AN: sry for the not so fast updates. its going to be harder cause im back in school, but luckily i have this and a half other chapter done. I admit i dont like this chapter very much for some reason. I debated on even putting it in, but i wanted to update. I can explian why i dont like it ( after all theres a certian someone in it that you'd think id be happy to write on). The problem is time. I dont have any! or barley any. so either it takes longer to update or i just start spouting out chapters without really proofreading them (sorry). plus its short..well ill have to find out in your reviews so let me know. thanks.

Chapter 4

The cell phone rang. Its light blinking on and off in the darkness. A hand grabbed for it nearby. The figure glanced over the number, his form barley lit by the cell phone's glow. He opened up the phone and put it to his ear , his eyes shifting back to the road before him. The lights streaking past in the night, distorted the mask upon his face even more.

"What do you want?" The figure murmured coldly.

"Erik…where are you? Did you get the documents?" Someone on the other line asked in a voice that was quiet and full of uncertainty.

" What do you think? Haven't you been watching?"

"We weren't sure. We hadn't heard from you and-"

"I'm bringing them to you now. Meet me in Detroit and I'll deliver them to you."

"Detroit? Where are you going Erik? Mr. Volant has been waiting."

" If he wants what I have than he'll come and get them from me. My work is finished in New York and the cops have been looking far long enough. If Mr. Volant needs me to do another task, he'll have to find one somewhere away from the city."

" I understand you cant stay in one place for so long Erik, but I'm surprised by your sudden getaway from the city. Were you close to being caught?"

Erik hesitated for a moment, breathing low. "… Not exactly. I have…something important I need to take care of."

" Another Job?" the man on the line asked in surprise. He didn't expect Erik to get back into the field so soon.

" No." Erik said a little impatiently. " This is something more personal, so I'd advise you not to call me again after the documents are delivered."

"…I see. Very well, will bring someone to Detroit to meet with you and trade over the documents for the money. If Mr. Volant needs your services ever again however, will we be able to contact you?"

" I will get a hold of you when I am able to do any more jobs. For now however, I suggest you find someone else."

With that Erik hung up and tossed the phone on the passenger seat. He continued to drive on into the night, his speed accelerating way past the normal limit. He didn't care about getting pulled over. Nothing was going to stop him from getting where he was heading now.

He glanced over on the passenger seat , thinking heavily. He than reached over and pulled up a folded paper that his cell had fell on top of. Driving carelessly, using his knees to steer, he turned on a small car light and unfolded the parchment.

He glanced over the information.

Christine Daae.

Age: 18

Birthday: 11/8/1990

School: Silver lake High,

Silver springs, Michigan

The paper also had two contact numbers a home address, email and the names of The girl's guardians. Erik glanced over this and than took up a photograph that had been folded inside. The photo was ripped, revealing only the face of a the girl that the personal information had described. He looked at the girl's face for a moment not even glancing at the vacant highway that stretched before him.

He seemed to think on something while looking at her face. The face of someone that tortured his very being. He couldn't stop himself now. When he first laid eyes on her he knew that nothing was going to be the same.

He looked away from the photo before it drove him mad. Never before had he felt such a want for someone in his life. Every motive that he had before was for nothing more than to gain a sense of power, to be above everyone , to be feared as it seemed he was born to be. His face had made him what he was, the actions of others, their responses to him, made him do what he did. But it was someone from his past, someone he had been compelled to forget forever, that he was so close to shredding from his dim memories, that drove him to where he found himself now.

He was unsure what he would do once he got a hold of this Christine Daae. His emotions where so tangled he couldn't figure out which ones were true; the rage that burned thinking of the past; or the reemerging hope thinking of the future.

A sign beside the road told Erik he was less than a hundred miles away from the Ohio border. Erik placed the photo and the paper back on the seat and concentrated back on the road. While he drove on endlessly in the night, he thought up a plan on how to get closer to Christine Daae.