Chapter 4:You can't leave

Will and Hannibal stood face to face. They stood so close, and they were nearly hugging each other. At that moment Will felt himself going back to that raining night. And he looked in Hannibal's eyes, and burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing, Will?"

"It is just the same. After years of separation, when we are finally together, there is nothing changed. I look at you, and your expression just reminds me of the old days. Back when you were Dr. Lecter, and I was your patient. We used to talk about things, so many things, and analyze what the other one thinks. We tried to change each other. And now, nothing has changed. It's just like the old days, talking and talking. "

"Well, we do talk a lot," said Hannibal, "And it is true we have gone through so many things. But when we meet again, we still talk; because there is no one else to talk to in the whole world. You are the only person I can share with. And even though today Dr. Lecter no longer exists in the world, I am still your doctor. I am always your doctor. You are right. Things happened, but to you and me, there is nothing changed."

Will walked to the fireplace, and poured himself a glass of wine. He hesitated before he spoke: "But what about the others? You killed them and just told them nothing changed?"

"You don't need to ask me why I eat them. You know. And some of them you cared for, like Beverly. You should have known what would happen to her when she saw the truth. You encouraged her, even when you could see what would happen."

"But you are the person who murdered them."

"Yes, I am," Hannibal smiled, "I admit I killed them, as you always wanted me to. Now what are you feeling, Will?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"Oh, it will always matter, Will. Your feelings are important to me."

"You killed them and used them. They were your tools to manipulate me. Yes, of course, that is enough for you."

Hannibal went to Will. He didn't say anything but held Will's shoulder. Maybe he didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to argue; but there was no way to avoid an argument. They could not change each other's minds. And now, Hannibal felt tired. For so long he tried to bring Will to his side, but the longer time he worked on it, the more he was aware that it was not possible.

"I don't know if that is enough for me, Will. Actually I think we talked a lot today, and I should leave."

"No, you won't leave. If you take one step out of this house, I will shoot you and call the FBI. So you can't go anywhere. You are staying here, Hannibal. Stay here. And if I'm satisfied, I may give you a drink or something."

What I want is just some comments which tell me there are still readers.

And now I don't know if anyone want to read this story any more. IT make me feel sad.