Chapter Two
Clarice looked into travle guides, and special vacations. A special cruse was going to Rome.
'It would be nice to take a cruise...see Rome...Fuck Krendler, I won't let this mandatory leave get to me, I'll make the best of it.'
Feeling a sense of pride for beating out Krendler's shit, she booked the ticket. It was late, and she had to be ready for the next hellish day at the FBI.
*The next day*
She looked through her Lecter files, coming across his photo...again. It seemed like everytime she shuffled through these files, she would always come across this one photo. The one that haunted her dreams, and begged her to look at it. She would have loved to see him in person, though she couldn't understand why. It was something that boggled her mind everytime the thought came into her head.
Sitting in her dark basement she let herself get back to work......
*Hannibal Point of View*
To see her sitting there...hunched over papers, looking at my photo, and still struggling to keep going, makes me wonder. Wonder where that passion comes from. Where the devotion goes when it gets nothing in return. Why she tries to damn hard for people who wouldn't remember her if she were to never come back.
It also makes me wonder...if I could get the passion and power she has inside her directed at me.
Sitting next to her while she sleeps, unknowing of my presence, I think. I think of what could be if I had her by my side, what could become of me if I only tried. Tried to get her to be with me.
Sounding like a love sick teenager, is not what I intend to do, but I sit here, knowing that I sound like one. Looking upon someone else in my position, I would say the same thing. "Crazy." Insane stalker, who has nothing else on his mind but her. The sight of her does give me nourishment, just as when she speaks my name in her sleep gives me fulfilment. It gives me completion. Purpose. A reason to change myself to be with her.
It sounds insane, even to myself. That I would change myself for one person.
I've felt this way ever since my escape from Tenesee. I loved her. I couldn't describe it, tried to hide it, tried to convince myself it was nothing but a sick obsession with someone who interested me. It was much more. How could that be? I'm supposed to be a Monster. More of an misunderstood individual, but in society's eyes, I am a Monster. Im my Clarices' eyes, I am a Monster...Or at least that's how she needs to see me. I don't suspect she really feels that way...but when you work for the FBI you can't run around spouting the idea that a cannibal is a "nice guy". They hate her enough as it is.
I look over her as she reads the travle guide...and when she chooses her destination, so do I. I will be on that cruise, watching her, waiting, and in time...showing to her that I am with her. Leaving her with me, with no where to run, and no FBI to fall back on. Raw emotion. That's what I'm counting on.
'Soon my dear Clarice, I shall show you..."
Clarice looked into travle guides, and special vacations. A special cruse was going to Rome.
'It would be nice to take a cruise...see Rome...Fuck Krendler, I won't let this mandatory leave get to me, I'll make the best of it.'
Feeling a sense of pride for beating out Krendler's shit, she booked the ticket. It was late, and she had to be ready for the next hellish day at the FBI.
*The next day*
She looked through her Lecter files, coming across his photo...again. It seemed like everytime she shuffled through these files, she would always come across this one photo. The one that haunted her dreams, and begged her to look at it. She would have loved to see him in person, though she couldn't understand why. It was something that boggled her mind everytime the thought came into her head.
Sitting in her dark basement she let herself get back to work......
*Hannibal Point of View*
To see her sitting there...hunched over papers, looking at my photo, and still struggling to keep going, makes me wonder. Wonder where that passion comes from. Where the devotion goes when it gets nothing in return. Why she tries to damn hard for people who wouldn't remember her if she were to never come back.
It also makes me wonder...if I could get the passion and power she has inside her directed at me.
Sitting next to her while she sleeps, unknowing of my presence, I think. I think of what could be if I had her by my side, what could become of me if I only tried. Tried to get her to be with me.
Sounding like a love sick teenager, is not what I intend to do, but I sit here, knowing that I sound like one. Looking upon someone else in my position, I would say the same thing. "Crazy." Insane stalker, who has nothing else on his mind but her. The sight of her does give me nourishment, just as when she speaks my name in her sleep gives me fulfilment. It gives me completion. Purpose. A reason to change myself to be with her.
It sounds insane, even to myself. That I would change myself for one person.
I've felt this way ever since my escape from Tenesee. I loved her. I couldn't describe it, tried to hide it, tried to convince myself it was nothing but a sick obsession with someone who interested me. It was much more. How could that be? I'm supposed to be a Monster. More of an misunderstood individual, but in society's eyes, I am a Monster. Im my Clarices' eyes, I am a Monster...Or at least that's how she needs to see me. I don't suspect she really feels that way...but when you work for the FBI you can't run around spouting the idea that a cannibal is a "nice guy". They hate her enough as it is.
I look over her as she reads the travle guide...and when she chooses her destination, so do I. I will be on that cruise, watching her, waiting, and in time...showing to her that I am with her. Leaving her with me, with no where to run, and no FBI to fall back on. Raw emotion. That's what I'm counting on.
'Soon my dear Clarice, I shall show you..."
