A/N: THANK YOU to all of my reviewers. I love you all (platonically). I guess I'll have to start doing responses. YAY! (And yes, I am keeping up the whole metre thingy)
Hikkifan89-You're SO right. HE IS FREAKING HOT :faints at the thought:
Phreako with a bad haircut-Thank you. I'm sorry, I'll rush an oxygen tank over there immediately.
Nixieharpist-Thicken Thicken Thicken.
Lady Assassin Moonbeam-I'm afraid it'll be taking a bit of an angsty turn, but you won't kill me, right:gets in a military bunker just in case:
Phantomchild199-don't worry, no one can spell. If Raoul WAS cheating on Christine (which he might do later, thanks for the idea) Kathleen would beat the living hell out of Raoul with a Pixie Stick™ and then call Christine in to help. I'm still in the bunker. Your daggers cannot hurt me. :runs for the even better safety of a certain cellar in a certain Opera House:
As I mentioned above, it's taking a bit of an angsty turn. But don't worry, lunacy won't be…umm…not here…for more than a few short chappies (but I am going to pull some evil cliffies)
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Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe…(A/N: Same Kathleen, different everybody else. I say the Phantom, 'cause this is the movie and Christine and Raoul don't know his name)
Christine moved toward the Phantom, singing.
God give me courage to show you
You are not alone.
She prepared to kiss him, ready to show him that she would spend the rest of her days with him if only she didn't have to see him kill Raoul. Taking all this into account, she was rather surprised when someone laid a hand on her shoulder.
She screamed.
Two centimetres from the Phantom's face.
She screamed.
She whirled around to face whoever had startled her into screaming.
Two centimetres from the Phantom's face.
Screaming.
Like a bloody baby.
Inwardly, she was cursing herself. What she had been trying to do was get the Phantom to release Raoul, then the second he left her side, take off to be with her love.
She regarded the intruder. Sopping wet, her cape and dress didn't swirl of flow or be slinky like they were supposed to. Christine noted that, and the obvious discomfort that this plight caused the wearer with a curious sense of pleasure.
Christine's eyes skimmed over her face. Pale skin, blue-green eyes, blah blah blah. Her long black hair was half slicked back in the Phantom's style, half hanging in her face in disarray. Between the strands of hair, something bone-white was visible. Something covering her face.
The right side of her face.
It was one of the Phantom's masks.
Altered a little so it fit her face.
Christine tittered. The Phantom was going to be…unpleased…to put it mildly.
OK he was going to be pissed.
Really pissed.
Erik could feel rage growing inside him. That wench, whoever she is, stole one of my masks! But her soaked garments did cling to her in a most interesting way. She was beautiful, at least in his eyes, and that was enough to keep her alive, at least until he found out something about her. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he inquired roughly.
"My name," she said, "is Kathleen."
"That tells me nothing."
"I need to talk to Miss Daae privately-"
She pronounced my name right, Christine thought. Does this mean anything?
"-and to you too, Erik. Privately."
She knows my name? Erik thought. Does this mean anything?"What about me?" Raoul inquired.
Kathleen snickered nastily. "You?" she mocked him. "You're a fop who was fool enough to get caught in a Punjab lasso.
Erik looked at her approvingly. She obviously hated the…whatever…as much as he did. The fop was hardly a man, but, somehow, he instinctively knew that if he called Raoul a woman, Kathleen would say, probably with a demonic twinkle in her eyes, "Now, Erik, don't say that. Raoul here's an insult to women everywhere." How does she know my name? he asked himself. Only Nadir, Giry, and maybe, Christine knew his name.
"Christine?" Kathleen asked.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk?"
Christine drew Kathleen away, out of the hearing range of Erik and Raoul. "What is it?"
"Umm…Christine…do you have a sister?"
Christine looked at her in shock. "I did. She's dead, though. Her body was found by the Seine."
"What was her name?"
"Demetria. She was eight years older than me."
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A/N: Haha. A cliffie! Yes, Demetria, I cast you. Yes, I cast you as a dead character, but you might come back later in another parallel universe. I'm not guaranteeing anything, though.