Next chapter. I'm on a roll. Short intro . here I go!
(did that rhyme? :D)
Disclaimer- Jackob Moorland
Rating- R for language, content and sexual situations/talk
A/N- I got filled by the Holy Spirit last night, and now I can speak in tongues, and it's the most amazing feeling in the world! God is GOOD!
Song- "Entertaining Angels" by the Newsboys
Chapter 3
Ginny sat across from her aunt's desk at the bureau, flipping through a teen magazine. She breathed out heavily, and searched in her sweatshirt pocket for a stick of gum.
"Do you even know where he is?" Ginny asked, not looking up from her magazine.
"Who?" Questioned her aunt, off-handedly, not looking up from her work computer.
"Mr. Lecter, of course," Ginny replied, setting the magazine on the desk, and bringing up her legs to cross them.
"I do, Crawford does, but that's about it. Me and Crawford hold no grudge against him, because he did assist in a few good cases, but that's where the line is drawn." Clarice said, moving from the computer chair, to the desk.
"Is he even in driving range?"
"I can't answer you that one," Clarice said, searching through a file cabinet for a file.
Ginny smiled to herself, and looked at her aunt. She wondered what time she had gotten to bed last night, she always worked herself over time, and she had circles around her eyes.
"Do you want to grab something for lunch?" Clarice said, finding the file, and flopping it on her desk.
"No, not really. Can we go home for it? I wanted to work on my web page, anyway," Ginny said, anxious to actually find the location of Mr. Lecter from Clarice's personal files.
"Well, course. Should we grab something and take it home?"
"No," Ginny replied quickly, and picked up her magazine.
"Ok, then." Clarice responded suspiciously, taking a good look at her niece, pretending to read her magazine.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Clarice sat in her lounge chair in her home office, scanning through her private files on her computer, looking for anything hinting where Lecter might be.
She looked outside, the sun shining brightly through her paned windows. She thought back to her dream last night, slightly creepy, yet surprisingly full-filling. It was of a masked ball, all the males in masks, the females not. Clarice had entered, and took a seat by the door, waiting for the opposing to ask for a dance. Her searching eyes fell upon Ginny, in a flowing blood red dress robe, dancing with a set man. Clarice had to take a double-take, to see and admit to herself who it was. Ginny was in the possession of Lecter. Ginny, of course was oblivious to it. Or was she? Lecter had glanced over to catch Clarice's eye. They held each other's gaze, until he twisted Ginny around, and dipped her, catching her and leaning down as if to take a bite of her. But Clarice was smarter then that, and she watched nervously as Lecter moved his mouth to her neck. Clarice held her breath, and was tempted to turn her head away. But he kissed her neck passionately and brought her back up level to him. The song ended, and Ginny curtsied and Lecter bowed. Ginny was instantly swept away by another masked man, but Lecter started walking toward Clarice. Clarice turned her head the other direction, but Lecter came before her and took her hand, and kissed it.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, his voice a soothing relief to Clarice.
She nodded and he swept her onto the floor, dancing in rhythm and pace with all the other masked lords and dancing ladies.
And then she had woken up. 'What did it mean?' she thought to herself as she sat, looking nervously at a picture of Lecter.
"What are you trying to tell me Lecter?" Clarice said surprisingly out loud.
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International Airport- Japan
Two men walked slowly towards the gate way, about to board a flight to the U.S. One of them, a set man, had on a pin stripe suit, Gucci shoes, and a tilted hat, added with a touch of sun glasses. The other had on a long leather jacket, khakis and a green sweater. They were walking at a considerably normal pace, with a bit of resignment and nerves.
They boarded the gate, and flashed their tickets at the young, Japanese woman standing by the door.
She nodded, keeping her eyes on the older man as he tilted his sunglasses to hauntingly meet her eyes.
Once on the plane, in a secluded first class passenger area, the pair relaxed with some liquor. After the take-off, they closed off the section they were in, and started discussing.
"I'm glad to be going home," The man in the leather jacket said, looking at his partner.
"You have no one to go home to Jackob," Said the man in the hat, who pulled off it off, along with his sunglasses, and set them on the table opposite of him.
"But just to be getting out of Asia is nice as hell," Jackob said, rubbing his eyes of tiredness.
"What was wrong with Asia? Did you not like the Asian clit?" The man said, taking a drink of his liquor, and setting it down with a clank.
"No doubt the fucking was good, it's still not the same as home," Jackob said, rubbing his chin, and looking out the window.
"You prefer the blonde's better, aye?" The other said, standing up to unbutton his suit coat.
"That's not what I said," Jackob replied defensively.
"It's what you implied, Jackob."
Jackob shook his head, and changed the subject, "I've been keeping up with FBI agency's reports. There seems to be a couple of young Florence students on their way to the academy."
"Oh really," The man said, sitting up, his interest in the topic growing.
"Yes, really. I believe they would be Malif Dyberg and Virginia Starling," Jackob said, scanning through a pile of papers on his laps.
The opposing man set down his drink, and the hip of the glass shattered from the force.
"Starling? I thought it was Clarice. I didn't know she had children,"
"It's her niece, her step-brother's daughter. She's staying with her whilst she attends the academy." Jackob said, handing the paper to the man.
The man fingered the picture of Special Agent Starling with his delicate fingers, following them through her hair, and touching them to her lips.
"Is there a picture of Virginia?"
"Negative, all it says are the top two students of Florence. Malif and Virginia, that's it sir," Jackob said, pausing to flip through the papers, "Oh, and for final semester projects, Malif Dyberg is concentrating on the forceful habit of psychiatrists and Virginia Starling is doing."
"Pause, why'd you pause?" The man leaned forward.
"-She's doing you, sir," Jackob said, passing the paper to Lecter.
"Is she now? She's 'interested' in me, is she? Maybe I should give her some help so she can get 'extra credit' on this report of hers," Lecter said, handing the paper back to Jackob.
"You're not going to harm the poor bitch, are you?" Jackob said nervously.
"Denied. I'm only to play around with her, and send Clarice into a frenzy, have her begging for me," Lecter said, leaning back in his chair, and putting his hands behind his head.
"Do you love her?" Jackob said, crossing the line between what Lecter became defensive on.
"Whom?" Lecter answered off-handedly, knowing 'whom'.
"Starling, of course. Is that why you've spared her so often?"
"She's my diamond in the rough. She's what keeps me from going more insane then I supposedly am. And I'm going to make her niece the jewels around my neck if I have to," Lecter said, feeling himself start from the very thought of Clarice.
"Lecter, don't start any sprees, killing wise, please, I beg of you, you don't need to go back to Chilton," Jackob begged.
"I wouldn't go back to that fucking dungeon if they caught me. Anyway, though the taste of flesh does appease me right now, I plan to stay secluded from the outside world when I get back to the U.S. I let Chilton slip through my grip once, and if I meet up with him again, he won't. It's a promise." Lecter said, stretching out his legs.
Jackob Moorland nodded. He was a handsome man of thirty, a considerable amount of years younger then Hannibal himself, but the way they had met up was unknown. Jackob had dark hair, which curled about his head, a handsome heartthrob. He had black beetle eyes, and a manly nose. He was a tall, muscular and attractive gentleman. He had been a patient of Dr. Lecter's back in the mid 1970's. Though there was no physical attraction between the two, Jackob couldn't help but me impressed by his opponent.
"Though," Continued Lecter, "To pay a visit to Starling would be quite an honor, not to mention a treat,"
Jackob chuckled nervously as a flight attendant interrupted their cubicle without knocking.
"You men need anything?" She stuttered through her heavy Japanese accent.
Lecter turned sharply to meet her eyes, "Have you never heard of knocking? At least a fair warning that you are intruding. How the hell did you get this job anyway?"
The attendant's face flushed drastically, and she mumbled an apology.
Lecter shook is head and put his hand in front of his mouth, "She's the only one I will." Jackob nodded nervously and turned his head away, having it been years since he had witnessed Lecter's fair 'art' in work.
"Have you ever tasted the sweet juices of a tongue? And I'm not talking about through kissing you fucking whore, I'm talking about it being chewed in your mouth and swallowed into your stomach," Lecter said, standing up, towering over the attendant.
She shook her head nervously, backing away from Lecter's intimidating glare.
"Oh, I have darling. I've eaten almost anything you can imagine. What about you," He said, playing seductively with a strand of her thin hair.
She shook her head furiously again, her bottom lip shaking.
He brought up his finger to her trembling lip. "If this isn't stopped, I'll bite it off,"
She bit her bottom lip, and started walking away from Lecter, but he grabbed her around the wrist and twisted it. She didn't scream, but kept her lips tightly together.
"How about a waltz, you slut?" Lecter said, placing his hand on backside, pushing her closer to him.
The attendant nodded, too scared to deny him. He pulled her as close as he could, and they waltzed, Jackob wincing every once and awhile. Finally, when the song playing in Lecter's head finished, he brought up a cloth, soaked with anesthesia, and placed it over the girl's face. She passed out immediately, and Lecter took a bite out of her face. Jackob covered his face, and tried to keep himself from retching.
Jackob's job was to dispose of the body, but he couldn't bare to bring himself to look at her. But he had to. He walked next to her body, and grabbed the cloth from Lecter and placed it over her distorted face. He sprayed her over with a substance that would dissolve all oils from a fingerprint, there for, leaving no prints at all. He found a suitcase at the end of the aisle, and stuffed the petite girl in the bag and slid it under the row of seats. He sat down next to Lecter, as Lecter whipped his face of blood and flesh.
"That should tide me over for a considerable amount of time," Lecter said, breathing heavily, "You're a pussy Jackob, what's your problem?"
"It's just been awhile Hannibal, I-I don't know, I have forgotten what it was like,"
"Would you like me to demonstrate again?" Lecter threatened, putting the bloody washcloth in his briefcase.
Jackob shook his head. "Let's just get home, and we can figure out how to get to Starling, ok?"
"Who said we were going to visit Starling so soon? It isn't part of my master plan," Lecter sneered angrily at Jackob, who cowered slightly.
"You don't have a master plan, sir. Anyway, don't deny your male feelings. You know that you want to be with Clarice, to fuck her brains out, since you have been so deprived of the female anatomy for so long," Jackob said.
Lecter nodded in agreement. "Yes, I have been deprived, but that doesn't mean I need Agent Starling to please me, what about her niece?"
"An under-age girl?" Jackob said, though it didn't come as a surprise to him that Lecter suggested her.
"Of course, I mean, where's the fun in Clarice? She's a little too. stiff at the moment, I'll have to get her loosened up if anything is to go on between us, which I doubt," Lecter said, ending his sentence with a slight slur of disappointment.
"Why's that?" Jackob questioned.
"I asked her last year, 'If you loved me, would you ask me to stop?' and she said 'Not on your life.' she's a clever girl, Moorland, she knows who's in charge." Lecter said, with a smirk, "And I'm going to get her niece to know who's in charge, as well,"
"Just don't kill any of the Starlings," Jackob pleaded.
"I couldn't. It would be inconsiderably rude of me to do so. Plus, young flesh doesn't fulfill my needs, so the best I could get from the niece is a good time, and the shit scared out of her."
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Ginny went to bed early Saturday night, after being annoyed by the continuous phone calls from Malif. She needed her rest. She was stressed and pissed off, and just wanted to sleep.
Clarice was running back to the office quick to speak to Crawford, and then going out to dinner with a friend from the academy. Ginny was disappointed to hear that it was a girl. She positive that her aunt needed to get out and date for her own sanity. She hadn't been involved with anyone since she was twenty, being too wrapped up in her job and her case.
For some reason, she couldn't sleep, and she grabbed her blanket, and pillow, and slipped on her slippers and headed down to the den to watch T.V. She grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch, wrapping herself up in her blanket.
She turned it on, flipping through the channels, to find that nothing was on T.V. She sighed loudly, frustrated, and got up to go to their downstairs computer. She turned on the monitor, and signed onto her email. She had one new message, next to the 15 that Malif had sent. She clicked the flashing '1 new msg' button, and waited as it downloaded. She didn't know who the sender was, but clicked open the fresh email, and waited again as it uploaded. It was a Hannibal forward. Nervously, she clicked on the 'few pictures' button, and up popped pictures of the victims in which Lecter sent out against. All were dead, except for two.
Ginny scrolled down, turning her head from the gory pictures on the page. All of a sudden, she reached the bottom of the email, and a face was looking at her, it was a downloaded movie. There was a girl, about twenty- one or two, standing in front of a camera she more then likely didn't know was present. All of a sudden there was the sound of glass breaking in surround sound, and the girl's face turned freakish, and she screamed and the camera blacked out. At the bottom of the email in big letters it read "IF YOU WERE SENT THIS, HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL IS LURKING IN YOUR HOUSE". Ginny chuckled, and clicked out of the email, and went to her music folder. She opened a Dave Matthews Band song, and headed out of the room, before hand, turning the music up so she could hear it through out the house.
Those kind of things didn't scare her. She actually chuckled at the thought of Hannibal Lecter himself in her house. She'd probably scare him, before he could do so to her. She looked hilarious after her shower, her hair still wrapped in a towel to avoid frizzy ness. She had a facial mask on, making her look like a freshly iced cookie. 'Would Hannibal eat me like a freshly iced cookie?' though Ginny dirtily and laughed out loud, surprising herself.
She fixed herself a hot chocolate, and went to the bathroom while it was in the microwave.
"Mr. Lecter. in my house, what an absurd idea," She joked nervously, and turned off the faucet.
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He he. That's the best ending I got for you. : ) onto the next chappy-wappy
(did that rhyme? :D)
Disclaimer- Jackob Moorland
Rating- R for language, content and sexual situations/talk
A/N- I got filled by the Holy Spirit last night, and now I can speak in tongues, and it's the most amazing feeling in the world! God is GOOD!
Song- "Entertaining Angels" by the Newsboys
Chapter 3
Ginny sat across from her aunt's desk at the bureau, flipping through a teen magazine. She breathed out heavily, and searched in her sweatshirt pocket for a stick of gum.
"Do you even know where he is?" Ginny asked, not looking up from her magazine.
"Who?" Questioned her aunt, off-handedly, not looking up from her work computer.
"Mr. Lecter, of course," Ginny replied, setting the magazine on the desk, and bringing up her legs to cross them.
"I do, Crawford does, but that's about it. Me and Crawford hold no grudge against him, because he did assist in a few good cases, but that's where the line is drawn." Clarice said, moving from the computer chair, to the desk.
"Is he even in driving range?"
"I can't answer you that one," Clarice said, searching through a file cabinet for a file.
Ginny smiled to herself, and looked at her aunt. She wondered what time she had gotten to bed last night, she always worked herself over time, and she had circles around her eyes.
"Do you want to grab something for lunch?" Clarice said, finding the file, and flopping it on her desk.
"No, not really. Can we go home for it? I wanted to work on my web page, anyway," Ginny said, anxious to actually find the location of Mr. Lecter from Clarice's personal files.
"Well, course. Should we grab something and take it home?"
"No," Ginny replied quickly, and picked up her magazine.
"Ok, then." Clarice responded suspiciously, taking a good look at her niece, pretending to read her magazine.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Clarice sat in her lounge chair in her home office, scanning through her private files on her computer, looking for anything hinting where Lecter might be.
She looked outside, the sun shining brightly through her paned windows. She thought back to her dream last night, slightly creepy, yet surprisingly full-filling. It was of a masked ball, all the males in masks, the females not. Clarice had entered, and took a seat by the door, waiting for the opposing to ask for a dance. Her searching eyes fell upon Ginny, in a flowing blood red dress robe, dancing with a set man. Clarice had to take a double-take, to see and admit to herself who it was. Ginny was in the possession of Lecter. Ginny, of course was oblivious to it. Or was she? Lecter had glanced over to catch Clarice's eye. They held each other's gaze, until he twisted Ginny around, and dipped her, catching her and leaning down as if to take a bite of her. But Clarice was smarter then that, and she watched nervously as Lecter moved his mouth to her neck. Clarice held her breath, and was tempted to turn her head away. But he kissed her neck passionately and brought her back up level to him. The song ended, and Ginny curtsied and Lecter bowed. Ginny was instantly swept away by another masked man, but Lecter started walking toward Clarice. Clarice turned her head the other direction, but Lecter came before her and took her hand, and kissed it.
"May I have this dance?" He asked, his voice a soothing relief to Clarice.
She nodded and he swept her onto the floor, dancing in rhythm and pace with all the other masked lords and dancing ladies.
And then she had woken up. 'What did it mean?' she thought to herself as she sat, looking nervously at a picture of Lecter.
"What are you trying to tell me Lecter?" Clarice said surprisingly out loud.
* * * * * ** * * *
International Airport- Japan
Two men walked slowly towards the gate way, about to board a flight to the U.S. One of them, a set man, had on a pin stripe suit, Gucci shoes, and a tilted hat, added with a touch of sun glasses. The other had on a long leather jacket, khakis and a green sweater. They were walking at a considerably normal pace, with a bit of resignment and nerves.
They boarded the gate, and flashed their tickets at the young, Japanese woman standing by the door.
She nodded, keeping her eyes on the older man as he tilted his sunglasses to hauntingly meet her eyes.
Once on the plane, in a secluded first class passenger area, the pair relaxed with some liquor. After the take-off, they closed off the section they were in, and started discussing.
"I'm glad to be going home," The man in the leather jacket said, looking at his partner.
"You have no one to go home to Jackob," Said the man in the hat, who pulled off it off, along with his sunglasses, and set them on the table opposite of him.
"But just to be getting out of Asia is nice as hell," Jackob said, rubbing his eyes of tiredness.
"What was wrong with Asia? Did you not like the Asian clit?" The man said, taking a drink of his liquor, and setting it down with a clank.
"No doubt the fucking was good, it's still not the same as home," Jackob said, rubbing his chin, and looking out the window.
"You prefer the blonde's better, aye?" The other said, standing up to unbutton his suit coat.
"That's not what I said," Jackob replied defensively.
"It's what you implied, Jackob."
Jackob shook his head, and changed the subject, "I've been keeping up with FBI agency's reports. There seems to be a couple of young Florence students on their way to the academy."
"Oh really," The man said, sitting up, his interest in the topic growing.
"Yes, really. I believe they would be Malif Dyberg and Virginia Starling," Jackob said, scanning through a pile of papers on his laps.
The opposing man set down his drink, and the hip of the glass shattered from the force.
"Starling? I thought it was Clarice. I didn't know she had children,"
"It's her niece, her step-brother's daughter. She's staying with her whilst she attends the academy." Jackob said, handing the paper to the man.
The man fingered the picture of Special Agent Starling with his delicate fingers, following them through her hair, and touching them to her lips.
"Is there a picture of Virginia?"
"Negative, all it says are the top two students of Florence. Malif and Virginia, that's it sir," Jackob said, pausing to flip through the papers, "Oh, and for final semester projects, Malif Dyberg is concentrating on the forceful habit of psychiatrists and Virginia Starling is doing."
"Pause, why'd you pause?" The man leaned forward.
"-She's doing you, sir," Jackob said, passing the paper to Lecter.
"Is she now? She's 'interested' in me, is she? Maybe I should give her some help so she can get 'extra credit' on this report of hers," Lecter said, handing the paper back to Jackob.
"You're not going to harm the poor bitch, are you?" Jackob said nervously.
"Denied. I'm only to play around with her, and send Clarice into a frenzy, have her begging for me," Lecter said, leaning back in his chair, and putting his hands behind his head.
"Do you love her?" Jackob said, crossing the line between what Lecter became defensive on.
"Whom?" Lecter answered off-handedly, knowing 'whom'.
"Starling, of course. Is that why you've spared her so often?"
"She's my diamond in the rough. She's what keeps me from going more insane then I supposedly am. And I'm going to make her niece the jewels around my neck if I have to," Lecter said, feeling himself start from the very thought of Clarice.
"Lecter, don't start any sprees, killing wise, please, I beg of you, you don't need to go back to Chilton," Jackob begged.
"I wouldn't go back to that fucking dungeon if they caught me. Anyway, though the taste of flesh does appease me right now, I plan to stay secluded from the outside world when I get back to the U.S. I let Chilton slip through my grip once, and if I meet up with him again, he won't. It's a promise." Lecter said, stretching out his legs.
Jackob Moorland nodded. He was a handsome man of thirty, a considerable amount of years younger then Hannibal himself, but the way they had met up was unknown. Jackob had dark hair, which curled about his head, a handsome heartthrob. He had black beetle eyes, and a manly nose. He was a tall, muscular and attractive gentleman. He had been a patient of Dr. Lecter's back in the mid 1970's. Though there was no physical attraction between the two, Jackob couldn't help but me impressed by his opponent.
"Though," Continued Lecter, "To pay a visit to Starling would be quite an honor, not to mention a treat,"
Jackob chuckled nervously as a flight attendant interrupted their cubicle without knocking.
"You men need anything?" She stuttered through her heavy Japanese accent.
Lecter turned sharply to meet her eyes, "Have you never heard of knocking? At least a fair warning that you are intruding. How the hell did you get this job anyway?"
The attendant's face flushed drastically, and she mumbled an apology.
Lecter shook is head and put his hand in front of his mouth, "She's the only one I will." Jackob nodded nervously and turned his head away, having it been years since he had witnessed Lecter's fair 'art' in work.
"Have you ever tasted the sweet juices of a tongue? And I'm not talking about through kissing you fucking whore, I'm talking about it being chewed in your mouth and swallowed into your stomach," Lecter said, standing up, towering over the attendant.
She shook her head nervously, backing away from Lecter's intimidating glare.
"Oh, I have darling. I've eaten almost anything you can imagine. What about you," He said, playing seductively with a strand of her thin hair.
She shook her head furiously again, her bottom lip shaking.
He brought up his finger to her trembling lip. "If this isn't stopped, I'll bite it off,"
She bit her bottom lip, and started walking away from Lecter, but he grabbed her around the wrist and twisted it. She didn't scream, but kept her lips tightly together.
"How about a waltz, you slut?" Lecter said, placing his hand on backside, pushing her closer to him.
The attendant nodded, too scared to deny him. He pulled her as close as he could, and they waltzed, Jackob wincing every once and awhile. Finally, when the song playing in Lecter's head finished, he brought up a cloth, soaked with anesthesia, and placed it over the girl's face. She passed out immediately, and Lecter took a bite out of her face. Jackob covered his face, and tried to keep himself from retching.
Jackob's job was to dispose of the body, but he couldn't bare to bring himself to look at her. But he had to. He walked next to her body, and grabbed the cloth from Lecter and placed it over her distorted face. He sprayed her over with a substance that would dissolve all oils from a fingerprint, there for, leaving no prints at all. He found a suitcase at the end of the aisle, and stuffed the petite girl in the bag and slid it under the row of seats. He sat down next to Lecter, as Lecter whipped his face of blood and flesh.
"That should tide me over for a considerable amount of time," Lecter said, breathing heavily, "You're a pussy Jackob, what's your problem?"
"It's just been awhile Hannibal, I-I don't know, I have forgotten what it was like,"
"Would you like me to demonstrate again?" Lecter threatened, putting the bloody washcloth in his briefcase.
Jackob shook his head. "Let's just get home, and we can figure out how to get to Starling, ok?"
"Who said we were going to visit Starling so soon? It isn't part of my master plan," Lecter sneered angrily at Jackob, who cowered slightly.
"You don't have a master plan, sir. Anyway, don't deny your male feelings. You know that you want to be with Clarice, to fuck her brains out, since you have been so deprived of the female anatomy for so long," Jackob said.
Lecter nodded in agreement. "Yes, I have been deprived, but that doesn't mean I need Agent Starling to please me, what about her niece?"
"An under-age girl?" Jackob said, though it didn't come as a surprise to him that Lecter suggested her.
"Of course, I mean, where's the fun in Clarice? She's a little too. stiff at the moment, I'll have to get her loosened up if anything is to go on between us, which I doubt," Lecter said, ending his sentence with a slight slur of disappointment.
"Why's that?" Jackob questioned.
"I asked her last year, 'If you loved me, would you ask me to stop?' and she said 'Not on your life.' she's a clever girl, Moorland, she knows who's in charge." Lecter said, with a smirk, "And I'm going to get her niece to know who's in charge, as well,"
"Just don't kill any of the Starlings," Jackob pleaded.
"I couldn't. It would be inconsiderably rude of me to do so. Plus, young flesh doesn't fulfill my needs, so the best I could get from the niece is a good time, and the shit scared out of her."
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Ginny went to bed early Saturday night, after being annoyed by the continuous phone calls from Malif. She needed her rest. She was stressed and pissed off, and just wanted to sleep.
Clarice was running back to the office quick to speak to Crawford, and then going out to dinner with a friend from the academy. Ginny was disappointed to hear that it was a girl. She positive that her aunt needed to get out and date for her own sanity. She hadn't been involved with anyone since she was twenty, being too wrapped up in her job and her case.
For some reason, she couldn't sleep, and she grabbed her blanket, and pillow, and slipped on her slippers and headed down to the den to watch T.V. She grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch, wrapping herself up in her blanket.
She turned it on, flipping through the channels, to find that nothing was on T.V. She sighed loudly, frustrated, and got up to go to their downstairs computer. She turned on the monitor, and signed onto her email. She had one new message, next to the 15 that Malif had sent. She clicked the flashing '1 new msg' button, and waited as it downloaded. She didn't know who the sender was, but clicked open the fresh email, and waited again as it uploaded. It was a Hannibal forward. Nervously, she clicked on the 'few pictures' button, and up popped pictures of the victims in which Lecter sent out against. All were dead, except for two.
Ginny scrolled down, turning her head from the gory pictures on the page. All of a sudden, she reached the bottom of the email, and a face was looking at her, it was a downloaded movie. There was a girl, about twenty- one or two, standing in front of a camera she more then likely didn't know was present. All of a sudden there was the sound of glass breaking in surround sound, and the girl's face turned freakish, and she screamed and the camera blacked out. At the bottom of the email in big letters it read "IF YOU WERE SENT THIS, HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL IS LURKING IN YOUR HOUSE". Ginny chuckled, and clicked out of the email, and went to her music folder. She opened a Dave Matthews Band song, and headed out of the room, before hand, turning the music up so she could hear it through out the house.
Those kind of things didn't scare her. She actually chuckled at the thought of Hannibal Lecter himself in her house. She'd probably scare him, before he could do so to her. She looked hilarious after her shower, her hair still wrapped in a towel to avoid frizzy ness. She had a facial mask on, making her look like a freshly iced cookie. 'Would Hannibal eat me like a freshly iced cookie?' though Ginny dirtily and laughed out loud, surprising herself.
She fixed herself a hot chocolate, and went to the bathroom while it was in the microwave.
"Mr. Lecter. in my house, what an absurd idea," She joked nervously, and turned off the faucet.
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He he. That's the best ending I got for you. : ) onto the next chappy-wappy