A/N: Okie dokie, here be the 2nd chapter. Sorry it took so
long to write. I've just been a little busy.ok fine, I've
been lazy! There I admitted it! This chapter is a little
different. It's a bit funnier. Perhaps a little out of
character but that's okay! But thank you for your reviews.
They made me happy. I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!(
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own em, never will! And I don't own the song "I'm a Bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother", Merythi Brooks does. Heee it's a goooood song!
Chapter two
"Clarice, I'm going to get you something to eat. You need your strength. Now, I don't want you trying to escape again. You're going to end up killing yourself."
Clarice just looked at him and blinked a couple of times before replying.
"Okay," was the only thing she felt like saying at the moment. She was to exhausted to speak.
Hannibal left her site and walked into the kitchen. As soon as she saw the door close to the kitchen, she attempted to get up. She yelped in pain when she put pressure on her leg. Clarice just decided to sit back down and stay seated. She knew she should wait until she ate so she would have her strength back. Soon Hannibal walked out of the kitchen holding a silver tray with a glass of water, a plate with veggies on it with some sort of meat, and a bowl of broth. The scent reached her nose and made her close her eyes to savor the delicious scent. She sat up on the couch so she would have a better posture to eat.
"Clarice, by the look on your face, it looks like you could scarf this down the three minutes," Hannibal remarked.
Clarice just stared at the scrumptious looking food with wide eyes. She hadn't even notice Hannibal said anything. Hannibal grinned and placed the tray beside her on the couch.
"Bon appetite!"
Clarice grabbed the fork and knife and began stuffing her face with the delicious food. She practically didn't even taste the food, just inhaled it. Hannibal, surprisingly, didn't look disgusted in how she was eating. He just let out a low chuckle as if he were amused. Clarice looked up at him chuckling in the recliner. She swallowed the food that was in her mouth and gave him a questioning look.
"What's so funny, Doctor?"
He grinned and got up from the recliner. He walked to the couch and sat beside her. Clarice moved a slight inch from Hannibal, making sure to keep some distance.
"Just the way your eating Clarice. And plus, you have food all over your face like a child."
Hannibal took the napkin and started to wipe the off her face slowly. He locked eyes with her and began to think to himself how beautiful his little starling was, even with band-aids on her face. She broke the gaze and took her glass of water and took a gulp or two.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Clarice, anytime." He smiled at her and pushed the strands of auburn hair on her cheek to the side. Clarice closed her eyes and flinched a little at his touch. Although she liked his touch, it was comforting in a way.
Clarice finished her meal and was satisfied. Hannibal took the tray back to the kitchen, and came back. He picked up Clarice gently and began walking to the stairs.
"OW! What are you doing," she demanded!
He began to walk up the stairs with Clarice in his arms. This whole carrying "the Clarice" was getting to be a well-known situation.
"I'm taking you upstairs to take a shower and to get changed into different clothes. By the way, I spent quite a lot of money on that dress, Clarice. I really wish you hadn't ruined it. And you ruined the lovely shoes that went with it. It was quite a lovely ensemble, I must say. Just wasted my money I suppose. "
Clarice didn't know what to say, she just began to stutter.
"Uh..we.well, sorry then. You know, not like I planned on ruining the dress you got me. And hey, I didn't even plan on this whole night! So don't even begin to give me a guilt trip! This whole event was your idea!"
Hannibal reached the room and placed her on the bed then walked towards the window.
"Hey! I was talking to you Dr.Lecter! Don't ignore me!" Clarice was turning red and breathing hard.
Hannibal closed the open window and covered them with the blinds. He just loved pushing Clarice to her limits. This excited him; this excited him quite a bit.
Clarice got so fed up with him ignoring her she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him fiercely. The soft pillow hit Hannibal in the back of his head. Clarice gasped, and took the covers and enclosed herself with them. Hannibal turned around quickly and darted to the bed. He hauled the covers off Clarice and exposed her to him. Clarice stared at him hoping he wouldn't do anything to her. He put his hands over her shoulders and stared into her eyes.
"Don't ever pull anything like that again on me, Clarice," Hannibal roared at her.
Hannibal released his hold as Clarice shook her head.
"Sorry," she whispered. She didn't know a pillow could do so much damage.
Hannibal sighed and began to walk to the door.
"Its just you were ignoring me, and I cant stand to be ignored. I've been ignored all my life and it's just getting on my nerves."
"Clarice, its okay. I must admit I over reacted. If you wanted to have a pillow fight, you should have let me know." He smiled. "Now, just take a shower and get dressed. I'll leave your clothes on the bed," Hannibal said as he closed the door.
Clarice sighed and thanked god he didn't do anything rational. She got up and walked to the bathroom. She shuddered at the thought that Paul Krendler had used it. Then something hit her. 'Where is Paul? Hum, oh well. Whatever Hannibal did to him, he most likely deserved it,' she thought to herself. She didn't really care to think of Paul, the scumbag!
She got undressed and slid into the shower. The warm water hit her delicate skin making her bit her lip as it touched her wounds. She soon got used to it and felt relieved. Clarice began to sing a tune while in the shower.
"I hate the world today. You're so good to me, I know but I can't change. Try to tell you but you look at me like maybe im an angel underneath. Innocent and sweet."
Hannibal walked in the room and placed her clothes on the bed. He looked at the bathroom door and heard Clarice singing. He took a seat and decided to listen for a while. She had a pretty good voice for an FBI agent.
"Yesterday I cried you must have been relieved to see the softer side. I can understand how you'd be so confused, I don't envy you, I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one! I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed."
Hannibal began to chuckle loud in amusement. 'What kind of song is this?' he thought to himself. His laughter grew louder and soon Clarice heard him. She stopped singing and put her head to the wall.
"Oh god. He heard me sing. Not good, not good," she whispered to herself.
She turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. She stepped outside the bathroom and the first thing she saw was Hannibal laughing. She gave him a look, which shut him up, but he was still smiling.
"You know Clarice, you should have been a singer."
"Shut up."
"I'm sorry, I was just placing your clothes on the bed and I overheard you singing so I decided I would stay and listen. Please forgive me."
"You're forgiven, but could you leave so I could get dress? Or do you want to watch me get dress too? Perhaps I'll give you a little dance." She teased. Trying to make the best out of this situation.
" No, I'll leave. I wouldn't want to invade your privacy," he said as he left.
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Okie dokie, I'm going to stop there for now! Hope you liked it! Please leave a review if you have time!
~Holly~( ( lookie, it be a happy face!
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own em, never will! And I don't own the song "I'm a Bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother", Merythi Brooks does. Heee it's a goooood song!
Chapter two
"Clarice, I'm going to get you something to eat. You need your strength. Now, I don't want you trying to escape again. You're going to end up killing yourself."
Clarice just looked at him and blinked a couple of times before replying.
"Okay," was the only thing she felt like saying at the moment. She was to exhausted to speak.
Hannibal left her site and walked into the kitchen. As soon as she saw the door close to the kitchen, she attempted to get up. She yelped in pain when she put pressure on her leg. Clarice just decided to sit back down and stay seated. She knew she should wait until she ate so she would have her strength back. Soon Hannibal walked out of the kitchen holding a silver tray with a glass of water, a plate with veggies on it with some sort of meat, and a bowl of broth. The scent reached her nose and made her close her eyes to savor the delicious scent. She sat up on the couch so she would have a better posture to eat.
"Clarice, by the look on your face, it looks like you could scarf this down the three minutes," Hannibal remarked.
Clarice just stared at the scrumptious looking food with wide eyes. She hadn't even notice Hannibal said anything. Hannibal grinned and placed the tray beside her on the couch.
"Bon appetite!"
Clarice grabbed the fork and knife and began stuffing her face with the delicious food. She practically didn't even taste the food, just inhaled it. Hannibal, surprisingly, didn't look disgusted in how she was eating. He just let out a low chuckle as if he were amused. Clarice looked up at him chuckling in the recliner. She swallowed the food that was in her mouth and gave him a questioning look.
"What's so funny, Doctor?"
He grinned and got up from the recliner. He walked to the couch and sat beside her. Clarice moved a slight inch from Hannibal, making sure to keep some distance.
"Just the way your eating Clarice. And plus, you have food all over your face like a child."
Hannibal took the napkin and started to wipe the off her face slowly. He locked eyes with her and began to think to himself how beautiful his little starling was, even with band-aids on her face. She broke the gaze and took her glass of water and took a gulp or two.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Clarice, anytime." He smiled at her and pushed the strands of auburn hair on her cheek to the side. Clarice closed her eyes and flinched a little at his touch. Although she liked his touch, it was comforting in a way.
Clarice finished her meal and was satisfied. Hannibal took the tray back to the kitchen, and came back. He picked up Clarice gently and began walking to the stairs.
"OW! What are you doing," she demanded!
He began to walk up the stairs with Clarice in his arms. This whole carrying "the Clarice" was getting to be a well-known situation.
"I'm taking you upstairs to take a shower and to get changed into different clothes. By the way, I spent quite a lot of money on that dress, Clarice. I really wish you hadn't ruined it. And you ruined the lovely shoes that went with it. It was quite a lovely ensemble, I must say. Just wasted my money I suppose. "
Clarice didn't know what to say, she just began to stutter.
"Uh..we.well, sorry then. You know, not like I planned on ruining the dress you got me. And hey, I didn't even plan on this whole night! So don't even begin to give me a guilt trip! This whole event was your idea!"
Hannibal reached the room and placed her on the bed then walked towards the window.
"Hey! I was talking to you Dr.Lecter! Don't ignore me!" Clarice was turning red and breathing hard.
Hannibal closed the open window and covered them with the blinds. He just loved pushing Clarice to her limits. This excited him; this excited him quite a bit.
Clarice got so fed up with him ignoring her she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him fiercely. The soft pillow hit Hannibal in the back of his head. Clarice gasped, and took the covers and enclosed herself with them. Hannibal turned around quickly and darted to the bed. He hauled the covers off Clarice and exposed her to him. Clarice stared at him hoping he wouldn't do anything to her. He put his hands over her shoulders and stared into her eyes.
"Don't ever pull anything like that again on me, Clarice," Hannibal roared at her.
Hannibal released his hold as Clarice shook her head.
"Sorry," she whispered. She didn't know a pillow could do so much damage.
Hannibal sighed and began to walk to the door.
"Its just you were ignoring me, and I cant stand to be ignored. I've been ignored all my life and it's just getting on my nerves."
"Clarice, its okay. I must admit I over reacted. If you wanted to have a pillow fight, you should have let me know." He smiled. "Now, just take a shower and get dressed. I'll leave your clothes on the bed," Hannibal said as he closed the door.
Clarice sighed and thanked god he didn't do anything rational. She got up and walked to the bathroom. She shuddered at the thought that Paul Krendler had used it. Then something hit her. 'Where is Paul? Hum, oh well. Whatever Hannibal did to him, he most likely deserved it,' she thought to herself. She didn't really care to think of Paul, the scumbag!
She got undressed and slid into the shower. The warm water hit her delicate skin making her bit her lip as it touched her wounds. She soon got used to it and felt relieved. Clarice began to sing a tune while in the shower.
"I hate the world today. You're so good to me, I know but I can't change. Try to tell you but you look at me like maybe im an angel underneath. Innocent and sweet."
Hannibal walked in the room and placed her clothes on the bed. He looked at the bathroom door and heard Clarice singing. He took a seat and decided to listen for a while. She had a pretty good voice for an FBI agent.
"Yesterday I cried you must have been relieved to see the softer side. I can understand how you'd be so confused, I don't envy you, I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one! I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed."
Hannibal began to chuckle loud in amusement. 'What kind of song is this?' he thought to himself. His laughter grew louder and soon Clarice heard him. She stopped singing and put her head to the wall.
"Oh god. He heard me sing. Not good, not good," she whispered to herself.
She turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. She stepped outside the bathroom and the first thing she saw was Hannibal laughing. She gave him a look, which shut him up, but he was still smiling.
"You know Clarice, you should have been a singer."
"Shut up."
"I'm sorry, I was just placing your clothes on the bed and I overheard you singing so I decided I would stay and listen. Please forgive me."
"You're forgiven, but could you leave so I could get dress? Or do you want to watch me get dress too? Perhaps I'll give you a little dance." She teased. Trying to make the best out of this situation.
" No, I'll leave. I wouldn't want to invade your privacy," he said as he left.
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Okie dokie, I'm going to stop there for now! Hope you liked it! Please leave a review if you have time!
~Holly~( ( lookie, it be a happy face!