Half of Chapter 4 was posted in chapter 3. I'm so sorry.

So the first part of Chapter 4 is going to be a little familiar. I'm sorry once again.

CHAPTER 4 -The Hunter

The man stood in the darkness watching the entrance to the Majestic Theatre. The sidewalks and streets were crowded with people, but he knew his target. He could since them. How he despised the creatures of the night, vampires. They were his worst enemy. One of them had killed his parents, and ever since that day he had vowed to kill every single one of them as long as he lived. It was his curse to destroy them, and he'd never stop.

Tonight he was looking for one of the worst, Erik. He had been seen entering the Majestic Theatre this morning. Why a vampire of Erik's stature would be out so late, or rather early, the hunter did not know. This so called Erik was rumored to be one of the oldest, which also made him one of the strongest. The Hunter had heard rumors of this Erik, and they weren't good rumors. All vampires killed people, and all deserved to die, but some were worse then others. Some would kill just for the fun of it, and they liked to watch humans die. Erik was one of these, and with him being one of the oldest he'd certainly be a challenge, but the hunter liked challenges.

Soon the tall, dark vampire walked out of the theatre. In the light the hunter could only barely make him out. Erik was tall, dressed in all black, and had long tied back hair. The most peculiar thing about him though was that he wore a mask which covered his entire face. The hunter didn't need to see anymore. From now on he could follow the vampire, and one day kill him.

It was another night of hardly sleeping for Christine, but instead of being too scared to sleep, she was excited. She was hoping to hear that same beautiful voice she had heard the night before, and hopefully meet the man again. He was so frightening yet fascinating at the same time, and for some reason Christine felt a little attracted to him. She didn't know whether it was his passionate singing voice, or the sheer mysteriousness of him. One thing she did know was that she wanted to find out more about the piano man.

She was about to give up hope of hearing him sing when all of a sudden a beautiful sound whistled in her ear. He was singing again, and although the words were in a different language, it was just as beautiful as before, and also just as hypnotizing. Christine was out of her bed and heading towards the auditorium before she had time to think about she was doing.

Just as the night before the room was dark, and she couldn't see what the man looked like. Also like the previous night the man had to be on the stage.

"So we meet again?" he asked suddenly.

Christine jumped when he spoke. How he knew she was there she didn't know. This man was very strange, and very attractive at the same time. "I um…wanted to come hear you sing again," she confessed.

"Ah I see," he responded continuing to play the piano with ease. Erik wasn't happy about the reappearance of this stubborn girl. "You shouldn't be out so late at night," he informed as he stopped playing. "You never know what kind of creatures are out late at night," he continued trying to scare the girl.

Christine paused as she thought about the right things to say, "Please don't stop because I'm here," she begged.

"Why should I?" he asked.

"Why do you have to act so mean toward a person that compliments you?" Christine inquired to know.

"Why do you act so stubborn?"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"And you didn't answer mine."

"Gosh if you're not going to let people listen to you sing and play then that great talent is useless!" Christine yelled. There was no answer.

"You're one interesting girl," Erik said as he began playing again.

"Thank you for continuing," she remarked.

"I'm not doing it for you," he hissed.

"Well I'm still glad you're continuing," she said. Erik swore under his breath. He was beginning to hate this girl more and more. "So what's your name?" she asked.

"You act like we're going to become friends."

"Well why not? My name's Christine, Christine Daae," she told him sweetly.

"Why should I tell you my name?"

"Why not?" She was getting a little annoyed by his bad attitude, but she was determined to get a name out of this man.

"We don't even know each other," Erik pointed out.

"Well that's why you're going to tell me your name so we can get to know each other," she said. There was another long pause of silence.

"It's Erik," the man finally replied.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Christine noted with a joyful smile on her face.

The hunter sat on the bed of the Motel 6 reading the file on Erik his brother had so kindly made for him. Apparently this Erik spent most of his time haunting the Opera Populaire. What a strange vampire he was. He wasn't like most of them that made their presence know happily, but he kept in the shadows. It would make it hard the find him again, but the hunter would not give up. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his concentration. The hunter calmly picked it up and examined the name on Caller ID. "Hello Phillpe," he greeted his brother.

"Hey Raoul, I've got something that you may or may not like to hear," his brother explained with a rather dark voice.

"Speak," Raoul demanded.

"Well it turns out that this vampire, Erik, may have been the very vampire that killed our parents," Phillpe informed with his voice becoming a soft whisper. There was a long silence on the line. Raoul closed his eyes as he remembered their screams the night they had died, and he shuddered when he thought about seeing their bloody bodies and their blank eyes.

"Thank you Phillpe," Raoul replied coldly, breaking the extremely uncomfortable silence. Then ignoring his brother's attempts to console him, he hung up the phone.

Erik the vampire would be dead very soon of Raoul had anything to do with it. "That monster will pay for the murder of my parents," Raoul whispered to himself.

Christine played with her hair nervously as she thought of something to say to the man she hadn't even seen. He finally stopped playing, and she found the courage to ask, "Where did you learn to sing?"

"Through the years I've met with some people and had some lessons. The rest I taught myself," Erik explained.

"Well it must have taken some time. How exactly old are you?" Christine asked.

Erik took awhile to reply, but he finally said, "243 and counting." Erik knew she wouldn't believe him even though it was the truth, but it was a nice trick to play.

Christine laughed a little, "Well that would explain the expertise in music, but seriously how old are you? No lies," she said.

"Thirty-six," was his answer, "and how old are you Ms. Daae? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"I'll be twenty-one in July," she answered. Erik looked at her through the darkness in surprise. He had actually been wrong about a person's age, and this was a first.

"Wow you had me fooled," he exclaimed.

"You're not the only one. Most people think I'm sixteen or seventeen," Christine said. "I don't know why though," she continued.

"Your smell, your voice," he answered remembering that she didn't know he could see her in the darkness.

"My smell?" Christine said in surprise even though she knew he was only kidding with her.

"Only just kidding," Erik comforted. He looked toward the window as he felt the heat of a nearly rising sun, and he certainly did not want a repeat of the night before. "Well I must go," Erik told her as he rubbed his still aching arm.

"Why?" Christine inquired.

"I don't have time to explain," was his reply as slipped out the door before she could blink leaving Christine calling out his name.

Well I hope you liked it.