~Usual disclaimers apply. I didn't write the song in here either LOL. This
is a lot better written. I was in a hurry with the last one, because the
next few chapters are a lot better. Leave it to me to rush to the point.
Thanks for reading this so far! You're all wonderful! Oh, and this is a
LONG chapter, but only because I want to get to Lecter really soon. So bare
with me and read it all the way through! Thanks! C.S.~
Clarice Starling rode in her beat up Mustang. She was beyond mad and didn't know why. Somehow, it was hotter knowing what she'd find, and knowing where she had to go to find it. She hit her steering wheel hard, sinking into the seat. She hated rap, and that's what was on her radio. Or at least, that's what Ardelia Mapp was listening to on her tape player. They'd told her Delia was going with her. A line of the song caught her ear.
"You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer, blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams..."
Clarice looked at the tape player. She growled lowly. Damn right a psychopathic killer… she thought to herself. What a song to hear on the way back to her worst nightmare. Delia turned down the music.
"Clarice, what's wrong with you?"
She didn't respond. Just hit the steering wheel again.
"Dude! Tell me what's up!"
She couldn't. If she did, she'd have to tell her about sleeping with Lecter, and she wasn't prepared for that yet. Although she was sure they'd find out soon enough. They always did.
"Ok, fine." Delia said, and then kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Clarice couldn't have been happier. Ha! That's a laugh! she thought to herself.
They got to the lake house a half hour later. Clarice got out and slammed the door to her car so hard the glass of her window shattered into a million pieces. She didn't show any reaction. Her face had been nothing but calm since she'd woken up and he was gone. She was raging inside, like a river out of control. She walked away from her car, aware of the weird and fear filled faces of the other agents. Clarice cocked her pistol and drew the gun, holding it in both hands firmly. She walked swiftly up to the door and kicked it in. Ahh…What a way to release some anger legally. she said to herself.
"FBI!" she screamed, "COME OUT NOW AND NO ONE WILL HARM YOU! THROW DOWN WHATEVER WEAPONS YOU HAVE!! DO IT NOW!!"
No one was responding. It was cold in there somehow. She walked a little further before the door slammed shut behind her. She jumped and spun around. There was no one there. She turned again, just as quickly.
"COME OUT NOW!!!" she screamed.
She felt the fire raging through her blood. She wasn't in the mood for his mind games. She had something to tell him, and she needed to tell him now.
"DOCTOR LECTER, SHOW YOURSELF NOW!!"
Nothing, only silence. Then a shadow moved, directly in front of her. She aimed swiftly. She saw the glitter of a gun in the shadows. God, she wished she'd worn her bullet proof vest. But like an idiot, she didn't think she'd need it for him. Then, a woman stepped out of the shadows, now visable. Starling's stomach flipped.
"Hello there Clarice. I've heard a lot about you."
Margot Verger. Far worse than her brother, and she was lethal. Margot moved backward, but Clarice stayed rooted to the floor right in front of the door. They'd been looking for her since she'd killed her brother in cold blood. Margot was now in the hall, at least fifty yards away.
"Margot, come with me and you won't get hurt. "
"I'm sorry, but you've interrupted me at something very important. "
"Margot…Listen to me, ok?"
"I was planning your murder."
"Where is Lecter?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Tell me Margot."
"Fuck you."
And then she heard it. The gun went off. She shot in response, just as she had with Evelda Drumgo. Margot went down, and so did Clarice. The shot killed Margot instantly, hitting her right between the eyes. Clarice fell to the floor, her breath catching in her throat as she grabbed her leg. But the wound wasn't at her leg, it was in her lower stomach. Had Margot known? A trickle of blood fell from her mouth.
"No…The baby…" she choked.
She felt pain now. Serious pain that she'd never felt before in her life. The other backup had come in, hearing the shots, but they where too late. Clarice heard Delia from far away, screaming, saying her name, telling her to hang on. She felt herself being lifted and she heard sirens. She fell into a blackness so deep, she didn't think she'd ever want to leave.
Clarice spent the next month in the hospital, getting visits here and there from Delia and some of the other agents. She mostly just stared at the wall and didn't say a word to them. They didn't know she was pregnant, she'd requested it being kept a secret. It wouldn't matter now, anyway. She'd lost the baby. She spent most of her nights crying, wishing she could have told Lecter about the baby before she'd lost it. She knew he hadn't sent Margot to kill her, if he wanted to, he'd do it himself. She didn't even know where to find him, and that's what upset her the most. She was getting out of the hospital today, but even dressed, she laid there. She wasn't in serious condition, but she couldn't go back to work until she was fully recovered. They'd taken the stitches out already, but she knew if she was too active, she'd need them again. Delia walked into the room.
"You ready hun?"
"Yeah…I guess so.." she said, sitting up slowly.
She grabbed the crutches they'd said she'd need to use and put them under her arms, standing to balance herself. She walked fairly quickly considering her current state, especially on crutches, as Delia got her bags.
"I got your mail, too. It's on your table at home."
"Thanks Delia."
"No problem."
As they road home, a song came on the radio, and although she tried to avoid it, her thoughts went right to Lecter. She sang along with the words.
"I took a leaving like I did before. I turned around and I asked for more. And tried not to let him mean a thing, to me. I left my spirit at the chapel door. I sailed around until I lost the war. And you didn't even think to send, a thing. Well I'm alright, alright? I feel alright. I've never been better in my life, yeah. You know the score. Well I'm just fine. I'm fine, I'm feeling fine. A regular sold off valentine yeah. That and nothing more. I hit my head upon your chamber door. And all the marbles rolled on the floor. And all the psychos in the ward, start screaming…Screaming yeah…"
She laughed as she realized the truth. He was making her go crazy. And the crazy part was, that behind that locked door in the back of her mind, she wanted to go crazy. She wanted him to make her crazy. And no matter how much she may fight it, or try to hide it, she thought for a moment she was really in love. She'd been coveting all this time. She hoped Delia didn't notice the big smile on her face.
Clarice Starling rode in her beat up Mustang. She was beyond mad and didn't know why. Somehow, it was hotter knowing what she'd find, and knowing where she had to go to find it. She hit her steering wheel hard, sinking into the seat. She hated rap, and that's what was on her radio. Or at least, that's what Ardelia Mapp was listening to on her tape player. They'd told her Delia was going with her. A line of the song caught her ear.
"You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer, blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams..."
Clarice looked at the tape player. She growled lowly. Damn right a psychopathic killer… she thought to herself. What a song to hear on the way back to her worst nightmare. Delia turned down the music.
"Clarice, what's wrong with you?"
She didn't respond. Just hit the steering wheel again.
"Dude! Tell me what's up!"
She couldn't. If she did, she'd have to tell her about sleeping with Lecter, and she wasn't prepared for that yet. Although she was sure they'd find out soon enough. They always did.
"Ok, fine." Delia said, and then kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Clarice couldn't have been happier. Ha! That's a laugh! she thought to herself.
They got to the lake house a half hour later. Clarice got out and slammed the door to her car so hard the glass of her window shattered into a million pieces. She didn't show any reaction. Her face had been nothing but calm since she'd woken up and he was gone. She was raging inside, like a river out of control. She walked away from her car, aware of the weird and fear filled faces of the other agents. Clarice cocked her pistol and drew the gun, holding it in both hands firmly. She walked swiftly up to the door and kicked it in. Ahh…What a way to release some anger legally. she said to herself.
"FBI!" she screamed, "COME OUT NOW AND NO ONE WILL HARM YOU! THROW DOWN WHATEVER WEAPONS YOU HAVE!! DO IT NOW!!"
No one was responding. It was cold in there somehow. She walked a little further before the door slammed shut behind her. She jumped and spun around. There was no one there. She turned again, just as quickly.
"COME OUT NOW!!!" she screamed.
She felt the fire raging through her blood. She wasn't in the mood for his mind games. She had something to tell him, and she needed to tell him now.
"DOCTOR LECTER, SHOW YOURSELF NOW!!"
Nothing, only silence. Then a shadow moved, directly in front of her. She aimed swiftly. She saw the glitter of a gun in the shadows. God, she wished she'd worn her bullet proof vest. But like an idiot, she didn't think she'd need it for him. Then, a woman stepped out of the shadows, now visable. Starling's stomach flipped.
"Hello there Clarice. I've heard a lot about you."
Margot Verger. Far worse than her brother, and she was lethal. Margot moved backward, but Clarice stayed rooted to the floor right in front of the door. They'd been looking for her since she'd killed her brother in cold blood. Margot was now in the hall, at least fifty yards away.
"Margot, come with me and you won't get hurt. "
"I'm sorry, but you've interrupted me at something very important. "
"Margot…Listen to me, ok?"
"I was planning your murder."
"Where is Lecter?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Tell me Margot."
"Fuck you."
And then she heard it. The gun went off. She shot in response, just as she had with Evelda Drumgo. Margot went down, and so did Clarice. The shot killed Margot instantly, hitting her right between the eyes. Clarice fell to the floor, her breath catching in her throat as she grabbed her leg. But the wound wasn't at her leg, it was in her lower stomach. Had Margot known? A trickle of blood fell from her mouth.
"No…The baby…" she choked.
She felt pain now. Serious pain that she'd never felt before in her life. The other backup had come in, hearing the shots, but they where too late. Clarice heard Delia from far away, screaming, saying her name, telling her to hang on. She felt herself being lifted and she heard sirens. She fell into a blackness so deep, she didn't think she'd ever want to leave.
Clarice spent the next month in the hospital, getting visits here and there from Delia and some of the other agents. She mostly just stared at the wall and didn't say a word to them. They didn't know she was pregnant, she'd requested it being kept a secret. It wouldn't matter now, anyway. She'd lost the baby. She spent most of her nights crying, wishing she could have told Lecter about the baby before she'd lost it. She knew he hadn't sent Margot to kill her, if he wanted to, he'd do it himself. She didn't even know where to find him, and that's what upset her the most. She was getting out of the hospital today, but even dressed, she laid there. She wasn't in serious condition, but she couldn't go back to work until she was fully recovered. They'd taken the stitches out already, but she knew if she was too active, she'd need them again. Delia walked into the room.
"You ready hun?"
"Yeah…I guess so.." she said, sitting up slowly.
She grabbed the crutches they'd said she'd need to use and put them under her arms, standing to balance herself. She walked fairly quickly considering her current state, especially on crutches, as Delia got her bags.
"I got your mail, too. It's on your table at home."
"Thanks Delia."
"No problem."
As they road home, a song came on the radio, and although she tried to avoid it, her thoughts went right to Lecter. She sang along with the words.
"I took a leaving like I did before. I turned around and I asked for more. And tried not to let him mean a thing, to me. I left my spirit at the chapel door. I sailed around until I lost the war. And you didn't even think to send, a thing. Well I'm alright, alright? I feel alright. I've never been better in my life, yeah. You know the score. Well I'm just fine. I'm fine, I'm feeling fine. A regular sold off valentine yeah. That and nothing more. I hit my head upon your chamber door. And all the marbles rolled on the floor. And all the psychos in the ward, start screaming…Screaming yeah…"
She laughed as she realized the truth. He was making her go crazy. And the crazy part was, that behind that locked door in the back of her mind, she wanted to go crazy. She wanted him to make her crazy. And no matter how much she may fight it, or try to hide it, she thought for a moment she was really in love. She'd been coveting all this time. She hoped Delia didn't notice the big smile on her face.