Ma Fille: 6

I forgot to warn you…I am going to make some quick changes…Since I started doing some research on Social Behaviors of the Criminal mind…I thought I would change Caretta;s profession to that…Please forgive the change but I think this will be more…fitting. Keep reviewing for me please! And thank you guys for all of your support

The sound of the music was so beautiful that it almost brought tears to my eyes, to the man next to men, I noticed that he himself had tears in his eyes. I had to admit, that her voice was so beautiful and that she was doing a wonderful job. I took hold of his hand and he smiled next to me, reaching over and whispering in my ear "I am so glad that you could join me tonight."

I smiled and said "The honor was all mine, dad, it really was."

He sat back and we both continued to listen to the music, it was an Italian opera singer. in a long flowing red dress. Someone at the corner of my eye kept catching my attention and I looked over my shoulder, rolling my eyes suddenly when I saw him "Dad.." I said with a bit of annoyance. "You will never guess who is here."

"I saw him. I am trying my best not to give him any attention either. Just pay attention to the music."

I nodded and looked back, but it was that little niche that was behind us a few rows back that was starting to dig into my skull.

That little niche that I was referring to was Franklin...He was a patient of my fathers, a man that had to be in his office every single day to talk about his newest problem. Most of the time, when I was working as a receptionist, Franklin would sit in the room and cry with hysteria, sometimes he thought of himself as neurotic, he also had a disgusting habit of leaving used tissues all over the table. I was close to wanting to cuss him, however by the time I was about to explode, my father would open the door and it was his turn to deal with him. I had a weird suspicion that Franklin had more of an interest in my father than what he was letting on. Yes he did admit to me on many occasions that he respected my father, however he also acted as if he had a certain attraction to him...In other words. I thought Franklin was sexually attracted to him. Franklin also had no interest what-so-ever in talking with me. He would tell me that he was present but when he found out that I was the daughter of his oh so precious doctor Hannibal Lector, he never spoke to me again.

I noticed however this time that Franklin had someone else with him, he was a tall thin African american man, with dark eyes, eyes that would have been eerie to me if I had been alone with him. I looked over my shoulder to see him and his eyes looked into mine. Something wasn't right about him. I saw that right away. I shivered and my father noticed it "Are you alright?"

I looked at him "Yes, I am fine."

Suddenly the singer hit the highest note possible and we both were caught in attention. Her voice was absolutely beautiful, and she had caused my father to stand in ovation. I soon followed suit standing and clapping next to him. As I suspected also, Franklin stood as well. My father leaned over to whisper in my ear once more "What a beautiful piece."

"Yes it was."

"Really Hannibal you need to cook for us again." She looked at me and smiled "You really have absolutely no idea how wonderful your father truly is, he puts on a show."

My father handed me a glass of wine and I smiled at the woman she dressed in a red dress, Mrs Komeda, "I really do have an Idea. He is my father."

"Thank you Mrs Komeda you really are too kind." He replied lifting his glass slightly.

The woman touched my arm "I must say that you are truly a beautiful woman Caretta. You have your father's eyes, your father has wonderful genetics."

I took a sip and smiled "thank you Ma'am, I get that a lot. Though I must say that I was not ready for a surprise like this, I feel a little under dressed." I said looking at my attire, I was dressed in a short black dress with golden heeled booties

"Nonsense Caretta, you look beautiful." My father stated proudly

"I wonder if she has her father's cooking skills." Mrs Komeda said Slyly, I knew where she was getting at.

"She does." My dad stated

I blushed sheepishly "I don't know about that, but I have gotten his love for cooking, whether anyone else likes it, well that is another story."

Suddenly, before I knew it Franklin had joined our circle, pushing me back slightly "Hello Dr. Lector."

"Hello Franklin." My father was trying to be polite; however, even I could see that my father was beginning to get agitated with the situation.

"This is my friend Tobias, he runs the local violin shop here." Franklin announced

My father shook his hand "It would seem that Franklin was more interested in you than he was the show."

"That doesn't seem to surprise me." I murmured

Tobias looked into my eyes "This is my daughter Caretta Lector." My father introduced, though this time I wish he hadn't

"A pleasure to meet such a lovely young woman, and you seem so close to your father." he took my hand and kissed the top of my hand his lips were cold. That moment I knew for sure that something wasn't right about him. "T...thank you."

Mrs Komeda looked at me with a curious look "Are you a friend of Dr. Lector's?" She asked Franklin but seeing that I was uncomfortable.

Before my father could react Franklin opened his mouth "I am a patient of his."

The awkwardness of the moment caused me to cringe in frustration and I looked at my father. The man that was with Franklin caused me to shy back over to my father, hugging to his arm. He noticed immediately, looking down at me and touching my hand in assurance. Mrs Komeda tried to get rid of the awkward moment "Hannibal's dinner parties are truly a work of art he used to put them together it was like watching a show...Used to."

"I must be inspired to make my masterpieces, I havent been inspired in a while."

I looked over at the two men with a slight glare and Tobias made eye contact with me, like he was reading me. Like he knew who I was and what I did, he knew about me and my father before we even were introduced…This scared me. Tobias had managed to pull Franklin away from the group and suddenly my father looked at the group and said "Who's hungry?"

Mrs Komeda smiled "Caretta why don't you join your father, that way we can see how well father and daughter truly work together."

"I know better than to get in the way of my father's artistic ability." I said

"Nonsense, I would be more than honored to have my daughter by my side." My father said suddenly and I blushed "Alright, then I guess I have no other choice."

My father had run to go and get the car while I waited at the warm lobby. I knew by the way he walked that he was not happy, I knew more than anything, when he was frustrated, and now my father was frustrated with the interruption and I could feel it. He pulled the car around and Mrs Komeda looked at me "I am looking forward to your father's dinner party, and of course to talking to you some more."

I smiled "I look forward to it as well."

My father opened the door and helped me into the car. I however stayed quiet. I knew my father's attitude, since I had found out his secret, since I had found out everything about him. I wasn't going to push my luck, I was still trying to take everything in, I was also to relocate the trust that I had for my father before I knew what I knew. It was difficult, he was so….scary to me now. "I am not going to kill you Caretta, You are my flesh and blood, it wouldn't taste right."

He had seemed to read my mind and I looked over at him "I am not a flight risk to you?"

"No." He stopped at a stop light and looked at me "I told you before Caretta, the only people that we can trust is each other. I know you Caretta you enjoy it."

The car moved again "There is something up with that man that Franklin was with. He isn't right."

"I know, I saw it too. The thing about us is, we can tell when there are others of us around, as long as we keep silent, as long as we don't draw attention to ourselves. We are not the ones that are a risk. Just remember 'no one gets to us, and no one ever will.'"

As soon as we arrived home I started to take off my shoes and walk across the floor "I think it may be a good idea that you suggest that Franklin find another Shrink, dad."

"Why do you say that?"

"He is on the edge of stalking you that's why. He started to come to the opera, your own get away if I might add...I think he shows more of an interest to you than you really are aware."

"So you have told me...many times."

"I am just trying to remind you...I am not comfortable with him being your patient. Maybe I am too protective but then there is the fact that he is tied in with Tobias..."

"Let me worry about Franklin." He looked at me with a father's glare. "there is a difference between work and home…we are home."

I sighed "I am just not comfortable with all of this, I would rather you just ask him to get another psychiatrist, suggest him to someone…"

"I was suggested to him by someone else."

I couldn't say anything except "That doesn't really surprise me…."

"Caretta don't be rude."

"Sorry." I said sheepishly

He sighed "Why don't you go to bed for the evening, you have a long lecture to give and I have a lot of patients tomorrow, one of them being Franklin."

I cringed but kissed my father goodnight and retired to my room. I needed some alone time anyway. I walked into my room, and closed the door behind me. I immediately leaned against the vanity and stared into the reflection in the mirror

So tell me father, how many have you killed?"

He turned full attention to me and sighed "Much more than four I can assure you."

I shook "You killed mom didn't you?"

He whipped around and looked at me, his eyes flickered with anger, it's the first time that his anger was ever directed to me "What happened with your mother, I did for you! Don't you ever forget that she almost killed you in one of her drunken moments. Your mother was ill!"

"And the two of us enjoying the moments that we kill people doesn't make us ill?!"

"No, it makes us psychopaths, we know full well what we are doing and understand what we are doing is wrong and we just decide not to do anything about it."

I was silent; I knew that he was right, he always was. He walked over to me, standing over me. Staring down at me, he put a hand on my head and I began to shiver. It was the first time in my life that I was actually terrified of my father."What do you do with them?"

He looked past me and sighed "That is something you would be much better off not knowing."

"Are you going to kill me, now that I know everything, that you're a murderer?"

"Let's not forget that you and I are one in the same…You are my daughter after all…as for killing you, no, I won't kill you, you are too important."

It certainly started to answer a lot of questions when it came to me. My father was a killer, and I was a killer, while I had never heard of murderous tendencies to run in a family line, that certainly didn't mean that it never had existed. I slipped into a pair of red Yoga pants and a black tank top and sat down on my bed. I needed to do some research for my class tomorrow and I wanted to check . As much as I absolutely despised Freddie Lounds, her articles were perfect for my class in behaviors of the human mind. I wanted to show a compare and contrast for the students.

Suddenly a knock on my door caused me to jump slightly "Yes?"

The door opened and my father entered the room "Sorry to disturb you but I am going to have to ask you to get dressed, we are going out."

I cocked an eyebrow "What? I thought…"

"I changed my mind, I forgot that I need to pick up some things for this dinner that I am going to have."

"Right now?"

"I am afraid so…"

"What do we need to pick up?" I asked

"The meat."