AN: So ladies and gentlemen…THIS is how Hannibal SHOULD have ended
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything related with Hannibal (apart from a copy of the book and movie). All belongs to Thomas Harris.
"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me, 'Stop, if you loved me you'd stop?'"
Clarice's head was spinning, and not just from the morphine. Inside of her, a painful battle was taking place…
'He loves you Clarice, go with him, he could show you the world'
'He's a fucking serial killer, its my job to lock people like him away!'
'But he loves you, don't you love him?'
'Yes, I do…NO, NO I MEAN I CAN'T HE'S A PSYCHOPATH!'
'He saved your life…Claricccce'
'SHUT UP! He's a monster!!!'
'He's a man'
"I'm waiting…Clariccce"
Clarice clenched her jaw "Not in the thousand years"
"Not in a thousand years, hm?" Dr Lecter brought his face close to hers, "That's my girl…" he whispered softly against her lips before pressing his firmly against them.
Clarice was so filled with emotion that she didn't feel the needle slip in to her arm or see the blackness hit her.