Dr. Lecter looked through her window, watching her cry in her bed, and he
worried. Now, the good Dr. is not one to worry about just anyone, but this
was one person he cared about. She took the pain of Mischa's departure of
this world, and she would leave with him. Of that he was certain.
We look down on Dr. Lecter as he makes his move into her home. Sneaking in past the door, and into her livingroom, he waited. Waited for some noise, waited for her to move in any way. He heard nothing. Walking along inside the room, he entered her Bedroom, and looked down at her. She had just fallen asleep.
Brushing his hand over her face, he looked at her face. She was stirring now, and began to flutter her eyes...
"Dr...Lecter...?"
He smiled softly down to her, "yes my dear, I did come back. I promised I would not of course...but I had to see your face once more. I wanted to check on you of course, for the papers are not very promising to your mental status."
She looked up dazed, as if she were still dreaming, "why...you said I would never get another chance..."
"I told you that, yes, but my little starling, there was no way I could have accepted that answer. For I do know that you harbor feelings for me, even if they are just to kill me." He winked at her," though I highly doubt you feel the need to kill me. I would have been out of the country with the FBI tracking my scent from your house if you did. So Clarice...tell me, why do you cry in your sleep? Or even when you are not asleep?"
Her face began to flush, and she looked up at him, her head resting on the silk pillow.
"I suppose, Dr. Lecter, I cry because in my life, there has never been anything that has stayed. When you left, that was it...I could not do it anymore. I had given up, and crying was the only way to get my emtions out...you see, I can not talk to anyone about things like this."
"I see."
He looked down at her, and she looked at him, his face began to near hers, as their lips met...
We look down on Dr. Lecter as he makes his move into her home. Sneaking in past the door, and into her livingroom, he waited. Waited for some noise, waited for her to move in any way. He heard nothing. Walking along inside the room, he entered her Bedroom, and looked down at her. She had just fallen asleep.
Brushing his hand over her face, he looked at her face. She was stirring now, and began to flutter her eyes...
"Dr...Lecter...?"
He smiled softly down to her, "yes my dear, I did come back. I promised I would not of course...but I had to see your face once more. I wanted to check on you of course, for the papers are not very promising to your mental status."
She looked up dazed, as if she were still dreaming, "why...you said I would never get another chance..."
"I told you that, yes, but my little starling, there was no way I could have accepted that answer. For I do know that you harbor feelings for me, even if they are just to kill me." He winked at her," though I highly doubt you feel the need to kill me. I would have been out of the country with the FBI tracking my scent from your house if you did. So Clarice...tell me, why do you cry in your sleep? Or even when you are not asleep?"
Her face began to flush, and she looked up at him, her head resting on the silk pillow.
"I suppose, Dr. Lecter, I cry because in my life, there has never been anything that has stayed. When you left, that was it...I could not do it anymore. I had given up, and crying was the only way to get my emtions out...you see, I can not talk to anyone about things like this."
"I see."
He looked down at her, and she looked at him, his face began to near hers, as their lips met...
