Chapter 8. Musical Seduction and a Sword Fight.

Christine sat down at her father's grave, scared and alone, or so she thought.

"Father, you said you would send me an angel of music," She said sadly. "I haven't met him yet."

"Christine, my dear beautiful Christine," Eric's voice rang out but she couldn't see him. "I may not be an angel but I could be your angel, as you are mine. There is so much more to me than murder and pain."

She stood up, looked around for him and said. "You bastard, show yourself, you coward."

"Christine, I would go to the ends of the world for you, I would go to China to get you the softest silk, I would go to Africa to get you the largest diamond, strait from the ground it grew in, for you I would go to the artic to bring you back an ice sculpture of whatever you wanted it to be shaped as, Christine, for you I would go to America, America of all places, just to get you one of those fancy dresses you can only get in New York."

Christine put her hand to her lips then shook her head and said. "You can't buy my affections."

Then he began to sing. "Beautiful girl, in a hideous world, singing of love when they speak of hate, you are there early when they are there late."

Christine got shivers up her spine as he sang in his seductive voice.

"Such a shame, that she takes the blame, when the place is aflame. Soul so kind, with a wonderful mind, others don't see, what she means to me, that beautiful girl, in this hideous world."

"It's an amazing thing, when she starts to sing, that beautiful girl, in this hideous world." Christine sang back to him, walking closer to his voice

He came out from behind a tombstone and as he walked towards her he sang. "If she had to choose, which music to use, she'd go with the softest, for she is so modest."

"When she dreams, she shines like sunbeams, he mind and her voice, an amazing team!"

Then in the voices of angels they sang in unison. "That beautiful girl in this hideous world, such a shame, that she takes the blame, when the place is aflame. Soul so kind, with a wonderful mind, others don't see, what she means to me, it's an amazing thing, when she starts to sing, if she had to choose, which music to use, she'd go with the softest, for she is so modest. When she dreams, she shines like sunbeams, he mind and her voice, an amazing team! That beautiful girl, in this hideous world!"

For a brief moment, they were only an inch away from each other, almost about to kiss, but before they could, which in Hindsight would have been better for both of them if they did, Raoul ran into the cemetery, shouting. "Christine! Christine where are you!"

As Christine turned away from him, Eric, half stunned from the sound of Christine's voice, half angered at Raoul, grabbed Christine and said. "You are mine!"

Christine cried out, and Raoul came to her aid.

"Get off her!" Raoul said, drawing his word from its scabbard.

Eric pushed Christine behind him took his sword and said. "If it's a fight you want, it is fight you shall get!"

Christine covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers, watching the two men clink their metal swords together, then Eric kicked Raoul's ankle, causing him to fall against a gravestone, and hold his sword up to keep Eric's from coming any closer.

The sound of the sword scratching and sliding against the other sword, heard Christine's ears so that she had to cover her ears, just as Raoul kicked Eric in his manhood, then jumped up and grabbed Eric's sword, pushing him to the ground and holding both swords to Eric's neck.

The look of hatred on Eric's face was barely overcome by the fear and sadness in his eyes, which because they were always there, they were unnoticeable.

"Raoul no!" Christine said. "Not like this!"

Raoul frowned then stepped back and put his sword away then stuck Eric's in the ground and put his hands on Christine's shoulders, then left with her.

"So it is war for both of you." Eric said, slowly standing up. "Christine you will be mine!"