Pale and shaky as she was, Clarice managed to hold the phone to her ear without dropping it.
Dr. Lecter…she said again… what do you want?
She could almost see him smirking on the other line.
" Tsk tsk tsk Clarice… is that any way to greet an old friend?
Fear turned into anger and Clarice found herself suddenly fuming.
"What do you want Dr. Lecter?!?!?!
" Tsk Tsk Clarice… you don't need to get so worked up.
" Dr… you still haven't answered my question!
"All good things to those who wait" he replied teasingly
All of Clarice's anger left her and was replaced by frustration and helplessness.
Wait? She demanded, wait for what?!
Why, he replied, wait for our reunion of course
The line went dead.
*****
Clarice's breath hitched in her throat and the innocent looking telephone in her hand dropped to the ground with a small thud.
Oh my god…oh my f—cking god…Clambering off the seat, Clarice made a beeline for her house, not even bothering to acknowledge that would be the first place he would look for her.
Upon reaching her house, she was relived to find the door still securely locked. Quickly shoving the key in the lock, she fled inside and slammed the door behind her.
Damnit…that was close…Clarice collapsed onto the couch, mopping her sweaty forehead with her hand. Her heart was racing and cold sweat was trickling down her back.
She felt close to tears, and the false sense of security that she had always had in her years with the FBI was fading rapidly.
Suddenly she heard a noise behind her, it sounded like breathing. She spun around and her face was imideiatley covered with a chloroform soaked cloth.
Clarice struggled but he was stronger and in less than seven seconds she drifted into darkness.