Tell me what you guys thought of this chapter. It took me a while to word it like I wanted… and I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with it. But hey, it's my birthday:P Thanks for the great reviews!

-AesSedia

Christine huddled into the dark corner of her small room. She looked up occasionally from the position she was in when she heard the slightest noise. A knock sounded on her door, and she pushed herself farther into the corner, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

"Christineee" Dominic called out to her in a teasing tone.

He went to the handle and attempted to open the door, seeing that it was locked he raised his voice slightly at the freighted girl in the room.

"Christine, you know locking yourself in your room isn't helping you any".

Christine shivered and wondered if she should unlock the door. He continued knocking, each knock becoming louder than the other.

"Christine open the door!" he yelled finally, his patience shot out the window.

Christine cringed as she heard the sound of wood cracking; he was breaking down the door. She ran over to the door and opened it before he could continue, not wanting to loose the only barrier she had between her and this insane man.

He smiled at her when she opened the door, "Your in trouble" he informed her.

He took her hand and led her to the bed, reaching the bed he pushed her down and commanded she stay put. Christine cried into the pillow as his hand once more made the descent up her legs. Once he near her womanhood he began his probing of her once more, hoping that he could pleasure her.

"Don't you like that Christine?"

Christine noticed the hint of desperation in his voice as he continued to painfully invade her. She knew he wanted to prove himself better than Raoul… even better than Erik. Christine lay there, drowning in her tears. She knew she shouldn't do what she was thinking, but she did.

Dominic stumbled back from the bed, holding his chin with both hands. He brought his hands away from his face and noticed blood on both. Christine smiled to herself; the kick to his jaw had proved right.

"Do you want me to take you Christine?" he spat some blood onto the carpeted floor, "I will take you and then kill you… and there is nothing you can do". He laughed as he moved toward her, unbuttoning the trousers of his pants, "This will take some time".

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Erik starred at the looming manor before him; the DeChangy manor. He knew if he wanted answers he would begin by killing the fop… well not right away, but he would kill the fop if he didn't give him the right answers. Nadir motioned for him to come as they made there way closer.

Once inside the safety of the gates, Erik and Nadir accompanied by the Shaman and Jacob made their way to the front door. Knowing they wouldn't be using the front door as intended, Erik opted to knock first. An elderly man opened the door and peered at them.

"It is quite late and the master of the house has retired" he told the group.

"Yes I am sure he has" Erik pushed the door away from the man and silenced him with a threat from his Punjab lasso.

"Mutter one word sir and I will tighten this knot".

The old man seemed to understand as the rest of the group made their way inside. Erik dragged the little man by his side and asked him to point out the master's quarters. With a shaking finger the man pointed to the stairs.

"Which room" Erik hissed.

"T-Third one on the l-left"

Erik snapped the Punjab all the while releasing the man. Nadir ordered the shaman to silence him as he accompanied Erik up the stairs.

Raoul DeChangy leapt from his chair as the front door to his chambers was kicked to the ground. He strained his eyes as he attempted to see in the dark room, and saw two figures walking across the splintered and cracked door. Nadir was first to spot him as the Vicomte made a mad dash to the window.

"Erik, the window!"

Erik didn't hesitate, throwing his Punjab, it landed squarely around the Vicomte's neck. He pulled the noose tightly, but still making sure not to break his rich neck in half.

"Monsieur I bid you welcome" Erik said in a mocking tone.

Raoul starred at the man he thought was dead; his eyes were bulging with fear… and a lack of oxygen. Erik loosened the nose some so he could ask some questions.

"Y-You!" Raoul chocked out, the noose leaving a bright red ring around his neck.

Erik frowned at the man as he tightened the noose again, momentarily gagging the Vicomte.

Erik starred at the man coldly, "Oh yes" Erik sneered, "It is me".

Erik snapped the Punjab harshly bringing the Vicomte to his knees.

"I want answers, and I want them now" He tightened the Punjab slightly, "You mislead me with any information and this rope will snap your neck in half".

The Vicomte seemed to nod as he tried frantically to loosen the straining knot.

"Where is Christine" Erik asked.

The Vicomte looked at Erik for a moment, not really knowing the answer his self.

"I-I'm not sure"

Erik starred at the man for a moment, hadn't he just warned him about misleading information? He grasped the rope tightly when Nadir stopped him.

"He's telling the truth Erik"

Erik stopped and looked at his Persian friend, not knowing what to think of the situation.

Nadir looked at the man struggling for air, he knew the Vicomte was not aware of Christine's whereabouts, but he was sure of his Hench man.

"Where is the man in the green coat?" Nadir asked

Raoul looked confused for a moment, "Dominic?"

Erik pulled the lasso tight again, "The man you ordered to kill me!"

Fear crossed the Vicomte's face "He lives only ten miles south of here… the Bonaire residence".

Erik smiled, "You will take us there".

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There had never been a more awkward group; Nadir sat next to a lassoed Vicomte in the small carriage they had borrowed from the shaman. Erik still held the Punjab and was giving Raoul death stares from across the cabin. The shaman on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the ride.

A knock sounded on the roof as Jacob informed them of a nearing home. Erik was the first to jump from the cabin, dragging the boy behind him.

"His home I presume?"

Raoul nodded and Erik dismissed him to Jacob.

"Make sure he doesn't leave" he informed the man.

Jacob nodded and took the Punjab from Erik's hand. Erik looked at the Vicomte one last time, "Don't think you're getting off so easy".

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"Please don't" Christine pleaded as Dominic began removing her clothes.

Dominic laughed as he pushed her violently onto the bed, "Don't you worry sweetheart, and I'll take good care of you".

"She doesn't need taking care of, she already has it".

Christine gasped as she heard that voice…. his voice.