Chapter 29
Clarice could hear him long before he even came close to the kitchen, his foul smell reached Clarice's nose, and she was reminded of her stomach. She decided she wanted to beat him to it. "You know it's rather rude not to knock before you enter someone's home." The steps stopped not fare from the kitchen door. He started mumbling something in Italian.
"I believe I told you earlier Mr. Oh I still don't know you name, but I am sure we'll get to that, as I said I believe I told you I don't understand Italian. But if you wish I'm sure I could find someone to translate for us." Clarice still with her back to the door, smiled at her own joke.
The trucker moved into the kitchen, Clarice didn't move, but she knew at all time where he was, though she had no idea where Hannibal was.
He moved closer, and Clarice finally got up from her chair and faced the trucker. "Don't you think it was time we got introduced?" the trucker just looked at her, rude indeed. "My name is Clarice." She extended her hand in a greeting, but he didn't take it. "You know I really detest rude people, and my companion feels the same way." At the same moment, Hannibal stepped into the kitchen.
"Ahh, am I to presumptuous in thinking this is our guest?" Clarice looked at the trucker for some sort of feeling, but the only thing that was there, was his anger and the dried blood. When he did answer Clarice did. "Yes Hannibal, our guest however would prefer to be anonymous, though I don't know why." Hannibal moved next to Clarice and looked at the trucker.
"Ah I see you where right about the bath." Clarice started to giggle. Drawing both the trucker and Lecter's attention. Hannibal loved to see and hear her laugh; she had been trough so much over the years. The look from the trucker was one of been-letting-out-of-the-loop. "Hannibal don't you think you should introduce your self?" "Your quit right my dear." Hannibal extended his hand. "My name is Hannibal Lecter." Hannibal made sure his surname was punctured.
The trucker went white, he now realized the mistake he had made, and was running for it, trying to get away. Unfortunately his size made it hard for him to move fast enough. Hannibal lunched himself at the trucker, who was down before he saw it coming. Hannibal moved the harpy across the trucker's throat. Clarice watched as his life slowly ebbed out of him.
"What a mess, and in my new kitchen." Clarice said with amusement. Hannibal rewarded her, with a grin showing his white teeth.
"Now, now Clarice. Don't you worry about that, no instead you could think about your little toy outside." Hannibal smiled. "Oh.... I'll just get my sorry ass out and do something about my little toy." Clarice was gone before Hannibal could comment on her language. Instead he smiled to him self. Hannibal started to clean up as he hears the engine of the truck outside.
Clarice could hear him long before he even came close to the kitchen, his foul smell reached Clarice's nose, and she was reminded of her stomach. She decided she wanted to beat him to it. "You know it's rather rude not to knock before you enter someone's home." The steps stopped not fare from the kitchen door. He started mumbling something in Italian.
"I believe I told you earlier Mr. Oh I still don't know you name, but I am sure we'll get to that, as I said I believe I told you I don't understand Italian. But if you wish I'm sure I could find someone to translate for us." Clarice still with her back to the door, smiled at her own joke.
The trucker moved into the kitchen, Clarice didn't move, but she knew at all time where he was, though she had no idea where Hannibal was.
He moved closer, and Clarice finally got up from her chair and faced the trucker. "Don't you think it was time we got introduced?" the trucker just looked at her, rude indeed. "My name is Clarice." She extended her hand in a greeting, but he didn't take it. "You know I really detest rude people, and my companion feels the same way." At the same moment, Hannibal stepped into the kitchen.
"Ahh, am I to presumptuous in thinking this is our guest?" Clarice looked at the trucker for some sort of feeling, but the only thing that was there, was his anger and the dried blood. When he did answer Clarice did. "Yes Hannibal, our guest however would prefer to be anonymous, though I don't know why." Hannibal moved next to Clarice and looked at the trucker.
"Ah I see you where right about the bath." Clarice started to giggle. Drawing both the trucker and Lecter's attention. Hannibal loved to see and hear her laugh; she had been trough so much over the years. The look from the trucker was one of been-letting-out-of-the-loop. "Hannibal don't you think you should introduce your self?" "Your quit right my dear." Hannibal extended his hand. "My name is Hannibal Lecter." Hannibal made sure his surname was punctured.
The trucker went white, he now realized the mistake he had made, and was running for it, trying to get away. Unfortunately his size made it hard for him to move fast enough. Hannibal lunched himself at the trucker, who was down before he saw it coming. Hannibal moved the harpy across the trucker's throat. Clarice watched as his life slowly ebbed out of him.
"What a mess, and in my new kitchen." Clarice said with amusement. Hannibal rewarded her, with a grin showing his white teeth.
"Now, now Clarice. Don't you worry about that, no instead you could think about your little toy outside." Hannibal smiled. "Oh.... I'll just get my sorry ass out and do something about my little toy." Clarice was gone before Hannibal could comment on her language. Instead he smiled to him self. Hannibal started to clean up as he hears the engine of the truck outside.