A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews. They were great!

I'm glad I waited to write this later chapter later then normal, because I just came up with a new plot twist. It's not that big, but I think it's great. .

Sorry for the long wait.

Just letting you know there is mild cursing in this chapter, hence rating it "T".

Thoughts and word emphasis' are in italics.

I now that last chapter was pretty short I'm just really busy what with school and… boys. .

Chapter 28

5:00pm

Erik opened up his ice box and looked inside for something to eat. He found a bottle of red wine that was half done; a small block of cheddar cheese; and a few slices of beef that seemed to rotting. He slammed the ice box shut angry that there was nothing to eat that he was interested in. "I suppose I'll have to go to the market," he grumbled to himself.

Erik took his cape from the coat rack in the living room, next to the front door. He placed it on his shoulders and then reached for his black hat. He placed the hat on his head and tilted it slightly over his mask.

He had just made the back mask a few days ago. It was like his white mask that covered half his face, but instead of the mask being white, it was raven black.

He was about to leave his house when he quickly remembered his lasso. He doubled back and grabbed his Punjab lasso off the coffee table. He surveyed the room one last time and left his house by the lake. He then took a passage way that lead to the stables.

When he arrived at the stables he noticed that there was no one there, which made his trip easier.

He walked silently to Concord, a brown mare that had already been saddled up for a ride. Erik adjusted the stirrups on the saddles to his comfort. He mounted the horse and took off into the night.

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Erik didn't like the idea of going out in public. One of the things that he hated the most was communicating with people. To him every human was the same; arrogant, stupid, dishonest, self-centered ass holes. All humans were, except one; Christine. His Christine.

She was none of those things, he pondered, except for a liar. She didn't come to the Paris Opera House like she promised me, he thought bitterly.

Erik gritted his teeth to keep himself from yelling out in anger. He dug his heals into the Concord's sides mercilessly as the horse galloped down the cobblestone streets, the sound of Concord's hooves echoing around them like thunder.

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When Erik arrived in town, he dismounted Concord and left her to gaze on the grass.

Erik didn't believe in tying a horse up to a post. He believed that if people don't trust a horse, then the horse, in return, won't trust them.

He strode toward the lifeless food store. In one movement, he picked the lock and was inside the store in not time at all.

Erik produced a black cloth bag from under his cape and started to place the food that he needed inside.

He grabbed a bottle of the most expensive red wine, a bushel of red apples, a vine of red grapes, a fresh loaf of French bread, and a small tub of butter.

He threw a few gold pieces on the counter and walked out into the brisk cold night.

Erik strode over to Concord and started to straighten out the saddle.

"I saw that, boy. You were breaking an entry," a harsh accusing voice which disturbed the silence of the night.

Erik spun around toward the voice. In a blink of an eye, Erik hand his Punjab Lasso around the man's neck. He pulled the man toward him easily and put his lips next to the man's ear and hissed, "Then it would be wise of you to keep that to yourself, other wise I might," Erik paused for a second and gently tugged on the rope, "slip."

Erik removed the lasso from the man's neck and reattached it onto his belt buckle. The man coughed and rubbed his neck. He turned to his horse and was about to mount her, when he felt the man's hand on his shoulder turn him around to face him.

Erik quickly grabbed the man by his robes.

"Perhaps my warning wasn't clear the first time…," Erik snapped, but was interrupted by the man.

"I know you from somewhere," the man explained breathlessly. "But where have I seen you?"

"Sir, if you have ever seen me, I am sure you would have no problem remembering who I am. Everyone who has seen me might say I have an unforgettable face," Erik growled.

Erik's black hood slipped back, revealing his mask to the stranger. He quickly pulled his hood back into place, but it was too late, the stranger had already seen his face.

"My Allah, you are Madeline's son!" the man exclaimed in amazement.

A/N: Did anyone recognize what movie/TV show I got the name of the horse, Concord?

Didn't expect that one, did you?

Sorry the chapter was so short, but I've been very busy lately.

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