Chapter 39
Lecter looked at Clarice and took a step closer. "Yes you may Clarice." "May I call you by your given name?" the strange scenario that played out in his offices intrigued him.
For Clarice this was the last chance for her to live out some of those dreams that would never be, Clarice couldn't decide which would be worst, live with the knowledge that he said no, or die with his name on her lips.
"Hmm Clarice, I wonder do you know or fear what I would ask in return?" Clarice had not thought that he would ask anything in return; the simple thought hadn't accrued to her. "Actually Doctor, I didn't quit get to the part where you would ask anything in return."
Clarice got cottonmouth. "You don't happen to have some water?" Lecter moved past Clarice and poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. Clarice sat in one of the chairs to the left in room. "You look quit pale Clarice, you are not sick?" "I'm fine." Clarice said while sipping the water. Dr. Lecter sat down in the opposite chair. "So Clarice, do you think you are going to get out of here alive?" Clarice looked into his maroon eyes. "You tell me Dr. Lecter." Clarice didn't know if she had gotten permission to use his given name, but she felt better to be on the safe side.
"Now that depends on you Clarice." "And how is that Dr. Lecter?" "Hmm now that would be telling." Clarice, felt rather desperate, this was going nowhere. Clarice closed her eyes, trying to be someplace else, then in a room with a Cannibal who had a death wish and a FBI agent who was in love with a cannibal.
Clarice was lost in her thinking; did she wan to return to her life as it was? Not really, there was nothing there, she was alone. Left by friends and colleagues, the only ones taking an interest in her was the papers in hopes that she would screw up again. What was left was in this room with her, and the worst part was not that she knew it was Lecter, no the worst part was that she would never be with him, it was impossible.
"How long do we have Clarice?" there was no answer from her, Dr. Lecter saw the distant look in her eyes. Dr. Lecter got up and went behind Clarice's chair and put a hand on her shoulder while his head was inched from her head he whispered. "Clarice..."
Clarice nearly jumped out of her chair. "Where were you? Hmm" Dr. Lecter didn't remove his hand, it sent shivers through Clarice, and she savored the moment and the touch. Dr. Lecter felt it as well, and from that moment he knew how it was all going to end. It was like the touch had given him all the information he needed.
"How long Clarice?" Dr. Lecter still stood behind her. Clarice wanted to look at him, but when she tried to turn her head, his hand came up from behind and held her chin so that she couldn't look at him. Clarice stopped her movement knowing it was useless.
"I don't know Doctor, but they probably wondering what is going on and why it's taking so long." Clarice answered honest knowing that lying would get her no where. Dr. Lecter let his finger in brief contact with her neck. The touch caused Clarice to take sharp breaths, she never imaging that his touch would send such shivers through her, it was unbearable.
"Hmm Clarice, it seems that we shall always be pressed for time." He traced his finger along her jaw line towards her lower lip, he lingered there. Clarice didn't move, she didn't want him to stop. Her mind couldn't stop her words from her mouth. "Please Hannibal."
The words was all he had waited for. "Please what Clarice, hmm what is it that you want?"
Tears were beginning to come in Clarice's eyes. She still couldn't see him, he held her in place so that he was unseen. It was one thing to admit her feelings to herself, where those dark and forbidden desires could be pushed back in her mind. But admitting them to someone else, admitting them to him was the same as saying those feelings are okay, that they should not be hidden but out lived.
Hannibal moved in front of Clarice and pulled her up. She was drowning in his maroon eyes, she didn't want to fight it, but couldn't help but doing so, denying that which could make her happy. She didn't deserve to be happy, she couldn't save the lambs, what she deserved was to suffer with them.
His eyes were demanding, they where pushing her even further into answering him. He saw the fight that was waging on inside her, he saw how her features changed, he couldn't see which side was wining, he hoped for the first time that here in his final hour that the wining side was his.
His life had been filled with death, he had been alone in life, he had had all that he wanted except from one thing, the one thing he craved more then anything.
"You." Anyone else might not have heard it, but Hannibal did, he felt his heart skip a beat.
Lecter looked at Clarice and took a step closer. "Yes you may Clarice." "May I call you by your given name?" the strange scenario that played out in his offices intrigued him.
For Clarice this was the last chance for her to live out some of those dreams that would never be, Clarice couldn't decide which would be worst, live with the knowledge that he said no, or die with his name on her lips.
"Hmm Clarice, I wonder do you know or fear what I would ask in return?" Clarice had not thought that he would ask anything in return; the simple thought hadn't accrued to her. "Actually Doctor, I didn't quit get to the part where you would ask anything in return."
Clarice got cottonmouth. "You don't happen to have some water?" Lecter moved past Clarice and poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. Clarice sat in one of the chairs to the left in room. "You look quit pale Clarice, you are not sick?" "I'm fine." Clarice said while sipping the water. Dr. Lecter sat down in the opposite chair. "So Clarice, do you think you are going to get out of here alive?" Clarice looked into his maroon eyes. "You tell me Dr. Lecter." Clarice didn't know if she had gotten permission to use his given name, but she felt better to be on the safe side.
"Now that depends on you Clarice." "And how is that Dr. Lecter?" "Hmm now that would be telling." Clarice, felt rather desperate, this was going nowhere. Clarice closed her eyes, trying to be someplace else, then in a room with a Cannibal who had a death wish and a FBI agent who was in love with a cannibal.
Clarice was lost in her thinking; did she wan to return to her life as it was? Not really, there was nothing there, she was alone. Left by friends and colleagues, the only ones taking an interest in her was the papers in hopes that she would screw up again. What was left was in this room with her, and the worst part was not that she knew it was Lecter, no the worst part was that she would never be with him, it was impossible.
"How long do we have Clarice?" there was no answer from her, Dr. Lecter saw the distant look in her eyes. Dr. Lecter got up and went behind Clarice's chair and put a hand on her shoulder while his head was inched from her head he whispered. "Clarice..."
Clarice nearly jumped out of her chair. "Where were you? Hmm" Dr. Lecter didn't remove his hand, it sent shivers through Clarice, and she savored the moment and the touch. Dr. Lecter felt it as well, and from that moment he knew how it was all going to end. It was like the touch had given him all the information he needed.
"How long Clarice?" Dr. Lecter still stood behind her. Clarice wanted to look at him, but when she tried to turn her head, his hand came up from behind and held her chin so that she couldn't look at him. Clarice stopped her movement knowing it was useless.
"I don't know Doctor, but they probably wondering what is going on and why it's taking so long." Clarice answered honest knowing that lying would get her no where. Dr. Lecter let his finger in brief contact with her neck. The touch caused Clarice to take sharp breaths, she never imaging that his touch would send such shivers through her, it was unbearable.
"Hmm Clarice, it seems that we shall always be pressed for time." He traced his finger along her jaw line towards her lower lip, he lingered there. Clarice didn't move, she didn't want him to stop. Her mind couldn't stop her words from her mouth. "Please Hannibal."
The words was all he had waited for. "Please what Clarice, hmm what is it that you want?"
Tears were beginning to come in Clarice's eyes. She still couldn't see him, he held her in place so that he was unseen. It was one thing to admit her feelings to herself, where those dark and forbidden desires could be pushed back in her mind. But admitting them to someone else, admitting them to him was the same as saying those feelings are okay, that they should not be hidden but out lived.
Hannibal moved in front of Clarice and pulled her up. She was drowning in his maroon eyes, she didn't want to fight it, but couldn't help but doing so, denying that which could make her happy. She didn't deserve to be happy, she couldn't save the lambs, what she deserved was to suffer with them.
His eyes were demanding, they where pushing her even further into answering him. He saw the fight that was waging on inside her, he saw how her features changed, he couldn't see which side was wining, he hoped for the first time that here in his final hour that the wining side was his.
His life had been filled with death, he had been alone in life, he had had all that he wanted except from one thing, the one thing he craved more then anything.
"You." Anyone else might not have heard it, but Hannibal did, he felt his heart skip a beat.
