A/N: if you can't guess what songs are mentioned here, I'm always at your
service.
D/N: still the same
Chapter 6 is usually the worst – I mean, Devil brought me to some sort of crisis this time. I couldn't decide what to do – return to the original story or think of something new. Still waiting for your reviews /sad grin/. And thanx to those folks who reviewed me. Sorry for such a delay.
Chapter 6. One.
Clarice was in a hurry. Driving her exquisite Porche, smoking. She knew, Angie would understand Good Doctor is her father. But would she tell him this, or simply let him kill her? Or kill him herself?
Sooner or later her instincts of predator, which she inherited from her father, would be awaken. Clarice knew it would happen that very time.
And she regretted her decision much. What if she never left Hannibal? What if they lived like a family she always wanted to create? And they would always live in great fear. She was certain she would. Always running away from the police and FBI, always fearing the man whom she loved would start killing again... She lived in peace for thirteen years. And it was perfect. No more street crimes, no more killing... yet she lied in the letter to Hannibal. She wanted to be certain what the next day brings. Clarice realised it when she saw Krendler eating his brain. She wanted PEACE.
How come he found her? How dare he play with what she loved most in her life? And how dare Angie play with fire... Clarice came to the thought she didn't know who wins in the battle: father or daughter? Angie was the strongest person she had ever seen in her life. When she was a little girl she never cried when falling. She was never afraid of anything, gold outside, iron inside. He either. Clarice wanted only to come in time, until those two start fighting.
Meanwhile Angie's head was still put on Hannibal's lap, his hand in her long dizzy black hair, playing with them, stroking. It was an absolutely new feeling to Hannibal. Not the return of Mischa. Something much more great, much more interesting. He caught himself on a thought he wanted to know about absolutely every part of her life.
"Do you draw?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "I guess I am not talented at all. I am talented in singing. And you draw."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because now you're asking me about my life in an expectance of finding certain similarities in us. Don't get disappointed. Maybe it's just because I didn't have a qualified teacher..."
"And what were you taught of?"
"Many stupid things. Like playing piano. My mother plays and she repeated me from time to time that my father – meaning you? – also played. You do?"
"I do. But I never knew she does."
"Ah, it was in the orphanage. She played, but not good enough. She started studying again under Great Felix's supervision. They were often playing at nights – when they thought I was sleeping."
"Why do you call him Great Felix?"
"Hmm... he is a brilliant pianist. You should once listen. Anyway, after several years I understood I can't be good at this too. So I stole some money from my mother's purse and bought a guitar."
"You did WHAT?" Hannibal had a feeling Clarice has spoilt the child.
"Well, it was my milkmoney," she smiled. "When I refused to play the piano, mum was very angry. And she refused to give me any milkmoney for a whole month. But I was too impatient to wait when she calms down. So I took the cash and bought myself a guitar. This baby cost me a small fortune," Angie smiled softly, taking her guitar. "When mum got to know, she only smiled and said..."
Hannibal screwed up his eyes, trying to imagine Clarice saying:"... children should be spoilt – only then they become true highway robbers...". "She couldn't say that. She wouldn't say that. It's not..."
"Her style, umm? That's what you wanted to say? Well, it isn't. But then she said she'd prefer to see me robbing and killing than lying." Angie shrugged. "It took me months to understand what she had in mind. And it brought me to my own system of values. But that's boring..."
"It's not boring for me. And never will be." Hannibal replied. "My own child who was brought up without my participation, is now pregnant and considers it normal. Does your physical state contents your "system of values" as you put it?"
"Hey, Doc, I'll tell you when I need psychiatrist, okay?"
"I would appreciate you calling me father."
"Oh, right. I can't get used to the thought, you know. Emm, do you want me to sing for you? To show you can be proud of me, umm?"
"Yes, please."
Angie's forehead covered with light wrinkles. Thinking what to choose, sweety? Hannibal was glad to give her those moments of pleasure, because he knew – it will soon end. Clarice should be told about everything. And if she only dare to show them the door! He will take Angie with him. He won't be loosing a chance again – to protect someone he loved. "It's a love song," Angie broke into his thoughts. "If you don't mind them actually."
"No, I don't. I prefer classic, but I don't mind."
"Classic? Hmm, you know, that music was once pop. A music for dansing, not listening. And all those operas are pop too. Only longer. The story which could be told in a three-minute variation is put into a three hour long huge, sometimes quite embarassing number of sounds."
"Mmm, and what are you going to offer me? Something short, easy to understand... mass-media chewing gum, isn't it?"
"Yup, something like that. And to prove you the guitar sounds better than the grand-piano. Even when Great Felix plays."
Clarice was driving to the beach. It was obvious – she was there. With him. Clarice sighed. At least it's a public place, where none of them could lose their temper. Music will help her to relax. She turned the radio on and suddenly memories ruhed into her head, together with the music:
"I could wait night and day Sigh your name when i pray In my heart night and day 'til you come my way I could wait night and day Be the sky blue or grey In my heart night and day For your love to stay"
Angie finished tuning her guitar and cleared her throat. Hannibal looked at her. She was so beautiful – like his little Starling. Only her eyes were maroon, like his own. But he felt no pity for that. Angie had something inside – an ideal mixture of features which made her look and feel noble. Her easy-going with other people seemed only an ability of the mask, under what a real Angie is hiding. Did Clarice knew about that?... Perhaps, no. He smiled. It was his fate – always dealing with beautiful girls.
And then she started to play and sing. He realised she was right about everything. Mass-media chewing gum put all his passion and willings into certain words. And Angie's voice was beautiful...
"yeah it's hurting me morphing me and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly caving in and dreaming of my love
because I want it now I want it now give me your heart and your soul I'm not breaking down I'm breaking out that's when she'll lose control"
...Clarice's cell-phone rang. It was Felix. She couldn't refuse answering, because they had an agreement – only a very urgent thing is worth mobile- connection.
"What is it, Felix?"
"You won't believe! I've found a test in Angie's room!"
"Umm, did she get a bad mark? And what are YOU doing in her room? It's her territory." Predator's territory. I'm already close to the beach, Clarice thought. Sooner or later I have to leave the car.
"I went in to take Kitaro CD. And it's not a test from school."
"Then what is it, Felix? Try to be quick!"
"It seems Angie is going to have a baby."
... They both heard a car crash, but none of them paid attention. That happens everyday. Sorry for those people. Maybe Lady Luck would save someone...
And Angie was still singing...
"Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's...
Too late Tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One..."
Chapter 6 is usually the worst – I mean, Devil brought me to some sort of crisis this time. I couldn't decide what to do – return to the original story or think of something new. Still waiting for your reviews /sad grin/. And thanx to those folks who reviewed me. Sorry for such a delay.
Chapter 6. One.
Clarice was in a hurry. Driving her exquisite Porche, smoking. She knew, Angie would understand Good Doctor is her father. But would she tell him this, or simply let him kill her? Or kill him herself?
Sooner or later her instincts of predator, which she inherited from her father, would be awaken. Clarice knew it would happen that very time.
And she regretted her decision much. What if she never left Hannibal? What if they lived like a family she always wanted to create? And they would always live in great fear. She was certain she would. Always running away from the police and FBI, always fearing the man whom she loved would start killing again... She lived in peace for thirteen years. And it was perfect. No more street crimes, no more killing... yet she lied in the letter to Hannibal. She wanted to be certain what the next day brings. Clarice realised it when she saw Krendler eating his brain. She wanted PEACE.
How come he found her? How dare he play with what she loved most in her life? And how dare Angie play with fire... Clarice came to the thought she didn't know who wins in the battle: father or daughter? Angie was the strongest person she had ever seen in her life. When she was a little girl she never cried when falling. She was never afraid of anything, gold outside, iron inside. He either. Clarice wanted only to come in time, until those two start fighting.
Meanwhile Angie's head was still put on Hannibal's lap, his hand in her long dizzy black hair, playing with them, stroking. It was an absolutely new feeling to Hannibal. Not the return of Mischa. Something much more great, much more interesting. He caught himself on a thought he wanted to know about absolutely every part of her life.
"Do you draw?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "I guess I am not talented at all. I am talented in singing. And you draw."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because now you're asking me about my life in an expectance of finding certain similarities in us. Don't get disappointed. Maybe it's just because I didn't have a qualified teacher..."
"And what were you taught of?"
"Many stupid things. Like playing piano. My mother plays and she repeated me from time to time that my father – meaning you? – also played. You do?"
"I do. But I never knew she does."
"Ah, it was in the orphanage. She played, but not good enough. She started studying again under Great Felix's supervision. They were often playing at nights – when they thought I was sleeping."
"Why do you call him Great Felix?"
"Hmm... he is a brilliant pianist. You should once listen. Anyway, after several years I understood I can't be good at this too. So I stole some money from my mother's purse and bought a guitar."
"You did WHAT?" Hannibal had a feeling Clarice has spoilt the child.
"Well, it was my milkmoney," she smiled. "When I refused to play the piano, mum was very angry. And she refused to give me any milkmoney for a whole month. But I was too impatient to wait when she calms down. So I took the cash and bought myself a guitar. This baby cost me a small fortune," Angie smiled softly, taking her guitar. "When mum got to know, she only smiled and said..."
Hannibal screwed up his eyes, trying to imagine Clarice saying:"... children should be spoilt – only then they become true highway robbers...". "She couldn't say that. She wouldn't say that. It's not..."
"Her style, umm? That's what you wanted to say? Well, it isn't. But then she said she'd prefer to see me robbing and killing than lying." Angie shrugged. "It took me months to understand what she had in mind. And it brought me to my own system of values. But that's boring..."
"It's not boring for me. And never will be." Hannibal replied. "My own child who was brought up without my participation, is now pregnant and considers it normal. Does your physical state contents your "system of values" as you put it?"
"Hey, Doc, I'll tell you when I need psychiatrist, okay?"
"I would appreciate you calling me father."
"Oh, right. I can't get used to the thought, you know. Emm, do you want me to sing for you? To show you can be proud of me, umm?"
"Yes, please."
Angie's forehead covered with light wrinkles. Thinking what to choose, sweety? Hannibal was glad to give her those moments of pleasure, because he knew – it will soon end. Clarice should be told about everything. And if she only dare to show them the door! He will take Angie with him. He won't be loosing a chance again – to protect someone he loved. "It's a love song," Angie broke into his thoughts. "If you don't mind them actually."
"No, I don't. I prefer classic, but I don't mind."
"Classic? Hmm, you know, that music was once pop. A music for dansing, not listening. And all those operas are pop too. Only longer. The story which could be told in a three-minute variation is put into a three hour long huge, sometimes quite embarassing number of sounds."
"Mmm, and what are you going to offer me? Something short, easy to understand... mass-media chewing gum, isn't it?"
"Yup, something like that. And to prove you the guitar sounds better than the grand-piano. Even when Great Felix plays."
Clarice was driving to the beach. It was obvious – she was there. With him. Clarice sighed. At least it's a public place, where none of them could lose their temper. Music will help her to relax. She turned the radio on and suddenly memories ruhed into her head, together with the music:
"I could wait night and day Sigh your name when i pray In my heart night and day 'til you come my way I could wait night and day Be the sky blue or grey In my heart night and day For your love to stay"
Angie finished tuning her guitar and cleared her throat. Hannibal looked at her. She was so beautiful – like his little Starling. Only her eyes were maroon, like his own. But he felt no pity for that. Angie had something inside – an ideal mixture of features which made her look and feel noble. Her easy-going with other people seemed only an ability of the mask, under what a real Angie is hiding. Did Clarice knew about that?... Perhaps, no. He smiled. It was his fate – always dealing with beautiful girls.
And then she started to play and sing. He realised she was right about everything. Mass-media chewing gum put all his passion and willings into certain words. And Angie's voice was beautiful...
"yeah it's hurting me morphing me and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly caving in and dreaming of my love
because I want it now I want it now give me your heart and your soul I'm not breaking down I'm breaking out that's when she'll lose control"
...Clarice's cell-phone rang. It was Felix. She couldn't refuse answering, because they had an agreement – only a very urgent thing is worth mobile- connection.
"What is it, Felix?"
"You won't believe! I've found a test in Angie's room!"
"Umm, did she get a bad mark? And what are YOU doing in her room? It's her territory." Predator's territory. I'm already close to the beach, Clarice thought. Sooner or later I have to leave the car.
"I went in to take Kitaro CD. And it's not a test from school."
"Then what is it, Felix? Try to be quick!"
"It seems Angie is going to have a baby."
... They both heard a car crash, but none of them paid attention. That happens everyday. Sorry for those people. Maybe Lady Luck would save someone...
And Angie was still singing...
"Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's...
Too late Tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One..."