Here it is. Another chapter. Sorry for the long wait. And sorry for the
shorts chapters. I'm afraid I can't say it's very good, because I'm not a
very good writer. I just write what's in my head, but somehow it never
turns out the way I expect.
Thanks for the reviews. They certainly made my day. They are always very welcome.
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"Wake up, we're here."
Clarice's eyes fluttered open. Her first thought was 'where the hell am I?' She looked terrified on Hannibal, and then she remembered.
"Oh.right. When is our plane leaving? Oh. and have you got tickets?" She looked at him a little worried.
"Of course I've got tickets. Ordering them was one of the first things I did when I arrived in the US."
"Really? You didn't doubt a second that I would come with you, did you?"
"Well one can never be sure, but I had my hopes up. Let's go now. The plane leaves in about fifteen minutes."
When they were on the plane and in the air, Clarice started thinking about how their new life would be.
'Hmmm. We'll need a house. It wouldn't surprise me if he's ordered one already. And he'll probably want me to wear more appropriate clothes. Like. dresses. oh my god! He'll probably want me to wear dresses. I haven't weared a dress for years. wait a minute, I'm wearing a dress right now. A dress that he's put on me. yep, he's going to want me to wear dresses. And then there's a car. He likes cars. I like cars. I don't think I'll mind getting a new car. And then there's. no. no. oh my god. No! He can't possibly want. children? No way! I don't imagine Hannibal Lecter as a father guy. No. No. No. But I didn't use to imagine him as the kind of guy who runs of with an FBI agent either. I'll have to ask him. A father who's a serial killer and a mother who's a former FBI agent? Poor child. Let's see.house, clothes, cars, maybe children. He's already gotten us passports. He's probably got all the other stuff that you need to be a fugitive too. I'm a fugitive. Weird. And he's got money, hasn't he?'
"Hannibal."
"Hmmm?"
"Not to sound greedy or anything, but I'm just wondering, how much money have you got?"
"Enough to secure us a good future," he answered or rather mumbled.
Clarice thought for a while. "And how much is that?"
When she didn't get an answer she turned to look at him. He was asleep.
"So even he needs to sleep sometimes," she mumbled to herself with a smile.
Thanks for the reviews. They certainly made my day. They are always very welcome.
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"Wake up, we're here."
Clarice's eyes fluttered open. Her first thought was 'where the hell am I?' She looked terrified on Hannibal, and then she remembered.
"Oh.right. When is our plane leaving? Oh. and have you got tickets?" She looked at him a little worried.
"Of course I've got tickets. Ordering them was one of the first things I did when I arrived in the US."
"Really? You didn't doubt a second that I would come with you, did you?"
"Well one can never be sure, but I had my hopes up. Let's go now. The plane leaves in about fifteen minutes."
When they were on the plane and in the air, Clarice started thinking about how their new life would be.
'Hmmm. We'll need a house. It wouldn't surprise me if he's ordered one already. And he'll probably want me to wear more appropriate clothes. Like. dresses. oh my god! He'll probably want me to wear dresses. I haven't weared a dress for years. wait a minute, I'm wearing a dress right now. A dress that he's put on me. yep, he's going to want me to wear dresses. And then there's a car. He likes cars. I like cars. I don't think I'll mind getting a new car. And then there's. no. no. oh my god. No! He can't possibly want. children? No way! I don't imagine Hannibal Lecter as a father guy. No. No. No. But I didn't use to imagine him as the kind of guy who runs of with an FBI agent either. I'll have to ask him. A father who's a serial killer and a mother who's a former FBI agent? Poor child. Let's see.house, clothes, cars, maybe children. He's already gotten us passports. He's probably got all the other stuff that you need to be a fugitive too. I'm a fugitive. Weird. And he's got money, hasn't he?'
"Hannibal."
"Hmmm?"
"Not to sound greedy or anything, but I'm just wondering, how much money have you got?"
"Enough to secure us a good future," he answered or rather mumbled.
Clarice thought for a while. "And how much is that?"
When she didn't get an answer she turned to look at him. He was asleep.
"So even he needs to sleep sometimes," she mumbled to herself with a smile.