an alternate ending to the movie hannibal

the runaway.

"No, Clarice. Behind me."

Clarice quickly tries to shoot the main through the fan, but gets shot by him in her right shoulder. She tumbles to the ground and drops her gun by her side.

Hannibal uses the knife Clarice gave her to escape from his stand. He then begins to reach for Clarice's gun and puts it in his right pocket. He looks down at her, almost feeling pity.

The planks to the wood gates give out as the pig begin to burst through them. Hannibal quickly picks up Clarice, carrying her bridal style. He stands still and waits for the pigs to go after the goons.

There is a moment where Hannibal looks down at Clarice and admires her features. He notices how beautiful she truly is in his arms. He pays close attention to the way her parted lips grow farther apart with every little breath she takes, or the way the lines on her forehead grow with age. Hannibal figured it was also the stress of her life that enables them. He always thought she was too good for her own.

She begins to nudge herself into his shoulder in response to pain from the aching bullet in her front shoulder.  He can read the pain in her eyes and studies them closely. Hannibal knows he's going to have to save her. Maybe he can even use her to his advantage.

Cornell and Mason suddenly appear ahead. "Cornell!! Shoot him!!" Mason is fueled with anger. "Go into the pig stall to grab the gun..?" Cornell hesitates to follow Mason's orders. 'Yes!!! Shoot. Him. You're involved in this is what you are!!!" Cornell stands speechless.

"Hey Cornell!" Hannibal grabs his attention. "Push him into the pit. You can always say it was me",  he says with a beaming smile. Cornell doesn't seem to hesitate at all and proceeds to push Mason into the pit. Mason screams in panic but soon gets devoured by the pigs. Meanwhile, Hannibal takes this as an opportunity to escape, walking off with Clarice still in his arms. Hannibal fades into the approaching dark with his forwarding steps.

The sounds present are the leaves cracking under Hannibal's feet as he walks and the suttle groans coming from Clarice as response to pain. Hannibal watches closely on the blood splatter on her neck, watching as it moves with her oxygenating. He leans down and licks the blood off of her neck, making her clean again. Hannibal always knew how to look out for her.

Once they approach her car, he lightly sets her down in the back, stroking her hair as he does say. "Why, how peaceful you look right now, my Clarice." He trails his eyes down her body. He takes the time to notice the shape of her figure. Clarice has a slimmer figure due to her obsessiveness of working out. He noted everything was perfect about her to him. She always looked like a goddess to him. It took a second for Hannibal to back away and take his eyes off of her. He soon closed the door and entered the drivers side, beginning to drive away.

He arrived to her house and pulled into the front driveway. Once he turns the car off, he exits the driver's side, and opens the door to the back. He sees her laying there, looking just as peaceful when he left her. "Angel", he whispered just under his breath. He could almost sense Clarice's aura as she laid angelically. He begun to pick her up again bridal style and maked his way to the front door, looking her in the eyes and he does so. He noticed her eyelids slightly twitching, seeing Clarice come in and out of consciousness. He put his forefinger on her jawline and caressed it lightly, seeing her slightly smile.

He opened the front door and walked up to her bedroom. He then settled her on her bed and then grabs the medical stuff he stole earlier to treat her. He arranges his tools out and grabs the stitch and needle.

He first takes off her top, following her laced bra underneath. He admires her porcelain skin while doing so. He traces his finger across the middle of her breasts' watching as her skin changes in color. "Gorgeous.." he whispers as he moves his finger to her wound. "This shouldn't be hard, hm?" he says as he begins to grab the piece of cloth that was holding his tools to cover her chest.  He grabs his flashlight and puts it in his mouth as her lines his needle with the layer of skin he's about to stitch with the other. Before doing so, he quickly noticed her soft buds getting stiffer under his light against the fabric he placed. He placed his finger on her bottom lip, wondering if she was awakening.

"Don't worry, You won't feel a thing, Clarice.." he muffles as he carefully starts to stich Clarice's wound, savoring every minute. He tries not to salivate as he notices her blood begin to drip down her shoulders. He looks back up at Clarice, seeing her wake up a bit. He finishes his final stitch and traces his work with his finger. He sure did create a masterpiece, almost matching her angelic presence.

The blood continued to drip down her chest, approaching the fabric closer and closer. He preferred not to stain the fabric, he thought, and lifted it up slightly to prevent that.  In the process, more of Clarice's boob began to show and the blood dripped faster. Hannibal bite his lip and followed the blood, removing the fabric more until it was gone completely. The blood drop settled right on the middle of her breast, directly on her nipple. Hannibal started his tongue at the top of the blood, right under her wound, and moved it down slowly, savoring ever bit, as it approached her nipple. He licked it off subtly and looked up at Clarice, noticing how she turned her head in reaction, eyes still closed. Once he parted his tongue from her nipple, he grinned and traced his finger on her gunpowder stain on her cheek.

"Now, let's get you dressed for our supper, hm?". He gets up to walk towards her closet and pulls out a beautiful black sleeveless dress that wraps around the neck with a huge u-shape cleavage. He knew it would suit her breasts and her physique perfectly. "This should do," he grins as her pulls down the cleavage on the shirt to see how far it can go. "Hm.."

"Oh Clarice, it truly is a shame you aren't awake for this part," He says as he lays the dress next to her and begins to pull her pants down. His eyes glisten at the sight of Clarice practically naked in front of her. His finger follows the lace design on her panties. "A matching set..hm?", he says while gazing back at her red laces bra on the floor. "Red does suit you, Clarice.". He teases the thin strap of her panty, slowly pulling it down to reveal the skin of her hip. He begins to lean down in a motion like her is going to bite her, but reluctantly closes his mouth and grits his teeth. "The things you do to me, Clarice."

He quickly tries to regain his focus and tries to slip her in the dress. He watches it perfectly slide onto her, complimenting her curves nicely. He pulls up the upper half of the dress and stretches it, watching how her boobs rise. "Wow, this is quite revealing." He licks his lips as he leans back and takes in the final sight of her in it. "How I wish you were conscious to watch me tease you like this my pretty girl..". He puts a light kiss on her forehead and walks out. 

"The best part is coming now."