Chapter 42
Clarice looked as Hannibal wrote; she couldn't see what it was. The only thing that Clarice could think about was that this was the last time she would see him alive, he was going to die, Clarice cursed herself for being here, why had she agreed, if she had know that is was going to be as this, she would have stayed away.
She wanted to say good-bye, but she wanted to say good-bye so that she could go with him, and now he was telling her that she couldn't go. Clarice fought to keep the tears away.
Hannibal finally rose from his seat and returned to Clarice. He handed her the envelope.
"Keep this, and open it later." He kissed her, all his soul was in that kiss. "I have given you a new life Clarice, and I expect you to live it, it would be rude to deny a dying man's a last request." He smiled and she tried to return it. "I love you Hannibal and I will miss you."
Hannibal whispered in her ear. "I will always be around when you need me."
He kissed her one last time. "Good bye Clarice." He was about to drug her when she stopped him. "Please don't, I want to be there when it happens, let me walk down with you, you wouldn't want to deny me my last request Hannibal, it would be rude." He smiled at her, he white teeth almost glowing and his maroon eyes were on fire. "No I wouldn't."
They walked together towards the door to the stairs. Clarice's heart was pumping on overtime, and when she looked at Hannibal he was as clam as the center of a hurricane. Clarice whispered to her self "I love you." Over and over again.
Just before the reached the main door, Hannibal turned to look at her one last time. "I love you Clarice." He opens the door and the light streamed in.
Clarice heard the guns, and was surprised to find herself standing still. In front of her lay the body of the late Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the man whom she loved, and the last man she would ever love. She held the envelope tight as she called out.
"Agent Starling is coming out." She hears the voice acknowledge her, as she stepped over his body, she wiped her tears away and took the agent look on.
She felt their eyes moving over her, all the questions that would come now. But she didn't care, he had given her a life, and she had promised to live it.
She walked over to the commander. "I'm going home." She didn't say anything else. She never looked back on the house where Dr. Lecter had met his end, she was moving forward. She would wait with reading is letter; she wanted to be finish with the bureau.
On the flight back she was writing her recognizing. It was brief, but to the point. And she didn't give a rat's ass about her language. She had been fucked for the last time of those ungrateful sons of bitchs, and she wanted to let them know.
Clarice looked as Hannibal wrote; she couldn't see what it was. The only thing that Clarice could think about was that this was the last time she would see him alive, he was going to die, Clarice cursed herself for being here, why had she agreed, if she had know that is was going to be as this, she would have stayed away.
She wanted to say good-bye, but she wanted to say good-bye so that she could go with him, and now he was telling her that she couldn't go. Clarice fought to keep the tears away.
Hannibal finally rose from his seat and returned to Clarice. He handed her the envelope.
"Keep this, and open it later." He kissed her, all his soul was in that kiss. "I have given you a new life Clarice, and I expect you to live it, it would be rude to deny a dying man's a last request." He smiled and she tried to return it. "I love you Hannibal and I will miss you."
Hannibal whispered in her ear. "I will always be around when you need me."
He kissed her one last time. "Good bye Clarice." He was about to drug her when she stopped him. "Please don't, I want to be there when it happens, let me walk down with you, you wouldn't want to deny me my last request Hannibal, it would be rude." He smiled at her, he white teeth almost glowing and his maroon eyes were on fire. "No I wouldn't."
They walked together towards the door to the stairs. Clarice's heart was pumping on overtime, and when she looked at Hannibal he was as clam as the center of a hurricane. Clarice whispered to her self "I love you." Over and over again.
Just before the reached the main door, Hannibal turned to look at her one last time. "I love you Clarice." He opens the door and the light streamed in.
Clarice heard the guns, and was surprised to find herself standing still. In front of her lay the body of the late Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the man whom she loved, and the last man she would ever love. She held the envelope tight as she called out.
"Agent Starling is coming out." She hears the voice acknowledge her, as she stepped over his body, she wiped her tears away and took the agent look on.
She felt their eyes moving over her, all the questions that would come now. But she didn't care, he had given her a life, and she had promised to live it.
She walked over to the commander. "I'm going home." She didn't say anything else. She never looked back on the house where Dr. Lecter had met his end, she was moving forward. She would wait with reading is letter; she wanted to be finish with the bureau.
On the flight back she was writing her recognizing. It was brief, but to the point. And she didn't give a rat's ass about her language. She had been fucked for the last time of those ungrateful sons of bitchs, and she wanted to let them know.
