Author Notes: This is my first written piece for Hannibal. It is post Hannibal Rising, and takes place before Silence of The Lambs. It is merely a drabble that waned to escape the confinement of my mind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal or any related characters.

Forever Engraved

Mischa.
The name brought a bitter taste to his lips.

Just thinking of her caused him immense amounts of pain. Even years later while sitting in a cold damp cell he couldn't erase her face from his mind. Her beautiful blonde hair. Her loving eyes. He could forget nothing about her, even if he tried. There was nothing to erase her from his thoughts.

His vivid memory kept her alive.

It had been years since her horrible death, and he could still hear her screaming as she was dragged out of that damp cabin and into the woods. He could still see the men laughing and pulling at her delicate skin. The tears still fell from her eyes, and he could still smell the fear that lingered in the cold air. That evening was forever engraved into his memory.

He could still taste her delicate flesh, still warm on his tongue.