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

Drabble Collection

copyright 2003, by MelanieAnne

Disclaimer:    These characters 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

Once, he’d asked her a question and she’d said no. Then he’d asked her if they could be friends and meant it, and she said yes and meant it.
One morning she woke up in his bed and panicked. Then he rolled over and smiled at her, and she decided it was okay.
Later, he asked her something else and she thought about it for a while, then said yes.
And on a perfect Saturday morning, she put on a white dress and walked down an aisle, and he asked her another question and she smiled and said, “I do.”


Valentines Day.

He cooks for her and sets the table with candles and roses. She’s going to be late. Work, she said.
He worries. She hasn’t been well lately. He wishes she would slow down. Take a vacation.
He doesn’t hear her arrive. “I lied,” she says. “I went to the doctor.”
His heart plummets as she slides a bottle of pills across the kitchen counter. Prenatal, it says. Then he sees her smile.
He grins. Hugs her.
Dinner is postponed.
And he forgets to tell her about the letter that arrived earlier . . . in an envelope with fine copperplate handwriting.



The monster sits in silence and contemplates the woman. A newspaper is spread open in front of him. Take a closer look, and we see an advert in the classified section.

A. A. Aaron,
The lambs have stopped screaming . . .

He is glad that she is happy, but sad too—the monster is human and is surprised that he feels the very human emotion of jealousy.
He can read no further. He moves to the piano. His fingers dance lightly across the keys, but his heart is heavy.
He closes his eyes and can almost smell her L'Air du Temps.


copyright 2003, by MelanieAnne

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.