Later that night, Lecter was discussing his past life of Clarice with
Veronica. Both strong women that were abandoned knew how to handle weapons,
fight, nearly same height, stunning blue eyes, but Veronica had a better
taste in style and shoes than Clarice did. He noticed it right away; the
want to fulfill as well as Clarice did to her father. Wanting to have
Daddy's approval.
She was just cleaning up and about to serve dinner when a knock came at the door. She looked at him acknowledging that he should not be having visitors. That it might be the police having tracked him down. She opened the door, and to her surprise it was her uncle's associates. They all came in smelling of cheap cologne, cigarettes, alchol, and of hair gel. Distainfully she let them in, and immediately set to work.
Locking the door, kicked two goons to the ground. Kicking one surprised to the ground in the face after that. She was shot however in the side by one still conscieous goon. She stomped on his hand with the gun with the end of her heel, causing him to howl in pain. From what seemed nowhere Lecter emerged having killed the two previous men, and then the one that shot Veronica. She smiled and went to the kitchen. Before collapsing she held her head high.
"Dinner is served Dr. Lecter."
With that she toppeled to the ground, messes of dark brown hair black sheer dress, heels, and all. My, my what stunning parallels. Lecter thought to himself, better get that bullet out.
After sewing up Veronica he set her down. She was just the same as Clarice, and unfortunately he had to remove her clothing so that he could attend to her would as he did with Clarice. He laid her on the bed with some morphine in his black robe. He went downstairs to attend to the mess and then dinner. Before that, he smelled a strong distinctive odor of alchol. Whipping around with his harpy at hand, he came face to face with Veronica's uncle.
"You killed my brother!"
"Manners manners, it was either him or me. And now it's either you or me."
Lecter hissed the last part and swiped at his neck making a quick slice through his throat. Tisk Tisk he thought to himself. It seems I should better leave, too much of a mess, and my meal is getting cold.
She was just cleaning up and about to serve dinner when a knock came at the door. She looked at him acknowledging that he should not be having visitors. That it might be the police having tracked him down. She opened the door, and to her surprise it was her uncle's associates. They all came in smelling of cheap cologne, cigarettes, alchol, and of hair gel. Distainfully she let them in, and immediately set to work.
Locking the door, kicked two goons to the ground. Kicking one surprised to the ground in the face after that. She was shot however in the side by one still conscieous goon. She stomped on his hand with the gun with the end of her heel, causing him to howl in pain. From what seemed nowhere Lecter emerged having killed the two previous men, and then the one that shot Veronica. She smiled and went to the kitchen. Before collapsing she held her head high.
"Dinner is served Dr. Lecter."
With that she toppeled to the ground, messes of dark brown hair black sheer dress, heels, and all. My, my what stunning parallels. Lecter thought to himself, better get that bullet out.
After sewing up Veronica he set her down. She was just the same as Clarice, and unfortunately he had to remove her clothing so that he could attend to her would as he did with Clarice. He laid her on the bed with some morphine in his black robe. He went downstairs to attend to the mess and then dinner. Before that, he smelled a strong distinctive odor of alchol. Whipping around with his harpy at hand, he came face to face with Veronica's uncle.
"You killed my brother!"
"Manners manners, it was either him or me. And now it's either you or me."
Lecter hissed the last part and swiped at his neck making a quick slice through his throat. Tisk Tisk he thought to himself. It seems I should better leave, too much of a mess, and my meal is getting cold.