A/N; I was re-reading the book Hannibal the other day and ever since then this has been stuck in my head, i had to write it down!!!
She had his eyes, he notices as he look down at the newborn asleep in the crib. She was only two hours old but she had a wise face.
She was the closets thing to perfect he would ever get and as he looked over at her sleeping mother he made a vow to protect his girls against anything the world could throw at them.
Clarice was exhausted, he could tell by looking at her face which was tense even in sleep. The labour had been hard on her, more painful for him to watch than he had ever expected.
As he stared at her he remembered the day she had chosen him, the day they had run from everything and revelled in the chaos they had left behind; the FBI agent and the famed serial killer. Everyone had condemned their actions but that day in that kitchen with Clarice Starling handcuffed to him he had made a decision he had never thought he would make.
He had given up on his beloved sister, finally letting go of the past that had haunted him for so long. He had chosen her and he would never regret it. She had given him everything, the amazing person she was had been totally surrendered to him and in return he had opened the doors to his heart.
It was not an easy life, the one they had chosen, it was full of constant worry. Always looking over their shoulders, changing their appearance and moving to new cities and countries; until they had settled in Buenos Aries, the beautiful city had just seemed like the right place.
So with new names and new faces they had stayed. He had more than enough money to enjoy the life he wanted and she was always happy to occupancy him wherever he wanted to go. She basked in the experience and he was always eager to introduce her to knew things.
He was shaken form his memories but the soft cry of the baby girl, scooping her into his arms he once again found himself drawn to her maroon eyes. She had his eyes.
He was Hannibal Lector.
And she was his daughter.