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 10: Hunter
She met the darkening hours with some relief, anticipation and fear perhaps. Tonight would be her chance to catch that killer and then fly back to the US to the safety of her home and have her life back. After insisting that she would be perfectly alright playing the pray, Dr Lecter left with an unfamiliar look on his face. She knew he wasn't pleased with her decision because the outcomes could be dangerous, but he couldn't say no to her. She was the only person who could make him do that.
With a sigh to shake off her strong emotions, she pulled on her dark cap and stepped outside. The cool breeze brushed her skin as she once again walked down the dark streets. Taking in all her surroundings and trying to spot anyone familiar, she made her way back to the square. Once under the shade of trees, she looked around herself, unable to catch sight of anyone there on the unbearably quiet night. Dr Lecter was never late. Did he deliberately leave her here alone to handle this? Or was it all part of the plan?
She thought she saw something dark move between one of the stalls, which sold ice cream during the day. Carefully getting out her gun, she began to creep closer to where she believed her target was headed.
When she was half way there, suddenly she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. It wasn't enough to make her loose consciousness but her legs lost balance and she felt herself lying on the cold ground. Turning on her back to see what was happening she realized her gun had slipped just out of reach and Lerry Plance was grinning wickedly in the darkness above her. The little light that came from the moon hardened his features and suddenly she knew what kind of fright his victims must've felt.
Pinning her legs down with his knees, he started to shake from excitement as he reached inside his coat for a gleaming object. Clarice looked once more towards her gun and feeling the hit to her head wear off, she punched the killer and desperately reached for her gun, crawling along the floor. An enraged growl escaped his lips as he lifted the knife and aimed it directly in her back. Her eyes wanted to close instinctively, as her hand finally grabbed the gun, but she knew it was too late.
Clarice heard her heart beat several times before she turned to see what was happening. The fatal blow never came, because the doctor held an unconscious Lerry Plance with a cloth around his mouth and nose, then letting him fall to the ground. She started getting up as Dr Lecter reached out a hand to her. "That was quite a struggle, my dear," he commented.
"Thank you," she said, now looking down at the man who'd attacked her minutes before. Now it's twice that Dr Lecter saved her life. What did he expect from her?
"I trust you're going back to your beloved FBI now, aren't you, Clarice?" he said in his usual calm tone.
"I have to take him into custody and I expect they'll take me back after this," she answered, her back to him.
"In that case," he paused, "see you around" His voice held a more playful tone at the last statement and she turned to see what he had planned. The whole square was empty. She let her eyes travel back and forth to find any sign of him, but it was useless. She above all knew how fast he could disappear and not be found until he wanted to.
With a sigh she began to handcuff the unconscious man just in case.
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It's not finished yet! Just one more short chapter will bring this story to an end! Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews and for waiting so long for this! So thanks! – 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 10: Hunter
She met the darkening hours with some relief, anticipation and fear perhaps. Tonight would be her chance to catch that killer and then fly back to the US to the safety of her home and have her life back. After insisting that she would be perfectly alright playing the pray, Dr Lecter left with an unfamiliar look on his face. She knew he wasn't pleased with her decision because the outcomes could be dangerous, but he couldn't say no to her. She was the only person who could make him do that.
With a sigh to shake off her strong emotions, she pulled on her dark cap and stepped outside. The cool breeze brushed her skin as she once again walked down the dark streets. Taking in all her surroundings and trying to spot anyone familiar, she made her way back to the square. Once under the shade of trees, she looked around herself, unable to catch sight of anyone there on the unbearably quiet night. Dr Lecter was never late. Did he deliberately leave her here alone to handle this? Or was it all part of the plan?
She thought she saw something dark move between one of the stalls, which sold ice cream during the day. Carefully getting out her gun, she began to creep closer to where she believed her target was headed.
When she was half way there, suddenly she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. It wasn't enough to make her loose consciousness but her legs lost balance and she felt herself lying on the cold ground. Turning on her back to see what was happening she realized her gun had slipped just out of reach and Lerry Plance was grinning wickedly in the darkness above her. The little light that came from the moon hardened his features and suddenly she knew what kind of fright his victims must've felt.
Pinning her legs down with his knees, he started to shake from excitement as he reached inside his coat for a gleaming object. Clarice looked once more towards her gun and feeling the hit to her head wear off, she punched the killer and desperately reached for her gun, crawling along the floor. An enraged growl escaped his lips as he lifted the knife and aimed it directly in her back. Her eyes wanted to close instinctively, as her hand finally grabbed the gun, but she knew it was too late.
Clarice heard her heart beat several times before she turned to see what was happening. The fatal blow never came, because the doctor held an unconscious Lerry Plance with a cloth around his mouth and nose, then letting him fall to the ground. She started getting up as Dr Lecter reached out a hand to her. "That was quite a struggle, my dear," he commented.
"Thank you," she said, now looking down at the man who'd attacked her minutes before. Now it's twice that Dr Lecter saved her life. What did he expect from her?
"I trust you're going back to your beloved FBI now, aren't you, Clarice?" he said in his usual calm tone.
"I have to take him into custody and I expect they'll take me back after this," she answered, her back to him.
"In that case," he paused, "see you around" His voice held a more playful tone at the last statement and she turned to see what he had planned. The whole square was empty. She let her eyes travel back and forth to find any sign of him, but it was useless. She above all knew how fast he could disappear and not be found until he wanted to.
With a sigh she began to handcuff the unconscious man just in case.
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It's not finished yet! Just one more short chapter will bring this story to an end! Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews and for waiting so long for this! So thanks! – Jane:)