Fancy Meeting You Here
Sara232
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Summary: Will Graham extracts his revenge.
Timeline: One year after Hannibal.
Rating: R
Copy: Part 1 of 1
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Clarice
Starling lifted her bags of groceries out of her cart and into the open hatch of
her brand new Mustang. The car had been a gift to herself, after Dr. Samuel
Grey, M.D. had decided she was well enough to discontinue their little afternoon
chats about the events at the house on the Chesapeake shore that had happened
exactly one year ago next Monday.
Clarice
had been relieved, of course. She loathed talking about what had went on, and
her feelings. The stupid fuck Grey
had actually asked her if she had a "personal" relationship with Dr.
Lecter, and if that was why she had saved him at Mason Verger's Muskrat Farm.
Starling
smirked at recalling how she had
made her good doctor squirm; he'd wanted to know if she'd had sex with Lecter.
Come to think of it, it was only a month later when Grey had decided she was
well enough to return to active duty.
Starling
honestly couldn't say just how close she had been with Lecter before he had
escaped. Every memory of that time was fuzzy. She recalled dancing with him.
Clarice had enjoyed the dancing, very much so. It had been very romantic.
Everything she did remember had been romantic, except dear Paul of course.
Clarice
closed the hatch, sealing the food inside her car, and then stood face to face
with the oddest looking fellow she had ever seen in her life. His one side of
his face was most handsome. Devastatingly so. But the other side...before she
could give any more thought as to his appearance, he introduced himself.
"My
name is Will. I was wondering why such a devastatingly stunning woman, such as
yourself, is all alone in a parking lot so late at night?"
Clarice
smirked. Was he actually hitting on her? It had been some time since that had
ever happened to her. Not many men went for women who were so well associated
with a very famous cannibal. Did Will know who she was? Well, he was in for a
shock then. Once she would say her name, she was certain he would be running for
the hills, like they all did.
"Nice
words. But that's got to be the oldest pickup I've ever had the pleasure of
hearing, Will!" she smiled.
He
laughed. "Sorry. I was widowed just last year. My family and I...we went on
a vacation to Europe, to celebrate my wife's and my wedding anniversary..."
he stopped suddenly, realizing he was confiding his life story, and to a
stranger. But then, he and Clarice Starling had so very much in common... more
than she would ever know.
"Let's
just say my family died, the end, hmm?" he smiled forcefully, wanting to
not bring up the subject of Molly again, or their boy. He thought he'd been
ready...but he was wrong.
Clarice
smiled warmly, and touched his hands that were across his chest.
"It's
all right. I have no one too. I never married, but I lost my family very young.
I know how it feels to be alone, anyway," Clarice said, blushing somewhat.
She couldn't recall the last time she had done that, either.
"I'm
Clarice Starling, anyway." She smiled again. He took her hand, and held it
lightly.
"Well,
Clarice Starling, how about a late supper?" he offered hopefully. It had
been years since he'd been on a date; Will hoped he still remembered how.
"Ahh...why
the hell not? Follow my car? I know a great little restaurant, near my
house."
"I
never brought my car," he said.
Clarice
frowned slightly.
Why
are you in a market parking lot, so late in the evening then, hmm?
She wanted to say it, but thought better of it.
"Well,
ride with me then." Clarice got into the driver side, and carefully watched
"Will", the only other FBI Agent in the history of Hannibal Lecter's
infamous career to get inside Lecter's twisted mind, as he entered the passenger
side of her new Mustang.
This
was going to be the most interesting night of her life.
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"Distracted
so easily, and in these days, really!" whispered the raspy voice of the man
across the market parking lot, who was watching the whole exchange between his
two most favorite FBI playthings.
"After
all of these years, Willy-boy and my dear Clarice meet! Most interesting. Does
Willy-boy have a new plan to catch me? Only time will tell...
"So
easily used, my dearest Clarice. Don't be concerned though, little Starling. I
will watch out for you, as always. The powers that be have seperated us for far
too long. It's time, Clarice; time to deal our own twist on what fate
holds." With that, Lecter adjusted his hat slightly and walked away into
the late evening.
It
was good to be home.
Clarice awakened to the sunlight shining in her face. She had dreamed of
her mysterious evening with "Will". He'd been such a wonderful
surprise. Such a warm delight. He really had enjoyed himself, too. Their little
tryst in the backseat of her car had been most unexpected as well. She was happy
she was seeing him again tonight. Perhaps then she would learn his last name.
Clarice
got up out of her bed to go and shower. The water felt so wonderful on her bare
skin. She then went back into her bedroom, not bothering to grab her robe as she
saw no need. Clarice thought she was alone.
Clarice
gasped as two strong arms took her into a strong, solid chest. Demanding lips
took their claim on her mouth, and every other part that wasn't covered.
Before
she could move herself to see a face, she was pushed backward onto her bed and
quickly captured in yet another kiss. It had to be Will, of course. Clarice
allowed herself the joy of enjoying the warm touches of lips on her body. It had
been so long since she'd been touched like this. So lovingly gentle. It wasn't
like it had been with him in her car before. This was just amazing.
"
Oh, Clarice. As much as I am enjoying seeing the passion cross your face that is
caused by my touches on your barest parts of skin, I would enjoy this even more
so if you would just open your eyes." The voice that had haunted her dreams
for a year, and even longer, whispered in her hair.
She
gasped, and opened her eyes.
The
deep piercing eyes of Dr. Hannibal Lecter stared at her in turn, seeming to
capture not only her heart, but her very soul.
Clarice
Starling felt her entire body go numb from shock. Hannibal Lecter was leaning
over her, in her own fucking bed, and she could not move or speak.
Was
she afraid? No. Clarice had never had any fear of Dr. Hannibal Lecter, or ever
would. Not the man himself, anyway. But the emotions that made their way through
her body at the very thought of him... those scared the hell out of her. It was
what she had always felt for him, she suspected.
"Oh,
my dear Clarice. I had not expected I would bring out such a powerful reaction
in you. You are utterly frozen in shock. This is most interesting, little
Starling. Most interesting, indeed." With a devious grin, he bent his head
to kiss her again.
Lecter
was then met with a knee to his lower vulnerable section. A move he would never
have expected at this point; no, not at all.
A
smile danced across the face of Clarice Starling.
"Always
good to see you, Dr. Lecter." She said.
A
hard solid knock then pounded on her bedroom door.
"Clarice?
Are you okay?" called a very familar male voice.
"It's
Will," she said.
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Clarice
Starling pushed Hannibal Lecter away from her, and managed to get to her feet.
"Clarice,
open up. It's Will." called the voice from the other side of the bedroom
door.
"Why
are you here?" she said, looking to Dr. Lecter, who stood just inches from
her now.
"I
wanted to see you, Clarice. Please, let me in." The voice had now taken on
a demanding tone.
She
looked back at Lecter, searching his face as to how to act next. If she opened
the door, Will would certainly know who Lecter was. And after so long a time
away from prison now, Dr. Lecter would not risk anything sending him back there.
Certainly the life and welfare of a man he didn't even know would not stand in
his way.
"Don't
open that door Clarice. You have no idea of what's really going on here."
Lecter said, his voice a hushed whisper.
"Clarice,
is someone in there with you?" came Will's demanding tone again. She did
not know what frightened her more now. The idea of opening the door, and seeing
exactly how Will would react to seeing Lecter in her bedroom of all places,
alone with her; or not opening the door, and wondering why she would listen to
Lecter after all that had went on between them...if she had any right mind at
all, she would be screaming for Will to come in and save her from this madman.
But something held her back.
Lecter
was here, at grave risk to himself, to tell her not to allow a man she barely
knew at all into her bedroom. She hated to admit it, but she found herself
trusting Lecter more.
He
had never lied to her before; this time would be no different.
Clarice
was about to ask Lecter something, when the door to her bedroom burst in scaring
the hell out of her. Starling found herself backing toward the Doctor, as if
seeking his protection, as Will barged into the room.
"You!
I knew it!" Will exclaimed, removing his weapon from his coat, and taking
perfect aim at his target.
Clarice
turned pale. She knew exactly who her mysterious Will was now. How couldn't she
have known right from the start? She felt like such a fool.
He'd
used her to find what he really wanted.
Hannibal
Lecter.
"You're
him! You're Will Graham!" she spat furiously.
Lecter
smiled.
"Finally,
the little bird gets it." Graham said harshly.
"Oh,
do be nice, Willy-boy. You do recall what I did to you, the last time you were a
naughty little boy?" Lecter's eyes danced in the dim light of the room,
clearly amused by all of this.
Clarice
wished she could feel the same way right about now.
It
was then that something inside Will Graham snapped and he fired the gun off,
before Clarice could register what the loud sound was that echoed throughout her
house.
She
turned to see if Lecter was hurt. Clarice smiled when she saw that he was just
fine. Not a mark on him. The room grew dizzy. Her world began to spin.
It
was then that she realized who had been shot. Before falling to the floor,
Clarice managed to reach into the open drawer of her nightstand and remove the
tiny weapon. She fired off one shot before passing out entirely. Hannibal Lecter
watched his beloved fall to the floor of her bedroom after the bullet from
Will's weapon ripped into her chest. It seemed that time stood still as Clarice
fell. When she finally was down and did not move, a deep, unspeakable rage grew
inside of Dr. Lecter. He slowly
turned to face the one being that dared to come between Clarice and himself.
"Now
you know how if feels," Will Graham hissed. It had been sometime since the
murders of his wife Molly and their young son, but he had never forgotten the
note that the killer had left for him...
Will,
Sorry
to eat and run, but I just had to pay my deepest respects to your fine family.
At our prior meeting, regarding the 'Fairy' (you do remember him, don't you,
Willy-boy?) I never received the pleasure.
Do
forgive me, won't you?
Ta,
H.L.
Dr.
Lecter scowled. Yes, he had enjoyed his long awaited visit (fifteen years) to
Willy's family home. Will's dearly departed wife had been the most charming host
during their afternoon tea in the backyard. That was until a cry from a startled
woman next door had echoed through the entire town, or so it had seemed. In
seconds, Molly Graham had realized just who the mysterious stranger wanting to
await her husband's coming home truly was. The woman cried out, and the other
woman ran off before Lecter could act. So tragically, he'd had to end the life
of the charming Molly Graham. After that, he'd acted quickly and finished the
woman from next door, but not before she had contacted the local police.
As
Lecter had fled the home, he'd noticed Molly's and Will Graham's teenage son,
Willy, arriving home from school. That had been it. Lecter had not killed the
boy; he did not kill children, ever.
Why
did Will believe otherwise?
Well,
what ever the reasons, it no longer mattered. Clarice was surely lost to him
now, given her injuries.The only reason he had been risking himself was gone.
"'I
know how it feels', hmm, Willy-Boy?" Lecter hissed, slowly stalking Will
Graham toward the hallway.
"You
killed my family, you sick, twisted fuck. The only people that meant anything to
me in this life. I took from you what could ever equal to that. Now we are even.
I sure as hell do hope that I never see you again, Lecter." Will said
furiously. He then looked to the broken form of Clarice Starling, and he smiled.
For nearly the last year, he'd been stalking Clarice Starling's every move just
hoping that Lecter would make contact with her again. When Will had learned that
Lecter had crossed the ocean, he had begun his move.
Now,
it was all done. It was finally over.
Clarice
Starling was dead.
"See
me again...?" Lecter questioned. "Oh, no, dear Willy....you will never be seeing anything
ever again..." Lecter whispered softly.
Will
Graham was backed to the staircase railing now. He had no where to run and no
weapon; it was still on the cold floor of Clarice's bedroom.
Just
as Lecter raised his Harpy that had appeared from seemingly nowhere, two gun
shots sounded through the house. Both blasts struck Will in his chest. His eyes
went wide before he fell over the railing, dead.
Dr.
Lecter watched in shock as Will fell.
He
then slowly turned around. His eyes went wide in surprise.
Clarice
Starling stood firmly in place with her small weapon drawn. Blood was flowing
from her chest, but somehow Lecter knew she was going to be just fine.
The
fire that he always saw in her eyes, equal to his own, had returned full force.
She then lowered her weapon, dropping it the floor. A slow smile played lightly
on her face as she met Dr. Lecter's dancing gaze with her own.
"Fancy
meeting you here," she said. Feeling dizzy again, she lowered herself to
the floor in a heap. Just as Lecter caught her with his arms, he let himself
fall with her. Lecter smiled as the light scent of her hair tickled his nose.
Fin
Copyright 2001, Sara232