Should Have Stayed Home
Should Have Stayed Home
Neither the characters from Angel or Silence of the Lambs belong to me. No harm intended or $ made.
FFA pairing: Kate Lockley/Hannibal Lecter
Kate Lockley stared into the features of one of the most famous serial killers in history. Certainly, Hannibal Lecter was one of the most notorious human
killers. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he had a gun in his coat and a knife strapped to his bicep. She swallowed. This would teach her not to leave the house without her sidearm, she thought with black humor. If she survived, of course.
Watching his eyes, she could tell he knew she’d made him. Glancing around the crowded supermarket, Kate couldn’t help wishing she’d just forgotten about the milk and stayed home tonight.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said as she reached unobtrusively into her jacket for her phone. His smile was chilling in its courtesy. “If you were to summon assistance, I’d have to kill everyone here, starting with that old woman over there.” Kate snatched her hand away from her pocket.
“Why don’t you go pay for your milk, nice and slow, and then you and I can take this outside and away from all these nice shoppers,” Lecter suggested.
Kate walked carefully over to the checkout counter, eyes scanning the store frantically for anything that might be useful against Lecter. She made a brief motion towards slipping a flashlight from the impulse buy rack into her sleeve, but Lecter jostled her arm at the last instant and shook his head at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He stayed right behind her every step of the way out the door into the deserted parking lot.
“Against the wall, please, detective,” he said pleasantly. He saw her body tense. Anyone else would have thought it was in response to his command. “Not a detective, then,” he said, thoughtfully and with obvious enjoyment. “Not anymore. You got kicked out. For incompetence?” he wondered, his hands patting her down with professional thoroughness. When he reached her wallet, he opened it and glanced at her name.
“Kate Lockley,” he said, enunciating every syllable. “A good, strong name. Your father named you well.” Lecter returned the wallet to her coat, and resumed his search.
“No,” he decided. “It wasn’t incompetence that got you fired, former Detective Lockley. You were too good.” His hands paused on the stake tucked into Kate’s pants, then slipped it out and pocketed it himself. Kate’s cell phone followed her only weapon seconds later.
“Perhaps,” Lecter mused, “you started solving cases no one wanted solved. Finding answers to questions people didn’t want asked. You got a little too close to the truth, former Detective Lockley, you made a few too many people uncomfortable, and suddenly the department you dedicated your life to didn’t want you around anymore.”
Kate’s breath hitched involuntarily. Lecter continued, in that same considering tone. “They threw you away. You were one of their best officers, and they dropped you without a backwards glance the moment you became a little inconvenient. And the worst part is that you fear they’re in danger without you.” His voice seemed to savor every word. “And they are, former Detective Lockley. They are.”
Lecter stepped back and Kate took a deep breath, feeling as if she were abruptly freed from crushing weights. But physical distance was no defense against a man with a gun. Kate needed a weapon and a plan.
“It was nice meeting you, former Detective Lockley,” Hannibal Lecter said, abruptly gliding back and away from her across the parking lot. “Don’t bother looking for me. I’m leaving town tonight.”
“Why...?” Kate started involuntarily, before her brain caught up with her mouth and stopped the rest of the question.
“Why am I leaving without a fight? Why didn’t I kill you?” Lecter smiled that charming grin at Kate again. “Let’s just say you remind me of an old friend.” With that, he vanished into the night.
She was never, ever leaving home without a gun again.