DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters in this story which belong to Thomas
Harris. I'm just writing fan fiction and I don't get any pay to do this so
please don't sue!
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 4: Journey
She was dressed casually waiting her flight. The airport wasn't very busy at that time and she was thankful for the efficient ventilation on the uncomfortably hot day. Clarice looked down at her watch and then up on the board and started towards a platform her plane was to arrive.
Hours later she was standing at the Athens airport, waiting for a cab. After having read the article about the serial killer Lerry Plance several times she snuck out a case file on him from the office and analysed it. Clarice came to the conclusion that she was not going to move any further in her private investigation unless something drastic happened. She figured the man might indeed be still in Athens and a weird feeling told her that Dr Lecter would be close behind. She still pondered at his involvement in all this and why exactly he wanted her here.
As the cab arrived she got in after glancing around. A man, wearing a light white hat stepped out from behind a pillar and resumed watching her as the car drove away. A sly smile crept upon his lips.
Locking the door behind herself, Clarice looked around the hotel room she got. A single bed stood in the middle with a few cupboards around it and a small table. There were two doors on either side; one leading to the bathroom and the other was a wardrobe. She dropped her bags and lay down on the bed for a rest from a long journey. Clarice still wasn't sure what she'd find here but she couldn't go back to her wasted career so soon and the FBI thought it was okay to take a vacation. She closed her eyes and went over everything she knew yet again, trying to determine what she could find from it.
The sun had long set behind the horizon when she woke up. The only light she got was from the full moon outside. Trying to shake off the sleep and get her eyes adjusted to the darkness she got up and carefully began to search the walls for a light switch. Almost knocking over the small table, her hand brushed against something soft there and suddenly she was aware of the sweet scent didn't pick up before. She reached in again to carefully pick up a rose from the table. There was a note underneath it. She walked back to the window for some light.
Dear Clarice,
I must admit I enjoy watching you sleep. It's a state where you can't do much damage, but it cannot please me for long. So I guess we'll have to talk some other time, because I don't want to want to wake you. I know you must have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid you will have to wonder a little longer, my dear.
H.L.
PS. Oh and you might want to put the rose in some water if you haven't already done so. Ta ta
She slowly lowered the letter and looked around the dark room. Could her still be here? Somewhere behind the shadows… watching her? Clarice resumed her search for the light switch along the wall and finally found it near the bathroom door. Quickly flicking it on, she looked around every corner, noticing that her heart rate went up. Finding the room very empty somehow didn't comfort her, although she breathed out a sigh of relief. She knew that a part of her wanted his there, but she quickly discarded the thought and started filling a glass with water from the sink.
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I would like to thank everyone for their kind reviews of this story – it really means a lot to me. Please keep them coming and I will write more soon:) – Jane S.
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 4: Journey
She was dressed casually waiting her flight. The airport wasn't very busy at that time and she was thankful for the efficient ventilation on the uncomfortably hot day. Clarice looked down at her watch and then up on the board and started towards a platform her plane was to arrive.
Hours later she was standing at the Athens airport, waiting for a cab. After having read the article about the serial killer Lerry Plance several times she snuck out a case file on him from the office and analysed it. Clarice came to the conclusion that she was not going to move any further in her private investigation unless something drastic happened. She figured the man might indeed be still in Athens and a weird feeling told her that Dr Lecter would be close behind. She still pondered at his involvement in all this and why exactly he wanted her here.
As the cab arrived she got in after glancing around. A man, wearing a light white hat stepped out from behind a pillar and resumed watching her as the car drove away. A sly smile crept upon his lips.
Locking the door behind herself, Clarice looked around the hotel room she got. A single bed stood in the middle with a few cupboards around it and a small table. There were two doors on either side; one leading to the bathroom and the other was a wardrobe. She dropped her bags and lay down on the bed for a rest from a long journey. Clarice still wasn't sure what she'd find here but she couldn't go back to her wasted career so soon and the FBI thought it was okay to take a vacation. She closed her eyes and went over everything she knew yet again, trying to determine what she could find from it.
The sun had long set behind the horizon when she woke up. The only light she got was from the full moon outside. Trying to shake off the sleep and get her eyes adjusted to the darkness she got up and carefully began to search the walls for a light switch. Almost knocking over the small table, her hand brushed against something soft there and suddenly she was aware of the sweet scent didn't pick up before. She reached in again to carefully pick up a rose from the table. There was a note underneath it. She walked back to the window for some light.
Dear Clarice,
I must admit I enjoy watching you sleep. It's a state where you can't do much damage, but it cannot please me for long. So I guess we'll have to talk some other time, because I don't want to want to wake you. I know you must have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid you will have to wonder a little longer, my dear.
H.L.
PS. Oh and you might want to put the rose in some water if you haven't already done so. Ta ta
She slowly lowered the letter and looked around the dark room. Could her still be here? Somewhere behind the shadows… watching her? Clarice resumed her search for the light switch along the wall and finally found it near the bathroom door. Quickly flicking it on, she looked around every corner, noticing that her heart rate went up. Finding the room very empty somehow didn't comfort her, although she breathed out a sigh of relief. She knew that a part of her wanted his there, but she quickly discarded the thought and started filling a glass with water from the sink.
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I would like to thank everyone for their kind reviews of this story – it really means a lot to me. Please keep them coming and I will write more soon:) – Jane S.