Chapter 48
A figure emerged from the dark, you wouldn't have heard him coming, he was the perfect hunter, and if you heard him, it was too late. Hannibal was a predetor, he could turn every thing around to his aventage.
The darkness spoke to him and comforted him, just like wide spaces. Hannibal had accepted long ago, that this was part of him, he wouldn't as so many others, deny that which made him Hannibal Lecter. He mused over the fact that those who didn't knew him as Lecter found him to be a gentleman, pleasing to be around, and a superb cook.
No one, would ever come to accept him for what he is. He understod perfectly why, he was to walk alone. Or so it was until he met Clarice Starling, a promesing protegé of Jack Crawford, she had been the only one to see that besides what the system had labled him, there might be a human being, and she had her dark sides, they did indee share the same stars. Hmm but their story was ironic.
Hannibal had often picture Clarice in a different time, what had she been if her daddy hadn't been killed, would she already then have accepted what she was? and what she was to become? Would they have met?
Hannibal liked to think so. But he doubted it would have been as fun.
Hannibal found Clarice asleep, she hadn't heard him returning. He knew that she was exsausted, but he also knew that she didn't wanted to admit it, she would push her self until the edge perhaps even futher.
He had checked out the cabin, there wasn't a single person in sight and he hoped that, that would be the case for quit some time, or at least until the dogs had been called back.
Hannibal lifted Clarice up in his arms. And began the short walk to the cabin. Clarice snuggled in, and put her head on his shoulder. He had to admit it, he liked it, having her this close.
Clarice didn't wake up through the little walk, nor did she wake as they entered the cabin and as he laid her on the bed and tugged her in. He didn't need sleep just yet, there were things that needed to be done, he would have to do something about Agent Mapp, if Clarice indee was sure that it was Agent Mapp that was running things, there would be a good chance they would be spotted.
There is nothing like personal vengens to drive you, it was a primitive feeling. But it would enable you to go futher then you would have in a normal situasion. So he would have to call upon this individual, maybe ask her for dinner.
Hannibal had his concerns when it came to Clarice, he didn't think she would stand helpless and wathced as her "Former" best friend would see her end. But getting agent Mapp here would also served another purpose, it would test how far Clarice was willing to go. It was something Hannibal had no clue to, she would go far, she had after all killed multiple times, but harming those you know is an entierly different matter, and he wanted to know, it would be fun.
He also had a bit of shopping to do, he was fairly sure that Clarice would sleep for at least nine hours, knowing her sleep patterns as he did, he would even think she would sleep more. All in all it give him time enough for the preparations he needed. And when she would wake up it would be time to have fun.
It was time to see if it was him she wanted, it would be all of him or none. She had once said that she would never ask him to stop, and he believed her, but who was at risk at that time? Her self? Now it would be someone who had been close to her, to see things in a different perspective.
Hannibal wrote a small note in case she would wake up while he was there. And then he found the pick up he had parked there some time ago, it was time to go to town.
Hannibal walked outside, the night was coming to an end, but it would be a while before the sun would come up, in the distant he could hear the choppers and the the car horns. He mused at the fact that they had for the past twenty four hours stopped every car on it's way out of Italy, it was useless, the police often made that mistake with him, leaving the coundtry as soon as possible, when you where just as safe inside the borders.
Keep close to the police and they wouldn't notice if you where just under their noses. Except from Clarice, she would be able to trace his wereabouts, but now she had found what she had been looking for.
Hannibal found the rusty red pickup where he had parked it, he pulled his hat down so that none could see his eyes, they would have to know what they where looking for.
The cabin was secluded from public, by a long private road with trees on each side. It was a perfect place in the winter when you wanted to go skiing, Hannibal though didn't have that in mind when he had bought the place. It was a perfect hide out, close to the border, private, and it had a perfect kitchen and an open fire place.
Hannibal had spent time there often, it was in his beloved Italy, but it was a place where none thought of looking.
Hannibal started the pickup and drove down the road and towards town.
A figure emerged from the dark, you wouldn't have heard him coming, he was the perfect hunter, and if you heard him, it was too late. Hannibal was a predetor, he could turn every thing around to his aventage.
The darkness spoke to him and comforted him, just like wide spaces. Hannibal had accepted long ago, that this was part of him, he wouldn't as so many others, deny that which made him Hannibal Lecter. He mused over the fact that those who didn't knew him as Lecter found him to be a gentleman, pleasing to be around, and a superb cook.
No one, would ever come to accept him for what he is. He understod perfectly why, he was to walk alone. Or so it was until he met Clarice Starling, a promesing protegé of Jack Crawford, she had been the only one to see that besides what the system had labled him, there might be a human being, and she had her dark sides, they did indee share the same stars. Hmm but their story was ironic.
Hannibal had often picture Clarice in a different time, what had she been if her daddy hadn't been killed, would she already then have accepted what she was? and what she was to become? Would they have met?
Hannibal liked to think so. But he doubted it would have been as fun.
Hannibal found Clarice asleep, she hadn't heard him returning. He knew that she was exsausted, but he also knew that she didn't wanted to admit it, she would push her self until the edge perhaps even futher.
He had checked out the cabin, there wasn't a single person in sight and he hoped that, that would be the case for quit some time, or at least until the dogs had been called back.
Hannibal lifted Clarice up in his arms. And began the short walk to the cabin. Clarice snuggled in, and put her head on his shoulder. He had to admit it, he liked it, having her this close.
Clarice didn't wake up through the little walk, nor did she wake as they entered the cabin and as he laid her on the bed and tugged her in. He didn't need sleep just yet, there were things that needed to be done, he would have to do something about Agent Mapp, if Clarice indee was sure that it was Agent Mapp that was running things, there would be a good chance they would be spotted.
There is nothing like personal vengens to drive you, it was a primitive feeling. But it would enable you to go futher then you would have in a normal situasion. So he would have to call upon this individual, maybe ask her for dinner.
Hannibal had his concerns when it came to Clarice, he didn't think she would stand helpless and wathced as her "Former" best friend would see her end. But getting agent Mapp here would also served another purpose, it would test how far Clarice was willing to go. It was something Hannibal had no clue to, she would go far, she had after all killed multiple times, but harming those you know is an entierly different matter, and he wanted to know, it would be fun.
He also had a bit of shopping to do, he was fairly sure that Clarice would sleep for at least nine hours, knowing her sleep patterns as he did, he would even think she would sleep more. All in all it give him time enough for the preparations he needed. And when she would wake up it would be time to have fun.
It was time to see if it was him she wanted, it would be all of him or none. She had once said that she would never ask him to stop, and he believed her, but who was at risk at that time? Her self? Now it would be someone who had been close to her, to see things in a different perspective.
Hannibal wrote a small note in case she would wake up while he was there. And then he found the pick up he had parked there some time ago, it was time to go to town.
Hannibal walked outside, the night was coming to an end, but it would be a while before the sun would come up, in the distant he could hear the choppers and the the car horns. He mused at the fact that they had for the past twenty four hours stopped every car on it's way out of Italy, it was useless, the police often made that mistake with him, leaving the coundtry as soon as possible, when you where just as safe inside the borders.
Keep close to the police and they wouldn't notice if you where just under their noses. Except from Clarice, she would be able to trace his wereabouts, but now she had found what she had been looking for.
Hannibal found the rusty red pickup where he had parked it, he pulled his hat down so that none could see his eyes, they would have to know what they where looking for.
The cabin was secluded from public, by a long private road with trees on each side. It was a perfect place in the winter when you wanted to go skiing, Hannibal though didn't have that in mind when he had bought the place. It was a perfect hide out, close to the border, private, and it had a perfect kitchen and an open fire place.
Hannibal had spent time there often, it was in his beloved Italy, but it was a place where none thought of looking.
Hannibal started the pickup and drove down the road and towards town.