into laughter and so did Ardelia.
"Ha ha, I'm OKAY! I got it, don't worry," she said while
stumbling to get up. A few people in the bar and pool table area who
had seen her snickered to themselves. Soon she was out the door, into
the cool night air. Stars were sparkling overhead and all was quiet.
Right away Hannibal stood from his private booth and followed
her, like he always did. It was a natural routine, somewhat like an
instinct. He wouldn't call it 'stalking', but rather 'watching' out
for her was how he saw it.
Clarice was having a little trouble keeping her balance. She
had had more drinks that she thought. Maybe she shouldn't have walked
home...
She could have walked the ten feet back to the bar, but she
knew Delia had already left. A few more steps and she dropped her
purse out of clumsiness. She bent down slowly, trying not to fall
over to pick it back up. Hannibal, who had been watching her, took
this chance to drift swiftly into the dark shadowy alley in front of
her. He blended perfectly, and she had not seen him.
Clarice rose and continued walking with her head down. A few
moments later she hit into something hard and crashed to the
sidewalk. She stumbled for a moment then looked up to see what had
caused her fall, and realized it was a man.
"Oh, I'm so...so sorry...sir. Please forgive me," she said as
the man gingerly helped her up. The alcohol was making her mind and
vision numb and blurry. She didn't realize she knew this man, his
deep crimson eyes and familiar voice. She knew his dark face with
mysterious features. Yes, she knew this man very well.
She looked him up and down through her cloudy hazel eyes.
"Hey...your sexy," she stated and put her hand on his strong
shoulder to keep balance. "Your very...sexy!"
Clarice's vision was obviously impaired.
"Why thank you. You're very attractive yourself. How about I
walk you home?"
Starling hesitated for a moment.
"Um, okay!" she grabbed his arm and began walking with him.
Hannibal wanted to laugh out loud, he couldn't believe she
didn't recognize him...but he was enjoying it. He came out of his
thoughts at this point to pay more attention to Clarice's rambling
about random things.
"And..and then I was like, 'No, I don't want," she began
laughing, "I don't want your food! You're the dog!" She burst out
into giggly laughter as if this was the most obviously hilarious thing
in the world.
Hannibal let out a small sympathetic chuckle. Clarice was
beyond drunk!
"That's very funny...Oh look. We're here."
They approached the porch of a small conservative looking
house.
"We are? That's very...very fast."
Clarice stood on the doorstep and fumbled through her purse to
find her house key. After the fifth try she got a hold of it.
Hannibal took the key from her hand and unlocked the door for her.
Giggling she said, "Thanks."
Clarice walked into her dark house and turned to say good-bye to the man, but he was gone.
"Heeeeyyyy...where'd you go?" She called, looking out into the driveway. "Uh...heh, heh. Oh well."
She closed the door from behind her and locked it. She set her purse down on her coffee table and the car keys inside of it made a loud clinking noise in the quietness of her empty house. Clarice now stumbled upstairs to go to bed. First she washed her mouth out with mouthwash, the alcohol aftertaste in her mouth was very unpleasant. She changed into a lacy black Victoria's Secret nightgown. It made her feel somewhat like a lady, something she didn't feel all that often. She sank into her bed after this and fell fast asleep.
Hannibal had waited across the street of Clarice Starling's house until he had seen every light disappear from her windows. He now slinked slowly to her front door and held her key in his hand. He unlocked the door with a small click and crept in as quietly as a mouse. From there he walked up the stairs into her dark bedroom. Edging the door open, he peered his head around the corner. Clarice was sprawled out across her bed in a deep slumber. He moved to her bed and sat at the edge of it. Clarice looked blissful tonight in her sleep. Perhaps just because she was in a sleeping stage where you don't dream of anything. What other reason could there be?
He gazed at her beauty. The blue moonlight drifted through the un- curtained window and settled across the velvety white skin of her face, neck and arms. Her hair looked magenta in the moonlight, and it was swept across her pillow like a sheet. Her eyes were closed and relaxed, and her full scarlet lips were still as her chest rose and fell calmly with her slow, steady breathing. Clarice's face was tilted upwards on her pillow, her long neck exposed. Hannibal stared at her neck and lips for quite some time; they were his favorite features of Starling's body. She truly was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. There was something rather special about Clarice Starling that he still couldn't figure out, and he knew he never would.
He came back to reality when Clarice shifted and slowly reached over and rested her arm on Hannibal's lap. He picked her arm up ever so tenderly, careful not to wake her. He placed her warm, soft hand against his cheek and closed his eyes as he felt her grazing his cheek. Hannibal placed her arm down gently and felt her smooth skin beneath his lips as he bowed to her forehead for a goodnight kiss.
A thin lock of magenta hair was swept across her face, and he slowly brushed it away as he leaned to her ear, whispering, "Well my dear, it is my time to depart. You sleep well." He was about to get up until when Clarice draped her arms around his neck and pulled his head to the crook of her neck, squeezing him tight.
"No", she said groggily, "Don't leave..." Clarice trailed off. She was obviously having a dream.
Hannibal stayed in her warm brace for a while; such sweet rushes of pleasure from every moment of it. But all good things have to end sooner or later, he knew that only all too well. He slipped out of her hold smoothly and stood up. With that he was gone.
The lovely morning sun streamed across Clarice's face, waking her up. She fluttered her eyes open and sat up groggily at the edge of her bed. A sudden piercing pain between her eyes indicated a horrible migraine. She stared at her feet for a moment to wake up a little. "Oh god, my head...what did I do last night?" Clarice asked herself fiercely while rubbing her head. She stood up and stumbled into the bathroom to get some Advil, her head throbbing. That was the start of a long, grueling day at work.
reviewed!!!! That makes us super happy!!! Our lives now have a meaning
to it! But yes, this chapter is more OOC. But we thought we needed it
cause we needed to lighten up the last chapters and what not. So we
hope you enjoy this chapter! More to come!
Disclaimers: Same old thing. We own nothing!! ::runs off crying::
After a long, stressful hard days work and nothing better to do,
Clarice decided to get a drink at a nearby bar.
"Hey D, you wanna get a drink?"
"Sure thing! I could use one right about now. I'll drive,"
Ardelia said enthusiastically.
Ten minutes later they were at the bar. They walked in with a
clink of the bell on the door, and took a seat at the bar. The
atmosphere was a hazy and quiet one. Smoke hung in the air like low
clouds and strings of fairly lights lined the ceiling. A couple of
biker looking guys was playing pool in the corner, beer in hand. The
music was set to a slow country station. Clarice and Delia ordered a
round of beers from the bored-looking bartender, and were soon in deep
conversation about many different things, both laughing and gulping
down their drinks, minds clearing and forgetting their tense and
complicated afternoon.
They were having way too much fun to realize a pair of
maroon eyes gazing out from under the brim of a black hat, sitting in
a secluded and dark corner booth...watching them. Watching them
intensely.
Hannibal Lecter sat sipping at a red wine, absentmindedly
running his finger along the brim of the glass. He had been watching
Clarice ever since she and Ardelia had arrived. He was glad to see
her somewhat happy, although it saddened him equally, he knew it was
the alcohol's numbing hypnosis...giving her fake emotions. Clarice
drank frequently, more than her tolerance would allow, and he had
noticed.
About an hour or two of talking, laughing and drinking,
Clarice finally stood up, downed the rest of her beer and set the
bottle back on the counter, picking up her jacket and slipping it on.
"Well D...I think I'll...walk home tonight. My house...is only
a few blocks down," Clarice said motioning her hand to the right. Her
voice was slightly slurred and her eyes looked small as if she had
just woken from a pleasant dream.
"Are you sure?" Delia asked, and Clarice nodded with a smile on
her face. "Alright girl, if you insist. See ya tomorrow."
Clarice grabbed her purse and waved good-bye to Ardelia. On
the way out she ran into the doorway, making her fall over. She burst
into laughter and so did Ardelia.
"Ha ha, I'm OKAY! I got it, don't worry," she said while
stumbling to get up. A few people in the bar and pool table area who
had seen her snickered to themselves. Soon she was out the door, into
the cool night air. Stars were sparkling overhead and all was quiet.
Right away Hannibal stood from his private booth and followed
her, like he always did. It was a natural routine, somewhat like an
instinct. He wouldn't call it 'stalking', but rather 'watching' out
for her was how he saw it.
Clarice was having a little trouble keeping her balance. She
had had more drinks that she thought. Maybe she shouldn't have walked
home...
She could have walked the ten feet back to the bar, but she
knew Delia had already left. A few more steps and she dropped her
purse out of clumsiness. She bent down slowly, trying not to fall
over to pick it back up. Hannibal, who had been watching her, took
this chance to drift swiftly into the dark shadowy alley in front of
her. He blended perfectly, and she had not seen him.
Clarice rose and continued walking with her head down. A few
moments later she hit into something hard and crashed to the
sidewalk. She stumbled for a moment then looked up to see what had
caused her fall, and realized it was a man.
"Oh, I'm so...so sorry...sir. Please forgive me," she said as
the man gingerly helped her up. The alcohol was making her mind and
vision numb and blurry. She didn't realize she knew this man, his
deep crimson eyes and familiar voice. She knew his dark face with
mysterious features. Yes, she knew this man very well.
She looked him up and down through her cloudy hazel eyes.
"Hey...your sexy," she stated and put her hand on his strong
shoulder to keep balance. "Your very...sexy!"
Clarice's vision was obviously impaired.
"Why thank you. You're very attractive yourself. How about I
walk you home?"
Starling hesitated for a moment.
"Um, okay!" she grabbed his arm and began walking with him.
Hannibal wanted to laugh out loud, he couldn't believe she
didn't recognize him...but he was enjoying it. He came out of his
thoughts at this point to pay more attention to Clarice's rambling
about random things.
"And..and then I was like, 'No, I don't want," she began
laughing, "I don't want your food! You're the dog!" She burst out
into giggly laughter as if this was the most obviously hilarious thing
in the world.
Hannibal let out a small sympathetic chuckle. Clarice was
beyond drunk!
"That's very funny...Oh look. We're here."
They approached the porch of a small conservative looking
house.
"We are? That's very...very fast."
Clarice stood on the doorstep and fumbled through her purse to
find her house key. After the fifth try she got a hold of it.
Hannibal took the key from her hand and unlocked the door for her.
Giggling she said, "Thanks."
Clarice walked into her dark house and turned to say good-bye to the man, but he was gone.
"Heeeeyyyy...where'd you go?" She called, looking out into the driveway. "Uh...heh, heh. Oh well."
She closed the door from behind her and locked it. She set her purse down on her coffee table and the car keys inside of it made a loud clinking noise in the quietness of her empty house. Clarice now stumbled upstairs to go to bed. First she washed her mouth out with mouthwash, the alcohol aftertaste in her mouth was very unpleasant. She changed into a lacy black Victoria's Secret nightgown. It made her feel somewhat like a lady, something she didn't feel all that often. She sank into her bed after this and fell fast asleep.
Hannibal had waited across the street of Clarice Starling's house until he had seen every light disappear from her windows. He now slinked slowly to her front door and held her key in his hand. He unlocked the door with a small click and crept in as quietly as a mouse. From there he walked up the stairs into her dark bedroom. Edging the door open, he peered his head around the corner. Clarice was sprawled out across her bed in a deep slumber. He moved to her bed and sat at the edge of it. Clarice looked blissful tonight in her sleep. Perhaps just because she was in a sleeping stage where you don't dream of anything. What other reason could there be?
He gazed at her beauty. The blue moonlight drifted through the un- curtained window and settled across the velvety white skin of her face, neck and arms. Her hair looked magenta in the moonlight, and it was swept across her pillow like a sheet. Her eyes were closed and relaxed, and her full scarlet lips were still as her chest rose and fell calmly with her slow, steady breathing. Clarice's face was tilted upwards on her pillow, her long neck exposed. Hannibal stared at her neck and lips for quite some time; they were his favorite features of Starling's body. She truly was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. There was something rather special about Clarice Starling that he still couldn't figure out, and he knew he never would.
He came back to reality when Clarice shifted and slowly reached over and rested her arm on Hannibal's lap. He picked her arm up ever so tenderly, careful not to wake her. He placed her warm, soft hand against his cheek and closed his eyes as he felt her grazing his cheek. Hannibal placed her arm down gently and felt her smooth skin beneath his lips as he bowed to her forehead for a goodnight kiss.
A thin lock of magenta hair was swept across her face, and he slowly brushed it away as he leaned to her ear, whispering, "Well my dear, it is my time to depart. You sleep well." He was about to get up until when Clarice draped her arms around his neck and pulled his head to the crook of her neck, squeezing him tight.
"No", she said groggily, "Don't leave..." Clarice trailed off. She was obviously having a dream.
Hannibal stayed in her warm brace for a while; such sweet rushes of pleasure from every moment of it. But all good things have to end sooner or later, he knew that only all too well. He slipped out of her hold smoothly and stood up. With that he was gone.
The lovely morning sun streamed across Clarice's face, waking her up. She fluttered her eyes open and sat up groggily at the edge of her bed. A sudden piercing pain between her eyes indicated a horrible migraine. She stared at her feet for a moment to wake up a little. "Oh god, my head...what did I do last night?" Clarice asked herself fiercely while rubbing her head. She stood up and stumbled into the bathroom to get some Advil, her head throbbing. That was the start of a long, grueling day at work.