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A/N: Nothing much to say. Much thanks to SlowChemical77 for help with the ideas.
And I know this format isn't as creative as most of them are, but they need to meet sometime and this is much more interesting than what I had in mind, since SlowChemical77 gave me the idea for it.
And warning about an evil cliff hanger.
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Clarice woke up and rolled over to see what time it was. Instead of seeing the clock, her cell phone was sitting in front of it, making it impossible for her to see what time it was. She looked at it puzzled, wondering if cell phones got up in the middle of the night to walk around, and decided that she had just forgot that she had put it there last night. She reached over to move it, but on top of it was a piece of paper that she was positive she hadn't put there. Clarice picked it up and read it.
Clarice
I know you said that we should stop communication, but I think that we really need to talk. Be ready to leave at ten a.m. with your cell phone turned on.
-H
Clarice stared at the letter. She had told the doctor that they couldn't write anymore and he ignored her, still sending her an email. After what had happened last time with cell phones, he still expected her to go along with his plan. Even more crazily, she was going to. Clarice glanced at the clock and realized with a start that it was nine fifty. She jumped out of bed and into the shower, not bothering to wait for the warm water to come on and got rewarded with being submerged in probably the coldest water that she had been in in years. Clarice quickly slathered herself with soap and washed it off, wishing she had enough time to shampoo her hair, and quickly got out and dried herself, throwing the towel on the floor. She went back into her bedroom and glanced at the clock. Nine fifty five. She ran over to her dresser and quickly threw on her underwear, not bothering to see that it was inside out. Clarice cursed, pulled it off and then back on the right way. She opened her shirt drawer and sighed happily that she had just done the laundry so that she could wear whatever she wanted. She pulled out a dark blue turtle neck and pulled it on, slammed that drawer closed and opened her pants. Not having much of a choice there, she grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. Clarice looked on top of her dresser to see if she had anything that could make her hair remotely interesting, and decided that she didn't, but she pulled it back with a large dark blue clip. She walked over to her mirror and surveyed herself. She smiled and decided that she looked reasonable. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nine fifty nine. She ran over to her cell phone and turned it on. She sat down and watched the seconds on her clock go by. At exactly ten o'clock, the phone rang. She took a deep breath and answered it.
"Hello Clarice."
"Good morning, Doctor Lecter."
"Please, Clarice, call me by my first name."
"Why."
"Because I asked you to and it's only polite."
"If you insist, I will, but it will be a difficult habit to break."
"Thanks ok. Before I give you directions, I am sorry that you only had ten minutes to get ready. I considered waking you up, but decided that you would be much happier if I didn't."
"Thank you, but you could've set my alarm for nine or something."
"I didn't know how your alarm clock worked."
"Don't lie to me, doctor. You know I can tell when you do. For whatever reason you didn't want me to wake up, that is, I suppose, your business."
"Yes, it is. And don't worry about being followed this time."
"Why?"
"You'll see when you go outside. And take a jacket with you; it's cold."
Clarice grabbed her jacket and walked out the door, wondering what could possibly keep someone from following her. She gasped. In her driveway instead of her old mustang, there was a brand new black jaguar convertible.
"You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Of course I know. Now get in and go onto Rout 67."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see. And don't worry about getting lost, either. I'm right behind you."
Clarice turned around in her seat, trying to see where the doctor might be. She didn't see any cars that weren't normally there. This meant several things. Either his car had been there for the past six months or so, he was planning to steal someone else's car or he was going to meet up with her later.
"You won't see me yet. As soon as we're on the highway, I think you'll figure out which car I'm in, although it hardly makes a difference."
"Actually it does. As long as I know which car is yours, I'll know if someone else is following us."
"They won't. I took care of him earlier today."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Doctor . . ."
"It's Hannibal, and you really don't need to know."
"You promised me that you wouldn't eat anyone."
"And I didn't, although he looked quite delicious."
"What exist am I going to take?"
"I'll tell you when we get nearer. It isn't actually an exist, more of a side road. A side road with no sign, so I can't tell you what number it is."
"Then how much longer will it be before I get there?"
"Turn."
"How long will this road go on for? I can hardly see because of all the trees."
"A bit longer. Don't worry, though. The road is straight and I cleared most of the large branched for you last night."
"Thank you very much."
"Not at all. By the way, do you like the car?"
"Yes, very much. Thanks for letting me borrow it."
"It's yours."
"What? You can't go around buying people Jaguars!"
"Apparently you can because I did."
"You're amazing."
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
"All of the registration papers are in the glove compartment, but I don't think you'll need them. I got it in your name, telling them that it was a birthday present for my sister."
"Thank you. And don't say anytime because I really don't need a ton of Jaguars."
"I know. We're almost there."
"Good. This isn't ideal driving conditions."
"I know. And here we are. Park anywhere."
Clarice drove into a little grove. In the middle was a log cabin that looked like it could've come out of a movie set. It was square, built entirely out of logs and a small line of smoke was coming out of the chimney.
"You shouldn't have left the fireplace going."
"I know, but the looks of it are so picturesque and I thought that you would appreciate coming to a warm house."
"Very much. We don't really need cell phones now, do we?"
"No."
"Then I'm going to hang up because I really need to save the batteries."
"Of course, Clarice. Good bye."
"Good bye."
"Hello, Clarice."
A/N: Nothing much to say. Much thanks to SlowChemical77 for help with the ideas.
And I know this format isn't as creative as most of them are, but they need to meet sometime and this is much more interesting than what I had in mind, since SlowChemical77 gave me the idea for it.
And warning about an evil cliff hanger.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clarice woke up and rolled over to see what time it was. Instead of seeing the clock, her cell phone was sitting in front of it, making it impossible for her to see what time it was. She looked at it puzzled, wondering if cell phones got up in the middle of the night to walk around, and decided that she had just forgot that she had put it there last night. She reached over to move it, but on top of it was a piece of paper that she was positive she hadn't put there. Clarice picked it up and read it.
Clarice
I know you said that we should stop communication, but I think that we really need to talk. Be ready to leave at ten a.m. with your cell phone turned on.
-H
Clarice stared at the letter. She had told the doctor that they couldn't write anymore and he ignored her, still sending her an email. After what had happened last time with cell phones, he still expected her to go along with his plan. Even more crazily, she was going to. Clarice glanced at the clock and realized with a start that it was nine fifty. She jumped out of bed and into the shower, not bothering to wait for the warm water to come on and got rewarded with being submerged in probably the coldest water that she had been in in years. Clarice quickly slathered herself with soap and washed it off, wishing she had enough time to shampoo her hair, and quickly got out and dried herself, throwing the towel on the floor. She went back into her bedroom and glanced at the clock. Nine fifty five. She ran over to her dresser and quickly threw on her underwear, not bothering to see that it was inside out. Clarice cursed, pulled it off and then back on the right way. She opened her shirt drawer and sighed happily that she had just done the laundry so that she could wear whatever she wanted. She pulled out a dark blue turtle neck and pulled it on, slammed that drawer closed and opened her pants. Not having much of a choice there, she grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. Clarice looked on top of her dresser to see if she had anything that could make her hair remotely interesting, and decided that she didn't, but she pulled it back with a large dark blue clip. She walked over to her mirror and surveyed herself. She smiled and decided that she looked reasonable. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nine fifty nine. She ran over to her cell phone and turned it on. She sat down and watched the seconds on her clock go by. At exactly ten o'clock, the phone rang. She took a deep breath and answered it.
"Hello Clarice."
"Good morning, Doctor Lecter."
"Please, Clarice, call me by my first name."
"Why."
"Because I asked you to and it's only polite."
"If you insist, I will, but it will be a difficult habit to break."
"Thanks ok. Before I give you directions, I am sorry that you only had ten minutes to get ready. I considered waking you up, but decided that you would be much happier if I didn't."
"Thank you, but you could've set my alarm for nine or something."
"I didn't know how your alarm clock worked."
"Don't lie to me, doctor. You know I can tell when you do. For whatever reason you didn't want me to wake up, that is, I suppose, your business."
"Yes, it is. And don't worry about being followed this time."
"Why?"
"You'll see when you go outside. And take a jacket with you; it's cold."
Clarice grabbed her jacket and walked out the door, wondering what could possibly keep someone from following her. She gasped. In her driveway instead of her old mustang, there was a brand new black jaguar convertible.
"You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Of course I know. Now get in and go onto Rout 67."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see. And don't worry about getting lost, either. I'm right behind you."
Clarice turned around in her seat, trying to see where the doctor might be. She didn't see any cars that weren't normally there. This meant several things. Either his car had been there for the past six months or so, he was planning to steal someone else's car or he was going to meet up with her later.
"You won't see me yet. As soon as we're on the highway, I think you'll figure out which car I'm in, although it hardly makes a difference."
"Actually it does. As long as I know which car is yours, I'll know if someone else is following us."
"They won't. I took care of him earlier today."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Doctor . . ."
"It's Hannibal, and you really don't need to know."
"You promised me that you wouldn't eat anyone."
"And I didn't, although he looked quite delicious."
"What exist am I going to take?"
"I'll tell you when we get nearer. It isn't actually an exist, more of a side road. A side road with no sign, so I can't tell you what number it is."
"Then how much longer will it be before I get there?"
"Turn."
"How long will this road go on for? I can hardly see because of all the trees."
"A bit longer. Don't worry, though. The road is straight and I cleared most of the large branched for you last night."
"Thank you very much."
"Not at all. By the way, do you like the car?"
"Yes, very much. Thanks for letting me borrow it."
"It's yours."
"What? You can't go around buying people Jaguars!"
"Apparently you can because I did."
"You're amazing."
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
"All of the registration papers are in the glove compartment, but I don't think you'll need them. I got it in your name, telling them that it was a birthday present for my sister."
"Thank you. And don't say anytime because I really don't need a ton of Jaguars."
"I know. We're almost there."
"Good. This isn't ideal driving conditions."
"I know. And here we are. Park anywhere."
Clarice drove into a little grove. In the middle was a log cabin that looked like it could've come out of a movie set. It was square, built entirely out of logs and a small line of smoke was coming out of the chimney.
"You shouldn't have left the fireplace going."
"I know, but the looks of it are so picturesque and I thought that you would appreciate coming to a warm house."
"Very much. We don't really need cell phones now, do we?"
"No."
"Then I'm going to hang up because I really need to save the batteries."
"Of course, Clarice. Good bye."
"Good bye."
"Hello, Clarice."