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.
