Chapter 26
Clarice had returned to her room only to find something to wear, she had to get out of the house. What had she been thinking? She should have known better, the two of them having a chance, yeah right. No if they where to have a chance, if would be on his terms. Clarice felt like killing something or someone. She suddenly began to laugh again.
The afternoon air was, just right, it cooled Clarice. She was walking down her driveway, trying to forget her anger. Her thoughts began to move again, she wasn't sure that it was anger she felt, now it was more like desperation, he had been so close but still hadn't kiss her. of cause she should have known, she played with him, it was what she could expect in return. Was it always going to be like this, one always on the top playing with the other, then it would never work, Clarice would rather stand for the abuse the FBI put her though, then knowing she couldn't be the equal of Hannibal Lecter.
Clarice notice a car, hmm must be his. She tried to see if the doors was locked when they weren't she sat her self in the drive's seat. His scent was so strong mixed with his cologne. Clarice sat for a while looking up at her house. Her hands ran over the leather. Oh he had taste. There were no other trace of him in the car, he hadn't left anything behind, Clarice wondered if his fingerprints where there. She took her end of the sleeve and cleaned the car for her fingerprints and left.
She didn't walk back to the house, instead she continued on walking, she felt slight at ease without a weapon to protect her self with. The harpy was still on the table, and her gun, damn she had sent it back to Ardi.
She reached the main road, where several cars passed her by, seemingly in a great hurry. Clarice didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. All that meant anything to her, was that she didn't have to go back to the house, at this moment in time.
A trucker stopped some meters in front of Clarice. Who ever was in the truck open the door and waited for Clarice to catch up..
Clarice didn't speak Italian, but she guess he was asking if she needed a ride.
The fellow was rather big, and not very appetizing to look at, he was dyeing in need of a shower if that could do it.
"Do you speak English?" Clarice made no move to enter the truck and the ride he so generously offered. "Very Little. You need ride?" His voice was thick with his accent, and though Clarice had some difficulty understanding what was coming out of mouth she really could need a ride, out into no where. His eyes didn't try to hide his lust for her, and Clarice seriously doubted that it would be good, for his health to keep that up, he could die from it. Clarice smiled on the in side.
"Where are you headed?" "Florence" He answered back. Oh great and they say all roads leads to Rome, that's the joke of the century. Well Florence is always a place to start. Rides it seems are plenty. "Sure, I could use a ride." Clarice got in, and the trucker smiled to himself, for the catch of today. He wouldn't stop after a few miles and of cause as many times before asked to be paid.
Had he know who and what he had taken for a ride; he would have changed his thoughts.
A/N Well well well. It's seems our little heroine is having a fun time... tell me how many of you thought the story was about to end??? Hmmmm funny, I don't fell like cutting an end to right away, I'm having soooo much fun. Tell me what you think, and really I could use some ideas for a great ending.... should they have each other or not,,, do tell me, others won't...
Clarice had returned to her room only to find something to wear, she had to get out of the house. What had she been thinking? She should have known better, the two of them having a chance, yeah right. No if they where to have a chance, if would be on his terms. Clarice felt like killing something or someone. She suddenly began to laugh again.
The afternoon air was, just right, it cooled Clarice. She was walking down her driveway, trying to forget her anger. Her thoughts began to move again, she wasn't sure that it was anger she felt, now it was more like desperation, he had been so close but still hadn't kiss her. of cause she should have known, she played with him, it was what she could expect in return. Was it always going to be like this, one always on the top playing with the other, then it would never work, Clarice would rather stand for the abuse the FBI put her though, then knowing she couldn't be the equal of Hannibal Lecter.
Clarice notice a car, hmm must be his. She tried to see if the doors was locked when they weren't she sat her self in the drive's seat. His scent was so strong mixed with his cologne. Clarice sat for a while looking up at her house. Her hands ran over the leather. Oh he had taste. There were no other trace of him in the car, he hadn't left anything behind, Clarice wondered if his fingerprints where there. She took her end of the sleeve and cleaned the car for her fingerprints and left.
She didn't walk back to the house, instead she continued on walking, she felt slight at ease without a weapon to protect her self with. The harpy was still on the table, and her gun, damn she had sent it back to Ardi.
She reached the main road, where several cars passed her by, seemingly in a great hurry. Clarice didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. All that meant anything to her, was that she didn't have to go back to the house, at this moment in time.
A trucker stopped some meters in front of Clarice. Who ever was in the truck open the door and waited for Clarice to catch up..
Clarice didn't speak Italian, but she guess he was asking if she needed a ride.
The fellow was rather big, and not very appetizing to look at, he was dyeing in need of a shower if that could do it.
"Do you speak English?" Clarice made no move to enter the truck and the ride he so generously offered. "Very Little. You need ride?" His voice was thick with his accent, and though Clarice had some difficulty understanding what was coming out of mouth she really could need a ride, out into no where. His eyes didn't try to hide his lust for her, and Clarice seriously doubted that it would be good, for his health to keep that up, he could die from it. Clarice smiled on the in side.
"Where are you headed?" "Florence" He answered back. Oh great and they say all roads leads to Rome, that's the joke of the century. Well Florence is always a place to start. Rides it seems are plenty. "Sure, I could use a ride." Clarice got in, and the trucker smiled to himself, for the catch of today. He wouldn't stop after a few miles and of cause as many times before asked to be paid.
Had he know who and what he had taken for a ride; he would have changed his thoughts.
A/N Well well well. It's seems our little heroine is having a fun time... tell me how many of you thought the story was about to end??? Hmmmm funny, I don't fell like cutting an end to right away, I'm having soooo much fun. Tell me what you think, and really I could use some ideas for a great ending.... should they have each other or not,,, do tell me, others won't...