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Clarice's eyes shot from the mirror to his calm face, her heartbeat sounding in her ears.
" What do I do?" her voice was higher than normal and trembling.
Glancing over to her he noticed the slight shaking in her shoulders from holding the steering wheel so tightly.
" If they flash their lights behind you pull over."
A small flash of light seen from the corner of her eye caused her to turn her head. When she saw the unfolded harpy, the car swerved dangerously to the side. Pulling it back under control, her breathing was unsteady as she spoke.
" I can't let you do that"
Dr Lecter turned angry eyes towards her, his fist gripping the harpy, his knuckles white.
" Then what would you have me do Clarice? Hmmm? Walk up to them with my wrists held together? Is that what you want? To see me back behind bars?"
She directed her own frightened and angry stare towards him.
" You know that's not what I want!"
His tone softened and he placed the harpy out of her line of vision.
" Clarice you chose to be here with me. That choice brought with it the life of a fugitive, and that's what you became the minute you stepped into the car. I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear but it's the hard truth."
Clarice blinked the tears from her eyes as she looked back to the mirror, they didn't have much longer.
" I can't let you kill them," she whispered, a determined look crossing her face.
Dr Lecter studied her face, his own grim.
" Clarice I wont go back behind bars. I will stop anyone who try's with whatever means necessary." His voice was dangerous, the silent warning ringing clear.
Clarice looked back in the mirror as the single police patrol car came up fast behind them, its lights bright in the darkening sky. Without looking over to him, she indicated and started slowing the car, pulling it gently to the dusty side of the road. The police car seemed to pick up speed as she pulled over, and looking out her window she made out the raised hand of thanks from the officer as he sped past.
The single drop of blood that hung at the end of the blade shone in the light thrown by the high moon. Ever so slowly he raised it to his lips, feeling the coolness of the droplet it as it touched his bottom lip, the sweet metallic taste as it came in contact with his tongue.
While savouring the sensations he let his mind roam freely, the cooling body at his feet still staring, its eyes trapped open in the fear it had felt in the last minutes.
This kill wasn't satisfying. He had felt none of the enjoyment, as he cut through skin and bone, as he had in the last one. He blamed the recent turn of events. Sitting back on his haunches he closed his eyes and recalled what he had witnessed earlier. He could still feel the sting of disappointment as he had watched them slip away together. They. Both of them. Together.
It was an unexpected twist in his thoughts. He had expected her mangled body found within the day, a glorious end to a ten-year hunt. He hadn't considered the prospect that he had fallen in love. It made his stomach twist in revulsion.
He watched as the pool of blood slowly widened around the body, creeping over the hard stones and cuts of flesh carefully laid out on the tarmac. The slow moving of the black pool seemed to calm him a little and he allowed his thoughts to continue.
So, he thought, it was a completely different game now, and with it a new set of rules. He had chosen a path that would possibly end his career. That wouldn't do.
A smile appeared slowly on his face, standing up he looked down to the body, folding his harpy away and picking up his cuttings for later consumption. Speaking in a conversational tone he addressed the corpse,
" We'll just have to remove the problem. He'll thank me for it later"
Reviews are considered most kind.
I will have the next chapter up shortly hopefully. Have my hands full at the moment, but want to finish all fics before going on holiday at the end of the week. Wish me luck! Lol
Enjoy!!!!
Clarice's eyes shot from the mirror to his calm face, her heartbeat sounding in her ears.
" What do I do?" her voice was higher than normal and trembling.
Glancing over to her he noticed the slight shaking in her shoulders from holding the steering wheel so tightly.
" If they flash their lights behind you pull over."
A small flash of light seen from the corner of her eye caused her to turn her head. When she saw the unfolded harpy, the car swerved dangerously to the side. Pulling it back under control, her breathing was unsteady as she spoke.
" I can't let you do that"
Dr Lecter turned angry eyes towards her, his fist gripping the harpy, his knuckles white.
" Then what would you have me do Clarice? Hmmm? Walk up to them with my wrists held together? Is that what you want? To see me back behind bars?"
She directed her own frightened and angry stare towards him.
" You know that's not what I want!"
His tone softened and he placed the harpy out of her line of vision.
" Clarice you chose to be here with me. That choice brought with it the life of a fugitive, and that's what you became the minute you stepped into the car. I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear but it's the hard truth."
Clarice blinked the tears from her eyes as she looked back to the mirror, they didn't have much longer.
" I can't let you kill them," she whispered, a determined look crossing her face.
Dr Lecter studied her face, his own grim.
" Clarice I wont go back behind bars. I will stop anyone who try's with whatever means necessary." His voice was dangerous, the silent warning ringing clear.
Clarice looked back in the mirror as the single police patrol car came up fast behind them, its lights bright in the darkening sky. Without looking over to him, she indicated and started slowing the car, pulling it gently to the dusty side of the road. The police car seemed to pick up speed as she pulled over, and looking out her window she made out the raised hand of thanks from the officer as he sped past.
The single drop of blood that hung at the end of the blade shone in the light thrown by the high moon. Ever so slowly he raised it to his lips, feeling the coolness of the droplet it as it touched his bottom lip, the sweet metallic taste as it came in contact with his tongue.
While savouring the sensations he let his mind roam freely, the cooling body at his feet still staring, its eyes trapped open in the fear it had felt in the last minutes.
This kill wasn't satisfying. He had felt none of the enjoyment, as he cut through skin and bone, as he had in the last one. He blamed the recent turn of events. Sitting back on his haunches he closed his eyes and recalled what he had witnessed earlier. He could still feel the sting of disappointment as he had watched them slip away together. They. Both of them. Together.
It was an unexpected twist in his thoughts. He had expected her mangled body found within the day, a glorious end to a ten-year hunt. He hadn't considered the prospect that he had fallen in love. It made his stomach twist in revulsion.
He watched as the pool of blood slowly widened around the body, creeping over the hard stones and cuts of flesh carefully laid out on the tarmac. The slow moving of the black pool seemed to calm him a little and he allowed his thoughts to continue.
So, he thought, it was a completely different game now, and with it a new set of rules. He had chosen a path that would possibly end his career. That wouldn't do.
A smile appeared slowly on his face, standing up he looked down to the body, folding his harpy away and picking up his cuttings for later consumption. Speaking in a conversational tone he addressed the corpse,
" We'll just have to remove the problem. He'll thank me for it later"
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