éclaircissement2 ok guys sorry I took so long to post some more. Ive been really busy with school lately. But he's some more to please your appetites for now.Sorry this section is so short. ;-)

Ch 2

Hannibal Lector awoke from his sleep in gasps. He had dreamt of his sister Mischa yet again. Getting up timidly he walked to get a glass of water from the night stand. He picked up the crystal glass and stared at its many facets. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something white falling outside his window. He walked over to it in his silk pajamas, his breathing now calmed. It was snowing. He chuckled to himself. He used to love snow. As a child he could remember playing in it. Rolling all around making snow angels and other childhood follies. He saw the snow topped buildings and the icy streets of Paris. He looked at the blanketed ground beneath him and saw the blank white staring back up at him. Then he slowly saw the blood trickle and could see the deer dragged through the snow. He could hear his sister's screams and the chop of the axe. He screamed in terror, dropping his water glass and snapping out of his reverie. Hurridly he picked up the shards of glass and threw them in the nearest wastebasket. He quickly closed the curtains and sat behind his desk placing his heavy head in his hand. When he could think of nothing else to do, not trusting sleep just yet, he got out his pen and began to write.

Clarice walked down the winding street to the local mall. She was bundled in her long London Fog coat and wore the butterfly around her neck. It hadn't left its spot in the nape of her neck for weeks. When she arrived at the mall she went directly to a stationary store and bought a nice set of writing necessities. She then went to the perfume store and bought some more of her L'Air du Temps. She then proceeded to the food court where she got a cup of coffee and headed home. Her mustang pulled into the driveway and she noticed Mapp was gone.
*Thats right, she had a date.*
She walked inside laying her keys on the table with a clang and sat down at her desk. She pulled out the paper and envelopes she had just bought and her pen. She sat there silently wondering what she was doing.
*I don't even know how to get the letter to him*
Sometime she hoped he would send another letter and tell her how to reach him. Until then she would write him letters as if he were across the street and when or if she could send them to him she would send them all at one time. She sat writing away, everyday writing a little more until she finished one letter and then started another.She lightly sprayed the letter with her perfume when finished with one before putting it in its envelope.
*What are you doing Clarice? You cant possibly like him like that!*
But some part of her said it was possible. She wasn't sure what it was yet. All she knew was she had a connection with him in some way and after she would write she would feel a lot better and could sleep. For the past few weeks there were no screaming lambs in her head. That was enough reason to keep writing. She hid the letters from Mapp in the box Hannibal gave her, locking it after each use. After a few more days she was about to give up when she received another package.