A/N: Artist unknown.
The lambs.
They're screaming.
'If I can save just one.'
There's only one lamb left.
She gathers it up and begins to walk, she walks for miles away from that bloodshed to save the struggling lamb in her arms, but he's so heavy and she's so weak.
As she falls, strong arms catch her and a rough voice says,
"Well, Clarice... have the lambs stopped screaming?"
He's stood beside her, whispering in her ear. She notices the white shirt from the prison beneath his suit jacket.
There are twisting thorns behind her, they are around her and him. On one branch sits a death head moth, the moth used in the Buffalo Bill case.
His hand is level with his chin, reaching out towards her, his thumb resting on the soft ear of the lamb that is resting its head against her neck as he moves closer.
"I can hurt them for you."
It is then she realises that the lamb is gone.
"Dr Lecter-"
And it begins to scream in the distance behind the thorns, and no matter how she tries to struggle, not even when the blood is running from her hands can she break through to save it.
"I could kill them for you."
She turns and he's there, watching her with those maroon eyes.
"Dr Lecter, please."
He places a finger to her lips.
"Quid pro quo. Yes or no, Clarice?"
The lamb continues to scream as she opens her mouth to say-
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Return of the Lambs
HorrorReturn of the Lambs follows Clarice Starling a year after parting ways with Dr Lecter. *DISCLAIMER* I do not own the characters, this is a fanfiction written solely to entertain. This story follows the movie arc, not the novels or TV show. Warnings...
