OMNISCIENT POINT OF VIEW
"Did you hear me?" Raoul De Chagany barked at the busy bartender. "I said another drink!" The grumpy old man rolled his eyes as he poured more of the golden liquid into the Vitcome's glass.
Ignoring his stare, Raoul signed as he buried his face in his hands. Why Christine why? Why would you choose that..that..that monster over me?
"Oh yes he was quite smitten with the young Prima Donna," a voice behind Raoul said. Perking up, Raoul tried to drown out all other sounds as he tried to pick up the conversation.
"Too bad he doesn't stand a chance!" another voice snarled.
Raoul tensed, convinced that the conversation was about him he thought to himself; who is he? Is it me or that monster that doesn't stand a chance?
"Like that boy is just going to give up," the first voice answered.
Another man laughed, sending a cold chill down Raoul's spine. "Well of course not!"
"So what is he planning to do?" the second man asked.
"What do you think Jim?" the other man replied as he gulped down the rest of his brandy. "He's going to get her into his bed, sheesh; you would think that part is obvious!"
"Of course I know Kulim!" Jim retorted, clearly annoyed. "Just from what I heard, that Prima Donna is quite something. She's not like the other ballet rats; she won't just get into his bed with just a little coaxing."
"Nah that diva is quite the brat," the first man nodded. Then he snapped at a waitress to bring more brandy, eyeing her as she walked away.
"Steve," Jim waved his hands in front of his friend's eyes. "Remember what we promised? It's men's night; you can take another girl another night."
Steve signed and shot Jim an evil eye. Kulim chuckled as he eyed the waitress himself. "Though it would not take much to get her into bed, she looks like an easy shot."
Steve laughed and said, "Unlike that little diva."
"So how is he going to do it?" Jim sipped his drink.
"From what I heard, she has a complicated past." Steve replied, leaning back onto his chair. "Lost her parents a long time ago…"
A group of drunken men walked past, cutting Raoul off from the conversation. The Vitcome tensed, fighting the urge to strangle the fools that dared cut off his eavesdropping. Though something doesn't feel right, how could these people know about his Christine? Are they perhaps acquaintances with… no, impossible. That monster couldn't possibly have human contact other than Christine and that damned ballet instructor.
When the group finally cleared, Raoul sat up straighter, not daring to miss any more of the conversation.
"…use her past against her." Steve finished.
"Quite the trickster," Kulim sneered. Holding out his glass as the waitress poured more brandy, staring at her chest the entire time.
Jim laughed after the waitress left, "Brilliant! Use her past and coax her into bed, he deserves more credit than we give him."
"Too bad they are in America," Steve gulped down his glass. "I would like a try at the diva myself."
"Yes you Steve," Kulim chuckled. "You could so bed the most famous Prima Donna of all of America; we have absolutely no faith in you."
America. The word stopped Raoul cold, so the Prima Donna of the conversation is not Christine?
"We do have our own new diva in Paris," Jim said as he wrestled Steve to sit down before he can hit Kulim. "Miss Christine Daae, I saw her myself, she is quite the catch."
"She's the property of the Vitcome De Chagany…" was the last thing Raoul heard as he walked out of the bar, throwing several coins on the table.
Oh she is my property alright; the Vitcome stepped out into the cool night's air, wincing as the wind all but slapped him in the face. And even though the Prima Donna of the conversation happens to not be the one of his interest, he got an idea to lure Christine back to him.
Use her past against her, Steve's voice echoed in Raoul's mind as a smirk came onto the Vitcome's face.