Wow I didn't expect this many reviews! I think I can't write at all! Well here you go, Chapter 2. Sorry if it takes me awhile to post these. I am still in high school lol.
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Hannibal was filled with questions and fear, but his face would not show it. He had years to master the same expression for everything from joy to sorrow, and now it had taken over him. Sometimes he would be happy to have it but other times, other times he wish he could change that.
He slipped into the back of her house quietly, as if he was giving Clarice her goodnight kiss. Passing the wooden floor boards of the laundry room, without stepping onto the loose ones, through the kitchen, and finally into the living room where his little Starling had cried herself to sleep.
Slowly he knelt down and brushed her hair back behind her ear letting his hand linger there for awhile before tracing her jaw line, then moving to trace her lips. With a disappointing smile he leaned over and kissed away a tear that had rested on her cheek.
"Hannibal…" Clarice said with a contented sigh. 'Does she know I am here?' Hannibal said in his brain unable to figure out how she could tell that was him. All of her signs had pointed out that she was asleep. Limp arms, even and deep breathing, every sign she was doing. Just like she did every night since Chesapeake, and even before that, but never in his time of watching over her had she called out his name.
After a few more moments of waiting he decided that the floor would not be the best place to sleep on, especially with her wounded arm. Carefully he picked her up and carried her to her bed, where he laid his little Starling down gently, as if she was one of his precious possessions. As he went to move his arms from under her she grabbed his neck and held him close. "Please don't leave me Hannibal. I…love…you." With that she fell back on her pillows sound asleep as if it had just been a bad, or good dream, and she thought that he was one of her pillows.
'She admits it to herself in her sleep, but why wont she tell me face to face, or paper to paper? Surely she does not fear me. I have known that since the first day I saw her and she stood up to me and even told me the truth about Miggs. What could be keeping her from telling me?'
Hannibal walked over to her desk in the corner of the room. 'You were always about your job weren't you Ex-Special Agent Starling.' He grinned to himself as he wrote down a note for her then tore the paper and set it next to her alarm clock.
With that he kissed her forehead like normal, then left her house as if it was a normal night. Locking the door with a key he had made from her spare she hid under the dirt of her garden.
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Hannibal was filled with questions and fear, but his face would not show it. He had years to master the same expression for everything from joy to sorrow, and now it had taken over him. Sometimes he would be happy to have it but other times, other times he wish he could change that.
He slipped into the back of her house quietly, as if he was giving Clarice her goodnight kiss. Passing the wooden floor boards of the laundry room, without stepping onto the loose ones, through the kitchen, and finally into the living room where his little Starling had cried herself to sleep.
Slowly he knelt down and brushed her hair back behind her ear letting his hand linger there for awhile before tracing her jaw line, then moving to trace her lips. With a disappointing smile he leaned over and kissed away a tear that had rested on her cheek.
"Hannibal…" Clarice said with a contented sigh. 'Does she know I am here?' Hannibal said in his brain unable to figure out how she could tell that was him. All of her signs had pointed out that she was asleep. Limp arms, even and deep breathing, every sign she was doing. Just like she did every night since Chesapeake, and even before that, but never in his time of watching over her had she called out his name.
After a few more moments of waiting he decided that the floor would not be the best place to sleep on, especially with her wounded arm. Carefully he picked her up and carried her to her bed, where he laid his little Starling down gently, as if she was one of his precious possessions. As he went to move his arms from under her she grabbed his neck and held him close. "Please don't leave me Hannibal. I…love…you." With that she fell back on her pillows sound asleep as if it had just been a bad, or good dream, and she thought that he was one of her pillows.
'She admits it to herself in her sleep, but why wont she tell me face to face, or paper to paper? Surely she does not fear me. I have known that since the first day I saw her and she stood up to me and even told me the truth about Miggs. What could be keeping her from telling me?'
Hannibal walked over to her desk in the corner of the room. 'You were always about your job weren't you Ex-Special Agent Starling.' He grinned to himself as he wrote down a note for her then tore the paper and set it next to her alarm clock.
With that he kissed her forehead like normal, then left her house as if it was a normal night. Locking the door with a key he had made from her spare she hid under the dirt of her garden.