Disclaimer: These Characters belong to one Mr. Thomas Harris. These Lyrics are also not of my creation.
Cigar smoke was dazzling in the thick air, dancing about in childlike twists and turns; the smell enchanting and daring in a sense. Other scents drifted in a blending mist. Wine, perfume, freshly baked bread; so many smells to delight the senses. The street was filled with people, laughing, crying, smiling, dancing. A light music was slickly caressing the stones of the road. Its melody was smooth and old fashioned, quite like a song one would hear in the 1920's to early 40's. The elegant voice of its singer suave and perfect for the time periods style.
"Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin; Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in, Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove…Dance me to the end of love…"
Surprisingly he noted that the soothing lyric was in English, not Italian. The sound was emitting from a small jazz club to his left, yet there were no singers to be seen, only a large stereo system from which the words poured. He took a short puff on his cigar and walked slowly into the smoke clouded room, a coin flicking through his cigar free hand.
Soon it was deposited in his jackets pocket for later use. "Chi, se posso domandare, è questo artista?" he asked his Italian skillful as though he had studied its very pronunciation for many years. "Ciao il signore, questo artista è uno del Madeleine nome Peyroux." The plump man spoke back smiling with chipped and out of place teeth. "Grazie signore. Buon giorno." Hannibal Lecter strode off, his cigar almost dragged to the stub.
"Madeleine Peyroux" he though out loud as he introduced the name to his memory palace along with the smooth sound of the song. Suddenly standing before him was a young woman of about 24 or 25 her hair deep reddish brown. Quickly he was caught up in her beautiful crystal blue gaze, staring him down, feeding off of his thoughts and soul.
"Clarice?" He reached out for her touch but soon pulled away realizing the woman had not blue eyes but dark brown, almost black. As he reached out she moved to put a woven bracelet upon his wrist. "No! Sia andato io non desiderano bracelet." He said pulling his hand back. "Che cosa circa per questo Clarice che caro parlate di?" the woman's thin voice seeped through a false smile. "What about for this dear Clarice you speak of?" the words range fresh in his mind as he walked further down the street towards an elegant Villa, now turned into a CD shop. "Madeleine Peyroux…Madeleine Peyroux…Ahh here we are". He picked up a CD entitled Careless love. He quickly made his way to the register. What a wonderful gift this would make for Clarice…Along with some Perfume.
Clarice awoke to an intense burning sensation on her left cheek and her arms, she screamed loudly realizing what it was an as the immense pain hit her. Standing above her was her kidnapper, spraying sweet smelling perfume into a deep cut on her left cheek.
A/N: sorry it's so short I hit a speed bump (writers block) the size of Nevada and then some.