Author's Note: This one is for troesnaja who has been begging for some new
chapters… and yes, I did type this one myself… on saavik's computer…lol
(You can tell though hey, not as many spelling errors)
Chapter 11: Twisted Interruptions
When Clarice slapped Lecter, he fell to the floor. Clarice turned to run away, as she turned she sprained her ankle and fell backwards. Lecter caught her in his arms, "Now you see what happens when you try to get away from me," he crooned in a soothing tone. Hannibal set Clarice beside him then stood up.
"Can you stand up?" Lecter asked Clarice, she was crying once again. She shook her head back and forth, "No, my ankle hurts."
Hannibal picked Clarice up and carried her over to the bed. "There's not much I can do for a sprained ankle with what I have, nothing. You'll have to stay off of it for a few weeks though. I'll go and get you a tensor bandage and some Tylenol, will you be alright?" Lecter asked as if he was talking to a small child.
"No," Clarice grumbled softly.
"Well, I guess you're going to go with me then, dear," Lecter said. He was being more than serious. "Here's some clothes," he handed Clarice a pair of black jeans and a low cut white t-shirt, along with some undergarments that he had found in her room.
"Go get ready to leave, I have a tensor bandage in the car. When we get down to the car I will fix up your foot." Clarice watched as Lecter grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a dark green t-shirt off of the dresser and headed to the bathroom. 'The outfit was quite unusual for Lecter,' Clarice thought silently to herself.
Lecter quickly got changed. He decided that they would leave now instead of waiting until later.
Lecter opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom. "What in God's name do you think you are doing?" Clarice screamed as Lecter entered the room. She was sitting on the edge of the double bed in her pants, fortunately for her she was wearing a bra. Lecter chuckled to himself.
"What are you laughing at?" Clarice turned even redder than she was before.
"Well other than the fact that you are sitting there in your bra, your face, and your neck turned red with embarrassment," Lecter said. He was actually quite amused with the situation.
Hannibal carried Clarice down to the car, along with three bags of luggage. Clarice was still crying, and her teeth were chattering from the affects of shock. Lecter didn't say anything to Clarice, and she didn't try to make conversation either.
When they got down to the car, a silver 1999 Dodge Viper with a black leather interior, Lecter set down the three bags, and while still holding Clarice, he efficiently unlocked the door to his car and placed Clarice on the seat. A loud voice then boomed through the parking lot, "This is hotel security, step away from the car and leave the lady alone."
Lecter turned slowly and looked at the man…
Chapter 11: Twisted Interruptions
When Clarice slapped Lecter, he fell to the floor. Clarice turned to run away, as she turned she sprained her ankle and fell backwards. Lecter caught her in his arms, "Now you see what happens when you try to get away from me," he crooned in a soothing tone. Hannibal set Clarice beside him then stood up.
"Can you stand up?" Lecter asked Clarice, she was crying once again. She shook her head back and forth, "No, my ankle hurts."
Hannibal picked Clarice up and carried her over to the bed. "There's not much I can do for a sprained ankle with what I have, nothing. You'll have to stay off of it for a few weeks though. I'll go and get you a tensor bandage and some Tylenol, will you be alright?" Lecter asked as if he was talking to a small child.
"No," Clarice grumbled softly.
"Well, I guess you're going to go with me then, dear," Lecter said. He was being more than serious. "Here's some clothes," he handed Clarice a pair of black jeans and a low cut white t-shirt, along with some undergarments that he had found in her room.
"Go get ready to leave, I have a tensor bandage in the car. When we get down to the car I will fix up your foot." Clarice watched as Lecter grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a dark green t-shirt off of the dresser and headed to the bathroom. 'The outfit was quite unusual for Lecter,' Clarice thought silently to herself.
Lecter quickly got changed. He decided that they would leave now instead of waiting until later.
Lecter opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom. "What in God's name do you think you are doing?" Clarice screamed as Lecter entered the room. She was sitting on the edge of the double bed in her pants, fortunately for her she was wearing a bra. Lecter chuckled to himself.
"What are you laughing at?" Clarice turned even redder than she was before.
"Well other than the fact that you are sitting there in your bra, your face, and your neck turned red with embarrassment," Lecter said. He was actually quite amused with the situation.
Hannibal carried Clarice down to the car, along with three bags of luggage. Clarice was still crying, and her teeth were chattering from the affects of shock. Lecter didn't say anything to Clarice, and she didn't try to make conversation either.
When they got down to the car, a silver 1999 Dodge Viper with a black leather interior, Lecter set down the three bags, and while still holding Clarice, he efficiently unlocked the door to his car and placed Clarice on the seat. A loud voice then boomed through the parking lot, "This is hotel security, step away from the car and leave the lady alone."
Lecter turned slowly and looked at the man…