Authors Note: The story is coming alone quite nicely… if reviews come in,
maybe it will post just as agreeably…
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Chapter 5: All Good Things To Those Who Wait
"What do you mean I'm in California?! You kidnapped me?" Clarice shouted, jumping from the bed.
Only then did she realize that she wasn't wearing the clothes that she had fallen asleep in. Instead she was wearing a low cut, open back, silky peach colored nightgown that came to a halt three inches above her knees. Startled and slightly embarrassed, Clarice climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin, unwilling to meet his eyes.
To this Lecter replied, "I brought you here last night, and I wouldn't exactly call this kidnapping because you weren't living a life at all, just existing, hopelessly since being dismissed from your beloved F.B.I. I have merely rescued you from that dull routine you call your 'life'."
"And why is it that whenever you drug me, I wake up in a strange place wearing a totally different outfit?" Clarice asked in a meek tone of voice.
"All good things to those who wait," Lecter said, smirking a little at her obvious discomfort,
After a moment of silence, Clarice looked at him and inquired, eyes narrowing, "Isn't everyone going to be looking for me?"
"No, nobody will be looking for you. At this moment, they most likely believe you are deceased," he replied, a perceptive note in his voice told her he knew more than he was telling at the moment.
"How could they think that I am dead? Half of them saw me yesterday!" Clarice said slightly confused. She didn't know if it was the drugs or his game that was messing with her mind the most.
At that, Hannibal explained everything to her. How he had kept a vigilant eye on her from the shadows since their last encounter, sneaking into her home, almost getting caught by her housemate, Ardelia, watching Ardelia cover her up with the blanket, drugging her, and leaving the suicide note for all to find, which would explain her absence, and leave no reason for anyone to search for her as a missing person.
"How could you do this to me?" Clarice asked, on the verge of tears.
"As I had told you many times before, all good things to those who wait." He chided, with a look of warning that told her to pose no further questions for the moment.
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A/N: Yes, I know I shouldn't be torturing you like this, but GEEEZZZ, it is sooo much fun. Oh well, I'll post another chapter soon. I am getting behind on my story, so bear with me! THANX!
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Chapter 5: All Good Things To Those Who Wait
"What do you mean I'm in California?! You kidnapped me?" Clarice shouted, jumping from the bed.
Only then did she realize that she wasn't wearing the clothes that she had fallen asleep in. Instead she was wearing a low cut, open back, silky peach colored nightgown that came to a halt three inches above her knees. Startled and slightly embarrassed, Clarice climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin, unwilling to meet his eyes.
To this Lecter replied, "I brought you here last night, and I wouldn't exactly call this kidnapping because you weren't living a life at all, just existing, hopelessly since being dismissed from your beloved F.B.I. I have merely rescued you from that dull routine you call your 'life'."
"And why is it that whenever you drug me, I wake up in a strange place wearing a totally different outfit?" Clarice asked in a meek tone of voice.
"All good things to those who wait," Lecter said, smirking a little at her obvious discomfort,
After a moment of silence, Clarice looked at him and inquired, eyes narrowing, "Isn't everyone going to be looking for me?"
"No, nobody will be looking for you. At this moment, they most likely believe you are deceased," he replied, a perceptive note in his voice told her he knew more than he was telling at the moment.
"How could they think that I am dead? Half of them saw me yesterday!" Clarice said slightly confused. She didn't know if it was the drugs or his game that was messing with her mind the most.
At that, Hannibal explained everything to her. How he had kept a vigilant eye on her from the shadows since their last encounter, sneaking into her home, almost getting caught by her housemate, Ardelia, watching Ardelia cover her up with the blanket, drugging her, and leaving the suicide note for all to find, which would explain her absence, and leave no reason for anyone to search for her as a missing person.
"How could you do this to me?" Clarice asked, on the verge of tears.
"As I had told you many times before, all good things to those who wait." He chided, with a look of warning that told her to pose no further questions for the moment.
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A/N: Yes, I know I shouldn't be torturing you like this, but GEEEZZZ, it is sooo much fun. Oh well, I'll post another chapter soon. I am getting behind on my story, so bear with me! THANX!