A/N: Wee, okie dokie. Here is the 3rd chapter! I hope you liked the last
one! I was in a, um, special mood you could say. I think I keep on getting
more and more OOC as I go on. So, please don't get mad at me, I don't feel
like getting hurt! I'm having fun! There is one more chapter after this so
it is almost done with!! Thanks! Enjoy all you lovely people! And I would
love to thank all those people who reviewed! Thank you ever so much, you
made me feel loved! I'm loved!! Please keep em coming.if you have time that
is!
Disclaimers: Nope, once again don't own em! Wish I did, but I don't.
Chapter three
Clarice grabbed her under garments and put them on and soon moved to her olive kaki pants. She was having some difficulty putting them on since she was bruised. She put one leg in and lost her balance falling to the floor with a big thump.
"Ouch!"
"Clarice, are you alright in there," Hannibal asked through the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry," Clarice remarked as she was getting up.
"Are you sure? You don't need help getting dressed," Hannibal asked with a smirk.
"No, I'm sure I can do this on my own. Thank you very much!"
She finally finished getting on her pants without killing herself. Now it was to the shirt. She picked it up and shuddered. She didn't feel like wearing something covered with blood and had a large hole in it. She let go of the shirt watching it fall to the floor.
'And I really liked that shirt,' she said to herself.
"Dr.Lecter, you don't have an extra shirt by any chance, do you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Just put one of Paul's shirts on."
"Um, must I? *sigh* I guess I'll have to."
She went to Paul's closet and opened it. By her surprise there were some clothes from his wife. 'That's a relief', Clarice thought to herself. She took out a normal white blouse and placed it on. As she was heading to the door, it hit her again. What happened to Paul? She decided to stay in the room while she was going to ask Dr.Lecter.
"By the way Doctor. What did you do to Paul? Where is he?"
Hannibal let out a small chuckle before he answered. Clarice knew that couldn't be good.
"Well, first I think you know what I did with him, and part of him is in you, my dear."
"In me? What do.Oh my god!"
Clarice ran to the bathroom, holding her hand to her mouth and slammed the door behind her. She began to puke up her meal in the toilet. She was so disgusted. She couldn't believe she actually consumed Paul Krendler. She lurched again at the thought that she ate another human, but not just any other human, but Paul.
"Clarice, are you alright," Hannibal, said as he knocked on the bathroom door.
"No, I ...* puke* am not alright!"
She was soon finished with hurling her dinner. She washed out her mouth with mouthwash and washed her face. She swung open the door, nearly missing Hannibal. She was very pissed off at the moment.
"Clarice, I was kidding. I didn't feed him to you, that would be absurd," Hannibal said, while keeping in his chuckle.
"What!? So I just puked for no reason? I just wasted my dinner? Why you little."
Clarice charged at Hannibal like a rhino and pounced on him like a lion. Dr.Lecter was down before he saw it coming. There was a bit of a battle between the two, but Hannibal soon over powered his little Starling. She wasn't as strong as Hannibal was, and she was also injured in many ways. He pushed her off and had her pinned to the ground. Clarice was furious and breathing hard. Hannibal liked this side of Clarice for some un-none reason.
"Clarice, that was a very dense move you just pulled on me, you know that right"
He gave her an evil glare, and a smile to go along with it.
Clarice just stared at him with that 'Oh, you've pushed my limits' look. She used a very useful maneuver she had learned at the FBI academy to get Lecter off her. She ran to the end table near the top of the stairs. She grabbed her gun off the table and got into shooting form aiming at Dr.Lecter.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot you!"
"Why, this seems familiar, doesn't it?"
"No, I mean it Doctor! You have had enough of your 'little' games tonight! And now.hey. Why does my gun feel lighter?"
She looked at the gun a noticed there were no bullets in it. She threw the gun to the floor in anger.
"What the hell!? You took out the bullets, didn't you? I should have known."
"Yes, yes I did Clarice. Very good. Took you a while before you noticed. That's not very good for an FBI agent, you could have been killed if it were different circumstances," Hannibal said has he held the bullet case, waving it in front of Clarice.
"This is not fair!"
"Life isn't fair, now is it Clarice."
"What do you mean? Life is perfectly fair.in certain ways."
"Well, obviously not in any way, when it comes to your life. Think about, Clarice."
Clarice just stared at him with some sorrow deep in her eyes. He knew that Clarice knew what he meant.
"What do you mean when you say that, Doctor?"
"Aw, but Clarice, you already know. You don't need me to point out the obvious.or do you, Clarice?"
Clarice waited to respond and finally came up with something.
"You know, I really wish you weren't a psychiatrist," she said furiously.
At that, she began to wobble back to the stairs. Hannibal snatched her arm and pulled her rather roughly to him, making only a few inches between them. He locked his dark maroon eyes with her soft hazel ones and began to speak.
"Now, why do you say that?"
"Because.just because! I mean you always..your just to smart," Clarice blurted out as she tried to pull away from his grasp, but he had too good of a grip on her.
She began to breathe deeper than she was, and looked confused on what she was trying to say.
"Clarice, you aren't making much sense. Just because I'm smart isn't a good reason on why you wish I wasn't a psychiatrist," Hannibal remarked.
"Okay, fine! Do you really wish to know?"
"Yes, I would Clarice."
"Then first let go of me and I will tell you."
Hannibal nodded and released his hold. Clarice backed away to get some space. She straightened out her shirt and cleared her throat.
"I wish you weren't a psychiatrist because you're always getting into my head and.and you always know what I'm feeling or thinking! And then you say those things that make me feel like I want to die. You make me realize how much I'm hated in this world! I already know that, you don't need to keep on pointing it out!"
"Clarice, it wouldn't matter if I were or weren't a psychiatrist, that comes naturally to me. It always has. It is sort of a sixth sense, you could say. And I'm terribly sorry I made you feel like, Clarice. I never meant to hurt you in such a way. Please forgive me."
" Well you did hurt me, I may have never shown it, but you did. And don't say you're sorry, because I know you don't mean it. If you really didn't try and make me feel like that, you would know when to stop saying those things you said. You would have known when to stop. But no, you never did. You just kept on making it worse and worse," Clarice said as she turned away so she wasn't facing Dr.Lecter.
Clarice started to cry, her tears were falling down her face slowly. She felt so depressed she just wanted to run away, and leave his site. Hannibal began to feel bad for what he had done to his little Starling. He truly didn't mean to hurt her. All he wanted was for her to see her life in a different way. He supposed it didn't work.
Hannibal walked gradually to Clarice placed his hand on her shoulder. She pushed it off forcefully and wiped away her tears that were falling faster now.
"No, don't touch me. You've already hurt me enough. I want you to go. I'll give you a 15 minute head start before I call the police."
Disclaimers: Nope, once again don't own em! Wish I did, but I don't.
Chapter three
Clarice grabbed her under garments and put them on and soon moved to her olive kaki pants. She was having some difficulty putting them on since she was bruised. She put one leg in and lost her balance falling to the floor with a big thump.
"Ouch!"
"Clarice, are you alright in there," Hannibal asked through the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry," Clarice remarked as she was getting up.
"Are you sure? You don't need help getting dressed," Hannibal asked with a smirk.
"No, I'm sure I can do this on my own. Thank you very much!"
She finally finished getting on her pants without killing herself. Now it was to the shirt. She picked it up and shuddered. She didn't feel like wearing something covered with blood and had a large hole in it. She let go of the shirt watching it fall to the floor.
'And I really liked that shirt,' she said to herself.
"Dr.Lecter, you don't have an extra shirt by any chance, do you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Just put one of Paul's shirts on."
"Um, must I? *sigh* I guess I'll have to."
She went to Paul's closet and opened it. By her surprise there were some clothes from his wife. 'That's a relief', Clarice thought to herself. She took out a normal white blouse and placed it on. As she was heading to the door, it hit her again. What happened to Paul? She decided to stay in the room while she was going to ask Dr.Lecter.
"By the way Doctor. What did you do to Paul? Where is he?"
Hannibal let out a small chuckle before he answered. Clarice knew that couldn't be good.
"Well, first I think you know what I did with him, and part of him is in you, my dear."
"In me? What do.Oh my god!"
Clarice ran to the bathroom, holding her hand to her mouth and slammed the door behind her. She began to puke up her meal in the toilet. She was so disgusted. She couldn't believe she actually consumed Paul Krendler. She lurched again at the thought that she ate another human, but not just any other human, but Paul.
"Clarice, are you alright," Hannibal, said as he knocked on the bathroom door.
"No, I ...* puke* am not alright!"
She was soon finished with hurling her dinner. She washed out her mouth with mouthwash and washed her face. She swung open the door, nearly missing Hannibal. She was very pissed off at the moment.
"Clarice, I was kidding. I didn't feed him to you, that would be absurd," Hannibal said, while keeping in his chuckle.
"What!? So I just puked for no reason? I just wasted my dinner? Why you little."
Clarice charged at Hannibal like a rhino and pounced on him like a lion. Dr.Lecter was down before he saw it coming. There was a bit of a battle between the two, but Hannibal soon over powered his little Starling. She wasn't as strong as Hannibal was, and she was also injured in many ways. He pushed her off and had her pinned to the ground. Clarice was furious and breathing hard. Hannibal liked this side of Clarice for some un-none reason.
"Clarice, that was a very dense move you just pulled on me, you know that right"
He gave her an evil glare, and a smile to go along with it.
Clarice just stared at him with that 'Oh, you've pushed my limits' look. She used a very useful maneuver she had learned at the FBI academy to get Lecter off her. She ran to the end table near the top of the stairs. She grabbed her gun off the table and got into shooting form aiming at Dr.Lecter.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot you!"
"Why, this seems familiar, doesn't it?"
"No, I mean it Doctor! You have had enough of your 'little' games tonight! And now.hey. Why does my gun feel lighter?"
She looked at the gun a noticed there were no bullets in it. She threw the gun to the floor in anger.
"What the hell!? You took out the bullets, didn't you? I should have known."
"Yes, yes I did Clarice. Very good. Took you a while before you noticed. That's not very good for an FBI agent, you could have been killed if it were different circumstances," Hannibal said has he held the bullet case, waving it in front of Clarice.
"This is not fair!"
"Life isn't fair, now is it Clarice."
"What do you mean? Life is perfectly fair.in certain ways."
"Well, obviously not in any way, when it comes to your life. Think about, Clarice."
Clarice just stared at him with some sorrow deep in her eyes. He knew that Clarice knew what he meant.
"What do you mean when you say that, Doctor?"
"Aw, but Clarice, you already know. You don't need me to point out the obvious.or do you, Clarice?"
Clarice waited to respond and finally came up with something.
"You know, I really wish you weren't a psychiatrist," she said furiously.
At that, she began to wobble back to the stairs. Hannibal snatched her arm and pulled her rather roughly to him, making only a few inches between them. He locked his dark maroon eyes with her soft hazel ones and began to speak.
"Now, why do you say that?"
"Because.just because! I mean you always..your just to smart," Clarice blurted out as she tried to pull away from his grasp, but he had too good of a grip on her.
She began to breathe deeper than she was, and looked confused on what she was trying to say.
"Clarice, you aren't making much sense. Just because I'm smart isn't a good reason on why you wish I wasn't a psychiatrist," Hannibal remarked.
"Okay, fine! Do you really wish to know?"
"Yes, I would Clarice."
"Then first let go of me and I will tell you."
Hannibal nodded and released his hold. Clarice backed away to get some space. She straightened out her shirt and cleared her throat.
"I wish you weren't a psychiatrist because you're always getting into my head and.and you always know what I'm feeling or thinking! And then you say those things that make me feel like I want to die. You make me realize how much I'm hated in this world! I already know that, you don't need to keep on pointing it out!"
"Clarice, it wouldn't matter if I were or weren't a psychiatrist, that comes naturally to me. It always has. It is sort of a sixth sense, you could say. And I'm terribly sorry I made you feel like, Clarice. I never meant to hurt you in such a way. Please forgive me."
" Well you did hurt me, I may have never shown it, but you did. And don't say you're sorry, because I know you don't mean it. If you really didn't try and make me feel like that, you would know when to stop saying those things you said. You would have known when to stop. But no, you never did. You just kept on making it worse and worse," Clarice said as she turned away so she wasn't facing Dr.Lecter.
Clarice started to cry, her tears were falling down her face slowly. She felt so depressed she just wanted to run away, and leave his site. Hannibal began to feel bad for what he had done to his little Starling. He truly didn't mean to hurt her. All he wanted was for her to see her life in a different way. He supposed it didn't work.
Hannibal walked gradually to Clarice placed his hand on her shoulder. She pushed it off forcefully and wiped away her tears that were falling faster now.
"No, don't touch me. You've already hurt me enough. I want you to go. I'll give you a 15 minute head start before I call the police."