Where do I go from here? Where does the loneliness end? When will I see his face again, and when will I feel his touch?
It's been over seven years, and I still remember the way he came walking toward me that night, the night he saw me in that bar, alone.
I had been on vacation, and Hannibal Lecter had been following me. I was sent on a leave of absence from the F.B.I and gratefully so. I had no idea Lecter had been following me, was I upset over this? No, definetly not.
Shocked, yes, mad, no.
I remember walking him to my hotel room, and falling into his arms as soon as we entered the room. I cried on his shoulder that night, nothing but hot tears streaming form my eyes, letting him see and feel how much I had missed his presence. Why had I fallen in love with a madman? You tell me, your guess is just about as good as mine.
Would I change the fact that I love him, even if I could?
No.
Hannibal Lecter changed my life that night, he held me close and showed me that he was not insane, but rather a very logical, loving man. Someone who would not leave me, and who would try his best to treat me the way no one else ever would. I was so lost until I felt his arms around me, and heard him whisper into my ear, "you are safe now my darling little Clarice, please, stop crying. I will not leave you..."
He loved me, more than anyone else ever loved me. All the men who would pretend to be there for me would walk out the second they knew what my soul was like. I am a dark person you see, very dark and twisted.
I hate myself sometimes for the actions that I have. For the mental state of mind I sometimes possess. There is a madman living inside of us all, you know, it only matters how we choose to block it out.
I choose to embrace my inner demons. I understand now that I need them to stay sane. I understand that Hannibal needs them to stay sane.
I am terribly upset over the fact that Hannibal and I have not seen each other for almost a century.
My heart cries out to him, though I do not know where he has gone.
Why is he gone, you ask?
Fate my dear friends...fate.
Hannibal Lecter is an animal not happily caged, he needs freedom, and nothing can take that from him. He enjoys the finer things in life, and therefore, he had to leave, before he was taken back to his prison.
I am too close to the Government, he once told me, I will be the death of him if he doesn't leave as soon as he could.
I don't know if he really meant what he said, but he left that night, and he never returned.
Now I sit, alone, wondering where my love has gone. Where he went, when he will return...if he will return. I miss him so much sometimes I cry out in the middle of the night for him to return to me, and to hold me once more. I do not know where this pain will lead me, but I do know that I will never give up on him. He is the only one I have ever known to care about me, the only one I have ever, in turn, cared about
It's been over seven years, and I still remember the way he came walking toward me that night, the night he saw me in that bar, alone.
I had been on vacation, and Hannibal Lecter had been following me. I was sent on a leave of absence from the F.B.I and gratefully so. I had no idea Lecter had been following me, was I upset over this? No, definetly not.
Shocked, yes, mad, no.
I remember walking him to my hotel room, and falling into his arms as soon as we entered the room. I cried on his shoulder that night, nothing but hot tears streaming form my eyes, letting him see and feel how much I had missed his presence. Why had I fallen in love with a madman? You tell me, your guess is just about as good as mine.
Would I change the fact that I love him, even if I could?
No.
Hannibal Lecter changed my life that night, he held me close and showed me that he was not insane, but rather a very logical, loving man. Someone who would not leave me, and who would try his best to treat me the way no one else ever would. I was so lost until I felt his arms around me, and heard him whisper into my ear, "you are safe now my darling little Clarice, please, stop crying. I will not leave you..."
He loved me, more than anyone else ever loved me. All the men who would pretend to be there for me would walk out the second they knew what my soul was like. I am a dark person you see, very dark and twisted.
I hate myself sometimes for the actions that I have. For the mental state of mind I sometimes possess. There is a madman living inside of us all, you know, it only matters how we choose to block it out.
I choose to embrace my inner demons. I understand now that I need them to stay sane. I understand that Hannibal needs them to stay sane.
I am terribly upset over the fact that Hannibal and I have not seen each other for almost a century.
My heart cries out to him, though I do not know where he has gone.
Why is he gone, you ask?
Fate my dear friends...fate.
Hannibal Lecter is an animal not happily caged, he needs freedom, and nothing can take that from him. He enjoys the finer things in life, and therefore, he had to leave, before he was taken back to his prison.
I am too close to the Government, he once told me, I will be the death of him if he doesn't leave as soon as he could.
I don't know if he really meant what he said, but he left that night, and he never returned.
Now I sit, alone, wondering where my love has gone. Where he went, when he will return...if he will return. I miss him so much sometimes I cry out in the middle of the night for him to return to me, and to hold me once more. I do not know where this pain will lead me, but I do know that I will never give up on him. He is the only one I have ever known to care about me, the only one I have ever, in turn, cared about