A/N: Okie! So here is chapter 4! Whoohoo (im like the only one that's all
excited!lol). But I hope you like the story so far. This is the last
chapter, so I really hope you liked. basically my first fic!. So umm yeah
this chapter is a bit, more on the sad side, but it is good..to me at
least.
Disclaimers: Once again, I DO NOT own them, I never will! And I do not own the song "Without You", Harry Neilson did. I would recommend downloading the song before you read the part where it is in. It sounds better when you have the music going! Haha, I like music as you can see!
Chapter 4
" But, Clar," he began to say before Clarice interrupted him.
"But no! Just go, before I call the police now," she said as she began to cry hysterically.
Hannibal sighed and shook his head. He knew he shouldn't argue, but just do has she said. He passed her still body and walked down the stairs. Clarice watched him go down every step. It was if it were in slow motion. She didn't know if she was making the right choice or not.
Hannibal turned around and gave her one last smile. Then turned back around and left. As the door shut behind him Clarice fell back against the wall. Then that's when it hit her. She was crying because she loved him. She didn't know before, but know she did.
She sniveled and wiped her tears away. She got and hurried down the stair and ran out the door as fast as she could. Clarice saw the black van at the end of the driveway.
"Wait! Come back," she screamed at the top of her lungs!
But it was useless, she had already lost site of the black van. She sank to her knees on the gravel and again began to weep.
"Come back, please come back.," her voice was weak and began to fade into the dark night.
She just stared at the blankness in front of her. Her tears had stopped falling, for there were no more tears left to me shed. She didn't know what do to. She was so very confused. Confused on how to feel now, confused on what to do next, confused why she did what she did.
Clarice decided, after many minutes of thinking, her life just ended. There was no use in living anymore. There was nothing to live for. Making Hannibal leave was the biggest mistake she had made in her life. Clarice couldn't bare it anymore. She forced herself up and went into the house.
Like in a movie, music began to play in the background as she was making her way slowly to the living room.
"No I can't forget this evening, though your face as you were leaving, but I guess that's just the way the story goes. You always smiled but in your eyes your sorrow shows, yes it shows. No I can't forget tomorrow when I think of all my sorrow. And I had you there but then I let you go."
Clarice made her way into the living room and found the glass antique cabinet filled with guns.
"Now its only fair that I should let you know, that you should know."
She paused and looked at the guns and sighed.
"I cant live, if living is without you. I can't live, I can't give anymore. I CANT LIVE IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOU, I CANT GIVE I CANT GIVE ANYMORE."
She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She kept on trying pulling but it still wouldn't open.
"Well I can't forget this evening, though your face as you were leaving, but I guess that's the way the story goes. You always smiled but in your eyes your sorrow shows, yes it shows."
Soon Clarice got fed up and took a book and smashed it into the glass with anger and despair, watching the glass shatter. She grabbed a gun and headed outside.
"CANT LIVE, IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOU, I CANT LIVE, I CANT GIVE ANYMORE, I cant live if living is without, I cant live, I cant give anymore! (Fading lyrics) Living is without you."
Soon Clarice was on the edge of the dock in the lake. She stared at her reflection and felt sick. Sick because of what she did. She was angry with herself. Then Clarice had had enough; she put only one bullet in the gun and span the .44 mag. . She was going to play Russian roulette with herself. She cocked it, placed the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
"Click"
"Click"
"BANG"
Clarice fell in the water with a large splash. Right after she had fallen in the water their was movement. Clarice was struggling to keep o' float.
"Ow! My leg, why does it hurt!?! Why am I not dead?" Clarice said as she was trying not to drown.
Their Hannibal stood on the dock holding a .357 mag. .
"You shot * bubble noises you make when you are in water *," Clarice started to say but started to go under water.
Hannibal let go of the gun, took off his jacket and dived into the water to save Clarice. He took a hold of her and brought to the surface to catch her breath. As soon as Clarice reached the surface she huffed and puffed for air. Hannibal swam them to the shore. He placed Clarice on the soft dirt then himself.
"You shot me! Why the hell did you shoot me?!"
"Clarice, why were you going to do such a stupid thing?! Why, Clarice? Why, in heavens name were you going to kill yourself," Hannibal demanded furiously! He was red with anger!
Clarice began to cry, it was time to tell the truth to him.
"Its because, I thought I lost you forever. I thought my life was over. I have no need to live if I don't have you. I just cant live if living is without you. When you left, I realized the only thing left in my life was you! And I finally noticed that.I love you!"
Hannibal looked at her with a tiny smile on his face. He was not surprised that she loved him; he had already known that long ago. He was more relieved to hear it come from her mouth. He was waiting for this day for a while. Hannibal thanked himself for coming back and stopped Clarice from killing herself.
"I love you too Clarice."
Hannibal put his hand around Clarice's head gently and brought it to his and kissed her. She was enjoying it and so was he, but soon Clarice began to feel light headed and fainted. Hannibal caught her and looked at all the blood around her. They both forgot about her leg. He lifted her up and put her in the back of the van. He knew he wasn't equipped to fix this wound. He would have to bring Clarice to the hospital.
He bandaged up her wound and drove to the nearest hospital. He carried her to the Emergency Room quickly. He told the Doctors everything and they rushed her into surgery. Hannibal waited in the lobby for Clarice. He hoped she would be all right.
Many hours passed by and finally one of the doctors came out and greeted Hannibal.
"She will be fine. She just needs to rest for a while, that's all."
"Thank you very much Doctor Williams, I appreciate it. When will I be able to see her?"
"Well, you may visit her now. But she will be sleeping."
Hannibal smiled and went into room number seven. He crept into them room and pulled up a chair by Clarice. He took her hand and held it in his. He gave her fragile hand a little kiss and starred at her.
"You'll do fine my little Starling. You've been through a lot tonight. You're very strong, only if you knew that," Hannibal said in a whisper.
He rested his head on the side of her stomach and felt eased. He closed his eyes and began to take this whole event into his mind palace.
***************************************** Okie dokie! That's all folks! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you all who reviewed! You made me oh so ever happy! Thanks a lot! hugs for all!
~Holly Lecter o.O~
Disclaimers: Once again, I DO NOT own them, I never will! And I do not own the song "Without You", Harry Neilson did. I would recommend downloading the song before you read the part where it is in. It sounds better when you have the music going! Haha, I like music as you can see!
Chapter 4
" But, Clar," he began to say before Clarice interrupted him.
"But no! Just go, before I call the police now," she said as she began to cry hysterically.
Hannibal sighed and shook his head. He knew he shouldn't argue, but just do has she said. He passed her still body and walked down the stairs. Clarice watched him go down every step. It was if it were in slow motion. She didn't know if she was making the right choice or not.
Hannibal turned around and gave her one last smile. Then turned back around and left. As the door shut behind him Clarice fell back against the wall. Then that's when it hit her. She was crying because she loved him. She didn't know before, but know she did.
She sniveled and wiped her tears away. She got and hurried down the stair and ran out the door as fast as she could. Clarice saw the black van at the end of the driveway.
"Wait! Come back," she screamed at the top of her lungs!
But it was useless, she had already lost site of the black van. She sank to her knees on the gravel and again began to weep.
"Come back, please come back.," her voice was weak and began to fade into the dark night.
She just stared at the blankness in front of her. Her tears had stopped falling, for there were no more tears left to me shed. She didn't know what do to. She was so very confused. Confused on how to feel now, confused on what to do next, confused why she did what she did.
Clarice decided, after many minutes of thinking, her life just ended. There was no use in living anymore. There was nothing to live for. Making Hannibal leave was the biggest mistake she had made in her life. Clarice couldn't bare it anymore. She forced herself up and went into the house.
Like in a movie, music began to play in the background as she was making her way slowly to the living room.
"No I can't forget this evening, though your face as you were leaving, but I guess that's just the way the story goes. You always smiled but in your eyes your sorrow shows, yes it shows. No I can't forget tomorrow when I think of all my sorrow. And I had you there but then I let you go."
Clarice made her way into the living room and found the glass antique cabinet filled with guns.
"Now its only fair that I should let you know, that you should know."
She paused and looked at the guns and sighed.
"I cant live, if living is without you. I can't live, I can't give anymore. I CANT LIVE IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOU, I CANT GIVE I CANT GIVE ANYMORE."
She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She kept on trying pulling but it still wouldn't open.
"Well I can't forget this evening, though your face as you were leaving, but I guess that's the way the story goes. You always smiled but in your eyes your sorrow shows, yes it shows."
Soon Clarice got fed up and took a book and smashed it into the glass with anger and despair, watching the glass shatter. She grabbed a gun and headed outside.
"CANT LIVE, IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOU, I CANT LIVE, I CANT GIVE ANYMORE, I cant live if living is without, I cant live, I cant give anymore! (Fading lyrics) Living is without you."
Soon Clarice was on the edge of the dock in the lake. She stared at her reflection and felt sick. Sick because of what she did. She was angry with herself. Then Clarice had had enough; she put only one bullet in the gun and span the .44 mag. . She was going to play Russian roulette with herself. She cocked it, placed the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
"Click"
"Click"
"BANG"
Clarice fell in the water with a large splash. Right after she had fallen in the water their was movement. Clarice was struggling to keep o' float.
"Ow! My leg, why does it hurt!?! Why am I not dead?" Clarice said as she was trying not to drown.
Their Hannibal stood on the dock holding a .357 mag. .
"You shot * bubble noises you make when you are in water *," Clarice started to say but started to go under water.
Hannibal let go of the gun, took off his jacket and dived into the water to save Clarice. He took a hold of her and brought to the surface to catch her breath. As soon as Clarice reached the surface she huffed and puffed for air. Hannibal swam them to the shore. He placed Clarice on the soft dirt then himself.
"You shot me! Why the hell did you shoot me?!"
"Clarice, why were you going to do such a stupid thing?! Why, Clarice? Why, in heavens name were you going to kill yourself," Hannibal demanded furiously! He was red with anger!
Clarice began to cry, it was time to tell the truth to him.
"Its because, I thought I lost you forever. I thought my life was over. I have no need to live if I don't have you. I just cant live if living is without you. When you left, I realized the only thing left in my life was you! And I finally noticed that.I love you!"
Hannibal looked at her with a tiny smile on his face. He was not surprised that she loved him; he had already known that long ago. He was more relieved to hear it come from her mouth. He was waiting for this day for a while. Hannibal thanked himself for coming back and stopped Clarice from killing herself.
"I love you too Clarice."
Hannibal put his hand around Clarice's head gently and brought it to his and kissed her. She was enjoying it and so was he, but soon Clarice began to feel light headed and fainted. Hannibal caught her and looked at all the blood around her. They both forgot about her leg. He lifted her up and put her in the back of the van. He knew he wasn't equipped to fix this wound. He would have to bring Clarice to the hospital.
He bandaged up her wound and drove to the nearest hospital. He carried her to the Emergency Room quickly. He told the Doctors everything and they rushed her into surgery. Hannibal waited in the lobby for Clarice. He hoped she would be all right.
Many hours passed by and finally one of the doctors came out and greeted Hannibal.
"She will be fine. She just needs to rest for a while, that's all."
"Thank you very much Doctor Williams, I appreciate it. When will I be able to see her?"
"Well, you may visit her now. But she will be sleeping."
Hannibal smiled and went into room number seven. He crept into them room and pulled up a chair by Clarice. He took her hand and held it in his. He gave her fragile hand a little kiss and starred at her.
"You'll do fine my little Starling. You've been through a lot tonight. You're very strong, only if you knew that," Hannibal said in a whisper.
He rested his head on the side of her stomach and felt eased. He closed his eyes and began to take this whole event into his mind palace.
***************************************** Okie dokie! That's all folks! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you all who reviewed! You made me oh so ever happy! Thanks a lot! hugs for all!
~Holly Lecter o.O~