She stood looking out her window for what seemed to be hours, knowing that he was gone forever. Suddenly, hands went over her mouth, and waist. She tried to scream, when she caught the scent of the hand. This can't be happening She was turned around slowly, meeting those maroon eyes that trapped her so long ago. He stood, smiling at her.
"Come Clarice, we don't have long."
Without another word, they were out the door, and in a black Jeep. He drove to the nearest air port, and nothing was said. Getting out of the car, Clarice finally gathered the strength to speak.
"How...?"
He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and kept her walking with him. walking down the narrow hallway he finally answered.
"Now Clarice, did you really think I could let you raise our child alone? I couldn't sit back and do nothing. It took a lot of planning my dear, and it took a lot of blood."
She gathered what he meant, and felt a sense of disgust for the shed of more blood, but at peace at the same time. He was with her now, and this time, they wouldn't find them. Of that she was sure.
"Where are we going now?"
"Spain my dear, we are going to Spain." They reached the ticket counter, and got their boarding passes. Boarding the plane, and getting into their assigned seats, Clarice finally gripped his face, pulling him to her, and kissed him passionatly. Finally letting him go, he looked into her eyes, and carressed her face.
"I told you I would never hurt you..."
She looked at him, a state of seriousness on her face, "I know Hannibal."
They looked at each other for a moment longer, then looked ahead, and said nothing until they were landed.
(Okay everyone, this is the other ending...I dont think its all that good or anything, but still, hell hes alive right??? Well, Thanks for reading the story, and thanks for the imput! If you think this was a disgrace...I'm sorry. I didnt have that much to work with, since the origional ending was the way the story was directed...)
"Come Clarice, we don't have long."
Without another word, they were out the door, and in a black Jeep. He drove to the nearest air port, and nothing was said. Getting out of the car, Clarice finally gathered the strength to speak.
"How...?"
He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and kept her walking with him. walking down the narrow hallway he finally answered.
"Now Clarice, did you really think I could let you raise our child alone? I couldn't sit back and do nothing. It took a lot of planning my dear, and it took a lot of blood."
She gathered what he meant, and felt a sense of disgust for the shed of more blood, but at peace at the same time. He was with her now, and this time, they wouldn't find them. Of that she was sure.
"Where are we going now?"
"Spain my dear, we are going to Spain." They reached the ticket counter, and got their boarding passes. Boarding the plane, and getting into their assigned seats, Clarice finally gripped his face, pulling him to her, and kissed him passionatly. Finally letting him go, he looked into her eyes, and carressed her face.
"I told you I would never hurt you..."
She looked at him, a state of seriousness on her face, "I know Hannibal."
They looked at each other for a moment longer, then looked ahead, and said nothing until they were landed.
(Okay everyone, this is the other ending...I dont think its all that good or anything, but still, hell hes alive right??? Well, Thanks for reading the story, and thanks for the imput! If you think this was a disgrace...I'm sorry. I didnt have that much to work with, since the origional ending was the way the story was directed...)