Yay! Another chappy! Sorry but Erik told me I had too since I haven't updated in a while! Oh, and by the way, try to think of Mark as David Bowie from Labyrinth, if you can't picture him well.
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ERIK! What did I say about killing Raoul! Oh no you don't! You better get that little boat of yours back here now! Oops...sorry, on with the story!
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Chapter 5: Christine and Raoul
Indeed, Cat grew to hate the boat and ocean the very next day. Claire even grew to experience seasickness while her daughter grew ill at the sight of the sea as well. Mark stood back, amused at their reactions, but because of the fact he had traveled around the world in a boat helped his immune system overcome seasickness.
But at last, on the afternoon on the fifth day of their voyage, Paris was in clear view. Many people upon the docks of Paris anxiously awaited the boat's return as it floated in.
"There are so many people. I've never seen this big of a crowd before," Cat stated.
"That's because Mark is an important person here in Paris, Cat. Meg Giry is an astounding dancer and thanks to the Chagnys, their family is rather wealthy," Cat's mother said.
"And look, there is the Vicomte himself!" Mark stated as he led the two down the boat stairwell.
Cat looked beyond the crowd to see a man standing outside a carriage. This man appeared wealthy enough. She watched as the Vicomte put his hand out and another hand grab his. A really beautiful woman walked out of the carriage.
"And I'll be! That's the famous Countess de Chagny!" Claire exclaimed.
"That's Christine?" Cat asked in disbelief. She studied the countess. They really seemed similiar in many ways, both Cat and Christine. Thier hair, the face, the petite bodice, the ashen like skin, and oh so much more!
"Mark Giry!" The Vicomte yelled out as the trio walked through the crowd.
"Raoul!" Mark yelled back.
The men walked towards one another, shaking hands. "I hope you had a safe journey as usual?" Raoul asked Mark.
"Of course. How has the Countess and young princess been while I was delayed?" Mark asked politely.
"Very well. Christine, come welcome Mark," Raoul ordered the Countess, however, she was completely staring at Cat as if she were a ghost. "Christine?"
Christine made a slight jump before smiling. "Forgive me. Mark, a pleasure as always," Christine's angel voice spoke.
Mark kissed her hand and smiled. "As you madame, a pleasure," he said. He then took notice that Christine was once again studying Cat intesely. "This is an old friend of mine, Ms. Claire Revue. And her younger daughter Catherine," he stated.
Christine smiled at Cat before sighing heavily and frowning.
"What is the matter madame?" Cat asked worriedly.
"Forgive my wife, Catherine. For you see, our babe, bless her soul, was taken from us a long time ago and, well to say, you very much resemble the escence of her looks," Raoul explained.
Christine blinked and shook her head lightly. "Yes, do forgive me. Raoul, I'm not feeling so well," she said.
"Yes my dear, Mark, I do hope you show the ladies around Paris," Raoul said as he helped Christine into the carriage.
"I will," Mark stated as the trio watched Raoul and Christine drove off, deep into the city. He turned back to them. "Shall we?"