The time passed to quickly Lecter thought. It was late
afternoon, it had almost been 24 hours since he had first arrived, and in
that time, he had surely not expected all that has happen. His little
Starling was indeed unpredictable, even more, then he had thought.
Lecter was in the kitchen wondering if he should prepare dinner, he had no idea where Clarice was or even if she came back any time soon. But he wasn't worried, if any she could take care of her self.
Lecter found him self, proud of her, he would never have guess that she would put aside her 45. And take up the using of a knife, let alone his knife. She was deadly, no more then ever, yet Lecter still would like to know what had brought it on, it took 15 years. He was truly intrigue, he thought he knew his Starling, knew her beautiful mind and how it worked.
He loved her, she was unique, she was the first who had more then contempt for him, she saw behind the files written by ignorents who knew nothing, she had challenged him in every way that hasn't and she had survive. Lecter would have killed anyone else who had say or done the things she had. His brave little Starling, she had driven the nightmares of Mischa away.
He had thought of giving Mischa Clarice's place in the world, but not anymore. Clarice meant to much to him and the world would be dull if she wasn't in it. Love he had never been in love, he would have thought that he wasn't capable of those feelings, that they were long gone, but they had laid dormant, until that faithful meeting in Baltimore.
Had he changed? NO, she had, but it wasn't to please him, to make it easier for them to be together, she had changed because it was inevitable.
A loud noise disturbed Lecter's thoughts; it sounded like a large vehicle, preferable a truck. Lecter looked out the window where a large truck was on the way up to the house. Lecter couldn't see the driver, and wondered if Clarice had ordered something that she needed delivered. He decided it best to stay out of side, at let the driver to his business.
The truck came to a stop, from where it couldn't be noticed from the road. The trucker was still out, when Clarice got out. She didn't care if he awakens while she was there, but she was pretty sure that he wouldn't leave before he got his keys back...
Blood was still running from her left eye and her mouth. It ached all over her body when she made her way towards the house, wondering if Lecter had left when he heard the truck.
Clarice walked in the front door and was greeted by Hannibal, who didn't even try to hide his surprise and his anger towards the person who had done this to his Clarice. Clarice stopped and looked at Lecter. "I ehmm ran into someone." Clarice didn't want to give it all away just at once. "I see, and the truck?" Clarice tried to hide her smile but failed, it was too humorous; Clarice was on the edge of laughing. "It was a gift, sort of." Clarice moved past Hannibal and into the kitchen where she found the first aid box and put it on the table. And went over to the sink where she started to wash the dried blood off.
She was, suddenly pushed down on a chair by Hannibal, who took over her treatment. "Tell me Clarice, do you have allot of repressed anger?" Clarice tried to smile. "No, I wouldn't call it that. I just seem to distaste for rude people." Lecter's lips curled up in a smile. "Really?" Clarice felt like playing an old game. "Tell Hannibal, would you mind if we had company for dinner" Clarice's voice was clouded with mystery. "Not all, whom did you have in mind?"
Clarice gave Hannibal a devious smile. But didn't answer. "You know I've always found your cooking to be hmmm rather interesting." Hannibal was going the same way as she. The game was on. "Oh, but the last time you couldn't get away fast enough." Hannibal had the same devious smile as Clarice. "Could be because someone had drugged me." Hannibal changed lanes. "There as good as new." Hannibal had finished the treatment, and began to clear away the first aid kit and the bloody paper.
Clarice got up and walked over to Hannibal's back, and whispered to him. "Tell me Hannibal, what would you do with a 250 pounds of rudeness?" Hannibal kept his back turned so as she couldn't see his smile. "Call his mother and complain about his behavior and of caouse devouer his mind afterwards." Clarice remained where she was. It was now or never.
"Hannibal. What reasons would I have to be here, now, with you? Reasons that you think, is wrong? Should I be some place else then next to the one I love?" Hannibal, turned his face was serious. "Clarice." Hannibal stopped. "There is someone in the house, is it our guest?" Clarice didn't look away from his eyes; she could hear it as well. "Oh yes, the 250 pounds of rudeness." Hannibal smiled again. "What should we do with him? It would be rude of us not giving him a dinner invitation, don't you think?" "Hmm, not really, and if you can't tell by now, I am sure you will soon enough." Just as Clarice finished her sentence, Hannibal wrinkled his nose. Clarice knew that he understood what she was talking about. They hadn't moved out of the place in the kitchen, and their uninvited guest was moving around upstairs.
"You never did tell me what he did Clarice." He hissed her name, anger again showing on his face. "He extended me an invitation that I declined, I guess he didn't want to take no for an answer.
They looked into each other's eyes.
A silent decision was being made. Lecter was gone and Clarice was left in the kitchen, just waiting for the guest to arrive, she positioned her self in a chair her back to the door.
A/N okay this is it for today.. I am running short on things to happen, but I don't feel like an ending is close. Soooo much to do, and so little time.
Well be patient I will have to figure out what I shall do to our dear new guest.... Oh my dear reader, if you are thinking about becoming a beta reader, don't wait, get the show on....
Ta ta
Lecter was in the kitchen wondering if he should prepare dinner, he had no idea where Clarice was or even if she came back any time soon. But he wasn't worried, if any she could take care of her self.
Lecter found him self, proud of her, he would never have guess that she would put aside her 45. And take up the using of a knife, let alone his knife. She was deadly, no more then ever, yet Lecter still would like to know what had brought it on, it took 15 years. He was truly intrigue, he thought he knew his Starling, knew her beautiful mind and how it worked.
He loved her, she was unique, she was the first who had more then contempt for him, she saw behind the files written by ignorents who knew nothing, she had challenged him in every way that hasn't and she had survive. Lecter would have killed anyone else who had say or done the things she had. His brave little Starling, she had driven the nightmares of Mischa away.
He had thought of giving Mischa Clarice's place in the world, but not anymore. Clarice meant to much to him and the world would be dull if she wasn't in it. Love he had never been in love, he would have thought that he wasn't capable of those feelings, that they were long gone, but they had laid dormant, until that faithful meeting in Baltimore.
Had he changed? NO, she had, but it wasn't to please him, to make it easier for them to be together, she had changed because it was inevitable.
A loud noise disturbed Lecter's thoughts; it sounded like a large vehicle, preferable a truck. Lecter looked out the window where a large truck was on the way up to the house. Lecter couldn't see the driver, and wondered if Clarice had ordered something that she needed delivered. He decided it best to stay out of side, at let the driver to his business.
The truck came to a stop, from where it couldn't be noticed from the road. The trucker was still out, when Clarice got out. She didn't care if he awakens while she was there, but she was pretty sure that he wouldn't leave before he got his keys back...
Blood was still running from her left eye and her mouth. It ached all over her body when she made her way towards the house, wondering if Lecter had left when he heard the truck.
Clarice walked in the front door and was greeted by Hannibal, who didn't even try to hide his surprise and his anger towards the person who had done this to his Clarice. Clarice stopped and looked at Lecter. "I ehmm ran into someone." Clarice didn't want to give it all away just at once. "I see, and the truck?" Clarice tried to hide her smile but failed, it was too humorous; Clarice was on the edge of laughing. "It was a gift, sort of." Clarice moved past Hannibal and into the kitchen where she found the first aid box and put it on the table. And went over to the sink where she started to wash the dried blood off.
She was, suddenly pushed down on a chair by Hannibal, who took over her treatment. "Tell me Clarice, do you have allot of repressed anger?" Clarice tried to smile. "No, I wouldn't call it that. I just seem to distaste for rude people." Lecter's lips curled up in a smile. "Really?" Clarice felt like playing an old game. "Tell Hannibal, would you mind if we had company for dinner" Clarice's voice was clouded with mystery. "Not all, whom did you have in mind?"
Clarice gave Hannibal a devious smile. But didn't answer. "You know I've always found your cooking to be hmmm rather interesting." Hannibal was going the same way as she. The game was on. "Oh, but the last time you couldn't get away fast enough." Hannibal had the same devious smile as Clarice. "Could be because someone had drugged me." Hannibal changed lanes. "There as good as new." Hannibal had finished the treatment, and began to clear away the first aid kit and the bloody paper.
Clarice got up and walked over to Hannibal's back, and whispered to him. "Tell me Hannibal, what would you do with a 250 pounds of rudeness?" Hannibal kept his back turned so as she couldn't see his smile. "Call his mother and complain about his behavior and of caouse devouer his mind afterwards." Clarice remained where she was. It was now or never.
"Hannibal. What reasons would I have to be here, now, with you? Reasons that you think, is wrong? Should I be some place else then next to the one I love?" Hannibal, turned his face was serious. "Clarice." Hannibal stopped. "There is someone in the house, is it our guest?" Clarice didn't look away from his eyes; she could hear it as well. "Oh yes, the 250 pounds of rudeness." Hannibal smiled again. "What should we do with him? It would be rude of us not giving him a dinner invitation, don't you think?" "Hmm, not really, and if you can't tell by now, I am sure you will soon enough." Just as Clarice finished her sentence, Hannibal wrinkled his nose. Clarice knew that he understood what she was talking about. They hadn't moved out of the place in the kitchen, and their uninvited guest was moving around upstairs.
"You never did tell me what he did Clarice." He hissed her name, anger again showing on his face. "He extended me an invitation that I declined, I guess he didn't want to take no for an answer.
They looked into each other's eyes.
A silent decision was being made. Lecter was gone and Clarice was left in the kitchen, just waiting for the guest to arrive, she positioned her self in a chair her back to the door.
A/N okay this is it for today.. I am running short on things to happen, but I don't feel like an ending is close. Soooo much to do, and so little time.
Well be patient I will have to figure out what I shall do to our dear new guest.... Oh my dear reader, if you are thinking about becoming a beta reader, don't wait, get the show on....
Ta ta
