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 5: The Walk
Another sleepless night flew by. She didn't want to admit it but she did need help. Nobody else would zap the magic wand for her and give her career back. No, there was always a price for everything. She had wondered many a time what she was doing in the 5-star Athens hotel and what she hoped to gain. May be this was about revenge? She shook her head, quickly discarding the idea. If Dr Lecter took his own hand off instead of hers, he surely wouldn't try to hurt her now. But there was still uneasiness in that memory of the lake house that simply refused to leave her mind.
She picked up a newspaper translated into English, which she bought earlier that morning. "More blood stains Athens' streets" was the day's headline. Lerry Plance had murdered yet again. Her first thought was to put surveillance on the area he strikes but the realization that she was not more than a commoner hit home. Finally she decided to visit the square where it happened, so she could do some observation. It was a hot day outside and she concluded the temperature would increase as it nears midday. Clarice looked through her suitcase to find something suitable. She came across her navy dress. It was intended for daywear and had a neat, stylish look. She must've packed it in by accident. She looked outside seeing several people wear very revealing dresses and she looked back and forth between her jeans and the dress, unable to decide what she wanted – cool or comfortable? She felt heat building on her back from the pajamas and decided that cool was comfortable.
Sunglasses covered her wondering eyes as she observed everything well. Walking up to a bench that would give her view of the whole square, she sat and got her newspaper out but concentrated more on the surroundings than the text. She sat there no more than 10 minutes when her mobile phone rang. "Starling," she answered.
"A lovely day isn't it Clarice?" Dr Lecter's unmistakable voice greeted her.
She immediately looked around for any sign of him but couldn't spot anything in the crowds. "Dr Lecter," she replied, her senses suddenly much sharper.
"I thought to begin with we might take a little walk and you tell me how the FBI treated you while I've been away…" he went on.
"Why did you call me here?" she asked him back, as she got up and started paying more attention to the crowds of people, knowing that he easily could be once of them.
He chuckled at this, "Thought you might enjoy a little vacation, Clarice, though I'd hardly call it relaxing. Do you lay awake every night wondering what you'll do the next day? When all the future you worked so long to build ended up in shatters, did you regret it or welcome the relief, that you finally got free from their grasp…" she listened to him speak and found herself not completely sure about the answers. She sometimes wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself. "But you're not ready to let go just yet," he continued, "first you would have to prove to them that you can get back in their circle, that you do not depend on them…"
It made her feel vulnerable to him when he laid her life out in front of her like a pack of playing cards. Clarice sometimes wondered if a human being could actually be that good at reading people. "You must have some information about Lerry Plance, otherwise you wouldn't have called me here," she told him.
"Information comes with a price, Clarice, as I'm sure you must be familiar by now…" he answered, his voice flowing in that calm rhythm through her ears.
"What else could I tell you that you don't know already?" she asked, remembering what he wanted last time she needed information on a serial killer.
"Ah, ah, no it's not quite information I want form you, Clarice. You see the last few months were a little, shall we say inactive, which I think accounts for you as well. So I thought I could solve both our problems. You see I'm quite eager to see what you will do once you get your place in the FBI back.
You see the little market on the left of you?"
"Yes," she replied shortly and started walking towards the market.
"Oh and by the way, Clarice," he paused admiring her, "love the dress"
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around once more knowing he must be somewhere near by watching her. She thought she saw a glimpse of him behind one of the stalls but the very next second it was gone. She hurried faster towards the market, trying to see him in the crowd. "Dr. Lecter?"
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Ok, because my muse was extra happy for some reason, I wrote a little more than usual for this chapter:) Please tell me – was the dialogue okay? Because that's my weak point. And thank you again for the lovely reviews you gave me in the past:) - Jane
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 5: The Walk
Another sleepless night flew by. She didn't want to admit it but she did need help. Nobody else would zap the magic wand for her and give her career back. No, there was always a price for everything. She had wondered many a time what she was doing in the 5-star Athens hotel and what she hoped to gain. May be this was about revenge? She shook her head, quickly discarding the idea. If Dr Lecter took his own hand off instead of hers, he surely wouldn't try to hurt her now. But there was still uneasiness in that memory of the lake house that simply refused to leave her mind.
She picked up a newspaper translated into English, which she bought earlier that morning. "More blood stains Athens' streets" was the day's headline. Lerry Plance had murdered yet again. Her first thought was to put surveillance on the area he strikes but the realization that she was not more than a commoner hit home. Finally she decided to visit the square where it happened, so she could do some observation. It was a hot day outside and she concluded the temperature would increase as it nears midday. Clarice looked through her suitcase to find something suitable. She came across her navy dress. It was intended for daywear and had a neat, stylish look. She must've packed it in by accident. She looked outside seeing several people wear very revealing dresses and she looked back and forth between her jeans and the dress, unable to decide what she wanted – cool or comfortable? She felt heat building on her back from the pajamas and decided that cool was comfortable.
Sunglasses covered her wondering eyes as she observed everything well. Walking up to a bench that would give her view of the whole square, she sat and got her newspaper out but concentrated more on the surroundings than the text. She sat there no more than 10 minutes when her mobile phone rang. "Starling," she answered.
"A lovely day isn't it Clarice?" Dr Lecter's unmistakable voice greeted her.
She immediately looked around for any sign of him but couldn't spot anything in the crowds. "Dr Lecter," she replied, her senses suddenly much sharper.
"I thought to begin with we might take a little walk and you tell me how the FBI treated you while I've been away…" he went on.
"Why did you call me here?" she asked him back, as she got up and started paying more attention to the crowds of people, knowing that he easily could be once of them.
He chuckled at this, "Thought you might enjoy a little vacation, Clarice, though I'd hardly call it relaxing. Do you lay awake every night wondering what you'll do the next day? When all the future you worked so long to build ended up in shatters, did you regret it or welcome the relief, that you finally got free from their grasp…" she listened to him speak and found herself not completely sure about the answers. She sometimes wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself. "But you're not ready to let go just yet," he continued, "first you would have to prove to them that you can get back in their circle, that you do not depend on them…"
It made her feel vulnerable to him when he laid her life out in front of her like a pack of playing cards. Clarice sometimes wondered if a human being could actually be that good at reading people. "You must have some information about Lerry Plance, otherwise you wouldn't have called me here," she told him.
"Information comes with a price, Clarice, as I'm sure you must be familiar by now…" he answered, his voice flowing in that calm rhythm through her ears.
"What else could I tell you that you don't know already?" she asked, remembering what he wanted last time she needed information on a serial killer.
"Ah, ah, no it's not quite information I want form you, Clarice. You see the last few months were a little, shall we say inactive, which I think accounts for you as well. So I thought I could solve both our problems. You see I'm quite eager to see what you will do once you get your place in the FBI back.
You see the little market on the left of you?"
"Yes," she replied shortly and started walking towards the market.
"Oh and by the way, Clarice," he paused admiring her, "love the dress"
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around once more knowing he must be somewhere near by watching her. She thought she saw a glimpse of him behind one of the stalls but the very next second it was gone. She hurried faster towards the market, trying to see him in the crowd. "Dr. Lecter?"
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Ok, because my muse was extra happy for some reason, I wrote a little more than usual for this chapter:) Please tell me – was the dialogue okay? Because that's my weak point. And thank you again for the lovely reviews you gave me in the past:) - Jane