A/N: Hope you enjoy :) And again, sorry it's so short, I shall try to post longer of a chapter and future chapters to come...And that little section of the mother and girl is just a memory for Hannah there, just to let you all know and thanks for all the reviews :) I try to make it realistic/fanasty as possible :)
Disclaimer: Again, as stated before, I own nothing of Hannibal and/or Thomas Harris's work :) but I do love his books of the dear Doctor :)
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"Hannibal what? The cannibal?" Jason practically screamed before I thunked him on the head ( ow, that's gonna leave a bruise).
"Shut up, Boy-wonder. I don't need you shouting this to the world." I told him in a harsh whisper as I glared daggers of my darth-vaderness at him. Yeah, I had Star Wars to back me up there.
"Shouldn't I? I mean—It's—It's Hannibal freakin' Lector, Hannah." He whispered back still having that confused glam in his eyes.
"Sometimes I just want to thwack you on the head." I told him looking back at the screen.
"Thwack?" He asked raising an eyebrow in question, I looked back at him with a smirk.
"Yeah. 'Thwack'. You can google it." I told him with a sly smile.
He shook his head in wonder and awe before looking back at the computer screen, I guess he decided not to tell anyone about the whole Hannibal Lector thing…for now.
"So why do you need this again?" He asked me in still a confused tone as he clicked on some of the wikipedia sites and some others too. Apparently, someone was also thinking of making a movie of the dear Dr. Lector. They were gonna call it something? What was it again…oh yeah. 'Silence of the Lambs'. What the fruit kind of title is that? It'll just horrorfy some people and make others angry or upset.
"I told you. It's personal…" I told him looking at the site he just clicked on, as he scrolled down and then I noticed something. "Stop! There. Let me read this." I told him when noticing something mentioned about Dr. Lector's personal life. He had a sister? Her name…Mischa. I had that name too…
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"Mama!" A little girl giggles as her mother picks her up, tickling the little child in her arms. The little girl has blonde hair with a few strands of hazel brown. She is wearing a nice polka-dotted dress and her hair is in small piggy tails. She has on two small pink and white tennis shoes and her mother is wearing her FBI badge around her neck on a silver chain. Her mother is smiling at her wide.
"I missed you today." The mother tells the small girl as she hugs her. She's a good mother…at least she tries to be when not at work all the time.
"Mama. May I ask you a question?" The little girl asks with an innocent and kind smile, the child is so polite sometimes. She got that from her father.
"Of course you can, sweetie." The mother slash FBI agent tells her Daughter as they walk into the kitchen then. The little girl giggles when her mommy calls her that.
"Why is my middles names not like the other kids at pre-school?" The little girl asks, the mother is silent for a moment before smiling once more and answering her daughter.
"What makes you say that, sweetheart? You have a pretty name already." She answers as she sets her daughter on the counter giving her a small chocolate cookie. The girl takes it gladly.
"I have a friend named Tatiana. But no one is named Mischa. Why did you pick Mischa as a name for me, Mommy?" The little girl asked curious, her voice laced with absolute generosity and innocence.
"Your Daddy picked that one for you." The mother says then gives a small smile, tucking one of the loose ringlets of her daughter's hair behind the small child's ear. The girl looks up from her cookie at her mother before her.
"Mommy…who's my Daddy?" The little girl named Hannah asks her mother, flashing her small white almost sparkling teeth in a smile.
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"What is it?" He asked in a worried tone, quickly looking at me as I gazed at the computer screen before us. Mischa…Mischa Lector. His sister…
"Who's Mischa?" I asked, mostly to just myself though…who was Mischa? I was totally going to have to find out now…