Chapter 36
Clarice walked over to the bed, where, Hannibal had place some clean clothes for her. a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and underwear.
Clarice dropped the towel, and let the temperature air caress her body, as she slowly began to dress, she didn't talk, didn't look at Hannibal. If she had, she would have seen how his eyes was locked on her, how her saved every motion in his palace.
Clarice finished dressing and walked over to the table and sat down, she looked at Hannibal and her eyes spoke the question of what to do now. Hannibal Slowly raises and walked towards the bathroom. Clarice knew that he would shower as well.
She could hear as the water begins to fall. Clarice looked around the room to locate something to eat, but if Hannibal had bought anything it wasn't in the room. Clarice was dying for a coke. She took some coins, and wrote a small note saying was going to get herself a coke.
When Hannibal emerged from the bathroom, he was surprised not to find Clarice in the room, instead his eyes fastened on the note from her.
Coke, really Clarice. Hannibal got dressed in similar clothes to Clarice and sat on a chair working on their new identities. He had planned for them to go to Germany, he had a mansion there and he had arranged for Clarice to be what she loved so much, she would of cause have to learn Germany and be able to speak it flawless, but he didn't think that would be a problem, she had a clever and bright. But he had to do something about the coke.
Hannibal put the finishing touch on the identity. They where now Mr. And Mrs. Hartheim. Though it might seem to obvious, Hannibal would be know as Dr. Hugo Hartheim, a well published physician. He had a mansion that looked like a Castle; it was located near Baden-Baden in Germany. Hannibal had used this Identity before. It had been years since he last had spent time there and he doubted that people would remember him, or at least the ones that did remember him would be few.
Hannibal loved the area, it still had a touch of standing outside normal time, there was a gothic atmosphere and people still carried the old social style that he loved.
Clarice walked in the door with a six-pack of cokes in one hand and an open can in the other. Hannibal sent her a disapproving look, at which Clarice began to giggle.
"Really Hannibal." Clarice tried to send him a look as well but was unsuccessful, the whole situation was simply too funny for Clarice to be serious. Clarice sat the pack down on the table and noticed the paper. Clarice sat down. "So who am I?" Hannibal smiled. "Clara Hartheim, my dear." Clarice winched her face. "I'm Clara?" Clarice asked again to make sure that the name that rang in hear ear was a joke. She thought of cows with that name. "How ever did you come up with that?"
Hannibal didn't feel like explaining himself. He settled for looking at her beautiful face that was bathed in the rich sunlight.
"I think it would be a good idea to get some rest, unless you would like to eat first." Clarice looked at Hannibal, he had been driving for long, and had had much less sleep then her self. Her hunger could wait. Clarice looked at the bed, they would share a bed, and Clarice looked with uncertainty at the bed. This was all together different then she had ever imagined.
"Really Clarice this it not a time to be coy." Hannibal moved to the bed and sat down, he had no intension of getting undressed. Clarice sighed and moved over to the other side of the bed.
Clarice however did undress; there was no way that she was going to sleep in her cloths. She lay down next to Hannibal.
Clarice felt weird. This wasn't right. Hannibal next to her was looking at the ceiling. Clarice popped up on an elbow. "This isn't going to work." Clarice looked at his face. "What do mean Clarice?" Hannibal turned his face so that they looked in each other's eyes. "This." With the other arm she gestured at the length of their bodies.
Clarice had accepted that he would wait for her to make those first steps, but it was getting too much for, she felt like she was bearing the weight of what ever it was that was going on.
Clarice felt her anger returning. "What is it that you expect from me? Because I don't know." Clarice was trying to hide her despair and gave her anger full front. Hannibal was amazed. Her anger came out of nowhere. "I expect you Clarice to be who you are, nothing more and certainly no less." Clarice was at loss for words. What was it he had said earlier? All you need do is ask. Why should she ask?
Clarice gave up; she would never be able to tell what was going on in his head and why he did as he did. "Why do I need to ask?" The question took Hannibal by surprise; she had such insight but still lacked answers.
"Why do you think?" Hannibal saw that a fire burned in her eyes, and he wondered if he should push her. "Don't play shrink with me DOCTOR. Clarice punctuated the word doctor for all it was worth. "You how despise when people are evading the answers to your questions, you do nothing your self. What, you find it funny to see if people have the same answers as you?" Clarice got out of bed, and stood at the end of the bed looking at Hannibal who had sat up.
"I'm too tired for this." Clarice went back to the bed, pulled the covers up and sat next to Hannibal. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted her to say it. No matter how long he would have to wait. He wanted her to ask; more then he had wanted anything else. But she didn't. "There are some things that we need to talk about. But not now, I can hardly keep my eyes open." Hannibal looked at her. the noon sun was kept out of the room. As they both fell asleep.
Clarice walked over to the bed, where, Hannibal had place some clean clothes for her. a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and underwear.
Clarice dropped the towel, and let the temperature air caress her body, as she slowly began to dress, she didn't talk, didn't look at Hannibal. If she had, she would have seen how his eyes was locked on her, how her saved every motion in his palace.
Clarice finished dressing and walked over to the table and sat down, she looked at Hannibal and her eyes spoke the question of what to do now. Hannibal Slowly raises and walked towards the bathroom. Clarice knew that he would shower as well.
She could hear as the water begins to fall. Clarice looked around the room to locate something to eat, but if Hannibal had bought anything it wasn't in the room. Clarice was dying for a coke. She took some coins, and wrote a small note saying was going to get herself a coke.
When Hannibal emerged from the bathroom, he was surprised not to find Clarice in the room, instead his eyes fastened on the note from her.
Coke, really Clarice. Hannibal got dressed in similar clothes to Clarice and sat on a chair working on their new identities. He had planned for them to go to Germany, he had a mansion there and he had arranged for Clarice to be what she loved so much, she would of cause have to learn Germany and be able to speak it flawless, but he didn't think that would be a problem, she had a clever and bright. But he had to do something about the coke.
Hannibal put the finishing touch on the identity. They where now Mr. And Mrs. Hartheim. Though it might seem to obvious, Hannibal would be know as Dr. Hugo Hartheim, a well published physician. He had a mansion that looked like a Castle; it was located near Baden-Baden in Germany. Hannibal had used this Identity before. It had been years since he last had spent time there and he doubted that people would remember him, or at least the ones that did remember him would be few.
Hannibal loved the area, it still had a touch of standing outside normal time, there was a gothic atmosphere and people still carried the old social style that he loved.
Clarice walked in the door with a six-pack of cokes in one hand and an open can in the other. Hannibal sent her a disapproving look, at which Clarice began to giggle.
"Really Hannibal." Clarice tried to send him a look as well but was unsuccessful, the whole situation was simply too funny for Clarice to be serious. Clarice sat the pack down on the table and noticed the paper. Clarice sat down. "So who am I?" Hannibal smiled. "Clara Hartheim, my dear." Clarice winched her face. "I'm Clara?" Clarice asked again to make sure that the name that rang in hear ear was a joke. She thought of cows with that name. "How ever did you come up with that?"
Hannibal didn't feel like explaining himself. He settled for looking at her beautiful face that was bathed in the rich sunlight.
"I think it would be a good idea to get some rest, unless you would like to eat first." Clarice looked at Hannibal, he had been driving for long, and had had much less sleep then her self. Her hunger could wait. Clarice looked at the bed, they would share a bed, and Clarice looked with uncertainty at the bed. This was all together different then she had ever imagined.
"Really Clarice this it not a time to be coy." Hannibal moved to the bed and sat down, he had no intension of getting undressed. Clarice sighed and moved over to the other side of the bed.
Clarice however did undress; there was no way that she was going to sleep in her cloths. She lay down next to Hannibal.
Clarice felt weird. This wasn't right. Hannibal next to her was looking at the ceiling. Clarice popped up on an elbow. "This isn't going to work." Clarice looked at his face. "What do mean Clarice?" Hannibal turned his face so that they looked in each other's eyes. "This." With the other arm she gestured at the length of their bodies.
Clarice had accepted that he would wait for her to make those first steps, but it was getting too much for, she felt like she was bearing the weight of what ever it was that was going on.
Clarice felt her anger returning. "What is it that you expect from me? Because I don't know." Clarice was trying to hide her despair and gave her anger full front. Hannibal was amazed. Her anger came out of nowhere. "I expect you Clarice to be who you are, nothing more and certainly no less." Clarice was at loss for words. What was it he had said earlier? All you need do is ask. Why should she ask?
Clarice gave up; she would never be able to tell what was going on in his head and why he did as he did. "Why do I need to ask?" The question took Hannibal by surprise; she had such insight but still lacked answers.
"Why do you think?" Hannibal saw that a fire burned in her eyes, and he wondered if he should push her. "Don't play shrink with me DOCTOR. Clarice punctuated the word doctor for all it was worth. "You how despise when people are evading the answers to your questions, you do nothing your self. What, you find it funny to see if people have the same answers as you?" Clarice got out of bed, and stood at the end of the bed looking at Hannibal who had sat up.
"I'm too tired for this." Clarice went back to the bed, pulled the covers up and sat next to Hannibal. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted her to say it. No matter how long he would have to wait. He wanted her to ask; more then he had wanted anything else. But she didn't. "There are some things that we need to talk about. But not now, I can hardly keep my eyes open." Hannibal looked at her. the noon sun was kept out of the room. As they both fell asleep.