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Thank you everyone who reviews! I am always open to suggestions! Originally, I didn't think to continue but since everyone has been so nice, I guess I have no reason not to so.ON WITH THE STORY (and the luvin'!)
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
Needless to say, Clarice had passed out after realizing how idiotic she was last night. Her coffee and toast lay untouched until somewhere around four in the evening. Slowly, she awoke from her slumber and instantly felt quite ill. Never in her life had she been as drunk as last night. She raced to the bathroom to rid herself of the toxins still settled in her stomach. She collapsed in a heap on the cold tile floor and closed her eyes. I wonder if he will really come back tonight, she thought. Sleep took hold of her again and she drifted back to the abyss.
Hannibal had returned to his chateaux to bathe and gather up his clothes. He had a feeling that he would be spending the next few days tending to Clarice's needs. He remembered the first time she had come to him. He had been rather mean to her that day by telling her what he thought of her. "You know what you look like to me", he had said, "with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desparately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamb? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars...while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI."
He hadn't assessed her correctly. She was fiery, witty, and challenged him in every way since he had met her. But now she needed him more than ever and he was more than willing to help. He admired her courage the night of his unfortunate capture and he realized now that she loved him like he did her. She didn't see him as a monster but as the human that he was inside.
"Always and forever, steadfast and true,
I'll stay beside you and you alone,
ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I felt this foresight.."
He needed to get back to her to make sure she was alright. He had a funny feeling she wasn't doing to well. If not only that, but he loved to watch her sleep. She seemed so peaceful then, without the pains of the world. But most of all he loved when she smiled. But that wasn't as often anymore. She wasn't happy.
"You, who gave me that angelic smile- I can't ask you the reason for these tears.
You shook off my grasping hand... and softly, over your shoulder,
I started to speak."
He wanted to tell her that if she went with him, he would make her happy forever. He wanted to tell her.
"It's all right now,"
I repeat,
over and over,
to your still slightly trembling figure;
there's nothing else I can say, and yet"
Clarice dreamt of him standing next to her. They were in Italy again, Florence. The city teemed around them but no one noticed they were there. They were free. He pulled her to him and embraced her, the sweet smell of cologne and wine seduced her senses.
"Always and forever, no matter when,
I'll stay here with you -- only you.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I felt this omen..."
Hannibal was driving now, though he didn't realize it until a car honked and raced by. How unusual, he thought, for me to become that lost in thought. He shrugged and drove onto the highway toward Clarice.
"Amid a careless conversation,
the smile you showed me was so full of joy;
I laughed in a bit of embarrassment, and,
standing there holding you without letting go, I murmured,"
When he entered the house, he couldn't hear any movement. Worrying about alcohol poisoning (though he doubted she had it) he went to her room as quickly and quietly as he could. He didn't find her in bed but he saw the bathroom door open. There she was, lying on the floor, shuddering slightly in her sleep he bent over her and pressed his lips to her temple.
"It's all right now..."
There's nothing else I can say,
but if those tears will vanish again,
then I'll become your clown."
Clarice opened her eyes to find him carrying her again, just like when she had been shot. Carefully adjusting herself in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't like being vulnerable like this and her cop instinct was trying to take over but for some reason she felt safe with him.
"Always and forever, no matter when -
I'll be right there for you and you alone.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I recognized this feeling..."
Hannibal was surprised when she moved closer to him. He smiled and the urge to taste her sweet lips was so strong that he couldn't stand to look at her. As he placed her on the bed he whispered a song he remembered slightly.
"I don't know whether our tears
have added up to more than our smiles, but
-I'm nearby-
That's the one thing that
I can do for you..."
He left her, smiling and asleep, to prepare dinner for two in case she decided to wake later. He felt at home here, cooking in the comely little kitchen instead of the extravagant one at his chateaux. He wasn't alone anymore.
"Always and forever,
constant and steadfast,
I'll stand with you and you alone.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I noticed this feeling..."
The scream of a thousand sirens reached his ears too late. Their blue and red lights painted abstract pictures on the wall. He stood in the kitchen knowing Ardelia was behind all of this. He straightened as a team of FBI and SWAT broke through the front door. He would not allow Clarice to hurt in the apparent raid.
"Always and forever,
I alone will never, ever let you go
Because I'll show you that I'll protect you..."
He adjusted his stance as a practiced fighter would and clicked the harpy open. He would not fall.
"since I noticed this feeling..."
Thank you everyone who reviews! I am always open to suggestions! Originally, I didn't think to continue but since everyone has been so nice, I guess I have no reason not to so.ON WITH THE STORY (and the luvin'!)
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
Needless to say, Clarice had passed out after realizing how idiotic she was last night. Her coffee and toast lay untouched until somewhere around four in the evening. Slowly, she awoke from her slumber and instantly felt quite ill. Never in her life had she been as drunk as last night. She raced to the bathroom to rid herself of the toxins still settled in her stomach. She collapsed in a heap on the cold tile floor and closed her eyes. I wonder if he will really come back tonight, she thought. Sleep took hold of her again and she drifted back to the abyss.
Hannibal had returned to his chateaux to bathe and gather up his clothes. He had a feeling that he would be spending the next few days tending to Clarice's needs. He remembered the first time she had come to him. He had been rather mean to her that day by telling her what he thought of her. "You know what you look like to me", he had said, "with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desparately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamb? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars...while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI."
He hadn't assessed her correctly. She was fiery, witty, and challenged him in every way since he had met her. But now she needed him more than ever and he was more than willing to help. He admired her courage the night of his unfortunate capture and he realized now that she loved him like he did her. She didn't see him as a monster but as the human that he was inside.
"Always and forever, steadfast and true,
I'll stay beside you and you alone,
ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I felt this foresight.."
He needed to get back to her to make sure she was alright. He had a funny feeling she wasn't doing to well. If not only that, but he loved to watch her sleep. She seemed so peaceful then, without the pains of the world. But most of all he loved when she smiled. But that wasn't as often anymore. She wasn't happy.
"You, who gave me that angelic smile- I can't ask you the reason for these tears.
You shook off my grasping hand... and softly, over your shoulder,
I started to speak."
He wanted to tell her that if she went with him, he would make her happy forever. He wanted to tell her.
"It's all right now,"
I repeat,
over and over,
to your still slightly trembling figure;
there's nothing else I can say, and yet"
Clarice dreamt of him standing next to her. They were in Italy again, Florence. The city teemed around them but no one noticed they were there. They were free. He pulled her to him and embraced her, the sweet smell of cologne and wine seduced her senses.
"Always and forever, no matter when,
I'll stay here with you -- only you.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I felt this omen..."
Hannibal was driving now, though he didn't realize it until a car honked and raced by. How unusual, he thought, for me to become that lost in thought. He shrugged and drove onto the highway toward Clarice.
"Amid a careless conversation,
the smile you showed me was so full of joy;
I laughed in a bit of embarrassment, and,
standing there holding you without letting go, I murmured,"
When he entered the house, he couldn't hear any movement. Worrying about alcohol poisoning (though he doubted she had it) he went to her room as quickly and quietly as he could. He didn't find her in bed but he saw the bathroom door open. There she was, lying on the floor, shuddering slightly in her sleep he bent over her and pressed his lips to her temple.
"It's all right now..."
There's nothing else I can say,
but if those tears will vanish again,
then I'll become your clown."
Clarice opened her eyes to find him carrying her again, just like when she had been shot. Carefully adjusting herself in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't like being vulnerable like this and her cop instinct was trying to take over but for some reason she felt safe with him.
"Always and forever, no matter when -
I'll be right there for you and you alone.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I recognized this feeling..."
Hannibal was surprised when she moved closer to him. He smiled and the urge to taste her sweet lips was so strong that he couldn't stand to look at her. As he placed her on the bed he whispered a song he remembered slightly.
"I don't know whether our tears
have added up to more than our smiles, but
-I'm nearby-
That's the one thing that
I can do for you..."
He left her, smiling and asleep, to prepare dinner for two in case she decided to wake later. He felt at home here, cooking in the comely little kitchen instead of the extravagant one at his chateaux. He wasn't alone anymore.
"Always and forever,
constant and steadfast,
I'll stand with you and you alone.
Ever since the time I held you in my arms,
ever since the moment I noticed this feeling..."
The scream of a thousand sirens reached his ears too late. Their blue and red lights painted abstract pictures on the wall. He stood in the kitchen knowing Ardelia was behind all of this. He straightened as a team of FBI and SWAT broke through the front door. He would not allow Clarice to hurt in the apparent raid.
"Always and forever,
I alone will never, ever let you go
Because I'll show you that I'll protect you..."
He adjusted his stance as a practiced fighter would and clicked the harpy open. He would not fall.
"since I noticed this feeling..."