Antonia Lecter
Summary: Dr. Lecter comes and visits clarice at night while she's sleeping... tell me if I should continue!!!!
rating: PG-13 (not yet but it will be!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal Lecter or Clarice Starling, they belong to Thomas Harris…and I'm sure they are probably much safer in his hands… ^_~
Chapter 1.
Ex-special agent Clarice Starling stormed into the house she shared with Ardelia map and threw her boxed belongings on the hard tiles of the kitchen floor. Tears of anger slipped down her cheeks as she reclaimed the box and clambered to her side of the apartment.
That god damned federal institution….I hate all of them hate them hate them HATE THEM! Breaking down completely Clarice collapsed onto the couch and buried her face in one of the cushions. A soft breeze from the front door, which had been mistakenly left wide open, encircled the small living room and made Clarice shiver but she made no effort to get up and close it.
Later that night…
A dark figure stood in the doorway. Doctor Hannibal Lecter stepped soundlessly into the apartment, careful not to disturb anything. Ah Clarice he murmured to himself, I would think as a federal agent you would lock your doors..or at least close them. Carefully shutting the door behind him, Lecter crept silently along the pitch-black corridor towards the den.
Clarice slept silently on the sofa, her hair matted and stringy, stuck to her face with tears. Hannibal Lecter regarded her from a measured distance. Noticing how much she was shivering, he pulled a soft blanket from the linen closet and draped it over her totally unaware form.
With a smile, dr. Lecter crept out of the living room and out of the house, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Okay… who thinks I should continue… I'm just starting with these fics and erm… I want to know if they are good enough for me to continue… heh…
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