Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They are Thomas Harris'
creations. I am just borrowing them.
Chapter 1: Muses on the Kiss
It had been one month since that fateful night at Chesapeake. Kicking back and relaxing after a long day of waiting tables at her job of three weeks as a waitress at Boston Pizza, was something Clarice had to do. Being on her feet all day and not being able to rest for long had just about taken its toll on her. She wasn't used to this stressful job, and was always worried about bumping into HIM. On many occasions he had shown his growing admirations for her beauty and intellect. Just the thought of him brought an intense tingling sensation to where his lips had touched hers. The last coherent thought that Clarice had before falling into a restless sleep was the sound of the meat cleaver hitting the cutting board in chorus with her ear shattering scream, and Lecter's grunt of pain. It had been his thumb, not her hand that had felt the intensity of the cleavers blade.
*Lecter's POV*
As he sat there in the dark watching her from across the street, he recalled the previous month's events. The passionate kiss he had wanted so desperately to share with his beloved little starling had ended abruptly with the clicking of handcuffs. As much as her actions had disappointed him, he knew to expect nothing but FBI from her. He then turned his attention back to Clarice before any further memories could come back to haunt him. As he watched her, he saw her place her delicate, but sometimes deadly fingers to her moist, red lips. Somehow he knew that he wasn't the only one recalling those memories in vivid detail. He watched then as sleep overtook his darling Clarice. "Now is the time to put part one of my plan into action," Lecter said, smiling to himself…
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Authors Note: I haven't been able to think of a title for this piece of work. If anyone has a suggestion, it would be much appreciated.
Chapter 1: Muses on the Kiss
It had been one month since that fateful night at Chesapeake. Kicking back and relaxing after a long day of waiting tables at her job of three weeks as a waitress at Boston Pizza, was something Clarice had to do. Being on her feet all day and not being able to rest for long had just about taken its toll on her. She wasn't used to this stressful job, and was always worried about bumping into HIM. On many occasions he had shown his growing admirations for her beauty and intellect. Just the thought of him brought an intense tingling sensation to where his lips had touched hers. The last coherent thought that Clarice had before falling into a restless sleep was the sound of the meat cleaver hitting the cutting board in chorus with her ear shattering scream, and Lecter's grunt of pain. It had been his thumb, not her hand that had felt the intensity of the cleavers blade.
*Lecter's POV*
As he sat there in the dark watching her from across the street, he recalled the previous month's events. The passionate kiss he had wanted so desperately to share with his beloved little starling had ended abruptly with the clicking of handcuffs. As much as her actions had disappointed him, he knew to expect nothing but FBI from her. He then turned his attention back to Clarice before any further memories could come back to haunt him. As he watched her, he saw her place her delicate, but sometimes deadly fingers to her moist, red lips. Somehow he knew that he wasn't the only one recalling those memories in vivid detail. He watched then as sleep overtook his darling Clarice. "Now is the time to put part one of my plan into action," Lecter said, smiling to himself…
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Authors Note: I haven't been able to think of a title for this piece of work. If anyone has a suggestion, it would be much appreciated.