Disclaimer: I own nothing. *is sobbing hysterically*
A/N: Wow! I didn't have any help with this chapter! I feel so special! *hugs self* Of course, the format is normal, but oh well.
Don't really know why I'm telling you this, but this is the second to last chapter. I know what's going to happen.
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Doctor Lecter opened the door for Clarice and offered her his hand. She took it and stepped out of the car.
"Thank you," she said.
"Of course. Care to come inside? It's much warmer." The doctor's metallic voice sent shivers running down her spine, but she ignored them the best she could.
"That's why I came, isn't it?"
"Yes," Doctor Lecter said, smiling. He lead Clarice to the door, quickly unlocked it and showed her inside. "I hope you like it," he said, asking for her approval.
"I love it," Clarice answered looking around. Almost everything was made from mahogany and most of the colours in the room were dark blues, purples, greens and the occasional pink, colours that belong in a cabin like this one. Doctor Lecter smiled again.
"I'm glad. Please, sit," he said, ushering Clarice over to a dark green couch. She sat down in one corner and sighed contentedly at its softness. "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I know you haven't had breakfast yet."
"Some toast and a cup of milk coffee would be wonderful," Clarice replied. Doctor Lecter, no, Hannibal, left the living room into what she assumed was the kitchen.
"Do you want any help?" she called to him.
"No. Just relax, Clarice. You're my guest and I want you to enjoy your stay here as much as possible," the doctor, Hannibal, called back.
"Ok," Clarice said and tried to do as he said but found herself restless as she was not sued to have somebody do something for her. Eventually, Hannibal returned carrying two cups of coffee, one considerably darker than the other and a plate with two jellied sliced of toast.
"Thank you," Clarice said and took her food and drink.
"Not at all," Hannibal replied. They sat together eating and drinking in a comfortable silence, looking their food. After Clarice had finished her food, she looked into her cup of coffee, about half full, and watched its swirling colours. "I also find coffee quite fascinating, especially when I'm trying to not look at something else," Hannibal said. Clarice blushed and looked up at the doctor.
"I was not trying not to look somewhere else," Clarice lied. It was pointless because they both knew the truth.
"Please don't lie. If you had been looking up at me instead of your coffee, you would've noticed that i was doing the same thing," Hannibal said smiling.
"Well then, I guess we're even," Clarice smiled.
"Oh, no. You know what I want from you, you know the same piece of information from me, but I don't know it from you," he said, the smile still on his slips, but slightly artificial.
"Right. I had forgotten that."
"Well?" Hannibal said, the smile now back, but not like it was before. This time it was hopeful, for once showing his true feelings.
"Well what?" Clarice said, smiling.
"Clarice, please," Hannibal said. She was finally carrying out her threat to play games with him and he wasn't happy about it.
"You have to tell me what you want, otherwise I'll never know."
"Clarice . . ."
"Yes?"
"Just tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"How you feel."
"Feel about what?'
"Me."
"What about you?" Hannibal sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Clarice, this has gone beyond games. You're purposely annoying me, and it's working."
"That's what you do to me when you play games with me. I'm glad you finally know what it feels like," Clarice responded, still smiling.
"Fine. I'm sorry."
"Good."
"Now will you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Hannibal nearly screamed in frustration.
"Do you want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I'm in love with you,, Clarice. All I want to know is if you also love me." Clarice looked slightly taken back at his bluntness, but started smiling again, the blush also back.
"For once, Hannibal Lecter actually said what he was feeling. This must be a new record." Hannibal started at Clarice, eyes narrowed.
"Clarice, I've wanted to tell you that since we first met. Please don't draw it out any longer."
"Fine. Yes, I suppose you could say that I love you, but I don't think that we can be together," Clarice said, her smile changing from happy to sad. Hannibal sighed.
"I think that if we gave it a chance, it might."
"No, it really wont. Hannibal, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears started to well up in Clarice's eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She leaned forward, kissed Hannibal quickly on the lips and left, knowing that she was breaking both of their hearts.
"Clarice, don't go," Hannibal said. She turned around and looked at him sadly.
"I told you that if we continued to communicate that one of us was going to get heartbroken. I was wrong; we both did. I'm sorry," she said, the last part a whisper and left, closing the door quietly behind her.
A/N: Wow! I didn't have any help with this chapter! I feel so special! *hugs self* Of course, the format is normal, but oh well.
Don't really know why I'm telling you this, but this is the second to last chapter. I know what's going to happen.
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Doctor Lecter opened the door for Clarice and offered her his hand. She took it and stepped out of the car.
"Thank you," she said.
"Of course. Care to come inside? It's much warmer." The doctor's metallic voice sent shivers running down her spine, but she ignored them the best she could.
"That's why I came, isn't it?"
"Yes," Doctor Lecter said, smiling. He lead Clarice to the door, quickly unlocked it and showed her inside. "I hope you like it," he said, asking for her approval.
"I love it," Clarice answered looking around. Almost everything was made from mahogany and most of the colours in the room were dark blues, purples, greens and the occasional pink, colours that belong in a cabin like this one. Doctor Lecter smiled again.
"I'm glad. Please, sit," he said, ushering Clarice over to a dark green couch. She sat down in one corner and sighed contentedly at its softness. "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I know you haven't had breakfast yet."
"Some toast and a cup of milk coffee would be wonderful," Clarice replied. Doctor Lecter, no, Hannibal, left the living room into what she assumed was the kitchen.
"Do you want any help?" she called to him.
"No. Just relax, Clarice. You're my guest and I want you to enjoy your stay here as much as possible," the doctor, Hannibal, called back.
"Ok," Clarice said and tried to do as he said but found herself restless as she was not sued to have somebody do something for her. Eventually, Hannibal returned carrying two cups of coffee, one considerably darker than the other and a plate with two jellied sliced of toast.
"Thank you," Clarice said and took her food and drink.
"Not at all," Hannibal replied. They sat together eating and drinking in a comfortable silence, looking their food. After Clarice had finished her food, she looked into her cup of coffee, about half full, and watched its swirling colours. "I also find coffee quite fascinating, especially when I'm trying to not look at something else," Hannibal said. Clarice blushed and looked up at the doctor.
"I was not trying not to look somewhere else," Clarice lied. It was pointless because they both knew the truth.
"Please don't lie. If you had been looking up at me instead of your coffee, you would've noticed that i was doing the same thing," Hannibal said smiling.
"Well then, I guess we're even," Clarice smiled.
"Oh, no. You know what I want from you, you know the same piece of information from me, but I don't know it from you," he said, the smile still on his slips, but slightly artificial.
"Right. I had forgotten that."
"Well?" Hannibal said, the smile now back, but not like it was before. This time it was hopeful, for once showing his true feelings.
"Well what?" Clarice said, smiling.
"Clarice, please," Hannibal said. She was finally carrying out her threat to play games with him and he wasn't happy about it.
"You have to tell me what you want, otherwise I'll never know."
"Clarice . . ."
"Yes?"
"Just tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"How you feel."
"Feel about what?'
"Me."
"What about you?" Hannibal sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Clarice, this has gone beyond games. You're purposely annoying me, and it's working."
"That's what you do to me when you play games with me. I'm glad you finally know what it feels like," Clarice responded, still smiling.
"Fine. I'm sorry."
"Good."
"Now will you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Hannibal nearly screamed in frustration.
"Do you want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I'm in love with you,, Clarice. All I want to know is if you also love me." Clarice looked slightly taken back at his bluntness, but started smiling again, the blush also back.
"For once, Hannibal Lecter actually said what he was feeling. This must be a new record." Hannibal started at Clarice, eyes narrowed.
"Clarice, I've wanted to tell you that since we first met. Please don't draw it out any longer."
"Fine. Yes, I suppose you could say that I love you, but I don't think that we can be together," Clarice said, her smile changing from happy to sad. Hannibal sighed.
"I think that if we gave it a chance, it might."
"No, it really wont. Hannibal, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears started to well up in Clarice's eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She leaned forward, kissed Hannibal quickly on the lips and left, knowing that she was breaking both of their hearts.
"Clarice, don't go," Hannibal said. She turned around and looked at him sadly.
"I told you that if we continued to communicate that one of us was going to get heartbroken. I was wrong; we both did. I'm sorry," she said, the last part a whisper and left, closing the door quietly behind her.