Living Deceptions

------ Hey. Sorry I haven't updated for so long, it's just that my internet has been so dodgy, and i've just been really busy at home, moving house, school work and stuff. Anyway, I kinda don't know where this story is going, but I am in the process of writing more chapters for it. Please read and review and tell me whether to gie it up or carry on or what.

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Lecterlove, Clariz, Misoks, Holly G, Claire Starling, Capponi, RussianWolf7, Shifter1, Kim, FantaC, Milady*Sparrow, Lilalissy, Guber, Saavik and everyone else who had reviewed. Thank you so much, it means such a lot to me.

!!!YES!!!!I am 16 at last!!!! HAPPY BIRHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTH....*ahem* yeah... on with the story!------

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The tears stopped falling. She was gently sobbing, her breath still shaking and wavering from the hard crying. She was just staring into space, not particularly looking at anything. She didn't even know why she was crying in the first place. Sure, she had just told Doctor Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter that she was falling for him, then rudely left the conversation, and also told him that she deserved to be punished in an extremely painful way. But, no reason to cry, right? Her mind was concocting all sort of terrible punishments that Dr. Lecter may be contemplating on giving her, painful deaths and tortures. She knew deep down that he would visit her, though, as aware as she was, she wasn't ready for it. She had no idea what she would say to him if she did meet him, what she would do. Would she run? Try to fight him? Or just give in to him? She thought of what she had said to him that fateful night.

"Not in a thousand years." She found herself saying the words aloud. It all seemed like yesterday now. This was just another part of his game. More than likely the end of his game, which ended in her death. Fighting against him would only make more of a game for him.

She was tired of it. The running, the chasing, the mental torture. She decided in her own mind to just give herself over to him, to scream when he wanted to scream, to do what he wanted. She was sick of the pain of living alone and with his image in her mind every waking day. Her new found conclusion was be put into action in merely a few moments, as the door creaked slightly in the hall.

She had locked the door upon entering the house. She always did.

This noise threw Clarice back into reality. She lifted her head. There was no other noise. Only the sound of her quick short breaths. She knew that he was here. He was walking in her house. Trying to find her.

Shit.

Now time to put her conclusions of life into action. She really should just stay here, where he would easily find her. There were two doors he could take from the hall, the one into the kitchen that lead through to the living room where she was, or the one to the living room that lead through to the kitchen. Either way, he would be entering the living room any time. She should just sit and wait for him, just let him have his way. Something told her not to do that.

The lights in the room had never been on, so the only light was the desk lamp that shone onto her. If she switched it off, then he would know that she was there, but she would have the cover of darkness. If she moved, he wouldn't know that she was there straight away, until she moved in which case he could see or hear her. Her hand crept up to the lamp, and quietly clicked it off. Now she was in the pitch darkness. With Hannibal Lecter. Nice one.

A sense of presence told her that Hannibal had indeed followed sudden disappearance of light into the living room. He was somewhere in this room, more than likely near the first doorway. She slowly got to her knees, not making a sound, barely breathing. She heard gentle footsteps walk right past her. Slowly, carefully, she went in the opposite direction to them.

A floor board creaked under her foot.

The footsteps turned.

Quickly they paced towards her position.

"Shit!" She thought as the footsteps got closer.

3 "He's gonna find me!"

2 "He's gonna catch me here….

1 "…On my hands and knees…."

Shit.

-------- DUHN DUHN DUUHHNN!!!! What will happen next? Find out in next tmes editions of Living Deceptions!!!!!!!!! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!------

Steph

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