Disclaimer:I do not own Hannibal or Clarice, oh well their too dangerous to have around anyway. But I own this story so don't steal please.

Story: Clarice decides to answer some of the good doctors questions by singing. So not what you think!

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Dear Clarice,

May I begin by asking how you are? This may seem rather unchararistic of me to you Ex Special Agent Starling, but i'm rather curious to know.

Headlines in the tattler still hold strong to their mission in destroying your beloved career in the F.B.I. with well crafted lies about our so called 'relationship'.

How do you feel concerning the things these practiced liars say? Does the thought of you being romantically attached to a monster, even though untrue make you feel ashamed?

Of course any pleasant emotions concerning yours truly may have been completely vacant after our last meeting in the late Paul Krendler's home. Or they may have been fueled by my confession.

Did it scare you Clarice, that a monster could love you? Have those few well spoken words turned your right and wrong world upside down?

I truly hope so Clarice. Telling you sincerely how I felt would of had no pleasure if it didn't have such a dramatic effect on you in the first place. This in no way makes what I said untrue, and if you had answered me differently then take my word as a gentlemen that I would have kept to my words and 'stopped'.

Imagine, I stop because you asked me to. Of course, it would also have meant your feelings would have been of a mutual nature as my own. My, wouldn't that have stun.

Love the monster who made everything in your life something worth fighting tooth and nail for? I'm sure no one ever stroked that ambitious fire of yours the way I did from the moment we first met. Isn't that right Clarice?

Maybe some day Clarice, we can make all your worries go away and the lambs to stop screaming once and for all. Wouldn't that be nice? To sleep at night without the promise of those terrifying memories. Or Clarice, have your dreams changed since the last time we spoke? If they have, I do hope you'll tell me.

Clarice remember what I said while you were pressed so helplessly against the refrigerator in Paul's kitchen. Had you said 'stop' I would have.

Ta Ta

H

P.S. Should we meet again Clarice, please, remember to wear the dress I gave you. And the shoes as they were bought especially for your pleasure and I would like to see you in a 'pleasurable state'.

Clarice Starling let her head fall back on the couch as she stared wantonly at the ceiling. No, he wasn't up there and he wasn't in the pages of his latest letter no matter how much she reread it.

Hannibal Lector was somewhere outside her door in the world and no doubt far from her if he was smart. The letter proved her first guess wrong, Dr. Lector was in fact near by. Probably watching her at this very moment, the letter had been sitting on her mantel piece when she gotten home that night. Hours later she had finished crying and started to answer some of the question the doctor had poised.

Looking at the first, she could answer this one easily. How was she? Miserable! There was no other way to put it. Ever since Chesapeake the F.B.I. had officially wiped their hands clean of her for good. Not even Crawford had been able to save her doomed career this time. Out of respect for the man who had once been her mentor Clarice had broken all ties to him immediately after she was considered a civilian. True the loss of Jack Crawford's friendship had been a hard choice but she felt smothered under his always sympathetic eyes.

Next she moved to Dr.Lector's question about the Tattler. This was just as easy to answer as the first. She was down right pissed! After all this time the damn trash paper hadn't learned that playing with her personnel life would only bring up painful repercussions from her end of the bargain. Just last week she'd actually bull face threatened a Tattler reporter she'd found snooping around her house in the early hours of the morning with a camera. She couldn't stop them and they made a great amount of sells when her or the doctor's face was plastered on their pages especially when the information was about the both of them together. She hated how they exploited something that should have stayed strictly private, but she was not ashamed, especially of the things they printed that were true. Even though she didn't know how much of it Dr. Lector knew was true.

'Did it scare you Clarice, that a monster could love you?'

Clarice had never considered Hannibal Lector a monster, that had held true since the first day she'd met him. The fact that he loved her had in fact shocked her to the point of speechlessness at the very moment when it was the most inappropriate, when he wanted an answer. His confession made a strange exhilaration swell up inside her, but at that time she still had a deeply rooted determination to turn him in even after all he'd done for her. Even after his carefulness to treat her with the utmost respect and care. Now those ideas were far from true and far from ever taking over her judgment again. Yet it had turned her world upside down and Clarice had no intention of having it righted ever again.

' I'm sure no one ever stroked that ambitious fire of yours the way I did since the moment we first met. Isn't that true Clarice?'

Clarice had to smile at this and even let a genuine laugh escape her lips. Not even Jack had made her feel so sure and determined as Hannibal had. Only Hannibal had given her the courage to face up to what she had to do, even when it was coming after him.

Hannibal, Clarice had started referring to him by his first name once she'd come to another conclusion about herself.

But first she came to the next interesting question, the one about her dreams. They had of course changed. The lambs still screamed, but not as often as her new dreams made her scream. In her dreams she would be in Hannibal's arms, full of love and tenderness she only knew he could offer her and then in the next instant every bad thing that had come between them came back to life in real dangerous forms. Freddrick Chilton, Paul Krendler, Mason Verger even Jame Gumb came and pulled Clarice out of Hannibal's arms and proceeded to take her away forever. No matter how much he fought against them he couldn't reach her. Those dreams she woke up screaming his name, only to find that he had never been holding her in the first place. The only thing she could do was cry herself to sleep after those nightmares.

Turning away from his countless questions she came ultimately to his confession itself. That if she'd said stop, because he loved her and in return she loved him, he would have stopped simply for that reason.

She sighed, and a sad smile made her face full of anguish. If only she could turn back the hands of time, of course everyone who finds out they love someone too late wishes they could.

It had taken Clarice Starling a whole year to figure out that she truly and completely loved Hannibal Lector, and a few more months before she received the letter she now held. Clarice had been waiting a long time for Hannibal to officially announce his presence, though she had felt his watchful eyes long before now.

She almost started laughing again when he talked about the fated black dress and shoes he'd given her. 'Pleasurable' was definitely the word that described the feeling she had whenever she wore it. Though she never wore them outside the confines of her own home.

Folding up the letter she thought now was as good as any a time to change that. Rushing up to her bedroom she pulled out the black onsomble and slipped into them with one deft movement leaving pantyhose behind. Putting some tempting make-up on and leaving her hair down in a effort to give herself a mysterious shade to her face. Grabbing a black purse she had bought specifically to match the dress and shoes she left the house and made her way to a well known nightclub and karaoke bar. It was about time the good doctor knew exactly how she felt about his proposal.

Author's note: There will be more I promise but I must have reviews before I continue. I want to know if you all approve so far.