A/N this chapter is for Marcus Aurelius.
Chapter 51
Hannibal Lecter spent most of the day preparing for tonight's celebration. Clarice walked the grounds enjoying the nature around her; she wasn't worried about the fact that the Italian police and FBI was not fare away, and probably panicking over Special agent Mapp's disappearing. Clarice felt like she was in a dream, and what a wonderful one it was. She was with the man she loved, and for the first time since her father's death she was perfectly happy. Even if she should die tonight she would not mind, she would die with the man she loved, she could no longer live without him.
Her best friend, well she would do nothing more then to take her away from her newfound happiness, Mapp would do everything to rid the world of Dr. Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter, but what about the man Dr. Hannibal Lecter? Clarice would not let that happen, not for anything in the world.
The air was fresh and nice, Clarice decided to forgo her thought process for the moment and just enjoy it. Time flew by and before she knew it, the sun was beginning to set and she made her way back to the cabin. She felt excited; though she knew that it had something to do with Mapp she didn't know what that was. But she was pretty sure that tonight's meal was going to be exquisite. She briefly wondered if he had gotten her a new dress, if it was going to be a new Chesapeake, making the things right where they before had been wrong. Clarice found herself hoping it was so.
Clarice walked into the cabin, where Hannibal greeted her. he was already dressed in a black suit and white shirt and a maroon tie. Clarice's air supply was caught in her trouth. His white teeth glittered in the semi dark hallway. "Good evening Clarice" Clarice had lost her ability to speak, she was wondering if he had looked this sexy the night at Chesapeake and if he had why had she not jumped him right away? When the moment stretched Clarice cleared her trouth. "Hi" is was short but it was all she could manage at the moment.
Hannibal seemed to sense this and he was pleased. "I have laid out a dress for you, you of cause need to wear it, but I am sure you will like it. Perhaps a bath before dinner would relax you?" Clarice knew it wasn't a question or a demand it was something in between. But a bath would do wonders. "How long do I have?" "The dinner should be finished in an hour."
Clarice lingered before Hannibal. Before a smile broke on her face, and she kissed his cheek and went up stairs to her room, to prepare for the night's events what ever they might be.
When she got to her room, she found on her bed, a black dress, similar to the one that night on Chesapeake, yet not the same, Clarice mused to her self that, that would have been tasteless, it did not have the low cuts, it was silk. On the floor matching shoos. Clarice went out to the bathroom and began to run bath.
Meanwhile downstairs Hannibal had been preparing for tonight's dinner. Agent Mapp had been taped to a chair after she had been drugged. He wouldn't want her to disturb their dinner. He had never meant for Mapp to be on the menu, but Mapp would not leave this cabin alive. Hannibal looked at his watch, Clarice, would be down shortly.
The table had been set, and the room was lid with only candles, there was a fire in the open fireplace. The light was perfect. And the wine had the perfect temperature. Left was only his Starling, he would have a fully at last mind, body and soul. And she would give freely.
Just as he stood by the table a glorious figure appeared at the door. The dress was perfect, it brought out her features, it had been made for her, and the stars would tonight weep for envy of not having his Starling's beauty. Even his heart skipped a beat, something he had never experienced before.
"You look ravaging my dear, I am glad to see that the dress fits." Clarice stepped into the room, feeling the comfortable heat caressing her exposed skin. "Thank you" She stopped only a step from Hannibal.
Clarice looked into his eyes, there was no fear, only loved shined through. Hannibal gestured for her to seat as he pulled out the chair. And suddenly Clarice felt a need to lighten the serious mood that was over them. "I would ask what's for dinner, but knowing you, you would say never ask it spoils the surprise" Clarice gave him a smile, and was rewarded with one of his. "Hmmm."
If you will excuse me, I will get the first course. Clarice looked at him as he disappeared out into the kitchen. When he returned she kept her eyes on him, she couldn't get enough of the sight of him. He sat the plate down, a nice salad, and poured her a glass of wine, before taking his own seat directly across from her, but not out of reach.
Clarice knew how he valued patience so she waited for him to start. He raised the glass. "A toast?" Clarice took her glass as well. "A toast." She agreed "To beginnings and endings" Clarice lead the glass to her mouth and tasted the expensive drops of wine as the played across her tongue letting her senses enjoy it's aroma and taste.
They ate in silence after that, Clarice casted glances at Hannibal. When the salad had been eaten, Hannibal looked at Clarice. "You do know what it means all this?" Clarice nodded. "Yes" "Are you willing to pay the price for being with me? I will never be incarcerated again Clarice." She loved the way he said her name. "I know, nor will I" she knew that in that moment she had agreed to not interfere with what he had planed for Mapp, she had even agreed to help him.
Hannibal cleared the table of plates and once again disappeared into the kitchen only to return shortly with agent Mapp taped to a chair. She was gagged but other wise wide-awake. He arranged so that Mapp sat across from Clarice and next to him self. He again disappeared into the kitchen again. Leaving Clarice alone in the room with her former best friend. Clarice saw the fear in Mapp's eyes, and she got up went around the table over to Mapp where she removed the gag and went back to her seat.
"Clarice get me out of here." The desperate tone could not be hidden. Clarice looked at her. "I am sorry Ardelia, I can't do that." "What has he done to you? You've been brainwashed. You are not Clarice. She wouldn't do this."
"You never really knew me, did you Ardelia? No, you ran as fast as you could, when I got in trouble with the bureau, where were your friendship then?" Clarice's tone was level, no sign of regret or remorse, not even blame. "You would deny me this happiness, wouldn't you? Because you think it is wrong. You would hunt me down till you were sure I no longer roamed this earth, and Dr. Lecter too. I won't let you. I won't let any one get in the way of this, not even my best friend."
Tears where beginning to run down Ardelia's face, whether it was from acknowledging that it was a lost cause for her trying to convince Clarice to get her out of here, or it was for the truths she was faces with, Clarice did not know.
In that moment Hannibal returned. He didn't look surprised to find Clarice and agent Mapp still there, nor did he seem to mind that Mapp's gag had been removed. He arranged the main dish, and served both for Clarice and agent Mapp. And poured wine for both ladies. And then he cut lose one of Mapp's hands. And once again seated him self.
Ardelia looked like she couldn't believe what was going on. The scene seemed so displaced. And she wondered shortly if this is how Krendler felt in his last minutes on this planet.
Clarice and Hannibal began to eat. But the quietness of the setting was soon lost. "They will find me. They will be looking for a place like this." Clarice just looked at Ardelia and then returned to her meal. "My dear, what makes you think they will find this place hmmm? You do not even know where you are, let alone how long we have been here." Ardelia knew it, but she had hoped she could bluff her way out of this. "Let me go and you will live. You have the time to run before I get back to the others."
"Really Ardelia, what makes you think we will let you go, so that you can hunt us again. No, I am afraid that it will end tonight, and it will end with you."
Even Hannibal was surprised by her words. "Well said my dear." Hannibal raised a glass to her honor.
"How do you suggest we remove this little problem my dear?" He couldn't resist from asking, she did after all bring up the subject her self. " well how about that harpy of yours. It has done some nice jobs in the past, if my memory isn't falling me."
"yeeeees" Clarice read it in his eyes what he was about to. "Bye Ardi" "Good bye Agent Mapp" Ardelia next felt the cold steel of a harpy draw a line across her trouth.
Left were only a gurgling sound and the blood running down Ardelia.
"So my dear, up for desert"
A/N well it was about time for this one to be updated. I hope the length of this one made up for it. I do hope you enjoyed it, so don't forget to review it. I hope to have the final couple of chapters up soon. But if you know me, you will never know when then might be. Anyhoo happy reading.
Chapter 51
Hannibal Lecter spent most of the day preparing for tonight's celebration. Clarice walked the grounds enjoying the nature around her; she wasn't worried about the fact that the Italian police and FBI was not fare away, and probably panicking over Special agent Mapp's disappearing. Clarice felt like she was in a dream, and what a wonderful one it was. She was with the man she loved, and for the first time since her father's death she was perfectly happy. Even if she should die tonight she would not mind, she would die with the man she loved, she could no longer live without him.
Her best friend, well she would do nothing more then to take her away from her newfound happiness, Mapp would do everything to rid the world of Dr. Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter, but what about the man Dr. Hannibal Lecter? Clarice would not let that happen, not for anything in the world.
The air was fresh and nice, Clarice decided to forgo her thought process for the moment and just enjoy it. Time flew by and before she knew it, the sun was beginning to set and she made her way back to the cabin. She felt excited; though she knew that it had something to do with Mapp she didn't know what that was. But she was pretty sure that tonight's meal was going to be exquisite. She briefly wondered if he had gotten her a new dress, if it was going to be a new Chesapeake, making the things right where they before had been wrong. Clarice found herself hoping it was so.
Clarice walked into the cabin, where Hannibal greeted her. he was already dressed in a black suit and white shirt and a maroon tie. Clarice's air supply was caught in her trouth. His white teeth glittered in the semi dark hallway. "Good evening Clarice" Clarice had lost her ability to speak, she was wondering if he had looked this sexy the night at Chesapeake and if he had why had she not jumped him right away? When the moment stretched Clarice cleared her trouth. "Hi" is was short but it was all she could manage at the moment.
Hannibal seemed to sense this and he was pleased. "I have laid out a dress for you, you of cause need to wear it, but I am sure you will like it. Perhaps a bath before dinner would relax you?" Clarice knew it wasn't a question or a demand it was something in between. But a bath would do wonders. "How long do I have?" "The dinner should be finished in an hour."
Clarice lingered before Hannibal. Before a smile broke on her face, and she kissed his cheek and went up stairs to her room, to prepare for the night's events what ever they might be.
When she got to her room, she found on her bed, a black dress, similar to the one that night on Chesapeake, yet not the same, Clarice mused to her self that, that would have been tasteless, it did not have the low cuts, it was silk. On the floor matching shoos. Clarice went out to the bathroom and began to run bath.
Meanwhile downstairs Hannibal had been preparing for tonight's dinner. Agent Mapp had been taped to a chair after she had been drugged. He wouldn't want her to disturb their dinner. He had never meant for Mapp to be on the menu, but Mapp would not leave this cabin alive. Hannibal looked at his watch, Clarice, would be down shortly.
The table had been set, and the room was lid with only candles, there was a fire in the open fireplace. The light was perfect. And the wine had the perfect temperature. Left was only his Starling, he would have a fully at last mind, body and soul. And she would give freely.
Just as he stood by the table a glorious figure appeared at the door. The dress was perfect, it brought out her features, it had been made for her, and the stars would tonight weep for envy of not having his Starling's beauty. Even his heart skipped a beat, something he had never experienced before.
"You look ravaging my dear, I am glad to see that the dress fits." Clarice stepped into the room, feeling the comfortable heat caressing her exposed skin. "Thank you" She stopped only a step from Hannibal.
Clarice looked into his eyes, there was no fear, only loved shined through. Hannibal gestured for her to seat as he pulled out the chair. And suddenly Clarice felt a need to lighten the serious mood that was over them. "I would ask what's for dinner, but knowing you, you would say never ask it spoils the surprise" Clarice gave him a smile, and was rewarded with one of his. "Hmmm."
If you will excuse me, I will get the first course. Clarice looked at him as he disappeared out into the kitchen. When he returned she kept her eyes on him, she couldn't get enough of the sight of him. He sat the plate down, a nice salad, and poured her a glass of wine, before taking his own seat directly across from her, but not out of reach.
Clarice knew how he valued patience so she waited for him to start. He raised the glass. "A toast?" Clarice took her glass as well. "A toast." She agreed "To beginnings and endings" Clarice lead the glass to her mouth and tasted the expensive drops of wine as the played across her tongue letting her senses enjoy it's aroma and taste.
They ate in silence after that, Clarice casted glances at Hannibal. When the salad had been eaten, Hannibal looked at Clarice. "You do know what it means all this?" Clarice nodded. "Yes" "Are you willing to pay the price for being with me? I will never be incarcerated again Clarice." She loved the way he said her name. "I know, nor will I" she knew that in that moment she had agreed to not interfere with what he had planed for Mapp, she had even agreed to help him.
Hannibal cleared the table of plates and once again disappeared into the kitchen only to return shortly with agent Mapp taped to a chair. She was gagged but other wise wide-awake. He arranged so that Mapp sat across from Clarice and next to him self. He again disappeared into the kitchen again. Leaving Clarice alone in the room with her former best friend. Clarice saw the fear in Mapp's eyes, and she got up went around the table over to Mapp where she removed the gag and went back to her seat.
"Clarice get me out of here." The desperate tone could not be hidden. Clarice looked at her. "I am sorry Ardelia, I can't do that." "What has he done to you? You've been brainwashed. You are not Clarice. She wouldn't do this."
"You never really knew me, did you Ardelia? No, you ran as fast as you could, when I got in trouble with the bureau, where were your friendship then?" Clarice's tone was level, no sign of regret or remorse, not even blame. "You would deny me this happiness, wouldn't you? Because you think it is wrong. You would hunt me down till you were sure I no longer roamed this earth, and Dr. Lecter too. I won't let you. I won't let any one get in the way of this, not even my best friend."
Tears where beginning to run down Ardelia's face, whether it was from acknowledging that it was a lost cause for her trying to convince Clarice to get her out of here, or it was for the truths she was faces with, Clarice did not know.
In that moment Hannibal returned. He didn't look surprised to find Clarice and agent Mapp still there, nor did he seem to mind that Mapp's gag had been removed. He arranged the main dish, and served both for Clarice and agent Mapp. And poured wine for both ladies. And then he cut lose one of Mapp's hands. And once again seated him self.
Ardelia looked like she couldn't believe what was going on. The scene seemed so displaced. And she wondered shortly if this is how Krendler felt in his last minutes on this planet.
Clarice and Hannibal began to eat. But the quietness of the setting was soon lost. "They will find me. They will be looking for a place like this." Clarice just looked at Ardelia and then returned to her meal. "My dear, what makes you think they will find this place hmmm? You do not even know where you are, let alone how long we have been here." Ardelia knew it, but she had hoped she could bluff her way out of this. "Let me go and you will live. You have the time to run before I get back to the others."
"Really Ardelia, what makes you think we will let you go, so that you can hunt us again. No, I am afraid that it will end tonight, and it will end with you."
Even Hannibal was surprised by her words. "Well said my dear." Hannibal raised a glass to her honor.
"How do you suggest we remove this little problem my dear?" He couldn't resist from asking, she did after all bring up the subject her self. " well how about that harpy of yours. It has done some nice jobs in the past, if my memory isn't falling me."
"yeeeees" Clarice read it in his eyes what he was about to. "Bye Ardi" "Good bye Agent Mapp" Ardelia next felt the cold steel of a harpy draw a line across her trouth.
Left were only a gurgling sound and the blood running down Ardelia.
"So my dear, up for desert"
A/N well it was about time for this one to be updated. I hope the length of this one made up for it. I do hope you enjoyed it, so don't forget to review it. I hope to have the final couple of chapters up soon. But if you know me, you will never know when then might be. Anyhoo happy reading.