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She grabbed the wall for support as her legs threatened to give, as she slowly scanned the room looking for any signs of immediate danger. There were none that she could see, but she was not at her best and her head was still spinning from standing up too fast, it was not surprising then that her heart almost stopped when she heard, or rather sensed someone or something behind her. She stopped dead, her heart now beating wildly in her chest, knowing that she was completely defenceless in this state to do anything worthwhile to her assailant. When she felt a breath of hot air reach her ear, she burled about as fast as her body would permit, and nearly fell down at what she say.
" Good evening Clarice "
1
Admittedly if she had had a clear head she may have considered the fact that if would probably be him sneak into her thoughts, but as was her currant condition it was the furthest from them. She stood blinking at him, trying to get herself together,
"Breathe Clarice" he said, the words almost rolling from his tongue, calm and elegant as always.
She suddenly drew in a large gulp of air and staggered backwards a little, bending over slightly to try and catch the breath she hadn't realised she was holding. She couldn't seem to clear her head, and her usual demeanour of being calm and sharp was slipping away fast in the rising panic that she was unaccustomed too.
" Perhaps you should sit down Clarice, I wouldn't want you passing out on me and spoil all my fun now would I" he crooned as he walked towards the sofa, all the time watching her.
Clarice realised the predicament she was in. She had no weapon handy, was hardy in a state to defend herself, and had Hannibal Lector prowling around her living room. She felt sick, her knees were trembling and her heart was doing summersaults. It wasn't that she was afraid he may hurt her; he had never expressed a wish to do so in the past, rather in the feelings that his voice was provoking in her. She knew he had spoken but couldn't remember what he had said, and as she stood with her back to the wall, his eyes searing into her, she realised that she hadn't spoken yet, still in the shock that she was.
" Dr Lector, wwwhat are you doing here?" It hadn't came out as smoothly as she would have liked and she hated giving anything away to him, not that he needed her help in that aspect.
He smiled at her in that way that told her he had seen through her bravado, and noticed the stutter for what it was, but didn't speak. He stood up and walked a few steps towards her before doing so,
" I do apologise for barging in like this Clarice, as I can see you weren't expecting any visitors, but as you know my options on my visiting times are limited."
"That still doesn't answer my question, what are you doing in my home?"
She hadn't meant for it to come out as sharply as it did, and immediately cursed herself, as she saw a dark shadow pass his face.
She ever so slowly began to slide along the wall, "tiny steps" she repeated to herself. She had spare weapon in the kitchen; if she could maybe sprint fast enough she may be able to reach it before he could catch up. As if she had actually said her thoughts out load for him to hear, he again began to speak in that level, collected tone.
"Do you think you could get to it before I caught up with you Clarice? It may have been sometime before we last met Clarice, and your memory may be a little sluggish tonight, so ill help you out"
She had stopped moving when he started speaking, her eyes never leaving him. So it was a surprise that she never actually saw him beginning to move, and within the second it took her to blink, he was pressed against her, pinning her to the wall.
She let out a small yelp in surprise and she saw his lips slightly tug at the corners, he was nose to nose with her, his body pressed hard against hers, a knee between her les, rendering her totally immobile. She turned her head to the side, away from the eyes that felt as though they piercing her very soul. She squirmed a little, trying to get at least a hand free, this seemed to amuse him and she stopped immediately. Her breathing was unsteady, and she whimpered slightly when she felt his teeth slightly graze her cheek. His quite whisper in her ear, his hot breathe, made her tremble and she knew he relished in it. She hated it.
" My dear Clarice, forgetting who and what I am has been the demise of many. A work of advise if I may. Even people, who feel safe with a tamed lion, still keep a healthy amount of fear. It would do you well to remember that."
He felt the slight tremble beneath him and the unsteady breathing. It was enough for now. Every so slowly he peeled away from her, backing off gradually, noticing that her eyes where still closed, tightly closed and her small hands where clenched, her knuckles showing white. He walked backwards, never wanting to let her out of his sight, and sat back down on her armchair, settling himself, crossing his legs and folding his hands neatly on his lap.
Clarice slowly opened her eyes and when she saw he was sitting on the armchair, at the other side of the small room, she physically relaxed. Her shoulders lagged slightly and her fists uncurled. He noticed it all, the way her muscles rippled slightly after being held so tense, the slight puff of air she released without knowing it, the hand that slid to the wall behind her, just out of sight, to steady herself. She was composing herself, and it was a pleasure to watch, he thought inwardly.
She slowly pushed herself of the wall, not trusting her legs yet, and when she was sure she wouldn't fall down, she slowly made her way to the sofa facing the good doctor.
She sat down gingerly, at the edge of the seat, not yet meeting his eyes; for fear that he would see what was there. It was he who spoke first, breaking the absolute stillness that had settled over the room. He spoke softly, soothingly, as if he were talking to a child.
" Clarice………….Clarice look at me"
It wasn't a question or a request, more of a statement she thought wryly. The last thing she wanted to do was anger him again, and although she didn't trust her alcohol sluggish brain, she knew she had to at some point. She slowly dragged her eyes upwards, taking in his polished shoes, his expensive Italian three-piece suit, the gold watch and cufflinks, the matching tie and finally his face, which was the picture of calmness.
He smiled slightly when her eyes finally met his and he saw her mentally relax a little.
" To answer your previous question, which you so politely asked…"
She ducked her head, a slow blush creeping up from her neckline, and stared at her feet. He smiled again, loving the way she was so terribly naïve.
" I thought it long enough since the last time we spoke Clarice. I did enjoy our conversations in the dungeon, and found myself wondering…if your sleeping better these days"
Her eyes snapped up to his for a split second before returning downward, watching her hands intently. He saw a hint of amusement in her face and raised an eyebrow.
" Something funny Clarice? Please do share with the class"
She shrugged her shoulders slightly looking at the room in general, the hint of a smile touching her lips.
" With all due respect Sir, you are not my doctor. And it strikes me a little amusing that you come out of hiding after all these years, just to see if I'm sleeping well enough"
She watched his face gauging his reaction, she had always spoken to him straight, but there was a difference between taking to his through six inches of glass or a telephone, than talking to him face to face.
He could see she was awaiting a reaction from him, she feared he may be angry with her. He was drawn to the fact that she did not fear him, it was a rarity in his line of work, and he relished it. But the alcohol was making her cocky, almost arrogant and that he didn't like. He of course kept his feelings hidden under his impressive self control, he was more interested in hearing why she had chose to resort to drink in the first place.
" How are thee F…B…. I these days Clarice? Hmmm? You don't seem as eager as I remember all those years back, has the system began to break you down Clarice? Do you find yourself remembering the good old days when you name was in lights? Are the big boys trampling on your cheap shoes? Please do tell Clarice, you have my utmost attention."
She felt dizzy from the change in direction the conversation had taken. Her thoughts swam in her head, blurring each other. Was that what he was trying to do? Confuse her? She wasn't going to play his game anymore, she was tired, tired of the F.B.I, tired of Hannibal lecter in her thoughts and dreams, tired of her life. She wanted out of this little game.
" Dr Lector, I appreciate your concern for me, but it is misplaced. I would very much like to get some sleep as I have work in the morning, and would appreciate if you could please l, l, leave quietly."
He was almost surprised. Something, which didn't happen very often. She wasn't playing, and what's more she had true conviction to her voice, that's if you didn't count the little stutters, which took some of the muscle out of it. He was intrigued. Without knowing it she had upped their little game to a higher level, something she wasn't ready for. But if that's how she wanted it……….
" And if I don't Clarice?" he replied silkily
The retort took her by surprise; she hadn't expected his to say that. Anything but that actually. She had expected him to give a click of his heels and be on his merry way, the so-called gentleman that he was. Now she found he was being confrontational, and she didn't like it all.
H could see her rising panic, could almost hear the thoughts jumbling about in her mind. She was trying to decide whether or not to back down, or stick to her guns, or lack of in this case. It was interesting to watch he mused, an internal battle of wills.
" GODAMMIT!"
Her sudden outburst startled him. Two surprises in one night. It was almost worth the visit alone.
She stood and started pacing the room, her arms flailing as she began.
" GODAMMIT! Why do you do this? Hmmm? Do you get some sick satisfaction from hearing that my world my falling apart! Or tell me Dr Lector, are you bored? Is that what it is? Go and pick on poor little white trash Starling when you've had a good meal and are looking for some entertainment? Well I am not here for you entertainment Dr, nor am I willing to let this go on any further. It ends right here and now! Don't you dare come into my home again, and don't you dare call or write. "
Her voice had been steadily rising throughout her fit of fury, and she now found herself out of breath, tears stung at her eyes, willing to be shed, and she wiped them away furiously. She turned blazing eyes towards him, still seated in the same position, and watched for the initial reaction. A laugh was not what she expected. It made her blood boil.
He could see that she was out of steam and energy, although still obviously angry if the look he was receiving was anything to go by. He let out a small chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. She had guts there was no mistaking that, but still, he couldn't just stand back and take it. He stood slowly, stretching his muscles all the while looking at her.
She was deflating a little now, she realised. He had been an easy target when he was sitting comfortably in the armchair, but now as he stood to his full height, his eyes trained on hers, she felt a little intimidated.
He ever so slowly started towards her, predatory, cat like in elegance, deadly. He could see that she was shrinking away, the anger replaced with a void that was quickly becoming fear. He could smell it. It was intoxicating.
She felt like a cornered animal, trapped, suffocated, and slowly being eaten away a bit at a time, with every step he took.
" My my my. It seems little Clarice is wearing big sisters clothes and is wanting to join in the fun."
His voice had changed she realised. It had been soothing, almost gentle before, now it was hard and precise. He was only a few paces away now, and she realised she had made a mistake in voicing her protests. She felt her skin grow cold and her heart quicken, she could feel sweat trickling down her back and it made her shiver. She had backed up as far as she could go, and then some, she was pressed so hard against the wall that she could feel her pulse in the bump on her head from her earlier trip.
"D.D.D.DR lllector…" she managed to stumble out, fear plainly written all over it but she didn't care.
"Ssssshhhhhh Clarice" he whispered, pressing a finger against her lips, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut, her lip trembling under his finger. Her entire body was rigid; sweat trickled down her neck, to the valley between her collarbones. Her Gown had loosened and he could see the v all the way to her navel. He licked his lips and dipped his head, slowly licking a path from her jaw to her collarbone. When his teeth nibbled along the bone, he felt her knees go, and caught her, sweeping her up and walking towards the door.
He carried her upstairs and lay her down gently to her bed. Sweeping a stray lock of hair back into place, he sat besides her, gazing at her, his head tilted to the side.
" Clarice………..Clarice"
She moved slightly, her body trying to find a more comfortable position, she brought her knees up and rolled over to the side, as if gravitated by him. Finding something warm touch her leg, she shimmied over a little till; she was neatly tucked around his sitting form. He smiled at this. She looked so innocent in her sleep, so peaceful. It was almost a shame to wake her, but he knew they needed to talk things out, and writing it in a letter and leaving it at the side of the bed, didn't cut it this time.
He didn't want to frighten her, it wasn't why he came. He had to admit that seeing her reaction to him had surprised him. She had never shown fear of him before, it was something that drew him to her, "maybe" he mused as he watched her sleep, it was the face-to-face contact, the bars and glass gone. He was unrestrained, raw, and she knew all too well what he was capable off. Was that what has caused the faint? The trembling and laboured breathing? He didn't think so. She was frightened, he knew how to press her buttons, but that was not the reason for her outburst, her drinking and her obvious distress that she wasn't willing to share. "What have I stumbled upon Clarice?" he whispered into the dark room.
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She grabbed the wall for support as her legs threatened to give, as she slowly scanned the room looking for any signs of immediate danger. There were none that she could see, but she was not at her best and her head was still spinning from standing up too fast, it was not surprising then that her heart almost stopped when she heard, or rather sensed someone or something behind her. She stopped dead, her heart now beating wildly in her chest, knowing that she was completely defenceless in this state to do anything worthwhile to her assailant. When she felt a breath of hot air reach her ear, she burled about as fast as her body would permit, and nearly fell down at what she say.
" Good evening Clarice "
1
Admittedly if she had had a clear head she may have considered the fact that if would probably be him sneak into her thoughts, but as was her currant condition it was the furthest from them. She stood blinking at him, trying to get herself together,
"Breathe Clarice" he said, the words almost rolling from his tongue, calm and elegant as always.
She suddenly drew in a large gulp of air and staggered backwards a little, bending over slightly to try and catch the breath she hadn't realised she was holding. She couldn't seem to clear her head, and her usual demeanour of being calm and sharp was slipping away fast in the rising panic that she was unaccustomed too.
" Perhaps you should sit down Clarice, I wouldn't want you passing out on me and spoil all my fun now would I" he crooned as he walked towards the sofa, all the time watching her.
Clarice realised the predicament she was in. She had no weapon handy, was hardy in a state to defend herself, and had Hannibal Lector prowling around her living room. She felt sick, her knees were trembling and her heart was doing summersaults. It wasn't that she was afraid he may hurt her; he had never expressed a wish to do so in the past, rather in the feelings that his voice was provoking in her. She knew he had spoken but couldn't remember what he had said, and as she stood with her back to the wall, his eyes searing into her, she realised that she hadn't spoken yet, still in the shock that she was.
" Dr Lector, wwwhat are you doing here?" It hadn't came out as smoothly as she would have liked and she hated giving anything away to him, not that he needed her help in that aspect.
He smiled at her in that way that told her he had seen through her bravado, and noticed the stutter for what it was, but didn't speak. He stood up and walked a few steps towards her before doing so,
" I do apologise for barging in like this Clarice, as I can see you weren't expecting any visitors, but as you know my options on my visiting times are limited."
"That still doesn't answer my question, what are you doing in my home?"
She hadn't meant for it to come out as sharply as it did, and immediately cursed herself, as she saw a dark shadow pass his face.
She ever so slowly began to slide along the wall, "tiny steps" she repeated to herself. She had spare weapon in the kitchen; if she could maybe sprint fast enough she may be able to reach it before he could catch up. As if she had actually said her thoughts out load for him to hear, he again began to speak in that level, collected tone.
"Do you think you could get to it before I caught up with you Clarice? It may have been sometime before we last met Clarice, and your memory may be a little sluggish tonight, so ill help you out"
She had stopped moving when he started speaking, her eyes never leaving him. So it was a surprise that she never actually saw him beginning to move, and within the second it took her to blink, he was pressed against her, pinning her to the wall.
She let out a small yelp in surprise and she saw his lips slightly tug at the corners, he was nose to nose with her, his body pressed hard against hers, a knee between her les, rendering her totally immobile. She turned her head to the side, away from the eyes that felt as though they piercing her very soul. She squirmed a little, trying to get at least a hand free, this seemed to amuse him and she stopped immediately. Her breathing was unsteady, and she whimpered slightly when she felt his teeth slightly graze her cheek. His quite whisper in her ear, his hot breathe, made her tremble and she knew he relished in it. She hated it.
" My dear Clarice, forgetting who and what I am has been the demise of many. A work of advise if I may. Even people, who feel safe with a tamed lion, still keep a healthy amount of fear. It would do you well to remember that."
He felt the slight tremble beneath him and the unsteady breathing. It was enough for now. Every so slowly he peeled away from her, backing off gradually, noticing that her eyes where still closed, tightly closed and her small hands where clenched, her knuckles showing white. He walked backwards, never wanting to let her out of his sight, and sat back down on her armchair, settling himself, crossing his legs and folding his hands neatly on his lap.
Clarice slowly opened her eyes and when she saw he was sitting on the armchair, at the other side of the small room, she physically relaxed. Her shoulders lagged slightly and her fists uncurled. He noticed it all, the way her muscles rippled slightly after being held so tense, the slight puff of air she released without knowing it, the hand that slid to the wall behind her, just out of sight, to steady herself. She was composing herself, and it was a pleasure to watch, he thought inwardly.
She slowly pushed herself of the wall, not trusting her legs yet, and when she was sure she wouldn't fall down, she slowly made her way to the sofa facing the good doctor.
She sat down gingerly, at the edge of the seat, not yet meeting his eyes; for fear that he would see what was there. It was he who spoke first, breaking the absolute stillness that had settled over the room. He spoke softly, soothingly, as if he were talking to a child.
" Clarice………….Clarice look at me"
It wasn't a question or a request, more of a statement she thought wryly. The last thing she wanted to do was anger him again, and although she didn't trust her alcohol sluggish brain, she knew she had to at some point. She slowly dragged her eyes upwards, taking in his polished shoes, his expensive Italian three-piece suit, the gold watch and cufflinks, the matching tie and finally his face, which was the picture of calmness.
He smiled slightly when her eyes finally met his and he saw her mentally relax a little.
" To answer your previous question, which you so politely asked…"
She ducked her head, a slow blush creeping up from her neckline, and stared at her feet. He smiled again, loving the way she was so terribly naïve.
" I thought it long enough since the last time we spoke Clarice. I did enjoy our conversations in the dungeon, and found myself wondering…if your sleeping better these days"
Her eyes snapped up to his for a split second before returning downward, watching her hands intently. He saw a hint of amusement in her face and raised an eyebrow.
" Something funny Clarice? Please do share with the class"
She shrugged her shoulders slightly looking at the room in general, the hint of a smile touching her lips.
" With all due respect Sir, you are not my doctor. And it strikes me a little amusing that you come out of hiding after all these years, just to see if I'm sleeping well enough"
She watched his face gauging his reaction, she had always spoken to him straight, but there was a difference between taking to his through six inches of glass or a telephone, than talking to him face to face.
He could see she was awaiting a reaction from him, she feared he may be angry with her. He was drawn to the fact that she did not fear him, it was a rarity in his line of work, and he relished it. But the alcohol was making her cocky, almost arrogant and that he didn't like. He of course kept his feelings hidden under his impressive self control, he was more interested in hearing why she had chose to resort to drink in the first place.
" How are thee F…B…. I these days Clarice? Hmmm? You don't seem as eager as I remember all those years back, has the system began to break you down Clarice? Do you find yourself remembering the good old days when you name was in lights? Are the big boys trampling on your cheap shoes? Please do tell Clarice, you have my utmost attention."
She felt dizzy from the change in direction the conversation had taken. Her thoughts swam in her head, blurring each other. Was that what he was trying to do? Confuse her? She wasn't going to play his game anymore, she was tired, tired of the F.B.I, tired of Hannibal lecter in her thoughts and dreams, tired of her life. She wanted out of this little game.
" Dr Lector, I appreciate your concern for me, but it is misplaced. I would very much like to get some sleep as I have work in the morning, and would appreciate if you could please l, l, leave quietly."
He was almost surprised. Something, which didn't happen very often. She wasn't playing, and what's more she had true conviction to her voice, that's if you didn't count the little stutters, which took some of the muscle out of it. He was intrigued. Without knowing it she had upped their little game to a higher level, something she wasn't ready for. But if that's how she wanted it……….
" And if I don't Clarice?" he replied silkily
The retort took her by surprise; she hadn't expected his to say that. Anything but that actually. She had expected him to give a click of his heels and be on his merry way, the so-called gentleman that he was. Now she found he was being confrontational, and she didn't like it all.
H could see her rising panic, could almost hear the thoughts jumbling about in her mind. She was trying to decide whether or not to back down, or stick to her guns, or lack of in this case. It was interesting to watch he mused, an internal battle of wills.
" GODAMMIT!"
Her sudden outburst startled him. Two surprises in one night. It was almost worth the visit alone.
She stood and started pacing the room, her arms flailing as she began.
" GODAMMIT! Why do you do this? Hmmm? Do you get some sick satisfaction from hearing that my world my falling apart! Or tell me Dr Lector, are you bored? Is that what it is? Go and pick on poor little white trash Starling when you've had a good meal and are looking for some entertainment? Well I am not here for you entertainment Dr, nor am I willing to let this go on any further. It ends right here and now! Don't you dare come into my home again, and don't you dare call or write. "
Her voice had been steadily rising throughout her fit of fury, and she now found herself out of breath, tears stung at her eyes, willing to be shed, and she wiped them away furiously. She turned blazing eyes towards him, still seated in the same position, and watched for the initial reaction. A laugh was not what she expected. It made her blood boil.
He could see that she was out of steam and energy, although still obviously angry if the look he was receiving was anything to go by. He let out a small chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. She had guts there was no mistaking that, but still, he couldn't just stand back and take it. He stood slowly, stretching his muscles all the while looking at her.
She was deflating a little now, she realised. He had been an easy target when he was sitting comfortably in the armchair, but now as he stood to his full height, his eyes trained on hers, she felt a little intimidated.
He ever so slowly started towards her, predatory, cat like in elegance, deadly. He could see that she was shrinking away, the anger replaced with a void that was quickly becoming fear. He could smell it. It was intoxicating.
She felt like a cornered animal, trapped, suffocated, and slowly being eaten away a bit at a time, with every step he took.
" My my my. It seems little Clarice is wearing big sisters clothes and is wanting to join in the fun."
His voice had changed she realised. It had been soothing, almost gentle before, now it was hard and precise. He was only a few paces away now, and she realised she had made a mistake in voicing her protests. She felt her skin grow cold and her heart quicken, she could feel sweat trickling down her back and it made her shiver. She had backed up as far as she could go, and then some, she was pressed so hard against the wall that she could feel her pulse in the bump on her head from her earlier trip.
"D.D.D.DR lllector…" she managed to stumble out, fear plainly written all over it but she didn't care.
"Ssssshhhhhh Clarice" he whispered, pressing a finger against her lips, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut, her lip trembling under his finger. Her entire body was rigid; sweat trickled down her neck, to the valley between her collarbones. Her Gown had loosened and he could see the v all the way to her navel. He licked his lips and dipped his head, slowly licking a path from her jaw to her collarbone. When his teeth nibbled along the bone, he felt her knees go, and caught her, sweeping her up and walking towards the door.
He carried her upstairs and lay her down gently to her bed. Sweeping a stray lock of hair back into place, he sat besides her, gazing at her, his head tilted to the side.
" Clarice………..Clarice"
She moved slightly, her body trying to find a more comfortable position, she brought her knees up and rolled over to the side, as if gravitated by him. Finding something warm touch her leg, she shimmied over a little till; she was neatly tucked around his sitting form. He smiled at this. She looked so innocent in her sleep, so peaceful. It was almost a shame to wake her, but he knew they needed to talk things out, and writing it in a letter and leaving it at the side of the bed, didn't cut it this time.
He didn't want to frighten her, it wasn't why he came. He had to admit that seeing her reaction to him had surprised him. She had never shown fear of him before, it was something that drew him to her, "maybe" he mused as he watched her sleep, it was the face-to-face contact, the bars and glass gone. He was unrestrained, raw, and she knew all too well what he was capable off. Was that what has caused the faint? The trembling and laboured breathing? He didn't think so. She was frightened, he knew how to press her buttons, but that was not the reason for her outburst, her drinking and her obvious distress that she wasn't willing to share. "What have I stumbled upon Clarice?" he whispered into the dark room.