Loving Lecter Archive Index Header


Recent Acquisitions

All Stories by Theme

All Stories by Author

All Stories by Title - A - F

All Stories by Title - G - L

All Stories by Title - M - S

All Stories by Title - T - Z


Appetizers - Short Works

Challenge Section

Crossover Stories

Works in Verse


Other Lecterfic Sites

Fanfic on the Web


Author's Resources

Submission Guide


Browse Main Index



Double Edge

copyright 2001, by bloodandivory

Disclaimer:    The characters Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling were created by Thomas Harris.  They are used herein without permission, but in the spirit of admiration and respect.  No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit, of any kind, is made by the creator, maintainer or contributors to this site.

Send Feedback to Author

 

Clarice reeled away as he raised the cleaver, bracing for pain as best she could.

Despite her resolve to do this right, everything had gone terribly wrong.  Maybe it was the drug, she thought, feebly.  Maybe she was still unable to speak her desire, even now.  She'd been so sure… but the thing with Krendler, and this awful, chemical nausea had ruined everything.

As the blade came down, she blamed herself.  Seven years of rehearsing this moment and still she'd managed to miscalculate.  But he'd been so different than se expected, so unlike she remembered him.  Still, she was sure the failure had been hers.  And here was payment. 

She supposed she'd left him little choice.  Whether it was the drug or... his manner... something had prevented this from going as she planned.

Then, suddenly, his words, all of them, made a terrible sort of sense, even before she heard the cleaver bury itself into the butcher block.

If you loved me you'd stop.

She knew, and the knowledge was horrible.  The absence of physical pain was pale relief.

She looked down at the butcher's block, willing herself to still her quarrelsome stomach.  The cleaver had cut cleanly, and made a silver stripe between his gouting wrist and severed hand.  He was still reacting to the shock when her right hand closed around the cleaver's handle and her left grasped the outraged flesh firmly above his wrist.  It was the work of seconds to apply pressure here, force there... in a moment the cleaver's blade rested against his throat.

"You'd better hope this was dulled by your chivalrous gesture, Dr. Lecter.  If not, we'll end this right now."

"I must say I am disappointed, Clarice.  All the ends of this scenario I had envisioned... some sweet, some tragic... this finale wasn't amongst them.  I must congratulate you... you fooled me for the second time.  I never thought you'd send me back."

"Not in a thousand years?" she said, using her unkind grip on his wrist as much to cause discomfort as to staunch his bleeding. 

"No" he said, the sound of approaching sirens almost obscuring the sad murmur.

"They'll be here in a minute.,” she said, dispassionately.  "Does it hurt much?"

"More than you might imagine." he said, meaning all too obvious.

"You'd be surprised, Doctor."

A moment of silence passed.

"May I ask you something, Clarice?"

She looked at him now, not full in the face, of course, but she could see him in three-quarter profile.  There were tears, barely unshed, in his eyes.  The same eyes she once thought were her only mirror.  She used the brilliant edge of the cleaver to force him to turn so that he could see her face, knowing he'd find it bare of a shred of mercy.

"Go ahead, Doctor.  I suspect this will be the last chance you have to ask me anything."

"You've changed, Clarice.  Once, we understood each other perfectly.  Is your loyalty to the Bureau so undying?”

"No," she uttered a contemptuous little laugh.  "I'm already wording my resignation, in fact.  This has nothing to do with the Bureau."

"No?"  He wet his lips, looking into her eyes for the connection he'd once found so readily. 

"I haven't changed."

"Still afraid to tell me the truth?"

"Not at all, Doctor."  She wished to look down, unwilling to let him see the grief in her eyes.  The words she had to say struck glass into her heart, even though she'd known the truth of them as soon as the cleaver fell... maybe even before.  But he wanted an answer.  More importantly, he deserved an answer.  And so she did not flinch. 

"I never was." 

There was no need to avert her gaze.  Like so many other things, his power to read her had deserted him. 

"Then tell me what could I have done?  What would have made things different for us?"

For a moment, during which the sirens grew with every passing second, she didn’t answer.  Clarice was cruel only by experience, and not by nature, so she hesitated... but only for a heartbeat.

"Do you need to ask?" she said.  It wasn't really a question, but an sentence, heavy with burden. "That should tell you something.  I was waiting for the man I touched in Memphis.  He didn't ask.  He didn't need to.  That Dr. Lecter took what was his."

"You thought I'd take you without asking?" he asked.  "Tsk, tsk, Clarice...  I thought we understood each other better than that."  She heard sadness, maybe even a tear, in his voice, but wouldn't look to confirm this suspicion.  She didn’t need to.

"Did you?"  Her voice was steady, and did not betray the outraged loss she felt.  Seven years of longing, dreaming, waiting... melted away.  Never mind that she’d stayed in the Bureau all these years only to find him.  Never mind a promise, however unspoken.  Whether made falsely or made false... the fact was unchanged. 

Maybe our youthful perceptions are all wrong.  Maybe I was just full of shit.  Or maybe age diminishes… if that’s true, please, God, let me die before I find out for sure. 

"Not any more," she whispered. 

Bullhorns sounded outside… there was little time… but she had nothing more to say.  She was finished here.  It cost her something, but she didn't cry.  Mourning could come later.  Tomorrow, maybe, tears would be shed... all bitter and burning with seven wasted years. 

But Clarice Starling wouldn't cry now.

Not in front of a stranger.

Not in a thousand years.

FIN

copyright 2001, by bloodandivory

Send Feedback to Author

 

Site Copyright © 2001 by Loving Lecter - The Fan Fiction Site.

This fan fiction site exists to honor characters created by Thomas Harris.
No infringement of rights is intended and no profit, of any kind, is made.