Surprise Surprise
ß------No notes, so straight with the story!!------à
Chapter 8
Oh God.
What had she done?
Why had she done it?
Clarice got home just before dark, and managed to see the sunset from her balcony. The air was cold outside, but the sun's last rays of heat soaked deep within her, and made her warm. She looked in awe at the beauty of the world, something that she had taken for granted all her life, and now she had finally realised how beautiful it was. The red yellows and oranges melted into each other, the reds furthest away from the sun melting into blues and purples. The darker colours pulled over the lighter colours like a curtain closing to shut out the light in a room.
Then something clicked. She saw the painting.
The colours were the same nearly. The shades a little different and the way they were mixed, but the same… feeling was there. She remembered the way she had looked at the painting, and remembered what she had said about it. The way it was like love. The sunset was like love. It seemed a typical time for two lovers to sit and watch the sun set together. Something out of a story. But she didn't have anyone. Love had not been returned to her, and she remembered saying that.
Then something clicked.
Her love had been returned. And the man who would return it for her, she had just dismissed. She saw his face. There, in her head. It was him who she was thinking of. Him who made her warm on the cold night. Him who made her realise the beauty in the world. It was him who she saw in the colours, and the painting. The painting that reminded her of love. She loved him, and although she thought she could never forgive him, she could, and she would, and she would hold him, the way he had held her, and she would never let go, she didn't want to….
She knew what she must do. But she had little time. She had until the sun set. Then the colours would go, and the final shade would be one dark, black pool. She would never see another sun set like that one in the way she did just then unless Hannibal Lecter was by her side.
She ran. Out of the building. Not stopping to wish the porter good evening, or not bothering to say sorry when she ran into people. The sun was setting; the very last shade of yellow was gone. Around the corner, along the street. She didn't she herself running on her shadow, the shadow that was slowly fading. It was as if the sun was her timer, and her shadow was her soul, and she was standing on it, every step nearer to him that she took, she was going against everything that she knew, all the laws that she had been taught. The image of his face drove her on, through the cold without a jacket, even though her feet hurt her. She wanted him, and no one, no rules or laws, no restriction or morals would stop her from getting him!
She saw the building from the next block, and ran at breakneck speed to get there. Bang, she slammed into the door, expecting it to open for her. She pushed. It wouldn't open. She pushed again. It still wouldn't open. She tried and tried until she was slamming her fists against the door in an attempt to get it open. But it was locked. There was no one there.
Everyone had gone.
She looked around and saw that she was in darkness. The sun had set and her time had run out. She pushed her hair back out of her face and tried to think where he could be.
He would have gone by now, and she knew that he would not return. She looked around, her eyes watering now. She knew that she would never see him again. He thought that she didn't love him. She wanted him to know, she kept saying in her head, until the whispers in her head got so loud that they passed her mouth, quietly at first, but getting louder and louder, until she was shouting at the sky I Love You Hannibal. The tears flowed freely now, but for the first time, she was not ashamed of them. For this time, he had not only taken her pride, but also the one other thing that she did not realise she had. Her heart. She had nothing left. He had taken it all from her and kept it for himself. Her hands covered her mouth as she cried freely in the street. She would never see him again. She did not open her eyes for another 5 minutes. But if she would have, she would have seen the pair of maroon eyes watching her from the darkest corner in the street.
The figure took one step forward, as though to go comfort the woman, but slowly, reluctantly took it back. For he knew what she felt now. There was no need for words from him. He saw mouth silently 'Goodbye' at the tall dark building just before she aced defeat and walked away from him.
'This is not goodbye Clarice.' The man said. And with that he melted away into the shadows.
Surprise Surprise
By Stephanie Lepic.
THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY!
I would like to take this oppertunitiy to thank you for taking time to read my story. Weither it was good or bad, made you laugh, cry, shout, or just plain fed up, thank you for reading it, and even better if you read it all!
THANK YOU AGAIN!
ß--There you go folks! That's my story! Yep, that is my first EVER completed Hannibal fanfiction. The reason why I say thank you so much is because it's you guys that make my story. Yep, it's allll down to you. Please please please please PLEASE tell me what you think, give me help and advice on how to make my writing better.
Please take into consideration that I am only 14 (well, 15 on February 16th!).-------à
ß------No notes, so straight with the story!!------à
Chapter 8
Oh God.
What had she done?
Why had she done it?
Clarice got home just before dark, and managed to see the sunset from her balcony. The air was cold outside, but the sun's last rays of heat soaked deep within her, and made her warm. She looked in awe at the beauty of the world, something that she had taken for granted all her life, and now she had finally realised how beautiful it was. The red yellows and oranges melted into each other, the reds furthest away from the sun melting into blues and purples. The darker colours pulled over the lighter colours like a curtain closing to shut out the light in a room.
Then something clicked. She saw the painting.
The colours were the same nearly. The shades a little different and the way they were mixed, but the same… feeling was there. She remembered the way she had looked at the painting, and remembered what she had said about it. The way it was like love. The sunset was like love. It seemed a typical time for two lovers to sit and watch the sun set together. Something out of a story. But she didn't have anyone. Love had not been returned to her, and she remembered saying that.
Then something clicked.
Her love had been returned. And the man who would return it for her, she had just dismissed. She saw his face. There, in her head. It was him who she was thinking of. Him who made her warm on the cold night. Him who made her realise the beauty in the world. It was him who she saw in the colours, and the painting. The painting that reminded her of love. She loved him, and although she thought she could never forgive him, she could, and she would, and she would hold him, the way he had held her, and she would never let go, she didn't want to….
She knew what she must do. But she had little time. She had until the sun set. Then the colours would go, and the final shade would be one dark, black pool. She would never see another sun set like that one in the way she did just then unless Hannibal Lecter was by her side.
She ran. Out of the building. Not stopping to wish the porter good evening, or not bothering to say sorry when she ran into people. The sun was setting; the very last shade of yellow was gone. Around the corner, along the street. She didn't she herself running on her shadow, the shadow that was slowly fading. It was as if the sun was her timer, and her shadow was her soul, and she was standing on it, every step nearer to him that she took, she was going against everything that she knew, all the laws that she had been taught. The image of his face drove her on, through the cold without a jacket, even though her feet hurt her. She wanted him, and no one, no rules or laws, no restriction or morals would stop her from getting him!
She saw the building from the next block, and ran at breakneck speed to get there. Bang, she slammed into the door, expecting it to open for her. She pushed. It wouldn't open. She pushed again. It still wouldn't open. She tried and tried until she was slamming her fists against the door in an attempt to get it open. But it was locked. There was no one there.
Everyone had gone.
She looked around and saw that she was in darkness. The sun had set and her time had run out. She pushed her hair back out of her face and tried to think where he could be.
He would have gone by now, and she knew that he would not return. She looked around, her eyes watering now. She knew that she would never see him again. He thought that she didn't love him. She wanted him to know, she kept saying in her head, until the whispers in her head got so loud that they passed her mouth, quietly at first, but getting louder and louder, until she was shouting at the sky I Love You Hannibal. The tears flowed freely now, but for the first time, she was not ashamed of them. For this time, he had not only taken her pride, but also the one other thing that she did not realise she had. Her heart. She had nothing left. He had taken it all from her and kept it for himself. Her hands covered her mouth as she cried freely in the street. She would never see him again. She did not open her eyes for another 5 minutes. But if she would have, she would have seen the pair of maroon eyes watching her from the darkest corner in the street.
The figure took one step forward, as though to go comfort the woman, but slowly, reluctantly took it back. For he knew what she felt now. There was no need for words from him. He saw mouth silently 'Goodbye' at the tall dark building just before she aced defeat and walked away from him.
'This is not goodbye Clarice.' The man said. And with that he melted away into the shadows.
Surprise Surprise
By Stephanie Lepic.
THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY!
I would like to take this oppertunitiy to thank you for taking time to read my story. Weither it was good or bad, made you laugh, cry, shout, or just plain fed up, thank you for reading it, and even better if you read it all!
THANK YOU AGAIN!
ß--There you go folks! That's my story! Yep, that is my first EVER completed Hannibal fanfiction. The reason why I say thank you so much is because it's you guys that make my story. Yep, it's allll down to you. Please please please please PLEASE tell me what you think, give me help and advice on how to make my writing better.
Please take into consideration that I am only 14 (well, 15 on February 16th!).-------à