Author's Note: The story is almost complete now! Six whole chapters
already. I am holding them hostage. The ransom demand is reviews! Hope
you had a Happy Easter!
Chapter 2: Putting the Plan into Action
As Lecter took his time to sneak up to Clarice's duplex, he dug through his pockets to find the skeleton key (pun intended) he had gotten specially for this occasion. He quickly, but quietly turn the door knob to see if it would open. Just as he had suspected, she still was very defensive, and was protecting herself as always.
He effeciantly unlocked the door with the small key, and entered his little Starlings domain. Silently securing the door behind him, Lecter listened to the only noise in the house: her soft, rythmic breathing.
As he slowly crept into the next room, he could hardly contain the surge of pleasure that erupted inside of him at the sight of her. He had a sudden urge to yell out her name , and sweep her up out of the chair and hold her close, just to feel the warmth of her body against his.
As Lecter turned to sit down across from his little Starling, she sighed and shifted positions in her chair. The movement caused a lock of hair to slip from its place behind Clarice's ear, and cover part of her face.
Seeing this, Lecter couldn't resist reaching out to brush aside the lock of hair, revealing her strained features to him. Even during these hardships in her life, Clarice was still the picture of beauty in his eyes.
His contented thoughts were abruptly halted, as he heard a key enter the keyhole. It unlocked the deadbolt and the door opened. Ardelia was home.
"Hey girl,"came the familiar voice of Clarice's housemate, "Whatcha' watchin'?"
In reply came a soft thud as Lecter bumped into the chair that Clarice currently occupied, knocking the television remote from her hand and onto the carpet. Ardelia hung up her leather jacket, she queried once more, as she walked towards the living room, "Are you okay in there?"...
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A/N: Talk about torturing fellow Lecterphiles, EH?!?!
Chapter 2: Putting the Plan into Action
As Lecter took his time to sneak up to Clarice's duplex, he dug through his pockets to find the skeleton key (pun intended) he had gotten specially for this occasion. He quickly, but quietly turn the door knob to see if it would open. Just as he had suspected, she still was very defensive, and was protecting herself as always.
He effeciantly unlocked the door with the small key, and entered his little Starlings domain. Silently securing the door behind him, Lecter listened to the only noise in the house: her soft, rythmic breathing.
As he slowly crept into the next room, he could hardly contain the surge of pleasure that erupted inside of him at the sight of her. He had a sudden urge to yell out her name , and sweep her up out of the chair and hold her close, just to feel the warmth of her body against his.
As Lecter turned to sit down across from his little Starling, she sighed and shifted positions in her chair. The movement caused a lock of hair to slip from its place behind Clarice's ear, and cover part of her face.
Seeing this, Lecter couldn't resist reaching out to brush aside the lock of hair, revealing her strained features to him. Even during these hardships in her life, Clarice was still the picture of beauty in his eyes.
His contented thoughts were abruptly halted, as he heard a key enter the keyhole. It unlocked the deadbolt and the door opened. Ardelia was home.
"Hey girl,"came the familiar voice of Clarice's housemate, "Whatcha' watchin'?"
In reply came a soft thud as Lecter bumped into the chair that Clarice currently occupied, knocking the television remote from her hand and onto the carpet. Ardelia hung up her leather jacket, she queried once more, as she walked towards the living room, "Are you okay in there?"...
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A/N: Talk about torturing fellow Lecterphiles, EH?!?!