Mischa Lecter

Chapter 6: See You Then

Mischa took a long nap before she was woken and told to get ready. She took a somewhat long bath, sometime between getting in and almost drowning her brothers face had flashed through her mind. She saw him laughing, his eyes sparkling like they always had. It was just about then when she sat up, coughing. Somehow water had filled her lungs, she decided then to get out.

She took her time getting dressed and fixing her hair. A few minutes before they had to leave, she walked down the staircase to meet her father and mother. She wore an emerald dress that showed nothing of her chest, but almost all of her back. She had black shoes on that just peaked out from under the long fabric that fell from her waist to her feet.

Clarice wore a black dress that had two thick straps over her shoulders that had a deep cut in the front, and no back. Her now blond hair was pulled into an elegant bun, while Mischa's fell down to her back in waves, only part of it was pulled up.

Hannibal smiled at her as she approached, "Just as stunning as your mother."

She laughed a little as she pulled black gloves up her bare arms to her elbows. The dress covered the scar on her shoulder, the gloves the one on her hand. Clarice handed her her own purse that she opened and looked inside, Cell phone, a piece of paper with something scribbled on it, and a change purse. She closed it and nodded, pulling the golden chain over her shoulder as her father opened the door.

The air outside was comfortable, not to warm not to cold. A Lincoln Town Car sat waiting for them down the steps and on the street. Mischa smiled a little before her father placed a hand gently on her back, urging her to follow as he walked down the stairs and opened both her door and the passenger side. She slid into the back seat and sat in the middle seat, relaxing back as she watch her mother and father kiss briefly before she sat down in the seat. She watched her father sit in the drivers seat and the car pulled out.

After a few moments her father spoke, "Mischa?" he said as he looked up at the mirror, she glanced up to. "What's your mothers name?"

"Victoria Sergei."

"And mine?"

"Pavel Sergei."

"And yours?"

"Mischa Elaine Sergei."

He nodded, "Where have you been the past few years?"

"I've been at Finishing school."

"Where?"

"London, but we lived in Germany before we moved to France a few weeks ago."

"What does your father do?" Clarice asked.

"He's a retired Doctor."

"And your mother?" Hannibal asked this time.

"She stayed home with me while I was home, when I wasn't she helped at a bookshop down the street."

"Do you have grandparents?"

"No, they died before I was born?"

"Any siblings?"

There was a pause, "No." she said quietly.

Hannibal nodded, satisfied. "Hannah."

She looked up, but didn't answer.

"You'll do fine."

She nodded slowly, before noticing her parents linked hands and smiling before leaning back, "I know." Something about them finally together made her extremely happy.

When they arrived, they turned many heads. Mischa's eyes caught a handsome looking man probably a few years older than her standing with a girl around her age. He was staring at her with great intensity, he moved like he was going to approach her when her father approached and she walked away with her arm through his, looking back only once and flashing a smile before returning her head to the front and walked with her father.

The opera was amazing, even though every single word was in French. She caught a lot of the words, but sometimes she got lost. Her mother did too, so her father would catch them up before the next scene began.

After words they arrived at, what Mischa guessed, was an after party. She had learned it was their opening night, so they were celebrating a job well done. Mischa stayed with her father, slightly nervous. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see the girl from earlier. She wore a white dress with two thick straps over her shoulder, a tad of cleavage, and a normal back. She looked Spanish.

"Hello, I'm Aidan Brawley." She greeted, holding out her hand.

"Mischa Sergei, It's a pleasure to meet you." She answered politely, shaking her hand.

"As it is you. I haven't seen you around before, did you just move here?"

"Yes, from Germany."

"You don't have a German accent, you weren't there much were you?" she asked smiling knowingly.

Mischa chuckled a little, "No, I went to school in London."

"How many languages do you speak?" She asked, sounding impressed.

"French, English, German, and some Latin."

"I speak French, Spanish, and English. I've always wanted to learn Latin though."

"Well maybe I can teach you, it's not that hard."

Aidan smiled and nodded, "That'd be great."

The man she had seen earlier came up behind her and handed them both glasses.

Aidan smiled up at him, "Mischa this is my older brother, Enrico."

Enrico and Mischa shook hands smiling, "It's nice to meet you." He said flashing her a smile.

She did the same, "And you."

They talked for a long time, most of the night actually. That was until her father approached and told her it was time to go after a brief introduction. She nodded and turned back to Aidan and Enrico, "It was a pleasure to meet you."

"You too." Aidan answered smiling, "Why don't you meet us at Foire du Trone tomorrow? Enrico and I are going to be there around noon, we'd love to see you there."

Mischa nodded, "See you then." She said smiling.

Aidan and Mischa hugged, kissing each others cheeks briefly, before Enrico kissed Mischa's hand.

"Ciao." She said before she turned and walked over to her father and mother.

As they drove home, Mischa thought about Masumi and Hamal. Her heart was aching when they did arrive home, she missed them. Hannibal and Clarice could tell, because they left her alone as she went up to her room. Clarice only paused briefly at the open door on her way to bed, she must had though Mischa was asleep because she continued walking. Though when her footsteps were far enough away, Mischa exhaled and her tears returned until she fell asleep about two hours later right before the sun peaked over the horizon and the maroon eyes at her door glinted in the light before disappearing down the hall to his own room.