The Silence of the Lambs

FROM A DISTANCE

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a fanfic by JetNoir

Note: This is set sometime between Silence, and Hannibal, so I chose Silence, as Hannibal hasn't yet begun.

I fell in love today.

It was ever so strange. Sitting on a train, heading towards Firenze. Not exactly Clarice, with her cheap shoes, and expensive handbag.

You were beautiful, in a classical sense; a long neck; opaline green eyes; soft pink lips; and a small, delicate nose. You smiled at me, before you turned and exposed your neck as you took your seat, a gentle, yet, piercing gaze, and that wonderful smile!

I wanted to eat you.

I often have to fight my cannibalistic tendencies, to make sure I never give myself away.

Patience is so often virtue. Especially when you are like me.

So here I am, in my new apartment, eating a slice of bright-red melon. Blood-red. The colour of your flesh, of your blood, your heart. The sweet effervescence of your blood running swiftly through your veins and capillaries and arteries.

It's almost too much. Almost.

I know where you live, my beautiful one. I won't deign you with a name; not if you are to be the prey, my prey.

I laugh softly, silkily at the delicacy of my position, and the irony of yours. I believe that when you smiled, that sweet smile of innocence, you won't have had any idea of who I was, am, or will be.

You are a stranger to me, a complete and utter alien, with alien believes, and alien culture.

Yet that alone is not enough to save you.

So. What will be?

What indeed..?

the story will continue

Note: Hope you enjoyed it. Part 2 will be coming soon, and please review!

Disclaimer: The character of Hannibal Lecter is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the poem to me. This poem has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page without my express written permission. Thankyou!

JetNoir