Surprise Surprise.
--------------Before I Start, I am starting my GCSEs this week, so a LOT of revision and homework for poor old Stephanie. It will be harder for me to get the time to write stories. I am at school now, and I am suppose to be doing some kind of ICT work, but I don't understand and my teacher won't help me, so I am getting board. Also, we are moving house and the interent will be off from 6th December to about 4th Feb (My sisters b-day!). Ok, on with the story PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! ALL IDEAS FOR THE ENDING OF THE STORY ARE DEFINATLY WELCOMED!!!!!--------------------
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Clarice stayed, rooted to the spot.
'Doc, Doctor Lecter…' He voice trailed off into the distance.
'Yes Clarice. I see that your troubled days and sleepless nights have not effected your memory.' He said. Clarice considered her options. She could either… where she was and hail some kind of abuse at him… but then again, he IS a serial killer, no matter how nice he is. She could make a run for it, but if the door was locked or if he caught up with her, there would be blood lost and it would not be his. Or, she could just sit down and talk to him. Like a real doctor. Like Doctor Walker. But this was a different head doctor. He was the reason why she was here in the first place. It was his fault. God Damn him. He hated him, all the pain that he had caused, the loss of her job. But there was a different part to her. A bigger part. And that part told her that she loved him. And always would.
'Doctor Lecter, what are you doing here?'
'I think that it is quite obvious why I am here Clarice. I wanted to make you better.' He replied in a slightly mocking tone.
'And you think that you can give me the treatment that Doctor Walker could not give me?' Doctor Lecter turned around in his seat to face her, so she could she his eyes.
'Most defiantly.' He said in a low voice. He saw her shudder at his low rumbling, like a shudder of cold, but the window wasn't open. She looked away from his intense stare. 'Sit, please.' He said in the same tone that he had said it when they had first ever met. She recognised it straight away. This relaxed the atmosphere slightly, and she let a small smile grace her face.
She is so beautiful, he thought to himself. He looked at her body without moving his head, or giving any indication that he was looking at her. She had lost a fair bit of weight since he had last spoken to her. It changed her completely. She seemed more nervous than the before, more nervous than the first day that they had met. But, that day wasn't just nevers. It was a mixture of lots of different things. Fear, excitement, nerves, a thirst to prove herself to him, a inner strength to show them all. But that had almost gone. The lively spark that had once danced within her eyes was now faded. Faded. It was still there, only ever so slightly though… maybe there was hope, maybe he could change her. They was something different about her. She had a different emotion. But, for the first time ever, he could not just put his hand on it…..
She had moved slightly, and the movement had awoken his acute senses again. He was aware of her new emotion now, and because he did not know what it was, he would treat her carefully…
'Please don't stand there in the doorway Clarice. It's rude.'
'I'd hate you to think of me as rude Doctor Lecter.' She said quietly. She inched slowly towards the chair furthest away from him and eventually sat down.
'Clarice I was listening to your conversation with Doctor walker on your first session. Then I read the notes that he had… evaluated you by….' She interrupted him
'Where is Doctor Walker?' She asked quickly. He tuted slightly.
'Now now Clarice, I would have thought that your mother would have taught you manners, her been a maid and all she should have them. As I said before Clarice, I have no reason to believe that your memory has been misplaced by any means. I have to ask you to please remember your manners next time.'
'Sorry.' She said, hanging her head.
'Doctor Walker I'm afraid had urgent business to attend to. He had to help a friend with the dinner…' He stopped and almost laughed at his own personal joke. Of course, she would understand. She lifted her head to look at him. 'Clarice I would be interested to know where such… philosophical words came from from a lil o' country daddy's girl…' He mimicked her accent, for he knew that it would make her angry. She looked up again, and looked him in the eyes. But it was not anger that she showed. It was pain. She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes.
'Why are you here Doctor?' she said quietly, holding back the tears of pain.
'I am here to help you Clarice…' He replied calmly. He did not expect her next reaction. She looked him square in the eyes and said
'Help me? Help me? You want to help ME? Oh, this is very thoughtful of you Doctor Lecter. Have you ever thought of me? Have you even considered why I am here? Have you thought of the possible reasons?
'Why now Doctor? Huh? I don't understand. You didn't help me with the buffalo Bill case. You didn't help me at all when it cam to Paul krendler, in fact, you made it worse. Do you hear me? You made it worse. I bet you've been watching me haven't you?' He anger was bubbling again, like it did with Jack Crawford. 'You've been watching me all the time, just waiting for me to crack, to be at my weakest. Well, I am. And it is because of YOU that that has happened. Everything I had, you have taken away from me.' She was shouting now, not caring who heard. 'I know that you always saw me as a strong fighter, but I am not. You took my pride from me. That is why I am saying this. You took anything that mattered away from me. You can do nothing to me now. I have no fear anymore. Do what you want to me. Go on. I am sick of this cat and mouse game that you are playing. I am here, so do what you want to me. Go on. Do it. You have your chance now.' She screamed at the top of her voice 'DO IT!!!!'
He couldn't cope with it. He ran forward and took her in his arms. She fought for a little while, but then stopped, sobbing into his arms, burying her face into his chest, seeking comfort from the man who had caused her all he pain and torment.
He could not believe it. He had done that to her. It was all his fault. How could he? She was the one person that he could ever care about, and look at her now.
'I can't cope' She said through racking sobs 'It's too much, I can't cope… I can't cope anymore…' He voice trailed again as he hushed her and rested his head upon hers, as silent tears slide down his cheek.
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Please Read- I have to tell someone. Ever get the feeling that no-one ever listens to you?
--------------- I hope that you are liking this… May I please say that I know EXCATLY how Clarice feels, because my family life hasn't been too good for a while, and I ran away for a bit, and when my dad found me, that is exactly what I did. I sat and I cried on him, just after I hit him in the chest because I thought that I hated him so bad, and I blamed him for all my pain….. that is where I got the idea for this chapter, and also the reason why there has been no chapters for a while… I still believe that I can't cope. But… I must get on.. I have loyal reviewers to please…. Ahem. I am I problem child and I know it. Writing is the only way I can express my feelings. Like writing a journal, but for other people…. Anyway, Please read and review-----------------
--------------Before I Start, I am starting my GCSEs this week, so a LOT of revision and homework for poor old Stephanie. It will be harder for me to get the time to write stories. I am at school now, and I am suppose to be doing some kind of ICT work, but I don't understand and my teacher won't help me, so I am getting board. Also, we are moving house and the interent will be off from 6th December to about 4th Feb (My sisters b-day!). Ok, on with the story PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! ALL IDEAS FOR THE ENDING OF THE STORY ARE DEFINATLY WELCOMED!!!!!--------------------
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Clarice stayed, rooted to the spot.
'Doc, Doctor Lecter…' He voice trailed off into the distance.
'Yes Clarice. I see that your troubled days and sleepless nights have not effected your memory.' He said. Clarice considered her options. She could either… where she was and hail some kind of abuse at him… but then again, he IS a serial killer, no matter how nice he is. She could make a run for it, but if the door was locked or if he caught up with her, there would be blood lost and it would not be his. Or, she could just sit down and talk to him. Like a real doctor. Like Doctor Walker. But this was a different head doctor. He was the reason why she was here in the first place. It was his fault. God Damn him. He hated him, all the pain that he had caused, the loss of her job. But there was a different part to her. A bigger part. And that part told her that she loved him. And always would.
'Doctor Lecter, what are you doing here?'
'I think that it is quite obvious why I am here Clarice. I wanted to make you better.' He replied in a slightly mocking tone.
'And you think that you can give me the treatment that Doctor Walker could not give me?' Doctor Lecter turned around in his seat to face her, so she could she his eyes.
'Most defiantly.' He said in a low voice. He saw her shudder at his low rumbling, like a shudder of cold, but the window wasn't open. She looked away from his intense stare. 'Sit, please.' He said in the same tone that he had said it when they had first ever met. She recognised it straight away. This relaxed the atmosphere slightly, and she let a small smile grace her face.
She is so beautiful, he thought to himself. He looked at her body without moving his head, or giving any indication that he was looking at her. She had lost a fair bit of weight since he had last spoken to her. It changed her completely. She seemed more nervous than the before, more nervous than the first day that they had met. But, that day wasn't just nevers. It was a mixture of lots of different things. Fear, excitement, nerves, a thirst to prove herself to him, a inner strength to show them all. But that had almost gone. The lively spark that had once danced within her eyes was now faded. Faded. It was still there, only ever so slightly though… maybe there was hope, maybe he could change her. They was something different about her. She had a different emotion. But, for the first time ever, he could not just put his hand on it…..
She had moved slightly, and the movement had awoken his acute senses again. He was aware of her new emotion now, and because he did not know what it was, he would treat her carefully…
'Please don't stand there in the doorway Clarice. It's rude.'
'I'd hate you to think of me as rude Doctor Lecter.' She said quietly. She inched slowly towards the chair furthest away from him and eventually sat down.
'Clarice I was listening to your conversation with Doctor walker on your first session. Then I read the notes that he had… evaluated you by….' She interrupted him
'Where is Doctor Walker?' She asked quickly. He tuted slightly.
'Now now Clarice, I would have thought that your mother would have taught you manners, her been a maid and all she should have them. As I said before Clarice, I have no reason to believe that your memory has been misplaced by any means. I have to ask you to please remember your manners next time.'
'Sorry.' She said, hanging her head.
'Doctor Walker I'm afraid had urgent business to attend to. He had to help a friend with the dinner…' He stopped and almost laughed at his own personal joke. Of course, she would understand. She lifted her head to look at him. 'Clarice I would be interested to know where such… philosophical words came from from a lil o' country daddy's girl…' He mimicked her accent, for he knew that it would make her angry. She looked up again, and looked him in the eyes. But it was not anger that she showed. It was pain. She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes.
'Why are you here Doctor?' she said quietly, holding back the tears of pain.
'I am here to help you Clarice…' He replied calmly. He did not expect her next reaction. She looked him square in the eyes and said
'Help me? Help me? You want to help ME? Oh, this is very thoughtful of you Doctor Lecter. Have you ever thought of me? Have you even considered why I am here? Have you thought of the possible reasons?
'Why now Doctor? Huh? I don't understand. You didn't help me with the buffalo Bill case. You didn't help me at all when it cam to Paul krendler, in fact, you made it worse. Do you hear me? You made it worse. I bet you've been watching me haven't you?' He anger was bubbling again, like it did with Jack Crawford. 'You've been watching me all the time, just waiting for me to crack, to be at my weakest. Well, I am. And it is because of YOU that that has happened. Everything I had, you have taken away from me.' She was shouting now, not caring who heard. 'I know that you always saw me as a strong fighter, but I am not. You took my pride from me. That is why I am saying this. You took anything that mattered away from me. You can do nothing to me now. I have no fear anymore. Do what you want to me. Go on. I am sick of this cat and mouse game that you are playing. I am here, so do what you want to me. Go on. Do it. You have your chance now.' She screamed at the top of her voice 'DO IT!!!!'
He couldn't cope with it. He ran forward and took her in his arms. She fought for a little while, but then stopped, sobbing into his arms, burying her face into his chest, seeking comfort from the man who had caused her all he pain and torment.
He could not believe it. He had done that to her. It was all his fault. How could he? She was the one person that he could ever care about, and look at her now.
'I can't cope' She said through racking sobs 'It's too much, I can't cope… I can't cope anymore…' He voice trailed again as he hushed her and rested his head upon hers, as silent tears slide down his cheek.
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Please Read- I have to tell someone. Ever get the feeling that no-one ever listens to you?
--------------- I hope that you are liking this… May I please say that I know EXCATLY how Clarice feels, because my family life hasn't been too good for a while, and I ran away for a bit, and when my dad found me, that is exactly what I did. I sat and I cried on him, just after I hit him in the chest because I thought that I hated him so bad, and I blamed him for all my pain….. that is where I got the idea for this chapter, and also the reason why there has been no chapters for a while… I still believe that I can't cope. But… I must get on.. I have loyal reviewers to please…. Ahem. I am I problem child and I know it. Writing is the only way I can express my feelings. Like writing a journal, but for other people…. Anyway, Please read and review-----------------