Sorry it has taken so long for me to get this up. I've had a crazy last two weeks. My keyboard died, my mum came to visit for a week, and my husband and I are working on our marriage. I'm also set to start medical school in January.

A beam of moon light cut through the curtains that covered the window's Mischa's bedroom. Early on in her pregnancy she had started to cover her windows. If they weren't covered she would be awake at five in the morning and be sick as a dog.

Her eyes fluttered open. Something had woken her. It hadn't been in the small beam of light that slipped into her room. She could sleep through the moon light. It was the sun that got her. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

It was then that she realized what had woken her. Someone was walking around in the kitchen. She climbed out of bed and pressed her ear to the door. The person was tip toeing around. She could barely hear their footsteps.

She walked over to the wall that separated her from her parents and listened closely. She could hear her mother's snoring and her father's heavy breathing. If both her parents were in bed then that meant someone was in their house.

Mischa opened her closet and pushed aside her clothes. In the back was the samurai sword her father had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She picked up the sword and slid it out of it's case. She sat the case down and hide the sword behind her back.

The footsteps were getting closer to her room. She opened the door to find herself looking straight at New York.

"You," she hissed. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if the rumors were true," New York said backing up. "I needed to see if you had really gotten pregnant."

"Why do you care?" Mischa snapped moving closer to him. "You took advantage of me again."

"I wanted to make sure you are ok." he said. "Do you need anything?"

"I need you to get out," she growled. "Get out of my life. Even if this child is yours I don't want you around it. You don't deserve to be around it."

"Mischa," he said stepping towards her. "If it is my kid I have ever right."

"Backup," she ordered pulling out the sword.

"Woah," New York said holding up his hands. "Put the down Mischa. There is no need to get violent."

"Is that so?" Mischa asked waving the sword at him. "You always thought it was alright to get violet with me. What gave you that right?"

"I know what I did was wrong," He confessed. "I hold my hands up. I know what I did was wrong."

"You always said that you knew it was wrong," Mischa said starting to go in circles around him. "Yet you kept doing it. You're a monster."

"What are you going to do?" New York asked backing up against the kitchen counter. "Could you kill me?"

"I could," Mischa said bringing the tip of the blade to rest against his neck. "I could in a heart beat."

"What is stopping you?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Do you still love me?"

"No I don't," she answered. "I hate you. I want to see you dead. I want to see all three of you dead!"

New York didn't have a chance to say anything back. Mischa pulled her back her sword and swung hard. The blade came in contact with his neck and went right through. His head fell off his shoulders and into the sink. His body slumped to the floor.

"Oh my god," she whispered and dropped her sword. "What have I done?"

Mischa dropped down to floor and into a puddle. She didn't even notice as the blood soaked through her clothes. She started to cry. The tears pouring at her eyes. She wasn't sad that New York was dead. She was shocked by what she had done.

She didn't know how long she sat there. She was so spaced out she didn't even hear the footsteps coming down the hall. Her father had woken up to go to the bathroom and had heard her crying. He walked into the kitchen and gapped at what he saw.

"Mischa," he whispered. "What happened?"

The young woman on the floor looked up at her father. She jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around him. For the longest time he just held her ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the blood. After what felt like an enteritis she pulled away just enough to look him in the eye.

"I killed him," she whispered. "He pushed me far enough. I wanted my revenge. I don't care that he is dead. I just don't want to go to jail or loose my baby when it's born."

"Nothing bad is going to happen you or the baby,"Hannibal promised. "We'll just tell the police he came at you and that you defended yourself."

"You want me to lie?" she asked looking up at him.

"Yes," he answered. "I believe he deserved death but most courts won't see it that way. If you lie you can get away with this. He has a seriously violent history and you don't. I just need one promise from you before I let you go through with lying."

"What promise?" Mischa asked.

"You have to promise me you won't go after these other men," he said. "I can't let you risk that."

Mischa didn't want to promise her father that. She wanted to take everyone of those bastards out but she knew her father was right. It wouldn't be good for her future if she killed them.

"I promise daddy," she whispered.

"Alright." her father said smiling. "You go rest for a few minutes while I call the police."

Hannibal watched his daughter walk into the living room and sit down. He picked up the phone and dialed the police. The only reason he made his daughter promise she wouldn't go after them was because he wanted that honor himself.