Hey everybody! Yall know you know me! I KNOW YOU DO! Don't
look in your closet cuz...... I'm there! But anyway, off the
topic of stalking, not that I was or anything...... here is
my first fanfiction for a movie, beside Harry Potter so pleas
R+R! Cuz I love you!!!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own any characters but I could be wrong!
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Amaya had been at the Moulin Rouge for the longest time. Ever since she ran away from home eleven years ago, Zidler took her in. Her father beat her; till she was unconscious.
Zilder found her on the street in front of the Moulin Rouge; bleeding everywhere. Amaya didn't remember how she got there; all she did remember was her father, hovering over her and then everything went black.
Zilder was more to a father to her than her father ever could be. She was more at home then she was ever in her other home.
This happened about a year after Satines' death and Zidler was vulnerable to have a new sweetheart in his life as Satine had been.
She knew she could never take her place and also knew Zilder had a wide hole in his heart were Satines' memory wasn't enough to fill.
She had heard all the news about her; about Christian and the duke.
To her, it seemed like a romantic and tragic story.
She could then understand that Satine was special to any and everyone in the Moulin Rouge. It had been a year and Amaya was now a can-can dancer.
The gents wafted around her like bees to honey. But Amaya noticed a particular man looking her way that night.
He was tall and handsome. With the deepest ocean blue eyes and jet-black suave hair. She approached him at her break from dancing and sat at his table.
"Hello. I'm Amaya and you seem to very interested in me."
She said, putting a sexy look on her face. He smiled a wide grin and leaned forward to talk to her softly in her ear.
"Yes, I am. You remind me of a girl that I once knew. I see her face whenever I look at you."
She giggled sweetly.
"How cute. Are you a poet?"
"Yes, I am."
"That's very sweet. So, you got a name?"
"Of course I do. I'm............
Wanna tell me what you think? Huh? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Yes you do! Please R+R I wanna know what you think!!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own any characters but I could be wrong!
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Amaya had been at the Moulin Rouge for the longest time. Ever since she ran away from home eleven years ago, Zidler took her in. Her father beat her; till she was unconscious.
Zilder found her on the street in front of the Moulin Rouge; bleeding everywhere. Amaya didn't remember how she got there; all she did remember was her father, hovering over her and then everything went black.
Zilder was more to a father to her than her father ever could be. She was more at home then she was ever in her other home.
This happened about a year after Satines' death and Zidler was vulnerable to have a new sweetheart in his life as Satine had been.
She knew she could never take her place and also knew Zilder had a wide hole in his heart were Satines' memory wasn't enough to fill.
She had heard all the news about her; about Christian and the duke.
To her, it seemed like a romantic and tragic story.
She could then understand that Satine was special to any and everyone in the Moulin Rouge. It had been a year and Amaya was now a can-can dancer.
The gents wafted around her like bees to honey. But Amaya noticed a particular man looking her way that night.
He was tall and handsome. With the deepest ocean blue eyes and jet-black suave hair. She approached him at her break from dancing and sat at his table.
"Hello. I'm Amaya and you seem to very interested in me."
She said, putting a sexy look on her face. He smiled a wide grin and leaned forward to talk to her softly in her ear.
"Yes, I am. You remind me of a girl that I once knew. I see her face whenever I look at you."
She giggled sweetly.
"How cute. Are you a poet?"
"Yes, I am."
"That's very sweet. So, you got a name?"
"Of course I do. I'm............
Wanna tell me what you think? Huh? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Yes you do! Please R+R I wanna know what you think!!