Erik had spent days looking for Christine. She was no where to be found. His horse was exhausted, his men were tired, and his hall was filled with lairds wishing to finish preparing for battle. While he sat in the hall listening to the lairds argue, two of his warriors continued the search.

Erik's mind was puzzled. Christine had no reason to leave him. Maybe she had gone back to England. He put it on his list of things to do before he left for battle.

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Christine was tired and worn out. She had been walking for days. Her house came into view, and she saw Susan playing outside.

Susan looked up from her dolls and saw someone walking towards her. The person started stumbling. A few steps later the figure fell to the ground. Susan ran inside to get help.

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Erik mounted his horse and with a deep sigh begin to lead his men. Christine was still nowhere to be found. Once, he would have been overjoyed to be going to slaughter his enemies, but now he could care less. His world had been shattered.

A ray of sunshine had come into his dull, dreary world and turned things upside down. The sunshine had disappeared, and the darkness was more than happy to return, but Erik's soul wasn't so willing to accept it this time.

In a last futile attempt at happiness, Erik sent two of his best men to England to find Christine. Their rightful place was on the battlefield. If anyone else had heard what he did, they would argue for him to forget her or send someone else. But to him, the most important thing right now was finding Christine. If for no other reason, he had to know that she was safe. If anyone had darned harm her, he would kill them. They would suffer a slow, painful death at his hand.

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Christine woke up in to the sound of children running up and down the hall. She was home. In England. Despite everything she thought, it didn't feel right. Something was missing. Everything was missing. Her chest felt as if there was nothing in it. Somewhere along the way home, she lost something.

Suddenly, she heard shouts. Her head was pounding, and the shouting wasn't helping matters any. She climbed out of the bed someone had placed her and headed to find the source of the shouting.

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"Laird McQay wants his blood returned to him. And he wants it now."

"Their ain't no blood of McQay's anywhere on this land. I suggest you go back to Scotland right now."

"Not without the girl."

"You ain't be getting anything."

Christine walked into the main hall to hear the two men arguing in Gaelic. What was with men and yelling. "Nathaniel, what is going on?"

Nathaniel turned to face his recently returned mistress. "Christine..." Nathaniel never finished his sentence as the thug behind him struck him in the head. He fell over, and Christine rushed to make sure he was alright.

"Are you insane? You could have killed him." Christine felt the back of his head and could fell a bump beginning to form on the back of his head. An arm wrapped itself around Christine's waist. It picked her up from the ground and carried her down the hall.

Christine began to beat at her captor's arm. "Put me down, right this instant. You will be so sorry if you don't. My father won't let you get away this."

"I doubt it considering the fact that your father sent me."

"You are insane. My husband will probably kill you for this."

"The Phantom is away at war. You're the least of his concerns." The man laughed, and Christine reached for the dagger she had hidden in the pocket of her gown. She stabbed him in the arm and felt herself drop to the ground.

She stood up and prepared herself for battle. The man came at her, and she managed to stab him in almost the exact same spot. He came at her a third time. She attempt to stab him again when he caught her arm and twisted it behind her back.

"Drop it, Christine." At her defiance, he twisted his hold further. The pressure finally got to be too much for Christine to bear, and she dropped her dagger. "There now. You're not going to give me any more trouble, are you?"

"Let go of me." He refused to let go. Instead, he untwisted her arm and walked outside, dragging Christine along with him.

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Nathaniel sat rubbing his head, wallowing in self-pity when two soldiers came walked into the stables. He recognized them instantly as Erik's men. The day could not possibly get any worse.

"Nathaniel, have you seen Christine?"

"Unfortunately."

"Where is she? Is she alright?"

"She came in this morning and collapsed. Poor thing. Then she wakes up to me shouting. Some Scot came demanding her, saying she was Laird McQay's blood. Bastard took off with her."

The two soldiers looked at each other before turning and running back to their horses.

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A/N: Sorry about not updating in so long. Hopefully, there will be more updates soon.

A/N: Sorry about the wrong chapter being put up yesterday. I was rushing out the door to go to a concert yesterday when I uploaded the chapter.