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 8: Thinking Over
Dropping her small bag on the floor of her hotel room, Clarice locked the door behind her and sat on the small bed. A million thoughts rushed through her head. Should she go back the following night? Would it go further? She even considered packing her bags and going home, but something kept her where she was. As much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her wanted to stay and go back to that square with him and continue… She mentally slapped herself for thinking like that.
Her mind simply refused to shut down and she had another sleepless night. She tried to decide if what he said before was true, but dropped it every time she got near the answer. It was true – she was afraid. She thought she didn't really fear anything now. Clarice hated him for always being right. And at the same time it was strangely comforting. Split feelings – he was right yet again.
The battle in her head raged on for what seemed like forever and she didn't feel herself drift into a dream. A bright ray of the sun reached her sleeping face and she was forced to wake. Looking around at the clock she realized it was already near midday. Sleepily trying to get dressed, her thoughts once again drifted to the night before.
His voice, his eyes, both refused to leave her alone that day. No matter what she did she couldn't quite escape it. The bright sun warmed her from her window and as she looked outside, she was overcome with an irresistible desire to go out.
She decided to go and explore the place, because soon she'd have to go back home. Something glimmering caught her eye and she went around the trees and shops to get a better view. She stopped as the golden sand touched her feet and took her sandals off, heading closer to the glimmering sea. The bright day brought out the most beautiful sight.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar figure. 'Dr Lecter…' she said in her mind. He was facing towards the sea, so may be he wouldn't notice if…
"Hello Clarice," his voice stopped her from going back. Of course he already knew she was here. Clarice turned back to face him. "Please, have a sit," he said without turning around. She came over and sat casually next to him.
"Did you want something doctor?" she thought of something to say.
"Only the pleasure of your company," he smiled, "but you do look nervous… I assure you, the police don't waste sunny days looking for criminals on beaches" He paused looking back towards the sea, "which is why it is such a good place to hide"
She followed his gaze to realized that he was actually looking at a man walking along the shore and not the blue waters. On closer inspection, something about him looked familiar.
"Is he…" she turned to look at Dr. Lecter.
"Yes, the man we're tracking," he paused, reaching for a glass of white wine from a little table next to him. Her hand instinctively started reaching for her gun. "Sit still, Clarice, I'm rather enjoying this little detective game," he said, "he only strikes at night. If we observe him now, it'll be easier to track him in a few hours"
She tried to relax back down, but her muscles felt tense and left her little concentration on the killer. Their target went off the beach and started down the road.
"Perhaps you would like to join me for a quick dinner, Clarice," Dr Lecter suggested, reaching out a hand and lifting her out of the low chair.
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Sorry it took me so long with this chapter, but I was awfully busy these past few days. I'll try to deliver the next parts sooner. Again thanks for all the encouragement! I needed it! – 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 8: Thinking Over
Dropping her small bag on the floor of her hotel room, Clarice locked the door behind her and sat on the small bed. A million thoughts rushed through her head. Should she go back the following night? Would it go further? She even considered packing her bags and going home, but something kept her where she was. As much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her wanted to stay and go back to that square with him and continue… She mentally slapped herself for thinking like that.
Her mind simply refused to shut down and she had another sleepless night. She tried to decide if what he said before was true, but dropped it every time she got near the answer. It was true – she was afraid. She thought she didn't really fear anything now. Clarice hated him for always being right. And at the same time it was strangely comforting. Split feelings – he was right yet again.
The battle in her head raged on for what seemed like forever and she didn't feel herself drift into a dream. A bright ray of the sun reached her sleeping face and she was forced to wake. Looking around at the clock she realized it was already near midday. Sleepily trying to get dressed, her thoughts once again drifted to the night before.
His voice, his eyes, both refused to leave her alone that day. No matter what she did she couldn't quite escape it. The bright sun warmed her from her window and as she looked outside, she was overcome with an irresistible desire to go out.
She decided to go and explore the place, because soon she'd have to go back home. Something glimmering caught her eye and she went around the trees and shops to get a better view. She stopped as the golden sand touched her feet and took her sandals off, heading closer to the glimmering sea. The bright day brought out the most beautiful sight.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar figure. 'Dr Lecter…' she said in her mind. He was facing towards the sea, so may be he wouldn't notice if…
"Hello Clarice," his voice stopped her from going back. Of course he already knew she was here. Clarice turned back to face him. "Please, have a sit," he said without turning around. She came over and sat casually next to him.
"Did you want something doctor?" she thought of something to say.
"Only the pleasure of your company," he smiled, "but you do look nervous… I assure you, the police don't waste sunny days looking for criminals on beaches" He paused looking back towards the sea, "which is why it is such a good place to hide"
She followed his gaze to realized that he was actually looking at a man walking along the shore and not the blue waters. On closer inspection, something about him looked familiar.
"Is he…" she turned to look at Dr. Lecter.
"Yes, the man we're tracking," he paused, reaching for a glass of white wine from a little table next to him. Her hand instinctively started reaching for her gun. "Sit still, Clarice, I'm rather enjoying this little detective game," he said, "he only strikes at night. If we observe him now, it'll be easier to track him in a few hours"
She tried to relax back down, but her muscles felt tense and left her little concentration on the killer. Their target went off the beach and started down the road.
"Perhaps you would like to join me for a quick dinner, Clarice," Dr Lecter suggested, reaching out a hand and lifting her out of the low chair.
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Sorry it took me so long with this chapter, but I was awfully busy these past few days. I'll try to deliver the next parts sooner. Again thanks for all the encouragement! I needed it! – Jane:)