Mischa Lecter

Chapter 5: Bienvenue à Paris

Mischa Sergei walked down the terminal towards the front of the airport in Paris, France. Her mother and father had arrived 6 days before her. While Mischa had been away at school for her last year there. Her elbow length black hair fell straight as a board, and swayed as she walked. Her bangs were cut right above her bright green eyes. Her skin was pale, making both her hair and eyes stand out. She had dark make-up around her eyes, making them pop even more. She wore a royal blue dress that fell just above her knees and had thick straps and a high cut top. She had placed black gloves on her hands to cover a nasty scar on her right hand, and black sandels with slight heels decorated her feet. A black jacket hung over her bent arm with her purse while the other arm pulled a bag behind her.

She walked up to a middle aged man holding a sign with her last name on it, and she smiled a little, "Are you looking for Mischa?"

"Oui, Ma'am. Would you happen to be her?"

"Oui monsieur, je suis."

"Are these all your bags?"

"Yes, all my others were brought by my parents."

He took the bag from her and smiled, "Devon-nous alors nous?"

She nodded and they left the airport.

They arrived at a nice town house about 30 minutes later. She climbed out of the car and the door to the house opened, "Mischa."

"Pére!" she said as she ran towards him, wrapping her left arm around his neck the other one haning at her side.

"Bonjour, ma fille."

"Mére!" Mishca said as her father let her go and she ran inside.

"Monsieur, Elle a un certain beaucoup d'ènergie."

"Oui." Mr. Pavel Sergei said as he waited for the man to place his daughters bags in the door before turning to him.

"She received your eyes I see, and your wifes beauty."

"That she did, Thank you so much for your help Monsieur." He paid him then watched him go before shutting the door.

"How was your flight?" he could hear his wife and daughter in the library.

"Long, but it was comfortable."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Better than I have been, but the nightmares come back at least once every few days."

"Is it the same one?"

"Not really, it has the same type of theme but it always seems a little different."

"Well maybe you should go get some sleep."

"Okay, Mom."

"Hannah, let me see your hand first."

"Da-ad." She comlained as she rolled her eyes but pulled off her gloves, "I've been putting that stuff on it like you told me to."

"It's healing nicely."

Hannah nodded once more before she yawned.

"We're going to a play tonight, the three of us. Get some sleep now, we'll wake you when we go."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Oh, and Mischa."

She turned as she reached the door, "Yes."

"Bienvenue à Paris."

"Merci." she said as she disappeared from the room and walked up the stairs.

Translations:

Bienvenue à Paris. Welcome to Paris

Oui Monsieur, je suis. Yes Sir, I am.

Devon-nous alors nous? Shall we go then?

Pére Father.

Bonjour, ma fille. Hello, My daughter.

Mére Mother.

Elle a un certain beaucoup d'énergie. She certainly has a lot of energy.

Merci. Thank you.