Ok. Here's chapter two. Thank you for your input and letting me know where I made mistakes. I love hearing what people think of my writing it helps me write better. Let me know where I can improve and any ideas or corrections that I can use or make. Also, there's something that I'm doing when I write about our lovely Hannibal Lecter. See if you can figure it out. ;) (FYI her name is pronounced Jessica but I like the spelling of how I do it better.) I OWN NOTHING BUT MY O/Cs ^.^ Please R&R

Hannibal woke up to hot sunshine on his face. He grimaced in pain as he picked himself up off of the ground and sat back on his knees, Clarice Starling was gone. He looked down at his stomach to see the damage he'd taken from the night before. His eyes found two bloody bullet holes in his shirt, his body already healed. He scowled, stood, and then looked around, his maroon eyes landing on a homeless man who was gawking at him.

"What are you staring at?" He scowled further; the homeless man quickly shook his head and skidded off.

Lecter's sense picked up again and his body went half way into hunt-mode. He hadn't exactly fed last night.

Last night? Hannibal flashed back. She was there, so close to him. He could feel the air shifting with the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Lecter shook his head and walked out of the alley and into the side street. A quick glance around and he started off. He headed towards the one bar he knew that was open all night and all day. The Cavern.

It was, literally, a giant hole in the ground. Most people don't know this but vampires weren't the only supernatural things to exist in this world. There were monsters and there were the monster hunters. This bar was one place anyone could go, human or not, where there was no threat of being murdered.

Hannibal walked down the short set of stairs outside a brick building that led to the bar. The guard at the door, even though he was human, was very good at his job of guarding the club door. Hannibal exchanged a nod with the man and walked in, down a flight of stairs and down a hall. He walked though another door and entered a very large cavernous club. Directly to the left was a short hall with rooms for sleeping the night/day off. Next to that there was the bar. It could seat between one and two dozen beings side-by-side. Across from the bar, on the other side of the cave was a stage for anything from d.j-ing to band equipment. There were stripper poles towards the back, where there were dozens of tables, and the area between the bar and the stage was the dance floor. There were demons, cubi, humans, werewolves, witches, human and animal shape-shifters, and vampires mingling. If you wanted to know something, there would definitely be someone here who could tell you.

Hannibal found a seat at the bar and waited. A few minutes later Jeshicka, the owner and one of the bar-maids, walked over and smiled sweetly.

"What'll you have, love?"

Hannibal smiled back at the reformed succubus. "Just the normal pint of blood, if you please, Jes."

Jeshicka nodded and walked along the large assortment of drinks looking for the request.

Lecter turned around in his seat and watched the crowd on the dance floor move to the up-beat rock that was being broadcast through the many speakers throughout the club. In the center of the dance floor was a group of women, all beautiful and each with a different colour about them. No one dared touch them for fear of what would happen. Lecter's nose told him that the women were mostly wolves with a shape-shifter and a vampire thrown in the mix. Hannibal sighed.

Jeshicka came back with a large glass with thick, red liquid that Lecter had been craving since he woke. He turned back around and met another smile from the bar owner. "Will that be all, dear?" Jeshicka was slender with long dark hair with eyes to match. She was reformed, from what Hannibal could tell, which meant she no longer used her power to con men into bed and murder them, though no one really ever knew why.

Hannibal's eyes set. "Have you ever heard of Clarice Starling?"

Jeshicka thought for a moment as Lecter took a long drink. "No, Hun, I'm sorry. However," Jes pointed over into a corner near the back, where a group of men sat drinking beer. "They might know. I've heard them mention that name a few times." Hannibal nodded and took his time finishing his glass before going to talk.

Starling was sitting at home; her TV was on the news channel and was turned up. She had an hour or so before she had to go into work. She sat down at her table with a mug of coffee. Clarice stared into the hot liquid and let her mind wander. It went to the case she had just been put on. There was a psychotic man out kidnapping and killing young women. There were few leads and the body count was only getting bigger. To make matters worse, the man wasn't only killing the women but skinning parts of the body. She couldn't fathom how anyone could be that demented. For a brief moment, Clarice's mind wandered back to the previous night. That man, tall, slender, down-right captivating. She quickly shook her head.

Starling looked up from her cup and at her television. The news was doing a cover story and they had named the murderer 'Buffalo Bill'. She couldn't comprehend why in god's name they named him that but that was what they did. She took a sip from her mug and started towards her room to change. She wore form fitting jeans and a dark three-quarter sleeve t-shirt. She put her hair up in a pony-tail, grabbed her gun and badge then walked out of the house and climbed into her mustang then drove off.