This is my first fanfic, English is not my mother language and I'm only 13
years old, so don't expect too much. But please read and review if you've
got the time.
They belong to Thomas Harris, not me.
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"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me; stop, if you loved me you'd stop?"
"Not in a thousand years"
"Not in a thousand years. That's my girl"
Hannibal Lecter leaned forwards, and kissed Clarice Starling hard on the mouth. When he broke the kiss, she smiled.
"Why on earth would I want you to stop?" she said.
He smiled too, as he lifted her up, and carried her outside, into the woods.
When the police came to the house, all they found was an empty kitchen, exept for the body of Paul Krendler, whose head was covered in a kitchen towel, and was full of food rests.
Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling reached a gas station were Hannibal's truck was parked, five minutes later. They got inside and drove away. When the police arrived at the gas station, after finally seeing the possibility that Lecter and Starling could have escaped through the woods, they were miles away.
"Hannibal," asked Clarice as they drove along the highway, "where are we going?"
"There's an airport a few hours ahead"
"Yes, but where are we going from there?"
"Well. Italy is probably not safe yet. Have you ever been in south America?"
"Nope. I've actually never been out of the US."
"Never?" He lifted his eyebrows.
"Nope."
"No."
"What?"
"It's no, not nope"
"Big deal" "If you are going to live with me, you will have to learn to speak properly"
"No wonder you've never been married"
He shot her an angry and a little hurt look.
"Sorry, but can we start the talking lessons a little later? I'm tired"
"Of course" he answered and touched her cheek with his hand. She kissed it. "I'll wake you up when we're at the airport"
She rested her head against his shoulder and fell asleep.
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Yeah, I know. It's terrible. Please tell me if I should write more, or if I should leave it there.
They belong to Thomas Harris, not me.
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"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me; stop, if you loved me you'd stop?"
"Not in a thousand years"
"Not in a thousand years. That's my girl"
Hannibal Lecter leaned forwards, and kissed Clarice Starling hard on the mouth. When he broke the kiss, she smiled.
"Why on earth would I want you to stop?" she said.
He smiled too, as he lifted her up, and carried her outside, into the woods.
When the police came to the house, all they found was an empty kitchen, exept for the body of Paul Krendler, whose head was covered in a kitchen towel, and was full of food rests.
Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling reached a gas station were Hannibal's truck was parked, five minutes later. They got inside and drove away. When the police arrived at the gas station, after finally seeing the possibility that Lecter and Starling could have escaped through the woods, they were miles away.
"Hannibal," asked Clarice as they drove along the highway, "where are we going?"
"There's an airport a few hours ahead"
"Yes, but where are we going from there?"
"Well. Italy is probably not safe yet. Have you ever been in south America?"
"Nope. I've actually never been out of the US."
"Never?" He lifted his eyebrows.
"Nope."
"No."
"What?"
"It's no, not nope"
"Big deal" "If you are going to live with me, you will have to learn to speak properly"
"No wonder you've never been married"
He shot her an angry and a little hurt look.
"Sorry, but can we start the talking lessons a little later? I'm tired"
"Of course" he answered and touched her cheek with his hand. She kissed it. "I'll wake you up when we're at the airport"
She rested her head against his shoulder and fell asleep.
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Yeah, I know. It's terrible. Please tell me if I should write more, or if I should leave it there.