The usual disclaimer applies......the characters still belong to TH.
Chapter 2
"The calm before the Storm"
Clarice bolted upright and sat staring into the darkness trying to find where the voice had come from. Shaking her head as if to get the whole scene to fade away, "I'm still dreaming...this is the nightmare I was having, I just need to wake up and it will all be fine," she tried to convince herself but wasn't having much success.
"Wrong again, Clarice! This is no longer the dream you were having. You're very much awake and I'm really here." His voice sounded from across the dark corner of her room, yet it rang out in her head as if he were standing next to her and whispering it into her ear. Bringing her knees up to her chest and pulling the covers up around her neck she looked like a lost and lonely lamb. Rising from the shadows, he walked slowly over towards the bed, stopping only when he stood in the moonlight. Clarice had that ice cold feeling run through her gut at exactly the same time as she went hot.....he was here, standing in front of her, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was here!!
She couldn't move, speak or breathe....it was as if she'd ceased to live. Dr. Lecter remained where he was. Standing 6 feet away from her bed, from his little Starling, watching and wondering. The not knowing was tearing him up, "What are you thinking Clarice?" It wasn't a demand; it was a genuine concerned enquiry. She just stared at him, the covers still round her neck, "I'm thinking....what the hell is Hannibal Lecter doing inside my bedroom!?" She surprised herself with how she kept her voice from shaking with the shock and turmoil she was feeling inside. "Even more...how did you get in here!?" He began to smile, she had begun to relax and challenge him, "That's the Starling I know, you haven't changed one bit since we saw each other last. Hmmmm, let me see..." He pondered her question playfully looking up, holding his chin between thumb and forefinger to add emphasis, "You really should be more vigilant with your windows Clarice, you never know who could climb in through them and enter your bedroom without your knowledge." he winked playfully at her. Her blood was up, he was toying with her. "How dare you! What gives you the right to invite yourself into my room, without my permission and watch me without my knowledge!?" She got up and walked over to the window, shutting it with force to relay the fact that she was angry at him. Dr. Lecter watched her intently, a small smile playing on his features. He noted she was wearing dark snug fitting jogging bottoms and a white tank top, her hair was down and sat nicely, which was surprising after all the tossing and turning she'd been doing. He was still standing at the side of her bed, watching her every move. She turned around and returned to her bed, this time sitting on top of the covers with her back against the wall. She stared ahead, not talking to him. "Clarice?" Her silence was once more concerning him. "What!" she looked up and crossed her arms on her chest. "May I sit down with you?" His voice was calm, hers was not. "Why even ask....you have this habit of doing things without seeking permission, especially when I'm concerned" she spat back and once more stared ahead, clenching her jaw. He approached her bed slowly, giving her time to withdraw the 'permission'. He sat on the side, turned slightly so he could see her.
"I suspect you're angry at me for coming here, for this happening tonight" his face was soft but apprehensive. Her gaze met his, she was angry, he could see that for himself "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!! I have a bad dream, wake up to find, what I think, is the same old normal surroundings. That I'm still in my room ALONE, so I reassure myself about it, then what happens?? You announce your presence and throw everything into the air." He sat listening to her words and couldn't deny the feeling of depletion running through his veins, this wasn't how he'd imagined it to be. He knew Clarice would be shocked, a little angry even, but not to this extent. Hannibal Lecter was not one to do things on a whim, he planned things, but she had an effect on him that no other had. He had hoped and longed for this moment, wondered what they'd be feeling...all he was feeling now was regret. He looked down at the floor as he spoke "I'm sorry Clarice, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have made my presence known, forgive me. I think its best I should leave" he got up and looked at her once more, her face was blank. "Good bye Clarice." He walked towards the door, ready to go out into the night and enter back into the shadows.
"Dr. Lecter! Please don't go, I don't want you to go..."
To be continued......
Chapter 2
"The calm before the Storm"
Clarice bolted upright and sat staring into the darkness trying to find where the voice had come from. Shaking her head as if to get the whole scene to fade away, "I'm still dreaming...this is the nightmare I was having, I just need to wake up and it will all be fine," she tried to convince herself but wasn't having much success.
"Wrong again, Clarice! This is no longer the dream you were having. You're very much awake and I'm really here." His voice sounded from across the dark corner of her room, yet it rang out in her head as if he were standing next to her and whispering it into her ear. Bringing her knees up to her chest and pulling the covers up around her neck she looked like a lost and lonely lamb. Rising from the shadows, he walked slowly over towards the bed, stopping only when he stood in the moonlight. Clarice had that ice cold feeling run through her gut at exactly the same time as she went hot.....he was here, standing in front of her, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was here!!
She couldn't move, speak or breathe....it was as if she'd ceased to live. Dr. Lecter remained where he was. Standing 6 feet away from her bed, from his little Starling, watching and wondering. The not knowing was tearing him up, "What are you thinking Clarice?" It wasn't a demand; it was a genuine concerned enquiry. She just stared at him, the covers still round her neck, "I'm thinking....what the hell is Hannibal Lecter doing inside my bedroom!?" She surprised herself with how she kept her voice from shaking with the shock and turmoil she was feeling inside. "Even more...how did you get in here!?" He began to smile, she had begun to relax and challenge him, "That's the Starling I know, you haven't changed one bit since we saw each other last. Hmmmm, let me see..." He pondered her question playfully looking up, holding his chin between thumb and forefinger to add emphasis, "You really should be more vigilant with your windows Clarice, you never know who could climb in through them and enter your bedroom without your knowledge." he winked playfully at her. Her blood was up, he was toying with her. "How dare you! What gives you the right to invite yourself into my room, without my permission and watch me without my knowledge!?" She got up and walked over to the window, shutting it with force to relay the fact that she was angry at him. Dr. Lecter watched her intently, a small smile playing on his features. He noted she was wearing dark snug fitting jogging bottoms and a white tank top, her hair was down and sat nicely, which was surprising after all the tossing and turning she'd been doing. He was still standing at the side of her bed, watching her every move. She turned around and returned to her bed, this time sitting on top of the covers with her back against the wall. She stared ahead, not talking to him. "Clarice?" Her silence was once more concerning him. "What!" she looked up and crossed her arms on her chest. "May I sit down with you?" His voice was calm, hers was not. "Why even ask....you have this habit of doing things without seeking permission, especially when I'm concerned" she spat back and once more stared ahead, clenching her jaw. He approached her bed slowly, giving her time to withdraw the 'permission'. He sat on the side, turned slightly so he could see her.
"I suspect you're angry at me for coming here, for this happening tonight" his face was soft but apprehensive. Her gaze met his, she was angry, he could see that for himself "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!! I have a bad dream, wake up to find, what I think, is the same old normal surroundings. That I'm still in my room ALONE, so I reassure myself about it, then what happens?? You announce your presence and throw everything into the air." He sat listening to her words and couldn't deny the feeling of depletion running through his veins, this wasn't how he'd imagined it to be. He knew Clarice would be shocked, a little angry even, but not to this extent. Hannibal Lecter was not one to do things on a whim, he planned things, but she had an effect on him that no other had. He had hoped and longed for this moment, wondered what they'd be feeling...all he was feeling now was regret. He looked down at the floor as he spoke "I'm sorry Clarice, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have made my presence known, forgive me. I think its best I should leave" he got up and looked at her once more, her face was blank. "Good bye Clarice." He walked towards the door, ready to go out into the night and enter back into the shadows.
"Dr. Lecter! Please don't go, I don't want you to go..."
To be continued......
