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Clarice had come to several conclusions during the night. The sleep had been minimal, so she had spent the time thinking. There had been no screaming lambs, and yet no sleep. She still felt free and she had every intention of keeping it that way. How life could change. Clarice thought to herself, she had had enough of rude people running all over her like she was trash. It was time for a new start. The grey morning light filled the room, telling Clarice that it was time to get up. After making coffee, she sat in her favourite chair near the book shelf, with the steaming cup of coffee in her hand; she was starring at a box standing on the desk in the other end of the room. Go for it Clarice, the contents of that box is not hunting, it is part of your life. Clarice got up and walked to desk. Her hand travelled over the lid, until she opened it. Her hand touched the black silk dress, remembering that faithful night where her life was turned up side down. She lifted the dress out of the box and it revealed the Gucci shoes and some letters where Lecter's copperplate handwriting was on. And finally the destination of her hand was reached, she took out a small packaged, brown paper packing. Clarice returned to her chair package in hand. Several minutes had passed, when Clarice began to unwrap the package in her hand, the paper gone Clarice sat with a harpy, and not just any harpy but Hannibal Lecter's harpy the one she suspected had killed Pazzi in Florence. She had found it in Krendler's house left on the dinner table as if it was a gift for her. She should have turned it over back then, but she couldn't, she didn't owe them anything. Clarice spoke out loud as if addressing a figure of her imagination "how would you think of me now Dr. Lecter hmm? My cheap shoes and your harpy" Clarice close her eyes for a moment weighing the knife in her hand, it felt so natural it almost scared her. "Is that suppose to be funny Clarice?" Clarice looked at the knife and held it up in the light, "yeah Clarice, you are frighten of what you might do," Clarice admitted to her self and her room. "But you find perfectly normal to be in love with a cannibal?" Clarice smiled to her self but let the question unanswered, she put the knife down on a shelf in front of Dante's Inferno and turned on the music and went to the bathroom which had a nice bathtub she used fairly often.
A/N Am I going to fast for you? Or is the story slow? Please do tell me. I have no idea where I am going since this is my first Hannibal fic, so you might wonder what is keeping him... hmmmm good things to those who wait. Hoping to have the next chapters up tomorrow, if not sooner. Ta ta
Clarice had come to several conclusions during the night. The sleep had been minimal, so she had spent the time thinking. There had been no screaming lambs, and yet no sleep. She still felt free and she had every intention of keeping it that way. How life could change. Clarice thought to herself, she had had enough of rude people running all over her like she was trash. It was time for a new start. The grey morning light filled the room, telling Clarice that it was time to get up. After making coffee, she sat in her favourite chair near the book shelf, with the steaming cup of coffee in her hand; she was starring at a box standing on the desk in the other end of the room. Go for it Clarice, the contents of that box is not hunting, it is part of your life. Clarice got up and walked to desk. Her hand travelled over the lid, until she opened it. Her hand touched the black silk dress, remembering that faithful night where her life was turned up side down. She lifted the dress out of the box and it revealed the Gucci shoes and some letters where Lecter's copperplate handwriting was on. And finally the destination of her hand was reached, she took out a small packaged, brown paper packing. Clarice returned to her chair package in hand. Several minutes had passed, when Clarice began to unwrap the package in her hand, the paper gone Clarice sat with a harpy, and not just any harpy but Hannibal Lecter's harpy the one she suspected had killed Pazzi in Florence. She had found it in Krendler's house left on the dinner table as if it was a gift for her. She should have turned it over back then, but she couldn't, she didn't owe them anything. Clarice spoke out loud as if addressing a figure of her imagination "how would you think of me now Dr. Lecter hmm? My cheap shoes and your harpy" Clarice close her eyes for a moment weighing the knife in her hand, it felt so natural it almost scared her. "Is that suppose to be funny Clarice?" Clarice looked at the knife and held it up in the light, "yeah Clarice, you are frighten of what you might do," Clarice admitted to her self and her room. "But you find perfectly normal to be in love with a cannibal?" Clarice smiled to her self but let the question unanswered, she put the knife down on a shelf in front of Dante's Inferno and turned on the music and went to the bathroom which had a nice bathtub she used fairly often.
A/N Am I going to fast for you? Or is the story slow? Please do tell me. I have no idea where I am going since this is my first Hannibal fic, so you might wonder what is keeping him... hmmmm good things to those who wait. Hoping to have the next chapters up tomorrow, if not sooner. Ta ta