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Author's note: Yey! Another review. This chapter is rated PG-13 for violence. The next chapter will be rated /maybe/ a high PG-13 for romance. This is a very short chapter, meant to be happening while Christine is making arrangements for her five day dresses.
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Chapter Seven
Punjab Lasso
Meanwhile:
The swelling notes of the organ filled the lonely retreat and Erik's empty heart. His eyes were closed as he played the music from The Point Of No Return. His slender fingers pounded the keys, eliminating the possibility of him hearing anyone enter.
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent, silent.
I have brought you, that our passions my fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses…
The blow came from behind, nearly knocking Erik unconscious. His head hit the organ so hard that the keys screamed in protest. The ugly sound screeched through the room, startling Erik's attacker.
Enraged and very much in pain, Erik whirled blindly around on the bench and faced a scraggly Raoul.
Raoul's eyes were wild and bloodshot. In his hand he held a short metal rod, raised to strike again. He was muttering incoherent nothings to himself as he eyed Erik menacingly.
With hislightning fast reflexes slowed by the throbbing in his head, Erik was on his feet in an amazing amount of time. His hands shot inside the black cloak that he always wore, gasping the Punjab lasso, he readied it with one swift motion.
Advancing towards the drunken Raoul proved to be difficult as the drunk kept swinging the heavy rod violently. Raoul managed to strike Erik twice more, once in the stomach and once in the rib. As Erik's rib cracked and broke, so did his patience.
Ignoring the blows that battered his torso, Erik wrapped the rope around Raoul's neck and pulled, the sudden pressure snapped his neck instantly. He crumpled to the floor, the rod rolled harmlessly down to the edge of the water.
With the blood from his head wound running down into his eyes, Erik stumbled to pick up Raoul's limp body. With staggering steps he carried the dead man. Erik made it as far as his study before he dropped Raoul and collapsed in a pool of his own blood.
