I'm totally going to switch things up, I present you with… RAOUL'S POV! YAY!
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Raoul's POV-
As I stalked down the hallway from Christine's dressing room, my mind was completely preoccupied with thoughts of Christine and that voice… whose voice had that been? I had waited outside her door for an hour, calling her, trying to get in, and I finally gave up against my better conscious.
My shoes echoed loudly against the marble floor and walls, and I silently cursed them for making such a racket.
As I neared the grand sweeping staircases that led down to the foyer I could have sworn I heard voices, but when I paused to listen closer, I heard nothing, and dismissed the thought.
I walked into the balcony area where the stairs splayed down to the ground floor and started in surprise. There were people there; a tall, dark man in a cloak and a petite girl in her ballet outfit.
In the moonlight I could see the ballet girl quivering in fear, and looking as though she was going to faint any second, but the man in black did nothing, but vanished into the shadows. I was about to call after him, but was distracted by the girl, who appeared to have fainted.
I leapt down the stairs three at a time, trying to get to her before she fell to the floor, but I was too late.
I knelt down to sit her up, and when her hair, pale and shining in the moonlight, fell away from her face, a bell of recognition sounded in my mind. I had seen her somewhere before, but where? She was obviously a ballerina here, but I didn't see her on the stage from earlier today. I cast around in my mind for a while, and finally I came upon the answer.
She was the girl who had bumped into me while trying to see Christine. I inwardly smiled at the memory of her frightened face when she realized who I was.
I gently shook her, trying to bring her back to consciousness. After a few minutes I saw her eyes open slowly, then widen in shock when she looked up at me.
Katey's POV-
I felt arms wrapped around me, and I felt myself being shaken lightly. I opened my eyes slowly, wondering if I was being held by Erik, but I nearly laughed aloud at this thought. Erik pretty much just threatened to kill me; I don't think he'd be holding me, but as my eyes focused I opened them wider than ever in shock.
I gasped. I was being held by none other than Raoul!
"Monsieur le Vicomte!" I exclaimed in surprise. I immediately thanked God that I hadn't, in my shock, yelled 'RAOUL!'
"Mademoiselle, do you feel alright?" He asked, grinning.
"I…I feel…fine." I said, trying to keep my innards from turning to butterflys.
"Are you sure?" he asked, staring into my eyes.
"I think so." I said, not wanting to be out of his embrace.
"Can you make it back to your home alright?" He asked concernedly, like he was asking if he needed to take me home. Suddenly I wished that I had my own home instead of staying at the Opera Populate dormitories.
"I live in the dormitories just down the corridor a ways, but thank you for your help, monsieur." I said, regretting that he was releasing me from the embrace and was helping me to my feet.
"Please, call me Raoul." He said, smiling.
"I am Fleur and thank you again for helping me…Raoul." I blushed and looked down. It was very bewildering.
"I hope to see you soon, Mademoiselle Fleur. Good Night." He said, kissing my hand.
I curtsied and made my way up the grand stairs, and not until I was past the open balcony area where I was partially hidden did I glance back to Raoul, who was standing, watching me go back to the Dormitories and making sure that I got there alright.
Out of sight I sighed and leaned against the cold wall and tried to steady my heart beat. 'Easier said than done.' I thought as it gave a particular throb at the memory of him saying my name, even if it wasn't my real name, it seemed to fit me better than Katey.
It had been so long since I heard my name spoken aloud, and it seemed like a middle name now that everyone was calling me by Fleur.
I sighed again, realizing that less than a month ago I was in my old bedroom (which now seemed like some hotel room I stayed in for a little while) saying that I would give anything at all to be here in the Opera Populare. I smiled, and thought 'God sure works in mysterious ways. But… what did I give up to be here?' I wrinkled my brows, and wondered about it for a minute, but dismissed it, thinking that there had to be a scientific explanation for why I was here. 'It's some weirdo science thing with a worm hole or… something like that. I don't know.'
I gave up trying to figure out how I got here, and pulled my thoughts back to Raoul. I smiled dreamily, and thought of how amazingly blue his eyes were as I sauntered on back to the Dormitories, not even noticing that a figure shrouded in black had been watching everything that happened.
I carefully opened the door to the dormitory, peeking in to see if anyone was asleep, and was relived to see that it was not so late that everyone was asleep. Just about everyone was awake.
I swung the door open, and tried to wipe the love struck look off of my face, but I wasn't quick enough, for all the girls made "Ooooh!" noises and demanded that I tell them why I had been out so late and why I had that simpering grin on my face.
"She's in love!" Someone called out, and immediately all the girls crowded around me.
"Who?" "Are you really?" "Is he handsome?" and more of the likes were fired at me from every direction. I laughed at their eagerness, and playfully pushed them away from me.
"Alright, Alright! Give me some breathing room, and one at a time, I can't understand what you're saying." I yelled above the hubbub.
They backed up accordingly, and one girl yelled out "Well, where were you?"
I thought about it for a moment, then answered "The stage, then the hallway, the foyer, and now here."
"Are you in looooove?" another girl asked, drawing out the 'o'. The girls laughed out loud, but I gave only a little titter.
"Well, are you?" they all asked at the same time.
"Goodness, no!" I said, trying to keep my face from flushing. Ha, like that could ever happen.
"What a liar!" a girl laughed, "You're face is all red. You are in love!"
"Who is he?" demanded another.
"I'm not in love!" I yelled over the laughter and teasing of the girls.
"Well then who were you with? You don't just get a moon struck look on your face all by yourself."
I was cornered.
"Um…the Vicomte." I said as quietly as I could. Unfortunately, they still heard.
"The VICOMTE!" They shrieked. I blushed, wishing they wouldn't yell.
"Did he kiss you?" A girl shouted, and the girls once again "oohed". I went an even deeper shade of red, and tried to say no, but the girls wouldn't take my answer.
"Of course not…" I tried to lie, but, the true answer was written on my face.
The girls pumped me for more answers for what seemed like an eternity. I finally announced that I "needed my beauty rest" to which I was teased a little more, but they let me go off to my little bed that was next to Christine's empty one.
I looked around the crowded room for Meg, but I couldn't find her.
"Lille! Lille! Have you seen Meg?" I called over to a red haired girl gossiping to another. She turned and yelled back, "She went down to see Christine!" and turned back to continue gossiping.
'Shame she won't be there.' I thought as I slipped off my ballet slippers and replaced them with my leather 'house shoes'.
I made my way across the room and back to the door, taking care not to step on any discarded dress or shoe on the floor.
"Going back to see the Vicomte?" One girl jested as I opened the door.
"Oh ha ha, very funny. No, I'm going down to see Christine." I said, and I shut the door behind me, cutting off all sound from within, leaving me in the dim and silent corridor.
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Did you like my Raoul POV? I'm going to throwing in an Erik one eventually, most likely as my next chapter, so don't get your panties all in a bunch. Lol. I've always wanted to use that expression, but I've never had the chance.
Anyhow.
Please review!
PTO
In the beginning I said that Raoul was 'stalking' down the hall. That would be because he was mad, not because he was actually stalking something. Just to clear that up.