A/N: Hi guys! I'm, like, sooooooo sorry that I haven't updated anything in forever! If you're reading this, then you really should have seen the movie, Hannibal. This contains very big spoilers and, plus, it was a really good movie I thought. I'm dedicating this to Thomas Harris because he made Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling real.

Disclaimer: Nada, Nein, No way. Don't own Star Wars or Silence of the Lambs.

I wandered around my room restlessly. Coming across the globe, I rested my finger on it, spinning the detailed sphere softly.

Dr. Lecter was on the run again. He, of all people, liked to choose things according to taste. I guess that he could be in Firenze again. Most likely in Europe. Yeah, nice guess, Sherlock. Is he still on planet Earth or did he move to friggin' Naboo! (A/N: Sorry, it seemed like I had to make a Star Wars reference with Anthony Hopkins being Obi-Wan and stuff.)

Well, it'd still be good to check around, it doesn't matter if he's stalking me or not. Love makes you do crazy things… did I really just say that? Have I gone completely insane!

I couldn't fall in love with the secondary subject of my first FBI case! I could not harbor feelings for a man on the top ten most wanted list; a killer, a monster!

It wouldn't hurt to look for him, though, would it? The globe stopped spinning, slowly making its way to North America.

I looked out at the stars and wondered if Hannibal was looking at the same ones. I wanted to know if he was thinking about me, too. Tears pricked my eyes. What I wanted, was to be wanted…

"Pull yourself together, Starling." I brokenly whispered. He wouldn't be thinking about me, I made him lose a hand. I didn't deserve his sympathy.

He left me breathless that last time he fled. I reflected on that night, trying to figure out if it was a dream or a nightmare.

*FLASHBACK, MAJOR SPOILER WARNING AHEAD!*

" Would you ever say to me, 'stop, if you loved me you'd stop'?" He whispered in his sly-as-a-snake voice.

"Not in a thousand years." I replied.

He bared his teeth at me, acting like he would kill me like so many others. He pulled back and murmured, "That's my girl".

I couldn't escape because, one, My hair attached me to the refrigerator, and, two, I didn't want to. He kissed me firmly and I melted.

Hearing the click of handcuffs, I was surprised as he. I had subconsciously cuffed us together.

He started hissing at me, I think it was about the key. I didn't even know where the key was.

"Oh, well." The Good Doctor sighed, picking up a cleaver.

"Above or below the wrist?" He questioned, motioning to where he would cut. He continued, "Alright, I'll choose, then.

My eyes widened in realization as he cut off his own wrist in place of mine. The blood splattered on me, then he left. The song Vide Cor Meum faintly playing in the background.

*END FLASHBACK*

He had been gone for about sixteen months.

"Where are you?" I whispered.

"Right here, Clarice." He drawled. How I loved the way he said my name…

"Dr. Lecter?" I whispered.

"Hello, Clarice." He greeted as he stepped out of the shadows next to the globe. His maroon eyes as hypnotizing as ever.

I couldn't stand it anymore; I ran to him and kissed him. It was much like before, but more, dare-say, fulfilling.

"I love you, Hannibal." I prompted.

"I love you, as well, Little Starling." Dr. Lecter announced, and my life started a whole new chapter.