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Mischa couldn't help but smile at the bouquet of red rose that were delivered to her this morning.
"He wasn't wrong, he doesn't give up." She muttered to herself.
She has been thinking it over and a part of her really wanted to give him a chance. Wanting to place the flowers in a vase she went into the kitchen to find one from the cabinet.
"Who are the flowers from?" Hannibal asked as he poured himself some coffee.
"A new admire." She smiled as she placed water in the vase.
"Of course." He growled
She had to stop herself from laughing when she heard him. He never did like it when she started dating boys. He hated it more when she started date guys that were a few years older than her. The oldest that she had ever dated were in their 20's. Hannibal believed that she dated older guys because she was raised by him, her grandfather and uncles. All of them were older and mature men and that's what she was attractive to.
Mischa placed the vase in her room and headed back down as it was time to leave for school. Hannibal dropped her off and she hurried to her locker to get the text books that she needs. School started off as normal till her third period; Gothic Literature class.
"This is strange Miss. Jaybird is never late." Mischa muttered to Kat.
"I know. Does this mean we get to leave early?" Kat asked
Mischa giggled till the principle came in.
"Students, I'm afraid that I have some terrible news. Miss Jaybird was in a tragic accident last weekend." He said "Sadly she is no longer with us. But we were able to get a replacement just in time. Please welcome your new teacher Ms. Laura Turner."
A woman that looked to be in her late 30's walked in the room. She had blonde hair that was in a bun. If you look carefully it was curly. She had green emerald eyes, light tan skin, looked to be 5'7 and was fit. The woman wore a black and red power suit with pants and black heels. She looked a little too professional for being a high school teacher.
"She'll be teaching here during the day as she teaches courses at the university at night." The Principle said and looked at the Laura with a blush. "If you need anything don't hesitate to ask."
Mischa and Kat had to bit back a laugh as they notice that the new teacher gave him a fake smile. The woman placed her stuff on her new desk and looked at the class with a kind smile.
"Hello class, I'm Laura Turner and I'll be your new teacher." She said
She looked around the class but she was mostly looking at a certain student. Mischa looked at the so called new teacher and couldn't help but thought that she looked familiar somehow. Unknown to the young Lector girl the woman was her mother, Elizabeth Lockheart. Alive, dyed her hair and had plastic surgery to have a new identity. Seeing how much time she has lost she had to be near their daughter and this was the only way she could. Let's just say that she was the one that cut the brakes of Miss. Jaybird car. What can she say; a mother would do anything to be with and protect their child. Hannibal was very mad when he found out that she was back and wasn't leaving this time.
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Last week…
After leaving him so many messages he finally met her at their favorite Jazz bar. He was waiting at their usual booth while having wine and he that's when he smelled a familiar scent of Daffodil's. He looked up from his drink and surprise to see how different Elizabeth looked.
"Hello Hannibal." Elizabeth smiled and sat down next to him.
"Hello Elizabeth or is it something else?" He asked
"Laura Turner, for now." She said
"Elizabeth, this is not going to change anything. We had an agreement." He said firmly
"And I have regretted it every day Hannibal. You knew why I had to leave. I was so afraid that she was going lose control again." She said "I had to protect her from her."
Hannibal knew what she was talking about. Elizabeth has multiples personality disorder; thanks to her abusive mother when she was young.
"What makes you think that you can control her now?" He asked
"Father gave me a number of someone that could help me." She smiled "We can start over."
She tried to place a hand on his but he moved it away.
"You may look different Elizabeth but this doesn't change anything." He said "Mischa doesn't need you in her life anymore. You missed your chance."
He paid for his drink and got up to leave.
"You should leave Elizabeth." He said
"I'm not going anywhere this time Hannibal." She said as she got out of the booth.
Hannibal stopped looked over towards her with narrow eyes.
"I'm not leaving this time." She said a firm tone.
With that said he left without saying another word.
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School was over and the girls were all heading towards Jennifer's car until Mischa notice Godfrey at the lot; leaning against a motorcycle.
"I'll see you guys later." She said the girls.
Her friends looked at her in confused and were shocked when they saw her walking over towards a very hot man.
"Hello Godfrey." Mischa smiled
"Hello my lovely little red. Did you get my flowers?" He smiled
"Yes they were lovely." She said
"Not as lovely as you." He said
"Still a flirt I see. I told you only those that are my boyfriend can call me that." She said
"Still playing hard to get, I see." He smirked
"I thought you enjoy a good hunt." She said
"I can't hunt something that's already mine." He said
She cross her arms and gave him an amused look.
"Who says that I'm yours?" She asked
He lean forward and brush some hair behind her ear.
"I do." He smiled
"And if I was already seeing someone else?" She asked
"I'd kill him." He said with a dark smirked
She looked into his eyes and knew that he wasn't lying.
"What are you doing here, Godfrey?" She asked
"I want to give my lovely a ride." He said as he mounted on his bike and then looked at her as he held out his hand. "My lady?"
Mischa looked at it for a while. She knew that if she went with him he could either be another Author or a new lover. Making up her mind she decided to take a chance and hopped on the back of his motorcycle. He gave her his extra helmet and drove off. When they drove off Elizabeth watch them from afar and smiled a little. It was clear to her that Mischa really did take after her. At her age she was always a sucker for bad boys.
"Hanni is not going to be happy about this." She muttered to herself and entered her Lexus
Godfrey took Mischa out into the woods. Told her that he a perfect first date for them.
"You better not be trying to kill me out here." She said when she got off his bike.
"Never dream of it." He said as he got off after her and grabbed a basket out of the storage compartment. "I'm not much of a social person. I just want us to be alone together. Just the two of us."
"Aren't you a romantic." She smirked "What's in the basket?"
"You'll see. Come, my love." He said, offering his hand to her again.
She took it and then he looped her arm in his. He smiled at her and led her down the small path. It wasn't long till they came across a meadow that had wild flowers. There were even butterflies flying around making the place a little more romantic.
"This is a beautiful spot." She said
"I found this place two weeks ago and thought this place would be the perfect place for our first date." He said as he took out a picnic blanket and set everything up.
"Okay, I'll give you points for being a romantic." She said as she sat down
"Thank you." He said
"So tell me the truth. Do you do this for every girl you date?" She asked
He handed her glass bottle of coke cola since she was underage still.
"Not really. In truth I normally kidnap them and lock them away in my underground chamber." He said
He wasn't going to hide anything from her. If she is like him he wanted to tell her the truth and see how she reacts. She looked into his eye and watched his facial expression and knew that he wasn't lying.
"I tried to help them evolve into someone like me. Make them see that we have something special. I started off after college. I was tired of being alone. I thought that if I found a girl that I'm attractive to I could help them change. It turned out to be more difficult than I thought. They just…didn't get what I was trying to do for them." He explained "I taught them how to survive and how to kill. I was trying to open their minds. Make them accept themselves and me. But they didn't understand. Eventually, they had to go."
Just like her he watched her expression carefully. He had to admit that he was surprised on how calm she was.
"Were you going to do the same to me when we met?" She asked
"At first, yes. That was until I knew you were different as well. It was your eyes." He said "When you looked at that body; I saw excitement and an awe look in them. Kills thrills you. You see it as art and I admire that. That's why I knew that had to approach you in a different way." He took her hand into his. "After all this time I finally found someone that's like me and I won't let you go."
"You don't know how different I am, Godfrey." She said "You might not like it."
"Try me." He smirked "After our meal I have something plan for us."
When they had finished he packed everything up and lead her deeper into the woods. As they got further he moved a few bushes out of the way and opened a door to an underground hunting space. He went inside and when he climbed back out he was dragging a tied up man that she remembered a few weeks ago. The guy rudely bumped into her while she still had her cast on and made her fall. Hannibal would have killed the man then and there but there were far too many witnesses. Godfrey shoved the man to ground and shut the underground door before placing the bushes back.
"I believe this man owes you an apology." Godfrey glared at the man.
The man was muffling screams at them to let him go and started cussing at them off. Mischa just kicked the man in the face.
"Hold him down as I cut out his tongue." She said
She took out her hidden blade from her boot and Godfrey wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her back.
"Easy love, let's have some fun with him first." He whispered in her ear.
"What kind of fun?" She asked with an innocent look.
He loves it when she act likes this; so innocent and pure looking but the truth is that she's a lethal vixen.
"Who's the better hunter?" He said with dark smile; showing off his fangs.
That gleam in her eye returned and she gave him a sinister smile as well.
"Are you sure you want to do that? After all I never miss my mark." She said
"And neither do I." He smirked
Godfrey let her go so he could take out his hidden blade and cut zip-ties on the mans' hands and legs. Then he kicked the man in gut to wake him up. The man groan from the pain and crawled away from them when he saw the blades in their hands.
"You have heard of the most dangerous game. But unlike the book we're only going to give you a five minute head start?" Godfrey said
The man got up and started running into the woods. While they were waiting Mischa started humming a song.
"What are you singing my lovely?" Godfrey asked
"It's something that my mother used to sing during her hunts. My father said that her voice was so sweet and deadly at the same time that her victims would fear her as she spoke words of death." She said "It brought great fear in them. He said that I have the same voice so I like to do the same. It makes me feel closer to her."
When time was up Mischa started to sing as they went hunting.
"Oh Death,
Oh Death,
Oh Death,
Won't you spare me over till another year."
Her voice was heard throughout the woods and reached the mans' ear. He got more frighten when he heard her words.
"But what is this, that I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me."
Godfrey just smiled as they continued hunting him down. Her voice was so sweet and deadly that it sends shivers down his spine.
"When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul?
Oh Death,
Oh Death,
Oh Death,"
The man continued on running till he tripped over something and ended up twisting his ankle. He crawled a little on the ground and tried to get up. When he was able to get up he hobbled away as much as he could.
"No wealth, no ruins, no silver, no gold.
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
Oh Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
Oh Death,
Oh Death,"
Mischa saw the man in sight and she tightened her grip on her blade. She reached her arm back and threw her arm forward with all her strength. The blade ended up hitting the man straight into the mans' spine. Godfrey was impressed by her aim. The man quickly fell to the ground and the two walked over towards him.
"My name is Death and the end is here."
Mischa looked over at Godfrey with a smirk.
"Looks like I win." She said
"I bow to the queen, my lovely." He smiled and kneeled to her as he kissed her hand. "My queen."
"Flatter." She blush
"I only speak the truth." He winked
She smiled at him and went over to the man to take the blade out from his spine and kicked him to make him roll on his back.
"You said that death fascinate me. That it's art to me." She said and looked at Godfrey. "Would you like to see my art?"
Godfrey was turned on by her comment. Then she started slicing the man up while he was still alive. The way that she carved and sliced the man up with such ease and confident; it was enough to get Godfrey hard. When she stood up to look at her work she was picked up by him and he wrapped her legs around his waist. He pinned her against the side of a tree and he began dry humping her. She moaned when she felt his hard length against her. He started kissing her neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her shirt down from her shoulders and started biting down.
Getting turn on herself she started to do the same. They both bit down harder and sucking on their skins. Godfrey groaned and growled before he pulled back; breathing heavily in her ear. When she pulled back and looked at him. Then she noticed that both of them were dripping blood from their mouths. He grabbed ahold of her face and brought their lips together in a passionate kiss.
"At long last…I found you." He whispered as he smiled against her lips.