The Silence of the Lambs
FROM A DISTANCE
2 of 2
a fanfic by JetNoir
I went to your house today.
It is a small flat, shared with your fiancé. I suppose you would wonder, how I know all this. Well I do, and more beside.
For instance, your cheating on your fiancé. Something I doubt he'll ever know. All of these ridiculously implausible films, in this day and age.
That's a point against you my dear. And just when you were doing so well.
A lover of 'classic' jazz. Not quite Mozart, but it will do. A connoisseur of fine food, caviar being one of your favourites. Bologna of course. Of course.
So why this strange infidelity? Most uncharacteristic. Psychologically speaking it could be a deep, profound reaction; to a possibly unsatisfying relationship. If that were the case, however, why have you not simple left this man? Why do you insist on the charade?
Is it the danger? The thrill or excitement of it? Or is it in some strange twisted version of love?
I don't know for sure, because I am not you.
I could kill you now, and make it seem like a 'crime of passion', your fiancé driven mad with jealously at the thought of you in another mans arms.
The sweet flesh, sweet beyond compare.
I can almost taste you now, here in my memory. I want you so badly.
But wait.
Could it be that if I were to kill you, then there would be two men searching for a killer? That would never do, would it?
So maybe I should simply leave you alone, the joy of my heart, and the pleasurable taste of your heart...
Perhaps I am too cruel for my own good.
What is this? Soul-searching? I would laugh if it were funny, but I feel that this is simply ludicrous!
So, my sweet, sleep easy tonight. Love your fiancé, with all your heart. I dare not risk you. You have been granted a reprieve, my dear.
Such is the nature of the eleventh hour, but please, please use it wisely.
If not.
I know where you live, my love...
fini
Note: Okay dokey, I have just disturbed myself with that one! I'm not quite sure where all of these weird ideas have come from, but I suppose that's life. I hope you enjoyed, and please review!
Disclaimer: The character of Hannibal Lecter is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the poem to me. This poem has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page without my express written permission. Thankyou!
JetNoir
