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Mischa's head felt like it was about to explode. She wearily opened her eyes and took in the room she was in. It looked like a luxurious private plane. She was lying on a couch, and opposite from her was her unconscious mother. Mama's face was all banged up and she had bandages all over her body. At that moment, Abigail walked into the cabin. She smiled sweetly at her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a truck ran over my head." Mischa had inherited her mother's sarcastic attitude. "Where are we? And where are the others?"

"On a plane. We are about to take off for France." Abigail headed over to the mini kitchenette and poured a glass of water. She walked over and handed it to Mischa. She gladly accepted and nearly inhaled the glass's contents. Once she was done, Mischa set the glass down. She felt like she could think clearer now. Mischa should have known Papa would have pulled something like this. It was so like him.

Pushing those thoughts away for later, Mischa scooted off the couch so that she was kneeling at her mother's side. Mama looked so pale, so broken. Mischa thought she should be used to seeing Mama like this. This is the third time she had been in this position, but every time she still felt shocked. Like the other times, it was Papa's fault.

Speak of the Devil, he just walked into the compartment. Hannibal was dressed in one of his strange, but somehow good looking, suits. Mischa looked away from him, intent on ignoring him. She could only take so much of her father sometimes. There was a time when she worshiped the ground he walked on. She remembered following him around their home, his office, and imitating everything he did. When she was young, she thought Hannibal had hung the moon and stars.

But a lot has changed since those times. Mischa turned back to tend to her Mama. She knew quite a lot about medicine, with having Hannibal for a father. While she got to work changing a bandage, Hannibal sat down in the chair next to her. She felt his eyes burning into the back of her skull, but she managed to ignore it. She would not give him the satisfaction of looking back at him.

Abigail, who had left to talk to the pilot, came back into the cabin. "We will be leaving soon." was all she said before she sat in the chair next to Hannibal. Abigail pulled a book out of the bag that sat on the chair and started to read. Mischa knew Abigail did not talk much anymore due to her vocal cords having deteriorated over time. She never really understood why Abigail always came back to Hannibal. He had never been any better than Abigail's own father. Maybe we are loyal to what we know in spite of ourselves. Maybe that was why Mischa liked Abigail so much. Both of them idolized their fathers, only to find out that they were monsters. At least Abigail's real father is not a real monster. Unlike hers.

The pilot's voice came on overhead, telling them all to buckle up. Mischa knew not to fight this. It was of no use. Hannibal always got his way. Besides, she could not get her Mama out of this because she was in no shape to be moved. Mischa could find a way to get them out later, when Mama was strong enough to make it. She just hoped that Edward, the Cullens, and the pack could forgive her again. They would never understand how her family works. Or what they were.

As the plane took off, Mischa grabbed her mama's hand and squeezed it gently.

Edward checked his watch again. It had been an hour since they were supposed to meet up with Bel-Mischa and her family. He did not think that he would ever get used to that. His mind still reeled with what they had learned the other day. Edward still could not believe that his girlfriend is the daughter of the most famous serial killer of the 21st century. He put the history of Vampires to shame.

"Would you quit that already!"

Oh, how could he forget who he was stuck with? He and that mutt, Jacob, were outside getting some fresh air. They stood outside the old farmhouse, while the rest were inside. The pack was sleeping and the coven was resting. When you do not sleep, you have to come up with some way to recharge and relive some boredom. They were basically zoning out for a long time. Everyone needed it with what they just went through. The only thing keeping Edward and Jacob standing was pure stubbornness.

"Something's not right. They should have been here by now."

Jacob rolled his eyes at Edward's paranoia, not wanting to admit that he felt the same way. They knew that Bella and her family had to move slower. With them being human and with how injured Ms. Swan was, they had no choice. But this was getting ridiculous. They should have been here hours ago. Jake would not give the stupid leech the satisfaction of seeing him worry. It's not like he didn't already know it.

He was a fool. This was the only thing that Carlisle could think right now. It was his job to protect those women and he had failed. He had failed to protect Will and Mischa Lecter. Alice had a vision of the four of them landing in a small French airport. They were gone. He should have known that this would happen. He knew what Dr. Lecter was. And Carlisle had just let him walk away with them. He would never forgive himself for what he had done. Or what he had not done.

"How could this have happened? They were are all humans! How could they trick werewolves and leeches!?" Quil shouted. They were all gathered around the farmhouse's living room. They all had gotten back about twenty minutes ago, after searching the entirety of New England for the Lecter family. Alice had told everyone to stop once she had her vision of the Lecter bunch in a fancy house by the French countryside. They now they were having a pity party for themselves.

"We all screwed up." Emmet said, "Now we need to fix it and find them."

"So now we are going to waste our lives searching for them again? Seriously?" Leah was not happy. She had never gotten along with Mischa, plus she was not dealing with the death of her father well.

"You know that I cannot see Mischa or Will. I also cannot see Hannibal or that Abigail girl." Alice said with a worried look on her face, "The only reason I could see them in France was because of this Japanese woman that was with them."

"It still does not make since." Embry butted in. "It was weird that none of your powers work on Mischa, but now her parents and her adopted sister? That's just freaky."

At that comment, Edward and Jacob walked back into the house. They had been sent outside to cool their heels. Edward opened his mouth to respond to Embry's comment when Carlisle interrupted. It was time they all knew the truth.

"Vampiric powers only work on humans and other vampires. Not on other supernatural creatures." Carlisle never looked away from the window as he spoke. He knew that he had everyone's attention, although they were all confused. He finally turned around to face them, prepared to tell them everything. Carlisle just hoped that Will would find it in her heart to forgive him one day. "There are many different types of supernatural beings out there. Everyone in this room can attest to that. While Mischa's father was once a human being, he is no longer. And since he was already turned when he impregnated Will, Mischa was born as the same creature. Dr. Lecter has also worked on turning his wife and adopted daughter into creatures as well."

"Are they vampires, too?" Quil was the first to break from his stupor. Carlisle gave the room a small, sad smile. "No. They are something much worst." Carlisle to a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say.

"They are wendigoes."