Chapter two
Clarice had the money ready, but the person that stood waiting outside the door was a complete surprise to her.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter stood with a pizza box and looked at Clarice. "Good evening Clarice." He didn't move to walk inside, but waited to be invited inside. Everything went black for Clarice; Lecter dropped the pizza and cached Clarice before she hit the floor.
Hannibal carried her up stairs where he laid her on the bed and dragged a chair over to the bedside and watched her unconscious form. She was so beautiful. He never had the right words to describe her with. He hoped like he had never hoped before that the time was right.
Clarice began to move, Lecter was about to hide in the shadows when he notice that she didn't move because she was coming around but because she was dreaming. He couldn't quit make out what she was saying so he moved close.
His heart skipped a beat when he hears her say his name. "No, please don't leave me again.... Hannibal I'm sorry please comes back." Clarice began to sob.
Lecter felt a stab of pain in his heart. He gently stokes her chin, to whip those tears away. He had never seen her fragile, and now that he saw that she was afraid even if it was in her sleep.
His touch seemed to calm her down.
Clarice awoke by his touch, but lay still, she didn't want him to disappear. "I missed you." Clarice whispered out in the dark. Lecter was slightly surprised but he didn't show it on the outside.
"You're awake" it was neither a statement or a question but something in between. "Please don't leave." Was all Clarice could mange to say.
"You're sure." Clarice tried to nod and hoped he could see it. She didn't trust her voice enough to say anything.
She was drowning in his eyes that were glowing in the dark room.
Lecter go up and Clarice's eyes followed him, while he was finding a chair. "I'm afraid that you pizza is hmm in the trash can."
Clarice found her voice and hoisted her self up in a sitting position. "It doesn't matter I'm not that hungry anymore." Clarice felt nothing but pure joy that he was here, but somewhere inside her she was still thinking it was a dream.
"It's not." Lecter said, speaking as if he knew what she was thinking. "What are you here Dr. Lecter?" Clarice held her breath as she waited for the answer.
"I'm her because of you my dear. Now tell me, how are you." "I'm fine." Clarice knew better then to lie, but she didn't to tell about how she hated her life. "Clarice I thought you knew better then to lie to me." "What did you expect Dr. Lecter, I'm sure you already know. " "Touché my dear, so I do." Lecter looked deep into the eyes of Clarice, she felt like her soul was being ripped out and evaluated.
"So why did you come back." Clarice dared to take a deep breath. "hmm, no Clarice qui pro." Clarice interrupted him for the first time. "No Dr. Lecter, no more games, I've had it.
She took another deep breath. "I love you, I'm sorry for what happen at Chesapeake. You were right, but I needed time to see it. And now that I do, I feel at loss, I feel like I'm turning my back to Clarice M. Starling, a former FBI Agent, you who said I only needed a mirror forgot one thing."
Lecter was intrigued by this, but was a calm as ever. "And what was that ex special agent Starling do tell me." Clarice got ready to the final punch. "My mirror Dr. Lecter is you." She let the words sink in.
"When you are gone I'm nothing, my life is nothing without you."
Lecter was stunned; he hadn't expected Clarice to say that, to be so direct. He had expected a battle of wills, of her morals against his love, instead he finds her, giving him all of her. And he wouldn't refuse it.
Lecter rose and went over to the bed. "I love you Hannibal, no matter what, I would never ask you to stop, I would only ask you to take me with you." He kissed her, and when he felt her returning that kiss with ten years of repressed love, he lost his control.
They made loved until the sun raised and brought with it a new day and a new start. Clarice was with the one she loved, and nothing else mattered to her, Hannibal had finally found a home where he felt safe, and no matter how fare they had to run, Clarice would be with him.
The end.
Clarice had the money ready, but the person that stood waiting outside the door was a complete surprise to her.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter stood with a pizza box and looked at Clarice. "Good evening Clarice." He didn't move to walk inside, but waited to be invited inside. Everything went black for Clarice; Lecter dropped the pizza and cached Clarice before she hit the floor.
Hannibal carried her up stairs where he laid her on the bed and dragged a chair over to the bedside and watched her unconscious form. She was so beautiful. He never had the right words to describe her with. He hoped like he had never hoped before that the time was right.
Clarice began to move, Lecter was about to hide in the shadows when he notice that she didn't move because she was coming around but because she was dreaming. He couldn't quit make out what she was saying so he moved close.
His heart skipped a beat when he hears her say his name. "No, please don't leave me again.... Hannibal I'm sorry please comes back." Clarice began to sob.
Lecter felt a stab of pain in his heart. He gently stokes her chin, to whip those tears away. He had never seen her fragile, and now that he saw that she was afraid even if it was in her sleep.
His touch seemed to calm her down.
Clarice awoke by his touch, but lay still, she didn't want him to disappear. "I missed you." Clarice whispered out in the dark. Lecter was slightly surprised but he didn't show it on the outside.
"You're awake" it was neither a statement or a question but something in between. "Please don't leave." Was all Clarice could mange to say.
"You're sure." Clarice tried to nod and hoped he could see it. She didn't trust her voice enough to say anything.
She was drowning in his eyes that were glowing in the dark room.
Lecter go up and Clarice's eyes followed him, while he was finding a chair. "I'm afraid that you pizza is hmm in the trash can."
Clarice found her voice and hoisted her self up in a sitting position. "It doesn't matter I'm not that hungry anymore." Clarice felt nothing but pure joy that he was here, but somewhere inside her she was still thinking it was a dream.
"It's not." Lecter said, speaking as if he knew what she was thinking. "What are you here Dr. Lecter?" Clarice held her breath as she waited for the answer.
"I'm her because of you my dear. Now tell me, how are you." "I'm fine." Clarice knew better then to lie, but she didn't to tell about how she hated her life. "Clarice I thought you knew better then to lie to me." "What did you expect Dr. Lecter, I'm sure you already know. " "Touché my dear, so I do." Lecter looked deep into the eyes of Clarice, she felt like her soul was being ripped out and evaluated.
"So why did you come back." Clarice dared to take a deep breath. "hmm, no Clarice qui pro." Clarice interrupted him for the first time. "No Dr. Lecter, no more games, I've had it.
She took another deep breath. "I love you, I'm sorry for what happen at Chesapeake. You were right, but I needed time to see it. And now that I do, I feel at loss, I feel like I'm turning my back to Clarice M. Starling, a former FBI Agent, you who said I only needed a mirror forgot one thing."
Lecter was intrigued by this, but was a calm as ever. "And what was that ex special agent Starling do tell me." Clarice got ready to the final punch. "My mirror Dr. Lecter is you." She let the words sink in.
"When you are gone I'm nothing, my life is nothing without you."
Lecter was stunned; he hadn't expected Clarice to say that, to be so direct. He had expected a battle of wills, of her morals against his love, instead he finds her, giving him all of her. And he wouldn't refuse it.
Lecter rose and went over to the bed. "I love you Hannibal, no matter what, I would never ask you to stop, I would only ask you to take me with you." He kissed her, and when he felt her returning that kiss with ten years of repressed love, he lost his control.
They made loved until the sun raised and brought with it a new day and a new start. Clarice was with the one she loved, and nothing else mattered to her, Hannibal had finally found a home where he felt safe, and no matter how fare they had to run, Clarice would be with him.
The end.