Disclaimer- I don't own Hannibal, Clarice, or the song,
Oh, the song is called Sleep No More by Dream Theater. I know the story reeks a little but I just finished my midterms and to say the least, my brain is fried. I heard the song and instantly thought wheee that's sooo Clarice! So I wrote it. R&R if you will! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sleep no More
With a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, Ex-Special Agent Clarice Starling lounged on her second-story porch. The night was clear and crisp but Clarice was distracted by the thoughts of her nemesis and equal Hannibal Lecter. She heard him say, "Are the lambs still screaming, Clarice?" That cool metallic voice that sent shivers up her spine. No Doctor, she thought sadly, now you keep me up at night.
"Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
will leave her spirit soon"
After draining half the bottle, she stumbled her way into the bedroom to sleep. Or at least try to. Closing her eyes, images of her past bombarded her.
"She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are
running deep
She has too much pride to pull
the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits
for sleep"
Her father ruffled her hair before leaving for work, fast forward to Quantico and her training with the FBI and meeting Hannibal for the first time, Jame Gumb and his suit of skin, and finally to Chesapeake where she witnessed the good doctor eat Paul Krendler's brain and the kiss. "You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark
and hear the screaming of the lambs.
"Yes."
" And you think if you save poor Katherine, you can make them
stop, don't you? You think if Katherine lives, you won't wake up in
the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs."
" I don't know.... I don't know."
"Thank you, Clarice" Those words, that voice, his touch still haunted her. Sometimes she thought she saw him coming down the street in dark but elegant clothes, maroon eyes boring into her soul as she stared at him. But when she blinked, he was gone. Nothing but a vision, a hope perhaps.
"She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chains
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone"
Hannibal felt her disturbance, even from where he stood under her balcony. He could see that she had not been taking care of herself. Her once shapely figure was now emaciated and her pale cheeks were offset by glaring purple bags under her eyes. He moved to the back door after a while and picked the simple lock without a sound. In the dark, he maneuvered his way to the base of the stairs and stopped to listed for movement. None could be heard so he climbed his way to the top and surveyed the tiny hall. Three doors, one cracked open, and a side table holding a tacky lamp and a phone. Tsk, he said to himself, still no appreciation for the finer things in life. He peeked into the moonlit room and found his Clarice lightly sleeping. She thrashed wildly in her sleep. "No..Don't..Hannibal!" she whimpered. Dreaming about me, Clarice? He entered the room and came along side the bed. He tentatively reached out a hand to brush a few strands away. He turned to leave but was detained by a set of fingers entangling with his. "Don't leave me again, Hannibal," she said, only slightly conscious. He lay down beside her on the bed and smiled as she cuddled with him. "I love you," she said before drifting off into a deep sleep.
"In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the
fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my
heart
And the heart of the world"
Clarice awoke that morning feeling better than she had for the past year. Well rested and humming, she went to the bathroom to attend to her needs. Upon entering, she saw a single rose and a bottle of scented hand cream. Beside them, a folded note with elegant script sat waiting to be read.
Clarice~ It distresses me to see you so unwell. I hope it is not all my doing, though it gives me a slight pleasure to think it does. I hope the hand cream suits you. I took the liberty to choose it myself. Perhaps we will meet again, Ex-Special Agent Starling. In fact, I eagerly await the day we do. Ta ta for now
H.
She clasped the letter to her chest and cried, washing away years of pain and frustration. All she had left to live for was him, her monster, and her love.
Oh, the song is called Sleep No More by Dream Theater. I know the story reeks a little but I just finished my midterms and to say the least, my brain is fried. I heard the song and instantly thought wheee that's sooo Clarice! So I wrote it. R&R if you will! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sleep no More
With a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, Ex-Special Agent Clarice Starling lounged on her second-story porch. The night was clear and crisp but Clarice was distracted by the thoughts of her nemesis and equal Hannibal Lecter. She heard him say, "Are the lambs still screaming, Clarice?" That cool metallic voice that sent shivers up her spine. No Doctor, she thought sadly, now you keep me up at night.
"Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
will leave her spirit soon"
After draining half the bottle, she stumbled her way into the bedroom to sleep. Or at least try to. Closing her eyes, images of her past bombarded her.
"She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are
running deep
She has too much pride to pull
the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits
for sleep"
Her father ruffled her hair before leaving for work, fast forward to Quantico and her training with the FBI and meeting Hannibal for the first time, Jame Gumb and his suit of skin, and finally to Chesapeake where she witnessed the good doctor eat Paul Krendler's brain and the kiss. "You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark
and hear the screaming of the lambs.
"Yes."
" And you think if you save poor Katherine, you can make them
stop, don't you? You think if Katherine lives, you won't wake up in
the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs."
" I don't know.... I don't know."
"Thank you, Clarice" Those words, that voice, his touch still haunted her. Sometimes she thought she saw him coming down the street in dark but elegant clothes, maroon eyes boring into her soul as she stared at him. But when she blinked, he was gone. Nothing but a vision, a hope perhaps.
"She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chains
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone"
Hannibal felt her disturbance, even from where he stood under her balcony. He could see that she had not been taking care of herself. Her once shapely figure was now emaciated and her pale cheeks were offset by glaring purple bags under her eyes. He moved to the back door after a while and picked the simple lock without a sound. In the dark, he maneuvered his way to the base of the stairs and stopped to listed for movement. None could be heard so he climbed his way to the top and surveyed the tiny hall. Three doors, one cracked open, and a side table holding a tacky lamp and a phone. Tsk, he said to himself, still no appreciation for the finer things in life. He peeked into the moonlit room and found his Clarice lightly sleeping. She thrashed wildly in her sleep. "No..Don't..Hannibal!" she whimpered. Dreaming about me, Clarice? He entered the room and came along side the bed. He tentatively reached out a hand to brush a few strands away. He turned to leave but was detained by a set of fingers entangling with his. "Don't leave me again, Hannibal," she said, only slightly conscious. He lay down beside her on the bed and smiled as she cuddled with him. "I love you," she said before drifting off into a deep sleep.
"In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the
fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my
heart
And the heart of the world"
Clarice awoke that morning feeling better than she had for the past year. Well rested and humming, she went to the bathroom to attend to her needs. Upon entering, she saw a single rose and a bottle of scented hand cream. Beside them, a folded note with elegant script sat waiting to be read.
Clarice~ It distresses me to see you so unwell. I hope it is not all my doing, though it gives me a slight pleasure to think it does. I hope the hand cream suits you. I took the liberty to choose it myself. Perhaps we will meet again, Ex-Special Agent Starling. In fact, I eagerly await the day we do. Ta ta for now
H.
She clasped the letter to her chest and cried, washing away years of pain and frustration. All she had left to live for was him, her monster, and her love.