Chapter 33
Clarice looked for a long time at Hannibal, figuring out what she should ask for. A kiss or to be released. The rain began to fall; Hannibal still made to move to let go of Clarice. "Please let go of me." But it was apparently not what Hannibal wanted to hear. "Wasn't that enough?" "Hmm." Hannibal lowered his face so that it was mere millimetres from her own. His warm breath made Clarice dizzy.
"Noooo" Hannibal dragged the word out, hovering over her, he moved to whisper at her ear. "You know what I want to hear, or were you talking to someone else then me?" Clarice realized that he wanted to hear his name. All those years in prison, on the run, how often could he have heard his own name?
"Please let me go Hannibal." Clarice saw the change in his eyes, for a brief moment she could see his soul, all his pain and joy. He had such immense feelings. Clarice knew that she had seen something no one else had, it would be the door to read Hannibal as good as he did her. But the door was close before it opened. Clarice felt a stab of disappointment. Hannibal saw the change in her features.
"What Clarice disappointed with me? Hmm I wonder why." Hannibal let go of her arms, but he didn't move away, he hoisted his body a few inches over Clarice. Clarice looked at his mouth, remembering the horrible things it was capable off; she saw the picture Dr. Chilton had shown her in her mind. But all she wanted was to feel his lips on hers.
Clarice closed her eyes, trying to find her focus, trying to forget what he was. Crawford's word intruded her mind before she could stop it. "You don't want him in you head." Clarice never blamed Crawford for sending her down in to the dungeon.
Clarice was on the verge of giving up, she couldn't deny her feelings any more, and she didn't want to.
The rain was coming down hard now, both Hannibal and Clarice were soaked, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Hannibal." Clarice began; he could hear the lack of defiance. He didn't want her to give up. So before Clarice could say anymore, he hoisted him self to his feet and extended his hand to Clarice helping her to her feet as well. For a moment they looked at each other.
"We should get moving." Clarice nodded. "Do you want me to drive?" Hannibal shook his head. "No, you need your rest and you need something to eat. Clarice sat wearily in the passenger seat. Hannibal took the driver seat, reached behind and took some food and handed it to Clarice.
"So where are we heading?" Clarice felt like talking about anything, as long as there wasn't the silence. "North." Leave it up to him never to reveal all. "Might I ask why?" "You may my dear." Clarice shook her head. "Are you ever going to tell me something without having to drag me around all the possibilities that words might offer.?" "What ever do you mean?" Clarice saw her chance to rephrase her question, and go directly to the source. "When are you going to cut me some slack.?" "Would you like me to?" Clarice was cut of guard with that question.
Would she, was she afraid to admit to herself that she enjoyed this game? After all she hadn't had this much fun in years. And now she was asking him to stop, that didn't make any sense to Clarice, but when it came to Hannibal she was very confused about allot of things, except for her love. Oh she didn't understand how it was possible to love him, but she did.
She was in love with a monster, a vampire a sociopath. But though that was the view point of the world, he was to her a man. A man who seemed to love, and to know her.
"Clarice, you still haven't answered my question." "What? What was the question again?" Hannibal turned to look at her. "Hmm, would you like me to stop?" Clarice drowned in his eyes. Her answer was a merely whisper. "No." No Clarice, then why do you ask? Hmm" Clarice turned away. "I don't know." It was an easy way out, she didn't want to answer the question, she didn't want to acknowledge that there was doubt in her mind, she was still struggling with the truth, with the fact that her morals still hadn't accepted that she loved the former centre piece of the FBI ten most wanted list.
"I think you do Clarice, and I would appreciate an answer." "I don't have an answer, God I don't even know my self anymore." " Tell me Clarice do you know why you are here, with me, at this moment?" "Yes, because I love you." "Do you regret anything? Do you doubt that you are here because you want to?" his questions wasn't analysing. He asked to help her. He wanted her to be with him wholly, there should be no doubts, no questioning her self.
"I want to be here, I want to be with you....." Clarice stopped. "It's just my..." Her words trailed out in the sand. "Your morals." Hannibal ended the sentence for her. "Yes."
Clarice looked for a long time at Hannibal, figuring out what she should ask for. A kiss or to be released. The rain began to fall; Hannibal still made to move to let go of Clarice. "Please let go of me." But it was apparently not what Hannibal wanted to hear. "Wasn't that enough?" "Hmm." Hannibal lowered his face so that it was mere millimetres from her own. His warm breath made Clarice dizzy.
"Noooo" Hannibal dragged the word out, hovering over her, he moved to whisper at her ear. "You know what I want to hear, or were you talking to someone else then me?" Clarice realized that he wanted to hear his name. All those years in prison, on the run, how often could he have heard his own name?
"Please let me go Hannibal." Clarice saw the change in his eyes, for a brief moment she could see his soul, all his pain and joy. He had such immense feelings. Clarice knew that she had seen something no one else had, it would be the door to read Hannibal as good as he did her. But the door was close before it opened. Clarice felt a stab of disappointment. Hannibal saw the change in her features.
"What Clarice disappointed with me? Hmm I wonder why." Hannibal let go of her arms, but he didn't move away, he hoisted his body a few inches over Clarice. Clarice looked at his mouth, remembering the horrible things it was capable off; she saw the picture Dr. Chilton had shown her in her mind. But all she wanted was to feel his lips on hers.
Clarice closed her eyes, trying to find her focus, trying to forget what he was. Crawford's word intruded her mind before she could stop it. "You don't want him in you head." Clarice never blamed Crawford for sending her down in to the dungeon.
Clarice was on the verge of giving up, she couldn't deny her feelings any more, and she didn't want to.
The rain was coming down hard now, both Hannibal and Clarice were soaked, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Hannibal." Clarice began; he could hear the lack of defiance. He didn't want her to give up. So before Clarice could say anymore, he hoisted him self to his feet and extended his hand to Clarice helping her to her feet as well. For a moment they looked at each other.
"We should get moving." Clarice nodded. "Do you want me to drive?" Hannibal shook his head. "No, you need your rest and you need something to eat. Clarice sat wearily in the passenger seat. Hannibal took the driver seat, reached behind and took some food and handed it to Clarice.
"So where are we heading?" Clarice felt like talking about anything, as long as there wasn't the silence. "North." Leave it up to him never to reveal all. "Might I ask why?" "You may my dear." Clarice shook her head. "Are you ever going to tell me something without having to drag me around all the possibilities that words might offer.?" "What ever do you mean?" Clarice saw her chance to rephrase her question, and go directly to the source. "When are you going to cut me some slack.?" "Would you like me to?" Clarice was cut of guard with that question.
Would she, was she afraid to admit to herself that she enjoyed this game? After all she hadn't had this much fun in years. And now she was asking him to stop, that didn't make any sense to Clarice, but when it came to Hannibal she was very confused about allot of things, except for her love. Oh she didn't understand how it was possible to love him, but she did.
She was in love with a monster, a vampire a sociopath. But though that was the view point of the world, he was to her a man. A man who seemed to love, and to know her.
"Clarice, you still haven't answered my question." "What? What was the question again?" Hannibal turned to look at her. "Hmm, would you like me to stop?" Clarice drowned in his eyes. Her answer was a merely whisper. "No." No Clarice, then why do you ask? Hmm" Clarice turned away. "I don't know." It was an easy way out, she didn't want to answer the question, she didn't want to acknowledge that there was doubt in her mind, she was still struggling with the truth, with the fact that her morals still hadn't accepted that she loved the former centre piece of the FBI ten most wanted list.
"I think you do Clarice, and I would appreciate an answer." "I don't have an answer, God I don't even know my self anymore." " Tell me Clarice do you know why you are here, with me, at this moment?" "Yes, because I love you." "Do you regret anything? Do you doubt that you are here because you want to?" his questions wasn't analysing. He asked to help her. He wanted her to be with him wholly, there should be no doubts, no questioning her self.
"I want to be here, I want to be with you....." Clarice stopped. "It's just my..." Her words trailed out in the sand. "Your morals." Hannibal ended the sentence for her. "Yes."