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The air was cool, and a light breeze had picked up. The smell from the honeysuckle bushes were in the air .. He waited for the right moment, sweat accumulated on his brow, and he began to wonder for a brief moment why his hands were so steady, and not shaking. Just then he saw a clear shot and took it.

It had happened so fast he wasn't aware how things went wrong. The only thing he could remember is that the man in the cloak had lightening fast speed and had whisked the young woman away with him. Where? Where did they go? Where did he take her? Frederic stood outside the window his mouth dropped open.. there on the floor lay Raoul.. his white shirt laced with blood. Frederic knew he had to run .. somewhere were the Vicomte would never find him, should he still be alive. He placed the gun into the waistline of his trousers and ran off into the night.

Raoul moaned, and for a split second one could almost hear the angels above shake their heads in disappointment. It wouldn't be long until someone found him, or he called for help. That was a nasty wound, but in time his madness would lead him to go on the search for Christine.

A flittering breath exhaled from her lips. Her eyes blinked, she licked her peach lips, she inhaled a familiar smell of dampness, of dark, and of tears. Christine knew of course where she was. But where in the mysteriously big cellar was she? Her hand moved in pain. It felt like she hasn't moved for years. She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't remember anything. Her tiny fingers felt the softness she lay on. It was soft, a quilt. Her bed. The one she lay on 2 years ago, the peacock bed. But why did she not remember that? A subtle melody flowed slowly into Christine's ears. She opened her eyes...it was Erik. She got up slowly...a pain shot up her whole body forcing her to let a scream out and fall into the bed. "Owww, oh that hurts!"
"Christine...oh Christine...don't get up. Rest, please rest."
Christine looked up into an honest face. His lips curling into a sympathetic smile, urging her to do what he asked.
"Erik...what happened...I can't remember..."
"You don't need to right now...Raoul I believe is safe..."
Christine opened her eyes. "Raoul? Who is he that you speak..." Her head fell back into sleep.
Erik, stood above her in awe.