Clarice took the offered wine; she wasn't about to tell him, not right away. "And which part would you be referring to Dr. Lecter?" "Clarice I thought you knew better then to test my patience." Lecter looked down on Clarice, his maroon eyes looked deeply into hers. "Tell me Clarice" this time his voice was commanding, Clarice wondered how fare she could go before.. She didn't even want to think that.

"Dr. Lecter, what would you like me to tell you?" Clarice got up, she needed to be a place where he couldn't look at her like that. She didn't fare, Lecter stopped her with his body. "Clarice" he hissed. Clarice held her breath. No, not yet. Before Lecter knew what happen, Clarice had flinched the harpy and held it at his trout. "Now you tell me Dr. Lecter, why did you come." And to make her point she makes a small cut that drew blood.

"Well I must say Clarice, this I hadn't expected. A bit rude, considering that you invited me here." Clarice removed the harpy, still without looking into his eyes. Clarice walked over to the dinner table, and put the harpy down. "Your right, but then again your always right aren't you doctor?" there was accusation in her voice. Clarice turned and looked into the depths of his eyes.

Lecter saw that it was best to wait. Clarice walked over to him, and looked at the wound that she had caused, the blood was still running ever so slightly. Clarice reached her hand to his neck, and stopped short and inch, when Lecter didn't move she moved her finger the last inch and put it on the wound, she was intrigue, and she wondered how he would tast. It became too much for her, to stay at the thought, she retrieve her finger, his blood running from it, Clarice looked at his eyes again and she tasted his blood.

Lecter stood pinned to the ground, fascinated by Clarice, she had changed, she wasn't afraid of him any more, and she was free from the masters whom she had served before.

Clarice smiled, when she thought about those who had called him a vampire. Clarice suddenly felt a need to break the silence. "Am I wrong in assuming that you were preparing dinner?" Her tone was light.

Clarice, went over to the table, she looked at the harpy. "Tell me Dr, Lecter did you leave it on purpose?" Lecter had walked over to her and stood behind her. "No Clarice, I simply did not have time, which you seem to think I had, at the time. Why don't you sit and I will go and get dinner." Lecter ever the gentleman pulled out her chair and made sure that she was comfortable. And disappeared into the kitchen.

Somehow they got though dinner, with out taking about the serious part, instead they talked about music, and Dante now the Clarice had read it. Clarice, saw for the first time a different side of Dr. Lecter, he wasn't mocking her. Time seemed to stand still while they were talking until. Lecter thought it was time to get his answers.

"Clarice why don't you go sit in the sofa and I'll get the coffee." Clarice was reluctant to do so, she knew what came next, and with the realization of that it hit her full force what she had done, the murders, the lying, and now, she had him here, she had had a chance to kill him but she didn't, not because she couldn't but simply because she didn't want to, she wanted him, almost desperately, and apparently he wanted her as well, he was here after all. Clarice realized that she hadn't thought of what to say, how to explain what she had done, and the level of freedom she had ascertained by doing so.

Lecter appeared from the kitchen with a tray in his hands. Here goes. Thought Clarice.

A/N okay, here's another chapter; I am already working on the next. I hope to have a few more chapters up to day.

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