~Usual disclaimers apply. C.S.~
(LATER THAT NIGHT.)
Clarice Starling had had enough. She'd decided to take some sleeping pills. She needed to rest, after all, and couldn't do so on her own. She would regret this in the morning.
Clarice rolled over violently in bed. The little beads of sweat that had formed on her face and body where now full out drops, slipping down her sticky skin and soaking her gray night shirt and gray shorts. Her hair was matted down to her head, the sweat making it dark around her hair and neck line. She thrashed out her arms, her hands making fists, grabbing nothing but the hot night air. She kicked rapidly, the thin sheet she'd used as a cover falling to the floor. Her breath came in short hitches, fast and desperate. She looked as if she'd been running for hours on end. Her skin was very pale, and she looked like a disturbed ghost in its grave. Her eyes moved quickly under their closed lids, tears flowing non stop from under them.
Running…Seeing Hannibal, trying to run to him…She can't get to him as she sees an agent, Delia, raise her gun. She screamed.
This scream is vocalized through her rapid nightmare and into the darkness of her bedroom. She punches at the air, and flips herself over once more.
She sees Delia fire, Hannibal falling in slow motion. She falls, landing on his body. She is covered in blood. She hears screaming, at first human. Then, the screaming of the lambs. Millions of them, all dead, surrounding her, their blood soaking through her. She is screaming, Hannibal is fading. He is asking her why she didn't save him. Telling her she doesn't love him. The lambs screams grow louder and louder as do hers.
She is screaming.
"NO! NO!"
She hears his voice telling her to wake up, telling her it's ok. She thrashes out and grabs hold of him, gripping him and holding on for dear life. He is right next to her in bed, yet she feels no arms around her. No voice, no comforting warmth of his body. She is awake now, holding onto him. She is so afraid to open her eyes. Why isn't he warm? Her eyes fling open. She is gripping onto her body pillow, not the body of her lover. She cries an utter sound of disappointment and relief. She slams her fist into the pillow. She still feels quite sleepy. Her vision is blurry, and she feels dizzy. She swings her feet over the edge of the bed, and stands. Her legs shake and she sways a little before waking up totally. She stood in shock as she stared at the chair across from her bed. She forced herself to speak.
"Hannibal!"
"Shhh, Clarice…We wouldn't want your friend Miss Mapp to come over, would we?"
She shook her head before asking the question.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't think I could stay away long, did you? What other reason might I have for not contacting you?"
She nodded. He was right, as usual. She finally found herself and almost charged at him, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. After a moment, he pulled back, laughing a little.
"I see you've recovered since-"
His eyebrows raised as she silenced him by kissing him again. After a couple minutes, it was she who pulled back.
"I thought you where dead…" she said breathlessly into his lips.
He put his arms around her waist, and did something Clarice had least expected. He lifted her up, and sat her on the bed. Her heart was already pounding from the scenerio she had imagined. What she got was the opposite, which only made her heart pound even more. He kneeled before her, and her eyes widened as she realized he was on one knee. He took from his pocket a small box, and opened it to reveal a rather large diamond ring, which she didn't have to ask about being real.
"My dear Clarice…Will you marry me?"
Clarice felt the tears before she knew they where coming. She nodded her head quickly.
"Yes…Yes!"
Her hand shook as he took it in his, sliding the ring on her finger. She took him in her arms, and her into his. That's when they heard the front door swing open.
"Clarice! You here?! "
Oh FUCK!
Clarice pulled back quickly, almost in a panic.
"Delia…"
(LATER THAT NIGHT.)
Clarice Starling had had enough. She'd decided to take some sleeping pills. She needed to rest, after all, and couldn't do so on her own. She would regret this in the morning.
Clarice rolled over violently in bed. The little beads of sweat that had formed on her face and body where now full out drops, slipping down her sticky skin and soaking her gray night shirt and gray shorts. Her hair was matted down to her head, the sweat making it dark around her hair and neck line. She thrashed out her arms, her hands making fists, grabbing nothing but the hot night air. She kicked rapidly, the thin sheet she'd used as a cover falling to the floor. Her breath came in short hitches, fast and desperate. She looked as if she'd been running for hours on end. Her skin was very pale, and she looked like a disturbed ghost in its grave. Her eyes moved quickly under their closed lids, tears flowing non stop from under them.
Running…Seeing Hannibal, trying to run to him…She can't get to him as she sees an agent, Delia, raise her gun. She screamed.
This scream is vocalized through her rapid nightmare and into the darkness of her bedroom. She punches at the air, and flips herself over once more.
She sees Delia fire, Hannibal falling in slow motion. She falls, landing on his body. She is covered in blood. She hears screaming, at first human. Then, the screaming of the lambs. Millions of them, all dead, surrounding her, their blood soaking through her. She is screaming, Hannibal is fading. He is asking her why she didn't save him. Telling her she doesn't love him. The lambs screams grow louder and louder as do hers.
She is screaming.
"NO! NO!"
She hears his voice telling her to wake up, telling her it's ok. She thrashes out and grabs hold of him, gripping him and holding on for dear life. He is right next to her in bed, yet she feels no arms around her. No voice, no comforting warmth of his body. She is awake now, holding onto him. She is so afraid to open her eyes. Why isn't he warm? Her eyes fling open. She is gripping onto her body pillow, not the body of her lover. She cries an utter sound of disappointment and relief. She slams her fist into the pillow. She still feels quite sleepy. Her vision is blurry, and she feels dizzy. She swings her feet over the edge of the bed, and stands. Her legs shake and she sways a little before waking up totally. She stood in shock as she stared at the chair across from her bed. She forced herself to speak.
"Hannibal!"
"Shhh, Clarice…We wouldn't want your friend Miss Mapp to come over, would we?"
She shook her head before asking the question.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't think I could stay away long, did you? What other reason might I have for not contacting you?"
She nodded. He was right, as usual. She finally found herself and almost charged at him, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. After a moment, he pulled back, laughing a little.
"I see you've recovered since-"
His eyebrows raised as she silenced him by kissing him again. After a couple minutes, it was she who pulled back.
"I thought you where dead…" she said breathlessly into his lips.
He put his arms around her waist, and did something Clarice had least expected. He lifted her up, and sat her on the bed. Her heart was already pounding from the scenerio she had imagined. What she got was the opposite, which only made her heart pound even more. He kneeled before her, and her eyes widened as she realized he was on one knee. He took from his pocket a small box, and opened it to reveal a rather large diamond ring, which she didn't have to ask about being real.
"My dear Clarice…Will you marry me?"
Clarice felt the tears before she knew they where coming. She nodded her head quickly.
"Yes…Yes!"
Her hand shook as he took it in his, sliding the ring on her finger. She took him in her arms, and her into his. That's when they heard the front door swing open.
"Clarice! You here?! "
Oh FUCK!
Clarice pulled back quickly, almost in a panic.
"Delia…"