When all lambs are silenced

Ok my first fic ever. Don't kill me for it. I'm new at this. Just thought I'd give it a try, so please R&R so that I can do better. these characters do not belong to me they belong to the talented Thomas Harris. I'm only borrowing them.

(Placed right after Hannibal is cuffed, so his hand has not been cut off yet)

"Now that's really interesting, Clarice, but I'm really pressed for time. So where's the key?"

Clarice just shifted her weight and said nothing.

Growing agitated He growled, "Where's the key!?"

They both heard the door crack as the F.B.I smashed their way in.

Hannibal just smirked at Clarice as they removed Clarice's handcuff and restrained him, in an expression that seemed to say 'are you happy now, special agent starling? Your daddy would be proud of you.'

And she just stared at him, realizing that she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

They were outside the house now officers leading Clarice to a car, and Hannibal with two officers leading him a few yards behind Clarice.

"It's a real good thing you got a chance to called us," one officer said to Clarice. " Now we can finally kill that bastard. No way he'll escape the needle this time."

'No!' Clarice thought. 'No! I can't just let this happen to him! He's one of the first people who actually care about me, he saved my life, he doesn't deserve this. I really fucked up this time. I hope he'll forgive me.'

Reaching behind her she called to Hannibal

Just as Mischa did. "Hannibal! Hannibal!" 'anniba! anniba!'

And for him time stood still, he was there staring blankly at clarice as Mischa's and Clarice's cries seemed to mingle and he could see them both, reaching back to him pleading for his help.

And with blind fury he broke the handcuffs, his mind and face completely blank. He quickly killed the two at his sides and ran to Clarice.

He broke one's neck and ripped the other's throat out, and let them fall to the ground at his feet. Clarice behind him, staring in horror and shock, not for the officers, but because she knew something about him was wrong. She had never seen him like this before.

He was blank. Just staring at their bloody faces in anger, mind still frozen.

But when he looked at the dead men, he did not see the two officers; he saw Grutas and Kolnas, lying dead in the snow.

Clarice came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hannibal?" she was worried.

She came around and embraced him, crying. He was still looking at the two he had just killed.

"I'm so sorry, I love you Hannibal."

He snapped out of it and he knew right that instance that Mischa wouldn't haunt his dreams any longer. He had saved his lamb.

He wrapped his arms around her protectively, his hands still bloody, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be close to him.

"I love you too, Clarice." " And I shall always love you"

" We should go." She said letting him go.

He just smiled and led her to the back of the house to his car.

And they left. Both just happy to be near each other.

They boarded a cruise and set off for Buenos Aries. Holding each other's hands, smiling. Simply content to stay like that forever. But they both knew they would soon be much, much closer to one another. Hannibal had silenced her lambs, and in so doing he had saved his own.

End

Ok please don't kill me. I don't do a very good job of portraying Clarice, I know. But if you give me some advice and encouragement I will love you for it. Please review so I know whether I should try writing again of if I should just shut up. I have a few more ideas for fics so tell me if I should give them a try. ''~E~ ''