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Mrs. Fell copyright 2001, by Drandmrslecter & Rube
1 of 8 l 2 of 8 l 3 of 8 l 4 of 8 l 5 of 8 l 6 of 8 l 7 of 8 l 8 of 8 PART 1 HANNIBAL (m) "grace of Baal" (Phoenician). Baal was a Phoenician deity. Hannibal was the Carthaginian general who threatened Rome during the Second Punic War in the 3rd century BC. HELENE (f) Possibly either from Greek helene "torch" or "corposant", or from Greek selene "moon". In Greek mythology Helen was the daughter of Zeus and Leda, whose kidnapping by Paris was the cause of the Trojan War. The name was also borne by Saint Helena, mother of Emperor Constantine, who supposedly found the True Cross during a trip to Jerusalem. Another famous bearer was Helen Keller, the American author and lecturer who was both blind and deaf. HENRY (m) "home ruler" from the Germanic name Heinrich, which was composed of the elements heim "home" and ric "power, ruler". This name was introduced into Britain by the Normans. It was borne eight kings of England including the infamous Henry VIII, as well as six kings of France and seven kings of Germany. CLARICE (f) Medieval name derived from Latin clarus "clear, bright". Hannibal Lecter loved Florence. It was a lovely, engaging city that bordered on being quaint. He was especially fond of cafe's and the usual 'i ristoranti'. He frequented them often, looking for fascinating sites and decent food. It was on one of these trips, this particular one being to a charming cafe down the block from his 'appartamento', that Doctor Lecter had the most interesting experience. Cuore di Firenze, a very popular if somewhat small and overcrowded cafe, attracted many people; some young, some old, but also its charming and welcome atmosphere attracted some beautiful women. And women naturally being the way they are were attracted to Doctor Lecter for the obvious reason of wealth and good looks. One acutely striking woman, looking to be about thirty years of age, had spotted the Doctor over her latte and was intrigued. She got up from her seat gracefully, with the precise care for her stature and footing that would rival a ballerina, and strode over to where he sat nursing a double mocha. He had noticed her long before she him, of course, and noted a striking resemblance to a certain F.B.I. Agent from West Virginia. He couldn't help himself but to gape when she didn't see. "Ciao," she said, sliding into the seat across from him without a sound of inquiry as to if she could. "Sono Helene, e lei?" "I am sorry," he lied, not liking her accent with the usually lovely sound of Italian, "I do not speak any Italian. I believe you said, though, that your name is Helene?" Hopefully, his 'lack' of knowledge of her language would keep her away. "It is a pity," she said, in fluent English. "My language is so beautiful. You should learn. No matter," she smiled at him, bearing her small white teeth like cat's claws, "I will speak in yours." "Great," Hannibal said, while whishing she didn't have clear eyes and dark auburn hair. She was a twin to Clar...Agent Starling. "So, may I know your name, now that you know of mine?" She leaned over the small brass table and tapped her painted fingernails on it indecorously. "Doctor Henry Fell," he said, inclining his head slightly. "Well, Henry," she purred, "tell me a little about yourself." Doctor Lecter sat back and studied her under the guise of contemplation. If she did not look so much like Starling, he would have been completely appalled by her and sent her away from the table. He supposed he should be doing just that BECAUSE she looked like her, but couldn't bring himself to. Besides, it might be nice to see what she looked like offended. Finally, he shrugged. "There is nothing much to tell." "So modest," Helene said, chuckling. "Come; I'm sure you have plenty of secrets in your life. You look like a man with a past." "I do," he said begrudgingly. He had to give Helene some credit. She had gall. Another Clarice/Helene similarity. But she would never posses the grace or beauty that Clarice did. "The tell me." Helene folded her hands neatly and laid them down on the table. Doctor Lecter leaned his head back for the briefest of moments and when he returned her gaze, he could see the keen interest of a hawk. FIN Part 1 of 8 copyright 2001, by Drandmrslecter & Rube 1 of 8 l 2 of 8 l 3 of 8 l 4 of 8 l 5 of 8 l 6 of 8 l 7 of 8 l 8 of 8 |