Chapter 43
Clarice drove the car down a muddy path with trees on each side. The rain had stopped falling and leaving instead the crisp air and singing birds. Their followers were still there keeping their distance. Clarice thought they had to be stupid, if they where thinking they where still unnoticed. Any police force with respect for them selves would have changed the tail car by now.
"Pull over here my dear." Clarice parked the car and turned to look at Hannibal. "So what now?" "It would be rude not to say hello to our friends wouldn't you think?" Hannibal gave her one of those smiles that would send others screaming away. Instead Clarice returned his smile. "Yes I do think I would consider it rude." Hannibal and Clarice both left the car, and continued to walk over to their two friends who had also gotten out of the car and stood looking at the beautiful nature, they had too late realized their mistake, and could only now hope that Clarice and Hannibal hadn't a clue as to why they where there.
Hannibal walked up and offered his greetings. "Good day to you gentlemen." Hannibal could smell their fear, though it was not necessary the fear was evident in their eyes. Their hands hovered over their guns.
Clarice couldn't help but smile, she wondered if she had ever been that nervous. She had been with Jame Gumb but not since that, it seemed funny now. Clarice looked at Hannibal. "I think they are intent on being rude." "So it seems my dear."
Clarice walked closer to the two officers, looked them both in the eyes before choosing the weakest to answer her. "Soooo tell me, is it the F....B.....I" Clarice used the same venom as Hannibal had done all those years ago back in the dungeon. "who is running the show hmmm?" they didn't answers, but the shortest who had Clarice hovering like a bee over him, flicked, and it was all Clarice needed to know. She took a step back and looked at them more closely, then let out a sigh.
When the other of the officers tried to pull his gun he was far to slow, none of the two officers knew what had hit them, before they sunk to the ground with an almost clinical like cut troth.
Clarice looked at Hannibal as he cleaned his harpy. She had never seen him kill before, not like this. He was like a panther when it jumps it's pray. There was a fire in his maroon eyes. Clarice couldn't stop herself, she walked over to. Trailed her finger along the Harpy then both her hands trailed up his arms, rested on his shoulders. Their eyes met and Clarice dragged him closer, meeting his lips with her own.
Hannibal knew that she was his, he had killed in front of her, she had done nothing to stop it, instead she had kissed him, she was kissing him, he lost track of time, as he stood there with her in his arms. He had never believed in heaven, but he believes now, that she was his heaven, and he would do anything to keep it that way.
Hannibal broke the kiss, but he kept her close to his chest. "We should get going, if you take our belongings over to the other car, I will change the plates and wipe the car clean." Clarice lingered at his chest, listening to his heart, then she moved over to their car.
Twenty minutes later they where back on the road in a Fiat. The sun shining even more now.
Clarice drove the car down a muddy path with trees on each side. The rain had stopped falling and leaving instead the crisp air and singing birds. Their followers were still there keeping their distance. Clarice thought they had to be stupid, if they where thinking they where still unnoticed. Any police force with respect for them selves would have changed the tail car by now.
"Pull over here my dear." Clarice parked the car and turned to look at Hannibal. "So what now?" "It would be rude not to say hello to our friends wouldn't you think?" Hannibal gave her one of those smiles that would send others screaming away. Instead Clarice returned his smile. "Yes I do think I would consider it rude." Hannibal and Clarice both left the car, and continued to walk over to their two friends who had also gotten out of the car and stood looking at the beautiful nature, they had too late realized their mistake, and could only now hope that Clarice and Hannibal hadn't a clue as to why they where there.
Hannibal walked up and offered his greetings. "Good day to you gentlemen." Hannibal could smell their fear, though it was not necessary the fear was evident in their eyes. Their hands hovered over their guns.
Clarice couldn't help but smile, she wondered if she had ever been that nervous. She had been with Jame Gumb but not since that, it seemed funny now. Clarice looked at Hannibal. "I think they are intent on being rude." "So it seems my dear."
Clarice walked closer to the two officers, looked them both in the eyes before choosing the weakest to answer her. "Soooo tell me, is it the F....B.....I" Clarice used the same venom as Hannibal had done all those years ago back in the dungeon. "who is running the show hmmm?" they didn't answers, but the shortest who had Clarice hovering like a bee over him, flicked, and it was all Clarice needed to know. She took a step back and looked at them more closely, then let out a sigh.
When the other of the officers tried to pull his gun he was far to slow, none of the two officers knew what had hit them, before they sunk to the ground with an almost clinical like cut troth.
Clarice looked at Hannibal as he cleaned his harpy. She had never seen him kill before, not like this. He was like a panther when it jumps it's pray. There was a fire in his maroon eyes. Clarice couldn't stop herself, she walked over to. Trailed her finger along the Harpy then both her hands trailed up his arms, rested on his shoulders. Their eyes met and Clarice dragged him closer, meeting his lips with her own.
Hannibal knew that she was his, he had killed in front of her, she had done nothing to stop it, instead she had kissed him, she was kissing him, he lost track of time, as he stood there with her in his arms. He had never believed in heaven, but he believes now, that she was his heaven, and he would do anything to keep it that way.
Hannibal broke the kiss, but he kept her close to his chest. "We should get going, if you take our belongings over to the other car, I will change the plates and wipe the car clean." Clarice lingered at his chest, listening to his heart, then she moved over to their car.
Twenty minutes later they where back on the road in a Fiat. The sun shining even more now.