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Just a little note to an interesting new friend: StrawberryLecter, this one's for you!
Chapter 8: A Mind Undiscovered
12:22 AM ~ 6 hours and 8 minutes left till the plane arrived in Paris
Clarice rubbed her newly released wrist. She watched Hannibal's laughing subside and saw him check for her response to this new freedom.
"I believe you are capable enough to handle yourself, hmm Clarice?" He smiled waiting to see what she would do.
"Thank you, Hannibal. I now know officially that I'm a big girl." On this final note, she stood up in the aisle. The look on Lecter's face was one of shock, amusement, and worry. He reached quickly across the seats and grasped her wrist firmly.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to the bathroom. You know I won't do anything..." She smiled sweetly and removed his hand, which in itself took effort. "If I'm not back in two minutes, you can eat my liver. That is, if you happen to have some fava beans...."
Dr. Lecter finished her sentence with a knowing smile. "And a nice Chiante. Yes, two minutes, my dear."
As Clarice walked to the back of the plane for the bathrooms, Hannibal felt eyes on him. He looked in front of him, and sure enough, a young girl was watching him from four rows up. She looked at him, not frightened, but curious.
He stared at her for a moment when she abruptly rose from her seat. She walked back to him and sat in Clarice's unoccupied seat. She looked to be about twelve, and rather pretty. "Hi, I'm Jamie. I was watching you."
Hannibal smiled. "I noticed that. Is there something I can help you with?"
She smiled a little and nodded. "I just wanted to tell you that you have very pretty eyes. That, and you make me think of one of my favorite people in the world. You look remarkably like him."
Dr. Lecter widened his eyes only slightly at the girl's straightforward and complimentary attitude. "Thank you Jamie. Who is it I remind you of?" Clarice had one minute left.
The young girl fidgeted a bit. "Well, you see, I like to write. I have recently seen a movie called Hannibal and now I'm obsessed with the main character in it. You look very close to him."
The doctor stopped breathing for a quick beat, but it went unrecognized. "Is that a fact? I believe you refer to the infamous Dr. Lecter, yes?"
She nodded and stood. "Yes, that's him. You look intelligent and... mysterious, like he does. I just wanted to tell you that."
Hannibal smiled out of wonder and relief. "Well, that's quite a compliment Jamie. I thank you." He bowed his head to her, causing her to blush and murmer a quick farewell before returning to her seat.
'My, my...' thought Hannibal. He stroked his medium length black-gray hair, wishing that his contacts had been ready for this flight. Very few people, probably only himself, had red eyes. He was amazed that a child had pointed out his resemblance to the actor Anthony Hopkins, who was portraying him in some hideously incorrect movie version of his murders and interactions with *Special *Agent Starling. 'From the mouths of babes...' he thought.
He stopped his thoughts short. Where was Special Agent Starling? She was 16 seconds late... Hannibal stood casually and began walking to the back of the plane.
As he opened the curtain separating first class and coach, he collided with Clarice. She hadn't been paying attention and walked into him at a top speed. She gasped slightly, and Hannibal noticed that she had taken her hair down.
"Oh my god... you scared me half to death!" she whispered. She calmed a little and chuckled. "There was a line to the bathroom. Were you worried?"
Hannibal put his hand gently, but firmly, on her arm. "Yes, Clarice. I thought perhaps I was misguided in removing your restraints so early in our trip. Let's sit, please." He guided her back to their seats.
Once they were settled in again, Clarice leaned over to him. She moved forward, till her mouth brushed his ear. "Thank you for trusting me." She leaned forward again, placing her fingers under his chin and turning his face to hers.
Clarice whispered to him, holding the doctor's intense eyes: "And for not eating my liver, even though I am a few seconds late." With this, she kissed him gently, neither one of them closing their eyes. Hannibal returned her kiss with a hunger barely exceeding her own.
After a sweet moment, Clarice broke their kiss. Hannibal blinked, but didn't move, still watching her. Clarice also continued watching, and then ran her tongue across her lips. "Mmmm....you have been drinking Chiante, haven't you?"
Hannibal smiled appreciativily. "Ah, Clarice, I see you have improved your palette since we last met. Yes, I had a glass before this flight. And might I add what a lovely thank you that was. It tasted like innocence, chocolate and blood..."
"Hmm... what an interesting combination." She coyly smiled, positioned as she was for their last kiss. She whispered softly to him, "Doctor, we must be careful. People will think we're in love..."
Hannibal was beginning to wonder what had changed his sweet and moral Clarice into this seductress sitting next to him. He knew he was blushing, only slightly, but Clarice knew it too. She had received her desired effect, and was now basking in the glory of it. She grasped his hand firmly and laid her head back into the seat, no longer fighting sleep, but surrendering peaceably.
"Hannibal, I assume I don't have to restrain you in any way? You will still be here when I wake from my nap?"
"What a marvelous question Clarice. Why don't you wait and see..."
They both knew he would be there when she awoke.
*^*^* Ten minutes later *^*^*
Hannibal watched Clarice sleep. It was a wonderful way to observe, something he had done many times since their first meeting years ago. He loved to watch her eyes twitch beneath their shrouded darkness, to see her chest rise gently with each breath. He had observed her during many dreams, knowing what most of them were. He had seen her nightmares, with her lips quivering and her hands clenching. Even in her dreams, her first reaction was to reach for her gun. He had wiped the tears from her checks when her dreams were more than she could handle. He had even seen her go for a week without dreaming at all, and yet he had never seen her dream a dream like the one he watched now.
She had only been asleep for a few minutes, but she seemed to already be in an REM sleep. Her smiling lips were forming soundless words as her head rolled to the side. She squeezed his hand in her sleep, very softly. This dream was the one dream he had never seen; and he couldn't tell what it was.
Hannibal reached to Clarice, trying to gently lift her head upright again. But as his hand pushed against her head, she snapped awake, twisting his wrist and spitting at him, "I am the HONEY!"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Here's a note from the author of this fic: Sorry sorry, I was trying not to do a cliffhanger, but I had to! It fits so well with my upcoming chapter, I just had to stop here. In case you are confused, Clarice's last outburst is from her dream, as she awakened. Jamie~ Here you are sweetie, you are in your very own chapter of A Killer Romance! This still applies to any other people who will review this work plus two more: you can be in a chapter of this story! If you do this, email me at LectersgirlSLC@cs.com, or if I see that you've reviewed some stories, I can email you! I promise to have the next chapter up by Friday! ~Fauna
Just a little note to an interesting new friend: StrawberryLecter, this one's for you!
Chapter 8: A Mind Undiscovered
12:22 AM ~ 6 hours and 8 minutes left till the plane arrived in Paris
Clarice rubbed her newly released wrist. She watched Hannibal's laughing subside and saw him check for her response to this new freedom.
"I believe you are capable enough to handle yourself, hmm Clarice?" He smiled waiting to see what she would do.
"Thank you, Hannibal. I now know officially that I'm a big girl." On this final note, she stood up in the aisle. The look on Lecter's face was one of shock, amusement, and worry. He reached quickly across the seats and grasped her wrist firmly.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to the bathroom. You know I won't do anything..." She smiled sweetly and removed his hand, which in itself took effort. "If I'm not back in two minutes, you can eat my liver. That is, if you happen to have some fava beans...."
Dr. Lecter finished her sentence with a knowing smile. "And a nice Chiante. Yes, two minutes, my dear."
As Clarice walked to the back of the plane for the bathrooms, Hannibal felt eyes on him. He looked in front of him, and sure enough, a young girl was watching him from four rows up. She looked at him, not frightened, but curious.
He stared at her for a moment when she abruptly rose from her seat. She walked back to him and sat in Clarice's unoccupied seat. She looked to be about twelve, and rather pretty. "Hi, I'm Jamie. I was watching you."
Hannibal smiled. "I noticed that. Is there something I can help you with?"
She smiled a little and nodded. "I just wanted to tell you that you have very pretty eyes. That, and you make me think of one of my favorite people in the world. You look remarkably like him."
Dr. Lecter widened his eyes only slightly at the girl's straightforward and complimentary attitude. "Thank you Jamie. Who is it I remind you of?" Clarice had one minute left.
The young girl fidgeted a bit. "Well, you see, I like to write. I have recently seen a movie called Hannibal and now I'm obsessed with the main character in it. You look very close to him."
The doctor stopped breathing for a quick beat, but it went unrecognized. "Is that a fact? I believe you refer to the infamous Dr. Lecter, yes?"
She nodded and stood. "Yes, that's him. You look intelligent and... mysterious, like he does. I just wanted to tell you that."
Hannibal smiled out of wonder and relief. "Well, that's quite a compliment Jamie. I thank you." He bowed his head to her, causing her to blush and murmer a quick farewell before returning to her seat.
'My, my...' thought Hannibal. He stroked his medium length black-gray hair, wishing that his contacts had been ready for this flight. Very few people, probably only himself, had red eyes. He was amazed that a child had pointed out his resemblance to the actor Anthony Hopkins, who was portraying him in some hideously incorrect movie version of his murders and interactions with *Special *Agent Starling. 'From the mouths of babes...' he thought.
He stopped his thoughts short. Where was Special Agent Starling? She was 16 seconds late... Hannibal stood casually and began walking to the back of the plane.
As he opened the curtain separating first class and coach, he collided with Clarice. She hadn't been paying attention and walked into him at a top speed. She gasped slightly, and Hannibal noticed that she had taken her hair down.
"Oh my god... you scared me half to death!" she whispered. She calmed a little and chuckled. "There was a line to the bathroom. Were you worried?"
Hannibal put his hand gently, but firmly, on her arm. "Yes, Clarice. I thought perhaps I was misguided in removing your restraints so early in our trip. Let's sit, please." He guided her back to their seats.
Once they were settled in again, Clarice leaned over to him. She moved forward, till her mouth brushed his ear. "Thank you for trusting me." She leaned forward again, placing her fingers under his chin and turning his face to hers.
Clarice whispered to him, holding the doctor's intense eyes: "And for not eating my liver, even though I am a few seconds late." With this, she kissed him gently, neither one of them closing their eyes. Hannibal returned her kiss with a hunger barely exceeding her own.
After a sweet moment, Clarice broke their kiss. Hannibal blinked, but didn't move, still watching her. Clarice also continued watching, and then ran her tongue across her lips. "Mmmm....you have been drinking Chiante, haven't you?"
Hannibal smiled appreciativily. "Ah, Clarice, I see you have improved your palette since we last met. Yes, I had a glass before this flight. And might I add what a lovely thank you that was. It tasted like innocence, chocolate and blood..."
"Hmm... what an interesting combination." She coyly smiled, positioned as she was for their last kiss. She whispered softly to him, "Doctor, we must be careful. People will think we're in love..."
Hannibal was beginning to wonder what had changed his sweet and moral Clarice into this seductress sitting next to him. He knew he was blushing, only slightly, but Clarice knew it too. She had received her desired effect, and was now basking in the glory of it. She grasped his hand firmly and laid her head back into the seat, no longer fighting sleep, but surrendering peaceably.
"Hannibal, I assume I don't have to restrain you in any way? You will still be here when I wake from my nap?"
"What a marvelous question Clarice. Why don't you wait and see..."
They both knew he would be there when she awoke.
*^*^* Ten minutes later *^*^*
Hannibal watched Clarice sleep. It was a wonderful way to observe, something he had done many times since their first meeting years ago. He loved to watch her eyes twitch beneath their shrouded darkness, to see her chest rise gently with each breath. He had observed her during many dreams, knowing what most of them were. He had seen her nightmares, with her lips quivering and her hands clenching. Even in her dreams, her first reaction was to reach for her gun. He had wiped the tears from her checks when her dreams were more than she could handle. He had even seen her go for a week without dreaming at all, and yet he had never seen her dream a dream like the one he watched now.
She had only been asleep for a few minutes, but she seemed to already be in an REM sleep. Her smiling lips were forming soundless words as her head rolled to the side. She squeezed his hand in her sleep, very softly. This dream was the one dream he had never seen; and he couldn't tell what it was.
Hannibal reached to Clarice, trying to gently lift her head upright again. But as his hand pushed against her head, she snapped awake, twisting his wrist and spitting at him, "I am the HONEY!"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Here's a note from the author of this fic: Sorry sorry, I was trying not to do a cliffhanger, but I had to! It fits so well with my upcoming chapter, I just had to stop here. In case you are confused, Clarice's last outburst is from her dream, as she awakened. Jamie~ Here you are sweetie, you are in your very own chapter of A Killer Romance! This still applies to any other people who will review this work plus two more: you can be in a chapter of this story! If you do this, email me at LectersgirlSLC@cs.com, or if I see that you've reviewed some stories, I can email you! I promise to have the next chapter up by Friday! ~Fauna
