Disclaimer: I do not own and of these characters. They all belong to Mr. Harris. Not me. Ok.
Everything seemed to freeze in time, birds stopped in mid flight, the wind stopped suddenly, yet everything being affected by it remained leaning to the side, the only thing moving was her blood and her heart. She couldn't think, her mind was numb and empty. She looked up from the harpy, cringing in pain, she could feel the knife's on her hip bone. Those eyes. She stared into his maroon flecked eyes. "Lecter?' her voice chirped out as a child's. Now her mind caught up to her full blast. The first memory that her minds eye could catch hold of was one of when she was ten and a half years old. It was a year after she had first gone to the orphanage and had been sitting alone in the attic, (which was restricted) she had been there looking at an old sword she had found there only a month earlier, it was really more of a dagger. It was sleek and thin, its handle was a white color, she believed it to be ivory. The white handle was a beautifully carved angel, slightly leaning forwards, its wings wrapping around its waist and back, its head bowed in silence.
Suddenly she had heard a creak in the floor boards only about five feet away from where she sat on a heavy chest. She had stood and dropped the dagger. It had fallen on her foot and gone almost all the way through it. She was ripped back to reality with the extraction of the harpy from her side. She yelped out loud in pain, making the good doctor smile. She kept her gaze locked on his and began to slowly back up, her arms now clutching her wound. "Basterd" she managed to blurt out before turning and attempting to run away. She only got a few yards before crumbling to the ground, her knees folding under her. She coughed loudly and stood up, her heart pounding. Suddenly from behind she felt two hands grab her under the arms, like a father lifting a child. "A child." That was the only thing she could think of. "How does a child get away from a parent?" it hit her. She began to kick and thrash about; clawing away with all of her might at his hands, arms and legs. As she started to realize that wasn't going to work she began to scream at the top of her lungs, sending a vibe of pain through her abdomen and sides, racking her stab wound with sharp spikes of pain with each yell.
Yet she persisted in her screaming, yelling things out in the slightest hope of a near by household or person hearing her. Finally, when almost all the way out of the cornfield, Hannibal clamped his hand over her mouth, expecting a bite from his little Starling. And as though she had heard his thoughts she bit down, she could taste the blood on her tongue. She had expected it to sting for some reason, as though the cannibal's blood would be poison. She spat out as much mucus as possible onto Lecter's hand. His hand locked tighter around her jaw. "Now Clarice, that was very rude of you." His metallic voice rasped into her ear. "Muhh fuhh RUDE! Muhh rahhd crahh buffp!" she tried to yell through his hand, but was muffled to her false delight. "Oh great, ow! Now no one OW can hear me. Ow!" her mind poked. The only thing she could do was bite harder, so harder she bit, drawing even more blood onto her lips and tongue. Coating her throat with it. She began to cough loudly, the coughs sending sharp pains up and down her spine.
Then she hit the ground, the wind knocked out of her. He was standing above her letting his blood drip onto her forehead. "Tsk, tsk Clarice, I thought you were better than that, that is if you consider rubes as more developed than cannibals, but I never thought you would develop to this level, Special agent Starling, I never believed cannibalism would go along with your cheap shoes, and screaming lambs. Oh, Clarice, I almost forgot, have they stopped yet? The lambs I mean but I'm sure you already knew that." His small white smile cracking his cheeks, breaking down his complex face into a simple, heavily amused expression. With the last powerful burst of her strength she kicked his knee, knocking him on top of her. "Oh great starling, just get the cannibalistic, murderer on top of you. See what he does to me now." Her mind probed again. "Special agent Starling, if you wanted to play naughty you should have said something." His smile cracked again. "But we'll have to save it for later." He sighed, clamping his hand over her mouth once again, pushing her head into the mud. She shook herself, trying to get out from under him, but he just pressed more of his weight, until finally she lost all strength and gave up, lying motionless in the mud, his body keeping her warm as he lifted her from the ground. Her whole stomach along with his own was covered in blood. He needed to get her sown up, and fast.
A/N: 'Ello ok I need four reviews. (sorry its short again, but I like to leave some suspense. Till further writings-QS