After finishing a fine meal, he finally looked over at his little mess. 'It
would be a sin to let that perfectly good body go to waste,' he thought.
After putting away everything from the table, he put the body on the
kitchen counter top and got some knives. He cleaned up what blood was there
with some paper towels and bleach. He took off the clothes and began with
his incision and cut out a nice portion of his meaty calves. After
seasoning the meat, and cooking it, he had a nice meal for his plane.
Putting all three of the bodies together in a carpet, and leaving a note,
and some money for bribing the garbage men, he was about to leave.
Hearing things falling to the ground, Lecter went upstairs. Looking around he saw many things had fallen. Veronica was up there trying in vain to get up but was too weak. She wanted his attention desperately and couldn't get it. Finally he came, and she stopped.
"You were going to leave me? You can't you don't know." she said drifting off since the morphine was kicking in. "You killed my family and Clarice." trailing off again.
"No, I did not kill Clarice, I can assure you that she is alive and well."
Smiling she looked up at him. "She is my aunt, and you killed her brothers. Did you always wonder why she would not go with you when you were at the Chesapeake? It was because you murdered her family, her blood, and you set me into the world that she knew, and that killed her other brother's soul." She looked at him somewhat satisfied, but not all the way. She looked down.
"You killed my soul."
Silence was to be heard, that and of the tears that fell from her face onto the floor.
Feeling remorse for what he did, and the sudden memory of Clarice was overwhelming to him. 'What have I done?' he thoughts raced through his mind. He looked over at her; slow tears still fell from her face. He went over to her, and gently lifted her face.
"I cannot undo what has been done," he said sadly. "But I can only try and make up for what I have done. I killed your uncle, and I have inadverdently freed you from your hell. Come with me, and be free."
Hearing things falling to the ground, Lecter went upstairs. Looking around he saw many things had fallen. Veronica was up there trying in vain to get up but was too weak. She wanted his attention desperately and couldn't get it. Finally he came, and she stopped.
"You were going to leave me? You can't you don't know." she said drifting off since the morphine was kicking in. "You killed my family and Clarice." trailing off again.
"No, I did not kill Clarice, I can assure you that she is alive and well."
Smiling she looked up at him. "She is my aunt, and you killed her brothers. Did you always wonder why she would not go with you when you were at the Chesapeake? It was because you murdered her family, her blood, and you set me into the world that she knew, and that killed her other brother's soul." She looked at him somewhat satisfied, but not all the way. She looked down.
"You killed my soul."
Silence was to be heard, that and of the tears that fell from her face onto the floor.
Feeling remorse for what he did, and the sudden memory of Clarice was overwhelming to him. 'What have I done?' he thoughts raced through his mind. He looked over at her; slow tears still fell from her face. He went over to her, and gently lifted her face.
"I cannot undo what has been done," he said sadly. "But I can only try and make up for what I have done. I killed your uncle, and I have inadverdently freed you from your hell. Come with me, and be free."