The shot split through the isolated air making Erik grab onto Christine and deepen the kiss. Her breathed quickly in Christine's ear, his deep voice vibrated off her making a lump in her throat as he spoke quickly, "I will always be with you my angel, even if there is blood shed." Christine gave his hand a quick squeeze and looked at his face, it was tensed his eyes where wide with fright.
A figure, cloaked over in a black cape stood aways away, his eyes blood shot with a recent dose of insanity. He held a gun in his hand, shaking a bit as he sucked in his breath to only speak out with a vulgar. The phantom had wedged himself in above tree, to see the sight below. Christine sat fully covered, her appearance could not be seen. But under her cover she shook violently, she seemed restless. She could pull the trigger and end her husband's life, but her name would light up the sky as a damned woman. She could here muffled panting as Raoul's boots scrapped the snow.
He saw a figure on the bench, a fresh whiff of air filled his nose. The phantom was near, his musky execrable smell clung to his insides. The person on the bench tensed up as he came closer. The vicomete was out of breath, he swore loudly and spat into the ground. What if Mrs. Giry was lying? what an old bat she was, a crazed woman. He laughed and took a long swig of grog he held in a flask, he had happily terrified the old woman. What power a gun could hold, he loved pressing the bare nozzle up to the old woman's neck. Even though he had known her, she was such an easy target to find. He gurgled the grog, enjoying each taste on his parched lips not even caring that it was staining his white shirt.
Christine, saw her husband throwing his head back while foul smelling substance leaked from the corners of his mouth, she gasped and remained painfully still. Her long boots only poked out in the open, to let anyone know there was someone on the bench. What was Erik doing? A sharp crack of a branch twisted the silence as a long roll of mocking words filled the world around her. "Oh but phantom, I know you are there. cunning away at your bastedly deeds." as her husband's taunted her, something bit at her. She noticed she was now staring at two blood shot eyes.
A long heated growl rumbled in her ear. "Hello my dear."