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 7: Meeting
Dressed in her light and comfortable dark-grey trousers and a black t- shirt, Clarice walked down the darkening street. The warm air still hang from the sunset, which faded a few hours back. She wore a short, light jacket to conceal the gun she always kept at her waist, just in case. She turned a few corners and walked down a few narrow streets until she finally stood in the exact same spot she had that day. Only the man she came there to meet was nowhere in sight. She sighed, not enjoying the fact that she'll have to wait.
"Good evening, Clarice," came his even voice from behind her. Dr Lecter was seated on a bench next to a dark wall, his eyes carefully looking her over. She couldn't see much in the shadows, but there was no mistake that the metallic voice, which still rang in her ears, was his.
"Good evening, " she answered. He got up and slowly started walking down the narrowing alley. She followed him, after checking all dark corners for any sign of people.
"I suppose you will ask me about the man we're tracking so I'll skip the foreplay," he paused, "for now". A slight grin covered his face and then it dissolved back into a serious expression. "If you're wondering, yes, it's true I ate his wife – only because she was very rude to me in a restaurant where she worked as a waitress. I thought it was a rather fitting end" Clarice looked down – she couldn't support him in such a crime, but knew that even though he killed so many in his own way, he had reason behind it. Dr Lecter took an unexpected turn into a notch between two houses, with Clarice close behind. They came out on a parallel street and walked down, until they got to the same square they had visited during the day.
"What now?" Clarice asked keeping herself concealed by the shadows.
"We wait," he explained, his voice remaining even and calm.
"The other murders were all in different places," she looked up at him.
"Yes, but don't mistake a killer's mind once he grows accustomed to his work, Clarice, " Dr Lecter told her, his eyes intently tracing the whole square for any movement, "Now that he has, he'll start becoming braver before his skill matches, that's why this is the time to catch him"
She kept silent taking all the information in. It still amazed her sometimes how much he could know about people… how much he knew about her inner feelings. He must have every part of her mind traced out by now. But she didn't seem to bore him, so there must be something he didn't know already.
Suddenly, a dark stocky figure appeared from between the trees at one end of the square. Then Clarice lost sight of him and was about to go in search of him, when Dr Lecter held her in place, his strong hold around her waist. "You will not achieve anything, by giving yourself away, Clarice," he whispered huskily into her ear.
Another figure emerged in their view. By the quick pace of stiletto heels, it was easy to tell her to be a woman. Dr Lecter saw another small movement, this time from the shadows, where he suspected the killer hid. The woman was heading in the direction where it would be easy to kill her. Clarice struggled against the doctor's hold.
Loud noises and bad excuses for singing pierced the air. A gang of drunks returning from the local bar scared the killer away and they just caught sight of his fleeting figure. Clarice turned to face Dr Lecter. "Why did you stop me?"
"You wouldn't have been quick enough to get him now. It is far better to wait another day. He is sure to strike tomorrow," he paused, watching anger cooling from her face. She turned to leave, knowing there was nothing more to be gained by staining alone with Hannibal on a dark night.
"Oh and Clarice," he called, making her turn to him once more, "are you doing this purely to get back into the FBI?"
"Yes," she tried to make herself sound confident, but knew that he could see right through her.
"Oh," he looked amused, as he came closer. She wanted to get away from his piercing eyes, but couldn't appear weak, so she held her ground. When he was just inches away from her he asked, "What are you afraid of Clarice?"
She stood in silence for a couple of moments and he continued for her, "Afraid the kitchen incident would repeat itself?"
"Wouldn't want you to take your hand off again," she tried to cover it up, hoping he'll drop the subject, but his even gaze still held her in place.
"I'm touched," he said amused, "but it's what happened before that… the kiss, Clarice"
His deep voice flowed through her and she swallowed. "What about it?"
"You seemed to enjoy it, Clarice" he paused, studying her face, "an inner battle between your head and your heart?" She was thankful for the dark, because she was sure her face must be scarlet by now. "Let me help you end it," he said, as his lips touched hers. He could feel her pulse rise and couldn't help noticing his heart joining in the race. He slowly pulled away when the kiss ended.
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Sorry for the little delay… this chapter is slightly longer and I hope I can write the next one soon! I wanted to thank everyone for reviewing my story! It's because of your kind words I decided to continue! Usually my stories never get finished, so thanks for the encouragement – it's really appreciated! – 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 7: Meeting
Dressed in her light and comfortable dark-grey trousers and a black t- shirt, Clarice walked down the darkening street. The warm air still hang from the sunset, which faded a few hours back. She wore a short, light jacket to conceal the gun she always kept at her waist, just in case. She turned a few corners and walked down a few narrow streets until she finally stood in the exact same spot she had that day. Only the man she came there to meet was nowhere in sight. She sighed, not enjoying the fact that she'll have to wait.
"Good evening, Clarice," came his even voice from behind her. Dr Lecter was seated on a bench next to a dark wall, his eyes carefully looking her over. She couldn't see much in the shadows, but there was no mistake that the metallic voice, which still rang in her ears, was his.
"Good evening, " she answered. He got up and slowly started walking down the narrowing alley. She followed him, after checking all dark corners for any sign of people.
"I suppose you will ask me about the man we're tracking so I'll skip the foreplay," he paused, "for now". A slight grin covered his face and then it dissolved back into a serious expression. "If you're wondering, yes, it's true I ate his wife – only because she was very rude to me in a restaurant where she worked as a waitress. I thought it was a rather fitting end" Clarice looked down – she couldn't support him in such a crime, but knew that even though he killed so many in his own way, he had reason behind it. Dr Lecter took an unexpected turn into a notch between two houses, with Clarice close behind. They came out on a parallel street and walked down, until they got to the same square they had visited during the day.
"What now?" Clarice asked keeping herself concealed by the shadows.
"We wait," he explained, his voice remaining even and calm.
"The other murders were all in different places," she looked up at him.
"Yes, but don't mistake a killer's mind once he grows accustomed to his work, Clarice, " Dr Lecter told her, his eyes intently tracing the whole square for any movement, "Now that he has, he'll start becoming braver before his skill matches, that's why this is the time to catch him"
She kept silent taking all the information in. It still amazed her sometimes how much he could know about people… how much he knew about her inner feelings. He must have every part of her mind traced out by now. But she didn't seem to bore him, so there must be something he didn't know already.
Suddenly, a dark stocky figure appeared from between the trees at one end of the square. Then Clarice lost sight of him and was about to go in search of him, when Dr Lecter held her in place, his strong hold around her waist. "You will not achieve anything, by giving yourself away, Clarice," he whispered huskily into her ear.
Another figure emerged in their view. By the quick pace of stiletto heels, it was easy to tell her to be a woman. Dr Lecter saw another small movement, this time from the shadows, where he suspected the killer hid. The woman was heading in the direction where it would be easy to kill her. Clarice struggled against the doctor's hold.
Loud noises and bad excuses for singing pierced the air. A gang of drunks returning from the local bar scared the killer away and they just caught sight of his fleeting figure. Clarice turned to face Dr Lecter. "Why did you stop me?"
"You wouldn't have been quick enough to get him now. It is far better to wait another day. He is sure to strike tomorrow," he paused, watching anger cooling from her face. She turned to leave, knowing there was nothing more to be gained by staining alone with Hannibal on a dark night.
"Oh and Clarice," he called, making her turn to him once more, "are you doing this purely to get back into the FBI?"
"Yes," she tried to make herself sound confident, but knew that he could see right through her.
"Oh," he looked amused, as he came closer. She wanted to get away from his piercing eyes, but couldn't appear weak, so she held her ground. When he was just inches away from her he asked, "What are you afraid of Clarice?"
She stood in silence for a couple of moments and he continued for her, "Afraid the kitchen incident would repeat itself?"
"Wouldn't want you to take your hand off again," she tried to cover it up, hoping he'll drop the subject, but his even gaze still held her in place.
"I'm touched," he said amused, "but it's what happened before that… the kiss, Clarice"
His deep voice flowed through her and she swallowed. "What about it?"
"You seemed to enjoy it, Clarice" he paused, studying her face, "an inner battle between your head and your heart?" She was thankful for the dark, because she was sure her face must be scarlet by now. "Let me help you end it," he said, as his lips touched hers. He could feel her pulse rise and couldn't help noticing his heart joining in the race. He slowly pulled away when the kiss ended.
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Sorry for the little delay… this chapter is slightly longer and I hope I can write the next one soon! I wanted to thank everyone for reviewing my story! It's because of your kind words I decided to continue! Usually my stories never get finished, so thanks for the encouragement – it's really appreciated! – Jane:)