Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, I'm just borrowing them
for a wee while. ( So I can have my wicked way with them ;)
Ok second instalment. Let me know what you think. Should I continue with this one? I'll post another chapter tomorrow depending on the reviews.
Taking them with a trembling hand she pushed the key into the ignition, glad that it didn't take too much thought. Casting a quick glance she could see he was slightly turned in his seat, his broad shoulder resting on the window, his gaze settled directly on her face. Quickly turning her head back to stare in front she realised that she hadn't spoken to him yet. Frowning a little she cleared her throat.
" Where are we going Dr Lecter?"
She was glad her voice sounded stronger than she felt. He smiled at her, a sight that made most people run screaming into the hills. Strange how it didn't have that effect on her she thought.
" Hello to you too, Clarice."
Before she had a chance to answer him he began speaking again, she closed her mouth quickly with a little snap.
" I must say Clarice that leaving the beurue has done wonders for you. You look well."
She looked at her folded hands in her lap.
" Thank you"
" You seem to have your evening all planned Clarice if the bottle of Jack Daniels in your shopping bags is anything to go by. I realise that I've come uninvited, so I wouldn't want to disrupt your plans any further. Why don't you start the engine and drive home."
Home. They were going to her house. Starting the engine she gently released the clutch and started forward, glad that the motions were coming naturally to her. The rest of the journey was continued in silence, something she was glad for, it gave her precious moments to formulate some sort of plan. Pulling up in front of her home she was actually surprised, she didn't remember driving here. Clarice didn't flinch when he moved towards her and put his hand down to her feet. Holding her breath she met his eyes for a second before he sat up straight again, her handbag clutched tightly in one hand. Smiling shortly at her he motioned for her to get out the car, he did the same. Moving around to the back of the car she opened the boot and again hoisted the bags into her arms, throwing the keys towards him without thinking about it. She was rewarded with another smile as they made their way up the steps, her leading, to the front door. Swinging the door opened he took a deep breath, before stepping back and letting her cross the threshold first. She made it half way down the hall when his quiet request stopped her.
" That's far enough Clarice"
She closed her eyes as she heard the almost silent footsteps approach her from behind, she didn't know if she were happy or sad when he walked past her and stood at the entrance to the kitchen, quickly looking around before stepping back and motioning for her to continue. She walked past him at the doorway, her arm lightly skimming his chest causing another involuntary shiver to run through her. Depositing the bags on the table she turned around to face him, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides.
" Why are you so nervous Clarice? I would have thought, after our last meeting that my feelings for you were perfectly obvious." He took a step towards her. She took a step back.
" Ahhhhhh." He said, " I see."
Taking a heavy breath Dr Lecter studied her as she stood, her eyes wide.
" Dr Lecter, I may no longer be an agent for the F.B.I, but I."
" But you what Clarice? Still have a duty to perform? And who are the masters you serve now I wonder? Is it the American people?" he laughed shortly
" Clarice you are no more a patriot then I am. What scares you the most is not I, but yourself. Tell me Clarice what do you dream about these days? When you wake up in a tangle of sheets, your breathing heavy, whose name is on your lips? It is certainly not the F.B.I." he enjoyed the slight blush that crept over her otherwise pale face.
" Nor do I think it is fear or the screaming of the lambs that makes you moan in your sleep."
"Stop" she half shouted, surprising even herself. There was a moment of quiet regard before she spoke. Her breathing was oddly a little heavier.
" Dr Lecter please.." a pleading look crossed her eyes as they stood not five feet from each other.
Lifting the handbag again at his feet he unzipped it and pulled out her gun. Checking the chamber he thumbed the safety off and loaded it. Clarice watched with a grim face as he walked towards her. She didn't feel anymore fear now than she did at the Chesapeake. Standing only an arm reach reach away he held the gun towards her and locked his dark eyes with hers.
" Take it Clarice. Isn't this what you want? What you have wanted for ten years? I'm giving you the chance Clarice. I'm handing my life to you on a silver platter. Take the gun Clarice." He watched as a single tear left a watery trail down her cheek.
" Take it," he said a little more forcefully
With a trembling hand Clarice took the gun from his grasp, her arm fell to her side as she held it.
" What's wrong Clarice? Why the hesitation? Hold on maybe this will help a little."
Clarice watched as his harpy slipped into his hand from his sleeve. She jumped when he snapped the blade open, hypnotised by the play of light on the curved steel.
" Is this better Clarice? Now you can kill me with a clear conscience."
Taking a quick step towards her she raised her gun automatically, her shaking hands causing the point of the gun to jolt from side to side.
" Don't do this," she whispered, tears openly running their course
He took another small step towards her causing the barrel to touch his chest.
" C'mon Clarice, one reflex in your finger and I'll be gone from your life forever." His voice was lower now. It distantly reminded her of Memphis.
She was shaking her head from side to side gently, her breathing coming in short gasps.
" I can't do this," she whispered brokenly.
" Sure you can Clarice." He could feel the barrel biting his skin as he leaned forward slightly.
His voice came as a gentle caress across her face.
" Pull the trigger"
" I Cant!!" she shouted into his face, knowing if he took a step backwards her gun arm would fall lifeless to her side once more.
" Why Clarice? Why can't you take my life?" he said just as strongly, forcing her eyes to meet his, holding her hostage with his unblinking eyes.
" Because.."
" Because what Clarice. Say it"
" Because I love you!!!!"
Taking a step back, Hannibal watched as the gun slipped from her hand and fell to the stone floor. His eyes looked from the gun to where Clarice was slowly sliding down the front of the cupboards, her arms wrapping around herself.
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Well? Should I continue???? Let me know.
Ok second instalment. Let me know what you think. Should I continue with this one? I'll post another chapter tomorrow depending on the reviews.
Taking them with a trembling hand she pushed the key into the ignition, glad that it didn't take too much thought. Casting a quick glance she could see he was slightly turned in his seat, his broad shoulder resting on the window, his gaze settled directly on her face. Quickly turning her head back to stare in front she realised that she hadn't spoken to him yet. Frowning a little she cleared her throat.
" Where are we going Dr Lecter?"
She was glad her voice sounded stronger than she felt. He smiled at her, a sight that made most people run screaming into the hills. Strange how it didn't have that effect on her she thought.
" Hello to you too, Clarice."
Before she had a chance to answer him he began speaking again, she closed her mouth quickly with a little snap.
" I must say Clarice that leaving the beurue has done wonders for you. You look well."
She looked at her folded hands in her lap.
" Thank you"
" You seem to have your evening all planned Clarice if the bottle of Jack Daniels in your shopping bags is anything to go by. I realise that I've come uninvited, so I wouldn't want to disrupt your plans any further. Why don't you start the engine and drive home."
Home. They were going to her house. Starting the engine she gently released the clutch and started forward, glad that the motions were coming naturally to her. The rest of the journey was continued in silence, something she was glad for, it gave her precious moments to formulate some sort of plan. Pulling up in front of her home she was actually surprised, she didn't remember driving here. Clarice didn't flinch when he moved towards her and put his hand down to her feet. Holding her breath she met his eyes for a second before he sat up straight again, her handbag clutched tightly in one hand. Smiling shortly at her he motioned for her to get out the car, he did the same. Moving around to the back of the car she opened the boot and again hoisted the bags into her arms, throwing the keys towards him without thinking about it. She was rewarded with another smile as they made their way up the steps, her leading, to the front door. Swinging the door opened he took a deep breath, before stepping back and letting her cross the threshold first. She made it half way down the hall when his quiet request stopped her.
" That's far enough Clarice"
She closed her eyes as she heard the almost silent footsteps approach her from behind, she didn't know if she were happy or sad when he walked past her and stood at the entrance to the kitchen, quickly looking around before stepping back and motioning for her to continue. She walked past him at the doorway, her arm lightly skimming his chest causing another involuntary shiver to run through her. Depositing the bags on the table she turned around to face him, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides.
" Why are you so nervous Clarice? I would have thought, after our last meeting that my feelings for you were perfectly obvious." He took a step towards her. She took a step back.
" Ahhhhhh." He said, " I see."
Taking a heavy breath Dr Lecter studied her as she stood, her eyes wide.
" Dr Lecter, I may no longer be an agent for the F.B.I, but I."
" But you what Clarice? Still have a duty to perform? And who are the masters you serve now I wonder? Is it the American people?" he laughed shortly
" Clarice you are no more a patriot then I am. What scares you the most is not I, but yourself. Tell me Clarice what do you dream about these days? When you wake up in a tangle of sheets, your breathing heavy, whose name is on your lips? It is certainly not the F.B.I." he enjoyed the slight blush that crept over her otherwise pale face.
" Nor do I think it is fear or the screaming of the lambs that makes you moan in your sleep."
"Stop" she half shouted, surprising even herself. There was a moment of quiet regard before she spoke. Her breathing was oddly a little heavier.
" Dr Lecter please.." a pleading look crossed her eyes as they stood not five feet from each other.
Lifting the handbag again at his feet he unzipped it and pulled out her gun. Checking the chamber he thumbed the safety off and loaded it. Clarice watched with a grim face as he walked towards her. She didn't feel anymore fear now than she did at the Chesapeake. Standing only an arm reach reach away he held the gun towards her and locked his dark eyes with hers.
" Take it Clarice. Isn't this what you want? What you have wanted for ten years? I'm giving you the chance Clarice. I'm handing my life to you on a silver platter. Take the gun Clarice." He watched as a single tear left a watery trail down her cheek.
" Take it," he said a little more forcefully
With a trembling hand Clarice took the gun from his grasp, her arm fell to her side as she held it.
" What's wrong Clarice? Why the hesitation? Hold on maybe this will help a little."
Clarice watched as his harpy slipped into his hand from his sleeve. She jumped when he snapped the blade open, hypnotised by the play of light on the curved steel.
" Is this better Clarice? Now you can kill me with a clear conscience."
Taking a quick step towards her she raised her gun automatically, her shaking hands causing the point of the gun to jolt from side to side.
" Don't do this," she whispered, tears openly running their course
He took another small step towards her causing the barrel to touch his chest.
" C'mon Clarice, one reflex in your finger and I'll be gone from your life forever." His voice was lower now. It distantly reminded her of Memphis.
She was shaking her head from side to side gently, her breathing coming in short gasps.
" I can't do this," she whispered brokenly.
" Sure you can Clarice." He could feel the barrel biting his skin as he leaned forward slightly.
His voice came as a gentle caress across her face.
" Pull the trigger"
" I Cant!!" she shouted into his face, knowing if he took a step backwards her gun arm would fall lifeless to her side once more.
" Why Clarice? Why can't you take my life?" he said just as strongly, forcing her eyes to meet his, holding her hostage with his unblinking eyes.
" Because.."
" Because what Clarice. Say it"
" Because I love you!!!!"
Taking a step back, Hannibal watched as the gun slipped from her hand and fell to the stone floor. His eyes looked from the gun to where Clarice was slowly sliding down the front of the cupboards, her arms wrapping around herself.
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Well? Should I continue???? Let me know.