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Summary: The doctor writes his last thoughts down on paper, to his beloved Clarice.
Title: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, and Dreams Forever.
Athors Note: I know, I know, I have to finish Diamonds of Destiny, but the next chapter is at my aunts, and i dont feel like retyping it, so, Im sorry, but ya gotta wait till I get back up there.
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Dear Clarice,
In the moonlight, your face beams. Grief, disappointment, hate. That's what you mirror. You wallow in disgrace. You gave up a chance of a life time. You gave up happiness, that I offered. I offered you that chance to shatter the glass that sticks you frame together, a chance to shatter the FBI.
Like the other less meaningful gift i gave you, you have them thrown away. I have handed you, graciously, courage, truth,knowledge,strength, perseverance, freedom, and offered you love. So what will you do with them, Clarice? These are not things you can rip and burn. Unfortunately for you, my dear, I am with you always. I am sewn, embedded into that once pure, unstained soul of yours. I am everything you see, every breath you take. I am your lamb.
Your mind, the model for every breathing thing, is beating at you , telling you to send this directly to those masters you serve, the devils of this world. You stare at these words and contemplate everything you've done to 'catch me'. You want to dispose of me. You want to do the world, the world that has trown you helplessly at it's feet, a favor, and spill my blood.
Think about it my dear Clarice, what would you do than, hmm? Who would be there than? Who would be there to guide you, little Starling? I am the wind beneath your broken wings. I am the wind struggling to keep you flying, to keep you up in the air.
I could have saved you Clarice. I could have saved you. I could have loved you, but you would never allow me to. I saw it in your eyes that night. You will not allow me to love you, because of who I am, what I have done, and because of your oath. For those weak reasons, you deny yourself the happiness you deserve. Forever, you will be my girl.
H
Hannibal Lecter put down his pen. His Clarice would have to turn this letter in, like all the others. Just like everything else he had given her. It would be exactly like the others. Mainly, and simply, evidence of his exisitance.
He had nothing to live for now. His mother, gone. His father, gone. His beloved sister, Mischa, gone. Clarice, the very image of beauty, the beat of his heart, would never be his. The plane began to shake. He leaned back in his seat, and listen to the screams around him. A baby cried. Everything seemed to tilt forward as the emergency lights burst on.
As the aircraft went down Hannnibal Lecter remembered something he had heard before. '' If I should die, this very moment, I wouldn't fear. 'cuz I've never known completeness, like being here. Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you." he spoke in a near whisper. At that moment, the Atlantic's ice water covered him, the good doctor could almost swear he heard her voice, echoing off her mind. "Stop, if you love me, you'll stop."
Sure as his words, he went down with a smile on his face. "That's my girl." The letter, grasped in his hand, remains un torn, un burned, with out her.
Summary: The doctor writes his last thoughts down on paper, to his beloved Clarice.
Title: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, and Dreams Forever.
Athors Note: I know, I know, I have to finish Diamonds of Destiny, but the next chapter is at my aunts, and i dont feel like retyping it, so, Im sorry, but ya gotta wait till I get back up there.
~^*.*^~
Dear Clarice,
In the moonlight, your face beams. Grief, disappointment, hate. That's what you mirror. You wallow in disgrace. You gave up a chance of a life time. You gave up happiness, that I offered. I offered you that chance to shatter the glass that sticks you frame together, a chance to shatter the FBI.
Like the other less meaningful gift i gave you, you have them thrown away. I have handed you, graciously, courage, truth,knowledge,strength, perseverance, freedom, and offered you love. So what will you do with them, Clarice? These are not things you can rip and burn. Unfortunately for you, my dear, I am with you always. I am sewn, embedded into that once pure, unstained soul of yours. I am everything you see, every breath you take. I am your lamb.
Your mind, the model for every breathing thing, is beating at you , telling you to send this directly to those masters you serve, the devils of this world. You stare at these words and contemplate everything you've done to 'catch me'. You want to dispose of me. You want to do the world, the world that has trown you helplessly at it's feet, a favor, and spill my blood.
Think about it my dear Clarice, what would you do than, hmm? Who would be there than? Who would be there to guide you, little Starling? I am the wind beneath your broken wings. I am the wind struggling to keep you flying, to keep you up in the air.
I could have saved you Clarice. I could have saved you. I could have loved you, but you would never allow me to. I saw it in your eyes that night. You will not allow me to love you, because of who I am, what I have done, and because of your oath. For those weak reasons, you deny yourself the happiness you deserve. Forever, you will be my girl.
H
Hannibal Lecter put down his pen. His Clarice would have to turn this letter in, like all the others. Just like everything else he had given her. It would be exactly like the others. Mainly, and simply, evidence of his exisitance.
He had nothing to live for now. His mother, gone. His father, gone. His beloved sister, Mischa, gone. Clarice, the very image of beauty, the beat of his heart, would never be his. The plane began to shake. He leaned back in his seat, and listen to the screams around him. A baby cried. Everything seemed to tilt forward as the emergency lights burst on.
As the aircraft went down Hannnibal Lecter remembered something he had heard before. '' If I should die, this very moment, I wouldn't fear. 'cuz I've never known completeness, like being here. Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you." he spoke in a near whisper. At that moment, the Atlantic's ice water covered him, the good doctor could almost swear he heard her voice, echoing off her mind. "Stop, if you love me, you'll stop."
Sure as his words, he went down with a smile on his face. "That's my girl." The letter, grasped in his hand, remains un torn, un burned, with out her.