Doctor Lecter looked over the occupants of the now crowded (and rather noisy) terminal with the eyes of a hunter. He seeked out his prey carefully , and saw it lingering in the protection of a woman and her aged "husband" by a pole. He watched them carefully for a moment , and noticed that both were reasonably older then him , and he appeared to be maybe in his college years , but what amused him most was that the woman had her hand stuffed in her purse rather suggestively.
Hannibal smiled as a family or noisy kids and griping parents passed in front of his vision. When they cleared , he saw the security guard around the corner eyeing her suspiciously. Oh no , It just wouldn't do if someone else caught this brigade. But maybe...Yes...that would work...
With inumerate grace , like that of a pickpocket out for a good run , Hannibal slipped away from the wall and dropped his harpy back up to the inner cuff of his sleeve. He stalked over towards the pole , and carefully turned away from it so that the cluster would not spot him. They appeared to be completely oblivious to any of the individuals around them , seeking for Lecter.
'Well,' he thought 'Very observant , yes?'
He turned a few metres later , and curled around in the half circle to briefly brush against the back of the woman. She was tense , he would think minutes later , of her reaction. She whipped around , jumping into the air , and spaztically yanking the gun from her bag to point it shakingly at...noone.
The man at her side noticed this and hissed at her to put it away very worriedly.She ignored and turned it from side to side , not even noticing the gasps and shouts of surprise from already worried passengers and the security guard that immediately slammed her against the pole.
The gun fell from her hand , and Jeffrey ducked away into a crowd of onlookers as the man grabbed for it and turned it on to an approaching security guard. Jeffrey watched out in shock , anger flitting across his face as he turned and dashed out of the terminal as others began to flee as well. His feet hit the carpet dully , and he turned into a telephone room soon enough.
Here , Jeffrey fell into one of the metal covered booths and caught his breath , before reaching for the telephone with a shaking hand.
"Oh crap...oh crap..." He muttered to himself , grasping the receiver and balancing it on his shoulder.
He repeated this mantra as he fished through his wallet , noting the sirens of the official golf carts racing towards his former terminal. Retreiving an unmarked phone card , he dialed in a few numbers before stopping suddenly.
A foul stench curled into his nostrils...rank and damp...It filled his senses with the sensation of calm , surprising , and he untensed. His arm relaxed , and Jeffrey placed the telephone back on it's hook. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"No...contacting them wouldn't help...I'll just...escape , yes"
Jeffrey , a new confident smile over his lips , raised from the seat and stepped out of his booth. He walked down the inverted walkway , towards the glass walls seperating the telephones from the hallway , when a heavy...something hit the back of his head. He crumpled to the floor , falling heavily , and the last thing he knew was the continual scream of emergency tones and two strong arms lifting his upper body from the floor...
Hannibal Lecter whistled pleasently as he walked , the large bag behind him wheeling along without protest. He walked back into his former terminal and knocked lightly on the doorway of the closet. Nothing happenned , and he smiled.
"Girls ," he called softly , leaning in to the door. The commotion was over now in the terminal , it had ended about fifteen minutes ago. The two had been arrested , and Jeffrey Bronsen was...well , a bit tied up at the moment. Or packed up , actually.
The closet door opened slowly and first slipped out Clarice , followed by Athena who was looking rather annoyed. Hannibal smiled at his small posse , and gestured to the bag behind him.
"Alright , Clarice?Athena? I took the liberty of aquiring us the luggage , now we can leave, I bealive. The rental is waiting outside."
Clarice grimmaced , just imagining what was inside that bag , and Athena stare at him for a moment.
"Doctor..." she began uncertainly,but he cut her off.
"Never ask , Athena , it spoils the surprise."
It was only a few hours later when they had finally arrived and settled down into their flatt. It was just over-looking the Thames and the Tower Bridge , and was quite roomy compared to what else they had to choose from. Hannibal had an upright piano , not his favourite but it would have to do, in the parlour , and a master bedroom accompanied him and his Clarice. Perfection , he noted , in the absence of Florence.
So it was when they had gotten calmed , that finally the questions struck.
Hannibal stood in the doorway of their bedroom , watching Clarice fumble through the clothing that had been placed in their closet days earlier by a young man who had come to fix up the apartments. She backed out of the walk in closet holding a sun type of dress , an odd look over her face , and turned to look up to Hannibal.
She held his gaze momentarily , and he walked further inside , his smile dulling.
"Are you okay , Clarice? Are you unhappy with our arrangements?" Hannibal pressed , moving to her side to hold her shoulder with a soft hand. She smiled lightly.
"No, just looking...Hannibal. I wanted to change , you see..." Clarice's voice trailed away momentarily , and she then regained it. "This place is beautiful , thank you."
"My pleasure." He replied "Do you honestly think we would of stayed in a run down shack? Always in view of at least one historical monument , my guarantee."
Hannibal smiled and Clarice followed suit , nodding slightly.
"Yes , I'm not complaining."
They stood for a moment , neither moving from the other's gaze until Clarice slid her eyes over to the other side of the room towards the bathroom door , and looked back to him with a questionable tilt of her head towards the door.
"Excuse me for a moment?"
He nodded "Un momente only , Clarice."
She smiled and turned to walk off towards it , flicking on the switch and stepping inside lightly. In the meantime , Hannibal looked towards the bag that still sat by their closet with an appreciating look in his eyes.
"Thank you , Clarice." He muttered , glad she had not opened it. Hannibal swept over and, with a careful hand , lifted it up and drag it out of the room. He pulled it down the hallway and down the stairs , noting the sickening thumps of the body as it hit each step with a morbid humour.
"That's what you get , Jeffy."
Hannibal lifted the bag as he passed Athena's room , and from what he could see she was planted in front of the window , entranced , so there was no need for worry yet.
He carried it into the dining room where he set it on the table , and dissapeared inside the small kitchen to retrieve a few steak knives before returning. Hannibal lay them next to the bag and threw a tea towel over them before unzipping the top of the bag quietly.
Inside , he could see the face of Jeffrey Bronsen , eyes closed and faced up at him with a calm look over his features. The already pale skin looked even paler now , and Lecter smiled as he checked his pulse to find it steady.
"Excellent," He muttered to the silent room , turning and dissapearing up the stairs once again in pursuit of Clarice.
But it was only a few minutes later that the body stirred , and emmited a soft groan from it's lips. Jeffrey sat up slowly , falling back once more before rising fully to stare around him in horror. He pried his legs from inside the bag as he looked around , eyes searching over everything. He spotted the steak knives , and jumped immediately. His booted foot banged against the table's top , and Jeffrey cursed under her breath.
He looked around for any by-standers , and was surprised to see the door of Athena's bedroom open. She called out from inside ,
"Doctor Lecter?" quietly and appeared in the doorway. It took her just a second to spot Jeffrey , who stare back at her with the surprise and horror that matched her own.
Hannibal smiled as a family or noisy kids and griping parents passed in front of his vision. When they cleared , he saw the security guard around the corner eyeing her suspiciously. Oh no , It just wouldn't do if someone else caught this brigade. But maybe...Yes...that would work...
With inumerate grace , like that of a pickpocket out for a good run , Hannibal slipped away from the wall and dropped his harpy back up to the inner cuff of his sleeve. He stalked over towards the pole , and carefully turned away from it so that the cluster would not spot him. They appeared to be completely oblivious to any of the individuals around them , seeking for Lecter.
'Well,' he thought 'Very observant , yes?'
He turned a few metres later , and curled around in the half circle to briefly brush against the back of the woman. She was tense , he would think minutes later , of her reaction. She whipped around , jumping into the air , and spaztically yanking the gun from her bag to point it shakingly at...noone.
The man at her side noticed this and hissed at her to put it away very worriedly.She ignored and turned it from side to side , not even noticing the gasps and shouts of surprise from already worried passengers and the security guard that immediately slammed her against the pole.
The gun fell from her hand , and Jeffrey ducked away into a crowd of onlookers as the man grabbed for it and turned it on to an approaching security guard. Jeffrey watched out in shock , anger flitting across his face as he turned and dashed out of the terminal as others began to flee as well. His feet hit the carpet dully , and he turned into a telephone room soon enough.
Here , Jeffrey fell into one of the metal covered booths and caught his breath , before reaching for the telephone with a shaking hand.
"Oh crap...oh crap..." He muttered to himself , grasping the receiver and balancing it on his shoulder.
He repeated this mantra as he fished through his wallet , noting the sirens of the official golf carts racing towards his former terminal. Retreiving an unmarked phone card , he dialed in a few numbers before stopping suddenly.
A foul stench curled into his nostrils...rank and damp...It filled his senses with the sensation of calm , surprising , and he untensed. His arm relaxed , and Jeffrey placed the telephone back on it's hook. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"No...contacting them wouldn't help...I'll just...escape , yes"
Jeffrey , a new confident smile over his lips , raised from the seat and stepped out of his booth. He walked down the inverted walkway , towards the glass walls seperating the telephones from the hallway , when a heavy...something hit the back of his head. He crumpled to the floor , falling heavily , and the last thing he knew was the continual scream of emergency tones and two strong arms lifting his upper body from the floor...
Hannibal Lecter whistled pleasently as he walked , the large bag behind him wheeling along without protest. He walked back into his former terminal and knocked lightly on the doorway of the closet. Nothing happenned , and he smiled.
"Girls ," he called softly , leaning in to the door. The commotion was over now in the terminal , it had ended about fifteen minutes ago. The two had been arrested , and Jeffrey Bronsen was...well , a bit tied up at the moment. Or packed up , actually.
The closet door opened slowly and first slipped out Clarice , followed by Athena who was looking rather annoyed. Hannibal smiled at his small posse , and gestured to the bag behind him.
"Alright , Clarice?Athena? I took the liberty of aquiring us the luggage , now we can leave, I bealive. The rental is waiting outside."
Clarice grimmaced , just imagining what was inside that bag , and Athena stare at him for a moment.
"Doctor..." she began uncertainly,but he cut her off.
"Never ask , Athena , it spoils the surprise."
It was only a few hours later when they had finally arrived and settled down into their flatt. It was just over-looking the Thames and the Tower Bridge , and was quite roomy compared to what else they had to choose from. Hannibal had an upright piano , not his favourite but it would have to do, in the parlour , and a master bedroom accompanied him and his Clarice. Perfection , he noted , in the absence of Florence.
So it was when they had gotten calmed , that finally the questions struck.
Hannibal stood in the doorway of their bedroom , watching Clarice fumble through the clothing that had been placed in their closet days earlier by a young man who had come to fix up the apartments. She backed out of the walk in closet holding a sun type of dress , an odd look over her face , and turned to look up to Hannibal.
She held his gaze momentarily , and he walked further inside , his smile dulling.
"Are you okay , Clarice? Are you unhappy with our arrangements?" Hannibal pressed , moving to her side to hold her shoulder with a soft hand. She smiled lightly.
"No, just looking...Hannibal. I wanted to change , you see..." Clarice's voice trailed away momentarily , and she then regained it. "This place is beautiful , thank you."
"My pleasure." He replied "Do you honestly think we would of stayed in a run down shack? Always in view of at least one historical monument , my guarantee."
Hannibal smiled and Clarice followed suit , nodding slightly.
"Yes , I'm not complaining."
They stood for a moment , neither moving from the other's gaze until Clarice slid her eyes over to the other side of the room towards the bathroom door , and looked back to him with a questionable tilt of her head towards the door.
"Excuse me for a moment?"
He nodded "Un momente only , Clarice."
She smiled and turned to walk off towards it , flicking on the switch and stepping inside lightly. In the meantime , Hannibal looked towards the bag that still sat by their closet with an appreciating look in his eyes.
"Thank you , Clarice." He muttered , glad she had not opened it. Hannibal swept over and, with a careful hand , lifted it up and drag it out of the room. He pulled it down the hallway and down the stairs , noting the sickening thumps of the body as it hit each step with a morbid humour.
"That's what you get , Jeffy."
Hannibal lifted the bag as he passed Athena's room , and from what he could see she was planted in front of the window , entranced , so there was no need for worry yet.
He carried it into the dining room where he set it on the table , and dissapeared inside the small kitchen to retrieve a few steak knives before returning. Hannibal lay them next to the bag and threw a tea towel over them before unzipping the top of the bag quietly.
Inside , he could see the face of Jeffrey Bronsen , eyes closed and faced up at him with a calm look over his features. The already pale skin looked even paler now , and Lecter smiled as he checked his pulse to find it steady.
"Excellent," He muttered to the silent room , turning and dissapearing up the stairs once again in pursuit of Clarice.
But it was only a few minutes later that the body stirred , and emmited a soft groan from it's lips. Jeffrey sat up slowly , falling back once more before rising fully to stare around him in horror. He pried his legs from inside the bag as he looked around , eyes searching over everything. He spotted the steak knives , and jumped immediately. His booted foot banged against the table's top , and Jeffrey cursed under her breath.
He looked around for any by-standers , and was surprised to see the door of Athena's bedroom open. She called out from inside ,
"Doctor Lecter?" quietly and appeared in the doorway. It took her just a second to spot Jeffrey , who stare back at her with the surprise and horror that matched her own.