Okay, before I begin, I just have a little something to say. I was reading the fanfiction criteria on Loving Lecter the other day, and I noticed a rule about how we shouldn't write fanfics based on the love relationships of Hanni and Clarice nor as them with a family. It said that we don't see Hannibal as a kind man, we see him as cruel and angered. But do we? I'm sorry, but as a Lecterphile, I see the Good Doctor as a kind and understanding man who only strikes against the rude, and can be a little rude himself sometimes when he analyzes. Anyway, I just don't see him as mean and cruel... as Lecterphiles, isn't it our job to prove that theory wrong? And besides, I thought we all agreed, and I know all the Lecterphiles I know do, that Hannibal is indeed not a story about crime or murder, but is a love story overall... about opposites, about Beauty and the Beast. I have always seen Silence as a story about seeing what's really there underneath a person, and I've always saw Hannibal as a story about love surpassing all. So call me a dork, call me what you want, but I say screw it. I'm writing this fanfic because this is what I believe the story is really about. The characters might not be the best they could be, the writing style might need to be improved, but my storyline - The love of Hannibal and Clarice and for their daughter, Mischa, and her love for them - is what matters to me. And I like it, so screw the "rules".

Anyway, it's rated PG-13 for vilolence and language. Yeah.

Summary: Hannibal and Clarice Lecter now have a little girl, but do they love each other enough to stay together even after a visit from the FBI?

Once again, if u and b and i are there between arrows, it should mean italics, underline, or bold.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but you already know that.

uThe Sky Is Falling/u

|The sky is falling
Voices crying out in desperation
Hear them calling
Yet you can never save yourself| - Plumb

Beyond the eyes of Saints and priests, in the unforseen world of the darkest types of evil, he still hides. "Who is he?" you may ask, though a reply may not be given, for his name is spoken only to those few; Those few brave souls who dare to wonder into his shrine.

Yet, once, a young woman did enter into his house, his palace of memories and darkness. Many will argue over whether she was, too, led into his "evil", or if perhaps this man, this human form of Satan, was not "evil", as the world did look upon him, but, just perhaps, he was a kind man underneath, one who could love greater than any other and who could see past all the true evils in the world to see the one meaning that was hidden in her eyes. Just perhaps.

Either way, whichever theory you choose to believe, the results still come out the same; Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the form of Satan, and FBI Special Agent, Clarice Starling, the fallen angel, did become friendly, and soon enough, more than friendly. Their first and only child, a daughter, was born exactly four years after they had left everything behind for a life together. The child, the mixture of good and evil, was named Mischa; This is her story.


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Mischa Clarice Lecter was born in the darkness of her home on a cold January night. The Lecters had lived in Paris, France at the time, though they left only a week after to flee the eyes of the FBI. Young Mischa was raised in the shadows, always hiding and lying to and from those whom she passed. She was raised to speak four different languages; French, Spanish, Italian and English. Education, besides family and freedom, was the most important factor of her childhood.

Eventually, the FBI chased them from the home she was raised in, and they arrived in a small town within Canada, where this story begins.

Mischa looked much like both of her parents; She had long, silky dark red hair and deep green eyes, mixed with maroon around the pupils. She was thin, weighing 100 pounds even at the age of thirteen to be exact. From her mother she had her structure, hair, eyes and the impatient and adventurous personality. From her father, she had her eyes, intelligence and the desire to harm those who did harm to her.

"Hannibal Lecter... a father?!" one might ask, or one might even ask the same for the smart-mouthed Clarice Starling, but as unexpected as it is, both were indeed very loving and trusting parents. They hadn't wanted children, but they excepted and grew to love the pregnancy and the waiting for the life they had created to walk the earth.

If one were to ask Lecter about the birth of his daughter, it would bring tears to his eyes. It is hard to believe that anything could bring tears to the eyes of Lecter, but this, of all things, does. He never expected children, nor did he ever expect to see his younger sister, Mischa, ever again; But when little Mischa was born, he knew that he had gotten one last chance to look into her eyes, and it was Heaven for him. Sheer bliss among the world of hate he had created.

She grew, growing more and more beautiful every year. One day, though both parents never expected it, she grew into a young woman.