The trucker pulled over at a vacant parking lot, they have not even gotten more then a few miles. There didn't seem to be any people in a large, very large area. "What are you doing?" Clarice asked, there was no trace of fear in her voice, she was annoyed, but she had predicted something like this would happen, she had seen it in his eyes.

"What are you going to pay?" Clarice looked at him; she didn't understand what he was saying. "Sorry?" He moved in on her, Clarice fell nausea, and the question of how long it would be before she had to vomit was the only thing on her mind. "You didn't think I would do it for free?" Clarice's anger returned. "Actually I did." He moved even closer. Oh God I think I am going to throw up. Clarice thought. "Got money?" Clarice moved towards the door in an attempt to get away from the smell. "NO, I have no money, not on me anyway, but if you wait here I will go get them for you?" Clarice didn't even try to sound convincingly, he was going to get it, or at lest going to get a shower.

"You think I stupid?" Clarice put the face ME-call-you-stupid- that-will-be-the-day on. "Hey if you don't believe me feel free to come along, I live just up the road. The trucker didn't convinced. Apparently he wasn't as stupid as Clarice had hoped for.

Clarice felt a burn on one of her face, he had, hit her. Clarice tried to get out of the truck, but she wasn't fast enough, he grasped her arm. "Where do you think your going." He kept on talking but in Italian.

Clarice had had it, hitting a young (oh not old) girl, was absolutely rude, and preventing her from leaving was even worse. Clarice cursed her self for leaving without some sort of protection; she was going to do this the hard way.

Clarice managed to lunch her self at the trucker who was taken by surprise. Clarice released several hits at his jaw and liver. While doing so the trucker also got some hits in, but Clarice didn't feel the pain, her furry prevented any sorts of feeling excepts her detest for this low animal whom was considered a human by society, and they had the nerve to call Hannibal Lecter a monster.

The battled ended, leaving Clarice as the victor. Blood was running from her mouth and nose, that had been the target of the trucker's hits and in return the trucker's face, was just as damaged. Clarice returned to her seat and looked at her handy work, then at her hands that was colored red by his and her own blood.

Clarice was exhilarated, she wanted to taste blood but now wasn't the time. Clarice got out of the truck and moved over to the driver side. She managed to push the trucker over so that there was room for her to drive the truck. There's a first for everything. Clarice started the truck and drove it to her home.

A/N He he Clarice driving a truck, can you picture it? I sure can and I find it amusing don't you dear reader? Now I would apologize to those of you who think I have something against truckers I don't I just needed a victim, ouch did I say too much I sure hope not. Please read on, more chapters to come on Clarice's decent to the evil. BE WARE OF THE DARK SIDE... Some one stop me, I'm having fare too much fun.... Don't forget to review.... I love to hear what changes I should make.........