You're picking me dry. Own nothing.
Rather guiltily, I made Christine think I was asleep. When I was assured she was asleep, I snuck from the writing desk's chair to look out the balcony door. My whiskers twitched and my ears turned back. Something was coming. I sat there most of the night, waiting to be able to see the moon.
Soon, the bright moonbeams hit my eyes and I looked up. The moon was nearly full. In two days time, most likely, would be the Jellicle moon. I heard a rustling behind me and saw Christine sitting up in bed. Curious, I went closer. She moved around the room with the grace of a ballerina before suddenly stopping and calling out. What she called sent me tumbling backward. "Angel! Angel, please! Don't leave me!" Then she fell back onto the bed. I jumped up beside her and hummed 'The Resurrection of Lazarus' softly into her ear. She calmed a bit after that and I went back to sleep on my chair.
Sometime in the early morning, I heard footsteps outside the door. A rose and a piece of paper were then slipped beneath the door. I warily made my way over since the piece of paper seemingly called my name.
My dearest Christine-
I gagged.
-I am terribly sorry for the things that I have said and done. My brother and sisters have made it quite clear that you are not welcome, as you surely have noticed. They have disowned me as of today and have taken away all of my belongings. They are sending me on the North Pole Expedition. They have also asked that you leave the de Chagny estate by noon.
Best of luck, my love, Raoul, Vico de Chagny.
I almost felt bad for the man! I heard Christine stir behind me and I scurried beneath the bed. I watched her as she rose and stretched. She grabbed the rose and letter then threw them into the fire before getting dressed in one of the elegant purple day dresses. All I could think of was what would happen once she left! I couldn't guide her! Madame Valerius, of course! At least she had her foster mother.
Christine called me and I jumped out from below the bed. She was turned around so I pawed at her skirt and she jumped in surprise. She lifted me up and sat on the bed, stroking my fur. "I had the most horrible dream last night. You probably don't understand a thing I'm saying, but it makes me feel better to talk about it." She pulled out a ball of green yarn from her bedside table and rolled it across the floor. Following my cat instincts, I chased it. Christine giggled as my paws got tangled in the material. She crossed the room and sat down on the floor to untangle me. "In my dream, I start out in my dressing room at the Opera House, a beautiful but flashy large room with pink and gold furnishings but the masterpiece is a stunning gold framed mirror on the far wall." She releases my paws and rolls the yarn again, watching me be trapped again. She works at the knots as she continues her yarn. "I stand in the centre of the room, then the candles blow out. Then, I hear Erik's voice from the mirror. Oh, what a beautiful voice! Worthy of a God, yet his poor choices trapped him with Lucifer." She rolls the yarn and the cycle repeats. "I follow him through the mirror and he lets me hug him. He is warm and soft, unlike his actual person. He pulls away and vanishes." She sighs and I look up to see her dab at her cheeks. "I chase him through the tunnels behind the mirror, yelling for him, but he never appears." I try to make my way over to her to comfort her and tell her that her Erik is here, but the yarn restricts my paws as somehow I got it wrapped around the writing desk's legs. I meow and hiss and Christine comes to my rescue. "You are a mischievous kitten, aren't you?" I hiss as the yarn pulls taught. "Hold still, love." She reaches up on the desk and grabs a pair of scissors to cut me loose.
When at last I am free, I roll back to my feet and lick Christine's hands. She giggles and pulls her hands away to gather up the snippets of yarn. As she rolls up the yarn, I pounce at the multiple loose ends. It takes a while but in the end, she has a half dozen balls of green yarn. Just as she puts them away, a knock comes at the door, accompanied by a man's voice. Not Raoul's, this voice is much more mature. "Mademoiselle Daaé, you have to gather your belongings and leave now." Unnoticed to Christine, I bang my head on the floor in my stupidity. Christine unlocks the door to an older version of Raoul standing in the hall.
"What do you mean, Philippe?" Inside I'm screaming bloody murder.
"Raoul said he left you a letter. We disowned him and sent him on the North Pole Expedition. We gave you until noon to pack your things and leave, so now you must leave... My sisters demand that the kitten stays." He added. I looked up to find both of them looking down at me. Philippe snapped his fingers and two more men came in and pulled Christine out of the room. I ran after them, hissing and spitting.
Suddenly, I was lifted up by the scruff of my neck.