What About The Girl?
By Risty Maskell
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. If you don't recognise it, it's mine.
Summary: This little bunny is quite interesting and won't leave me alone. It's kinda hard to ignore a Hannibal the Cannibal bunny who is threatening to eat you if you don't write it's story...
~*~*~
1994
~*~*~
30 December
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"I'm going to miss you all so much." Juliette said, hugging Thomas and Fiona hard. She turned to Shea and Peta and gave each of them a hug too. Peta had tears in her eyes.
"You'd better write to us!" She said, giving her firend an extra hug. "I'll miss you so much."
"I promise to write every week!" Juliette smiled, accepting the hug. "And don't worry! I'll miss you too!"
"All passangers for flight 3254 to Florence, Italy, please board the plane now." Said a voice over the PA.
"Well, sounds like you have to go." Thomas said, handing her a back pack. "Have a great time, Juliette."
"I will. Thanks for being my stand in parents." She smiled. "Love you guys!" She handed her boarding pass to the flight attendent and walked through and onto the plane. Another flight attendent showed her to her seat and she sat, looking out the window. I hope Florence is as pretty as Dad said it is... She thought to herself, slowly falling asleep as her ears popped from the pressure.
~*~*~
Hannibal sat in the shadows near the table next to his drawer. Clarice Starling, wet from the rain was sitting on the other side, next to the drawer.
"Hester Moffet. It's an anagram, isn't it, Doctor? Hester Mofet... "The rest of me." Miss The-Rest-of-Me... Meaning, that you rented that garage." No answer. The drawer slid her way with a clean towel in it. She took it, beginning to pat her hair dry. "Thank you."
"Your bleeding has stopped." The man didn't miss a trick, did he?
"How did-?" She stopped herself. "It's nothing. Just a scratch. Dr Lecter... who's head was in that bottle?"
"Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?" He asked, face hidden in the shadows.
"Do you know something about him?" She asked, not wanting to sound to hopeful.
"I might if I saw the case file. You could get that for me." Came his reply. She paused.
"Why don't we talk about "Miss Mofet?" You wanted me to find him." She countered, still looking for him in the corner.
"His real name is Benjamin Raspail. A former patient of mine, whose romantic attachments ran to, shall we say, the exotic...? I did not kill him, I assure you. Merely tucked him away. Very much as I found him, after he's missed three appointments." Hannibal chuckled to himself. It was Benjamin Raspail that had led Will Graham to find and arrest him.
"But if you didn't kill him, then who did?" Starling asked, curious.
"Who can say? Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going no where." Hannibal said, almost lazily.
"His dress? makeup? Raspail was a transvestite?" Her curiousity was genuine... he thought. Interesting...
"In life? oh no. Garden variety manic-depressive.. Tedious. Very tedious. And I just think of him as kind of experiment. A fledgling killer's first effort at transformation. How did you feel when you saw him, Clarice?" He said, suddenly turning the question of the curious student.
"Scared, at first. Then - exhilarated." Hannibal raised an eyebrow.
"Jack Crawford is helping your career, isn't he? Apparently he likes you. And you like him, too." He said, his voice not showing any emotion.
"I never thought about it." She said truthfully.
"Do you think Jack Crawford wants you, sexually? True, he's much older, but - do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges... fucking you?" Games such as this were amusing at times...
"That doesn't interest me, Doctor. And frankly, it's the sort of thing Miggs would say." She said, obviously disgusted.
"Not any more." He said, the lights coming up to show him sitting on his cot. "Thank you, Barney."
Starlings eyes roved the walls, which were bare. "What happened to your drawings?"
"Punishment, you see. For Miggs. Just like that gospel program. When you leave, they'll turn the volume way up. Dr. Chilton does enjoy his petty torments." Starling looked at the television set that was silently showing a gospel of the Lord program.
"What did you mean by transformation, Doctor?" She asked, sitting up.
"I've been in this room for eight years, now Clarice. And I know they will never, ever let me out while I'm alive. What I want is a view. I want a window where I can see a tree, or even water. I want to be in a federal institution, far away from Dr. Chilton." He said, ignoring her questions. Somewhere I can see my daughter as freely as I please.
"What did you mean by fledgling killer? Are you saying that he's killed again?" She knew she couldn't get her hopes up, but she couldn't help it.
"I'm offering you a psychological profile of Buffalo Bill based on the case evidence.. I'll help you catch him, Clarice." He said, drawing out each word.
"You know who he is, don't you? Tell me who decapitated your patient, Doctor." She said, trying not to let her patience wear thin.
"All good things to those who wait. I've waited, Clarice, but how long can you and dull Jackie boy wait? Our little Billy must all ready be searching for that next special lady." Her expression was just enough to make him want to smile.
~
"Miss? Miss! Wake up, please, Miss!" The flight attendent said, gently shaking Juliette's shoulder. The young girl jolted awake.
"Huh? What? How long have I been asleep?" She asked groggily. "Where are we?"
"We're just about to land in Florence." The attendent said with a smile. Juliette smiled back and gathered her things up. As the plane landed, she found herself wondering what her father was doing at the moment. The plane landed with a swift bump and went down the runway until it slowed to a stop.
So, here she was in Italy. She smiled to herself as she got off the plane. She looked around for her aunt and uncle and cousins.
"Juliette! Juliette! Over here!" Called a voice. Juliette looked around and saw a woman with long black hair and green eyes. She looked a bit like her own mother. Duh! She's my aunt! She said to herself. She walked over to them and Katrina hugged her. "It's great to see you again!" She said, her voice had a slight italian accent to it. David gave her a hug too. She hugged each one of them in turn, smiling to her ears.
"Ciao!" She said, her eyes twinkling. Her cousins laughed. "Ciao Zia Katrina! Ciao, Zio David! Ciao Alexandra, Renee e Tim!" They all laughed.
"You've learnt a lot of Italian!" Alex said. "You've been taking those classes, haven't you?"
"Si..." Juliette said, yawning. "Ergh... I feel so tired."
"Jet lagged." David said. "Come on, we'll get you home, huh?"
~
After a week of staying with the Fordman's, Juliette became accustomed to talking in either English or Italian. They usualy spoke English when around the home, but when at school, all four of the children used fluent Italian to converse with their teachers and peers. Juliette enjoyed being in Italy. It was beautiful, charming and romantic. The only thing missing was her father. For the first time since she was six years old, she wondered what her father had done that made him stay in prison. She decided to ask her aunt that night.
"Zia Katrina?" She asked, stepping into the Library where Katrina was reading a book, curled up in a chair.
"Si?" She asked, looking up and removing her glasses. "Juliette? What's wrong?"
"Can I ask you something?" Juliette asked, stepping further into the room.
"Sure. Sit down, what do you want to know?" Katrina moved her feet off the couch and Juliette sat down next to her.
"I want to know what my father did." She said, cutting straight to the chase.
"What do you mean, Juliette?" She asked, closing the book with a marker.
"I mean, what did Dad do to land him in jail for the rest of his life?" Juliette said, looking straight into her Aunt's eye. "I'm twelve, Zia Katrina, I'm not a kid any more."
"You mean to tell me Thomas Bradley didn't tell you?" Katrina asked, absolutely incredulous.
"No. Tom just said that Dad was very sick in the head. That night, when I found him and Mr Graham... I was to panicked to really care what had happened."
"I can understand that." Katrina said, stroking a slender hand through her niece's hair. "Juliette, I can't really explain what your father did. But I know it wasn't pleasent. All I know, is that your father killed a lot of people."
"But I need a definate answer." Juliette said, fiddling with the hem of her denim dress. "Do you think I could go to the library after school tomorrow? I heard it was a famous case."
"Of course, I'll tell Alex to take you there." She smiled. "When you do find out... will your feelings toward your father change?"
"No. He's still my dad. And nothing will ever change that." Juliette said.
"Spoken like a true Lecter." Katrina smiled. "You sound just like your father did, back when we first met him in Paris."
Juliette smiled.
~
The next day, Alexandra and Juliette walked from school to the Capponi Library. They walked in and a lady at the desk smiled.
"Ciao, ragazze. Come posso aiutili oggi?" She said.
"Hi, stiamo facendo un'assegnazione per la scuola." Alexandra said, smiling. "Stiamo facendolo sui crimini famosi ed abbiamo bisogno delle informazioni su Hannibal Lecter."
The woman nodded. "Hannibal Lecter... Parte 58. Primo piano."
"Grazie molto!" Juliette said and the two girls went up to the first floor.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Alex said, after about half an hour of searching.
"Stuff on my fathers trial!" Juliette said, flipping through one for the big newspaper cronicle. "I have to know what happened."
"Well, why didn't you say so!" Alex said, closing her book. "Juli, you're dad killed nine people!"
"I know that!" Juliette said, frowning.
"He didn't just kill them, Juli... he ate them." Alex said, looking at her cousin.
Juliette looked up. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly." Alex said. She opened her book and kept on looking for the article. "Hey! Here it is! 1986..." She showed the article to Juliette who took it and read it. After reading it, she looked up with wide eyes.
"My dad is a cannibal?"
By Risty Maskell
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. If you don't recognise it, it's mine.
Summary: This little bunny is quite interesting and won't leave me alone. It's kinda hard to ignore a Hannibal the Cannibal bunny who is threatening to eat you if you don't write it's story...
~*~*~
1994
~*~*~
30 December
~*~*~
"I'm going to miss you all so much." Juliette said, hugging Thomas and Fiona hard. She turned to Shea and Peta and gave each of them a hug too. Peta had tears in her eyes.
"You'd better write to us!" She said, giving her firend an extra hug. "I'll miss you so much."
"I promise to write every week!" Juliette smiled, accepting the hug. "And don't worry! I'll miss you too!"
"All passangers for flight 3254 to Florence, Italy, please board the plane now." Said a voice over the PA.
"Well, sounds like you have to go." Thomas said, handing her a back pack. "Have a great time, Juliette."
"I will. Thanks for being my stand in parents." She smiled. "Love you guys!" She handed her boarding pass to the flight attendent and walked through and onto the plane. Another flight attendent showed her to her seat and she sat, looking out the window. I hope Florence is as pretty as Dad said it is... She thought to herself, slowly falling asleep as her ears popped from the pressure.
~*~*~
Hannibal sat in the shadows near the table next to his drawer. Clarice Starling, wet from the rain was sitting on the other side, next to the drawer.
"Hester Moffet. It's an anagram, isn't it, Doctor? Hester Mofet... "The rest of me." Miss The-Rest-of-Me... Meaning, that you rented that garage." No answer. The drawer slid her way with a clean towel in it. She took it, beginning to pat her hair dry. "Thank you."
"Your bleeding has stopped." The man didn't miss a trick, did he?
"How did-?" She stopped herself. "It's nothing. Just a scratch. Dr Lecter... who's head was in that bottle?"
"Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?" He asked, face hidden in the shadows.
"Do you know something about him?" She asked, not wanting to sound to hopeful.
"I might if I saw the case file. You could get that for me." Came his reply. She paused.
"Why don't we talk about "Miss Mofet?" You wanted me to find him." She countered, still looking for him in the corner.
"His real name is Benjamin Raspail. A former patient of mine, whose romantic attachments ran to, shall we say, the exotic...? I did not kill him, I assure you. Merely tucked him away. Very much as I found him, after he's missed three appointments." Hannibal chuckled to himself. It was Benjamin Raspail that had led Will Graham to find and arrest him.
"But if you didn't kill him, then who did?" Starling asked, curious.
"Who can say? Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going no where." Hannibal said, almost lazily.
"His dress? makeup? Raspail was a transvestite?" Her curiousity was genuine... he thought. Interesting...
"In life? oh no. Garden variety manic-depressive.. Tedious. Very tedious. And I just think of him as kind of experiment. A fledgling killer's first effort at transformation. How did you feel when you saw him, Clarice?" He said, suddenly turning the question of the curious student.
"Scared, at first. Then - exhilarated." Hannibal raised an eyebrow.
"Jack Crawford is helping your career, isn't he? Apparently he likes you. And you like him, too." He said, his voice not showing any emotion.
"I never thought about it." She said truthfully.
"Do you think Jack Crawford wants you, sexually? True, he's much older, but - do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges... fucking you?" Games such as this were amusing at times...
"That doesn't interest me, Doctor. And frankly, it's the sort of thing Miggs would say." She said, obviously disgusted.
"Not any more." He said, the lights coming up to show him sitting on his cot. "Thank you, Barney."
Starlings eyes roved the walls, which were bare. "What happened to your drawings?"
"Punishment, you see. For Miggs. Just like that gospel program. When you leave, they'll turn the volume way up. Dr. Chilton does enjoy his petty torments." Starling looked at the television set that was silently showing a gospel of the Lord program.
"What did you mean by transformation, Doctor?" She asked, sitting up.
"I've been in this room for eight years, now Clarice. And I know they will never, ever let me out while I'm alive. What I want is a view. I want a window where I can see a tree, or even water. I want to be in a federal institution, far away from Dr. Chilton." He said, ignoring her questions. Somewhere I can see my daughter as freely as I please.
"What did you mean by fledgling killer? Are you saying that he's killed again?" She knew she couldn't get her hopes up, but she couldn't help it.
"I'm offering you a psychological profile of Buffalo Bill based on the case evidence.. I'll help you catch him, Clarice." He said, drawing out each word.
"You know who he is, don't you? Tell me who decapitated your patient, Doctor." She said, trying not to let her patience wear thin.
"All good things to those who wait. I've waited, Clarice, but how long can you and dull Jackie boy wait? Our little Billy must all ready be searching for that next special lady." Her expression was just enough to make him want to smile.
~
"Miss? Miss! Wake up, please, Miss!" The flight attendent said, gently shaking Juliette's shoulder. The young girl jolted awake.
"Huh? What? How long have I been asleep?" She asked groggily. "Where are we?"
"We're just about to land in Florence." The attendent said with a smile. Juliette smiled back and gathered her things up. As the plane landed, she found herself wondering what her father was doing at the moment. The plane landed with a swift bump and went down the runway until it slowed to a stop.
So, here she was in Italy. She smiled to herself as she got off the plane. She looked around for her aunt and uncle and cousins.
"Juliette! Juliette! Over here!" Called a voice. Juliette looked around and saw a woman with long black hair and green eyes. She looked a bit like her own mother. Duh! She's my aunt! She said to herself. She walked over to them and Katrina hugged her. "It's great to see you again!" She said, her voice had a slight italian accent to it. David gave her a hug too. She hugged each one of them in turn, smiling to her ears.
"Ciao!" She said, her eyes twinkling. Her cousins laughed. "Ciao Zia Katrina! Ciao, Zio David! Ciao Alexandra, Renee e Tim!" They all laughed.
"You've learnt a lot of Italian!" Alex said. "You've been taking those classes, haven't you?"
"Si..." Juliette said, yawning. "Ergh... I feel so tired."
"Jet lagged." David said. "Come on, we'll get you home, huh?"
~
After a week of staying with the Fordman's, Juliette became accustomed to talking in either English or Italian. They usualy spoke English when around the home, but when at school, all four of the children used fluent Italian to converse with their teachers and peers. Juliette enjoyed being in Italy. It was beautiful, charming and romantic. The only thing missing was her father. For the first time since she was six years old, she wondered what her father had done that made him stay in prison. She decided to ask her aunt that night.
"Zia Katrina?" She asked, stepping into the Library where Katrina was reading a book, curled up in a chair.
"Si?" She asked, looking up and removing her glasses. "Juliette? What's wrong?"
"Can I ask you something?" Juliette asked, stepping further into the room.
"Sure. Sit down, what do you want to know?" Katrina moved her feet off the couch and Juliette sat down next to her.
"I want to know what my father did." She said, cutting straight to the chase.
"What do you mean, Juliette?" She asked, closing the book with a marker.
"I mean, what did Dad do to land him in jail for the rest of his life?" Juliette said, looking straight into her Aunt's eye. "I'm twelve, Zia Katrina, I'm not a kid any more."
"You mean to tell me Thomas Bradley didn't tell you?" Katrina asked, absolutely incredulous.
"No. Tom just said that Dad was very sick in the head. That night, when I found him and Mr Graham... I was to panicked to really care what had happened."
"I can understand that." Katrina said, stroking a slender hand through her niece's hair. "Juliette, I can't really explain what your father did. But I know it wasn't pleasent. All I know, is that your father killed a lot of people."
"But I need a definate answer." Juliette said, fiddling with the hem of her denim dress. "Do you think I could go to the library after school tomorrow? I heard it was a famous case."
"Of course, I'll tell Alex to take you there." She smiled. "When you do find out... will your feelings toward your father change?"
"No. He's still my dad. And nothing will ever change that." Juliette said.
"Spoken like a true Lecter." Katrina smiled. "You sound just like your father did, back when we first met him in Paris."
Juliette smiled.
~
The next day, Alexandra and Juliette walked from school to the Capponi Library. They walked in and a lady at the desk smiled.
"Ciao, ragazze. Come posso aiutili oggi?" She said.
"Hi, stiamo facendo un'assegnazione per la scuola." Alexandra said, smiling. "Stiamo facendolo sui crimini famosi ed abbiamo bisogno delle informazioni su Hannibal Lecter."
The woman nodded. "Hannibal Lecter... Parte 58. Primo piano."
"Grazie molto!" Juliette said and the two girls went up to the first floor.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Alex said, after about half an hour of searching.
"Stuff on my fathers trial!" Juliette said, flipping through one for the big newspaper cronicle. "I have to know what happened."
"Well, why didn't you say so!" Alex said, closing her book. "Juli, you're dad killed nine people!"
"I know that!" Juliette said, frowning.
"He didn't just kill them, Juli... he ate them." Alex said, looking at her cousin.
Juliette looked up. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly." Alex said. She opened her book and kept on looking for the article. "Hey! Here it is! 1986..." She showed the article to Juliette who took it and read it. After reading it, she looked up with wide eyes.
"My dad is a cannibal?"