Hey! This is my first Moulin Rouge story. I came up with the idea after watching Mouin Rouge for probably the fifth time in the span of 2 weeks. Yeah, I know. I always watch it at my friend's house multiple times. We love it so. We always sing along to. I probably know every word to the whole freakin movie by now haha:D

Disclaimer: I nothing that was in the original Moulin Rouge. Juno's mine:)

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Prolouge: Satine Point of View

I still love him. I will never forget him. I saw him die right before my eyes. One moment he was standing there, the next he was on the floor dead. The bullet went straight through the side of his head. I couldn't get the image out of my mind. I also couldn't believe it happened until I held him in my arms without a response from him. I looked into his eyes to see the once vibrant blue-green, dull and lifeless and not seeing anything.

"Christian!" I yelled in anguish. I didn't believe my eyes. He couldn't leave me like this! This is why I told him to go away and leave me! Why couldn't he listen? "Christian! I love you! Wake up!... I love you." I said the last part in a defeated whisper. Neverending tears were streaming down my face. I could care less what I looked like at the moment. All I wanted was my Christian back.

I felt hands rubbing my back in a comforting motion. They did nothing to ebb the feelings of loss and abandonment in my heart. I looked up anyway to see Harold Zidler.

"Harold..." I said in a weak voice.

"He's dead my sweet." he said with sympathy and pity in his blue eyes.

"No..." I said breathily. My sadness turned to anger as I figured out that it was a bullet that killed him. Someone had to have pulled a trigger. And I can guess pretty accurately who.

I turned quickly to face the Duke. Everyone had fled the room, that is except for the Duke. In his hand was a gun. He killed my Christian. Now he will pay.

I narrowed my eyes and started to walk with intent to kill in my steps. Harold knew my intentions and put his arms around my waist, restaining me.

"You asshole! You killed him!" I screamed at him. He had a triumphant smirk on his face. I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his creepy face. He raised his arm and pointed the gun at Harold.

"Now. He's out of the way. I will kill Zidler unless you marry me." the Duke said. That sick and evil man. My anger only grew. But I wouldn't let Harold be killed.

"Fine. I have nothing to live for anyway." I said the last part in a whisper that only Harold could hear. The Duke smiled.

"Let's go my love. Let's not wait any longer for our harmonious marriage to begin." he said. He walked up and replaced Harold's arms with his own. I wanted to push his slimy arms off me, but I couldn't do that.

That was my wedding night.

16 years later, I have a daughter. Her name is Juno. I don't know if she is the Duke's or Christian's. I really do think she's Christian's because she is so beautiful and has the same spirit as Christian.

She's a hopeless romantic and all she wants is love, but she has a sharp tongue that could slice anybody's hope of ever having a loving relationship with her. I have experienced her sharpness. The first cut is always the deepest though, so I got used to it. I stay up a lot with her because she's crying about how nobody likes her. It's sad to see this. But I love her so much.

I want to bring her to the Moulin Rouge because that's where I found my love. But that's also where he died. I don't know if I could handle it.

Today, we find out.

Chapter 1: Satine

They have rebuilt the Moulin Rouge. It looks relatively the same. After Christian's murder, they closed for a few weeks to fix up the insides of it and to let everybody cool off. I was such a mess after the whole ordeal. And so was Toulouse. He drank more than usual, which is saying something.

Juno and I were walking towards Harold's office when the memories hit me. Everything came flooding back. I tried to keep it under control in fornt of Juno. She couldn't see me like this right now.

I had dressed Juno up for the occasion. Her red hair was down. It is impossible straight; just like Chirstian's would be if he grew it out any longer. Whenever I look at her, all I can see is Christian. They are so much alike.

"Why are we here Mother?" she asked in the naturally clear voice.

"You wanted to know where I met my love. And here is where I found him."

"Really? Did he work here?" She asked innocently. She didn't know of my past. It's to painful for me to recall somethings so I avoid it all together. But, I still want her to know the whole story.

"We both did." her eyes widened.

"What?"

"I worked here and so did he. Actually, we worked together. I was an actress and cortizan and he was a writer. He was pennyless but I made good money at what I did." I elaborated. I didn't know how she would take this news.

"Mom! You met Dad at a night club? And Dad was a writer?" She didn't know about Christian either.

"Actually outside the club. In an elephant no less. But I first talked to my love in the ballroom. Before we go there, we have to go see Monsieur Harold Zidler. He was my boss."

"Why-" Juno started. But she was cut off by my knocking on Harold's door. A muffled "Come in" drifted through the door and into the hallway. I pushed the door open and took a deep breath.

"Hello Harold." I said as we stepped into his office. Harold's head snapped up at the sound of my voice and he eyes widened as they laid upon my fae.

"Satine?" he whispered.

"Yes, Harold. It's me. This is Juno." I said gesturing to my daughter. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Hello Juno. Very nice to meet you. I'm Harold Zidler. " He held out his hand to Juno.

"Hello Monsieur Zidler. Your club is very nice. But I was wondering... Where are all the girls?" Juno asked. She was a very curious of the world. She so innocent and naive too. It was so adorable. But I knew it could get her in some deep trouble. Another reason I brought her here. To show her the bad side of Paris. She needed to know.

"They are in the stage area and in their rooms." He said frazzled. Juno had that affect of people sometimes.

"May I go see them?" Juno said with her vibrant blue-green eyes sparkling.

"Yes, but be careful." I answered.

"Always am Mother." Juno said. Complete and utter lie. She was never careful. Especially with her emotions. She rushes into things and devotes her whole being to whatever it is. Just like Christian. He was so devoted to Spectacular Spectacular.

Once Juno was out of the room, I fell onto the chair.

"So you're a mother now? I assume the child is the Duke's." Harold said.

"I don't think so Harold. I think she's Christian's. She is exactly like him. Not in appearence of course, that's all me. But... they way she thinks and she has his fire that coarsed through him. It's almost as if Christian is here with me. I think she is the only reason I haven't gone insane or killed myself." I said honestly.

Another reason I have for returning to the Moulin Rouge is that the Duke is dead. He dies of influenza. Nasty thing. Now that the Duke won't be interrupting my attempt to show Juno my love and past. She deserves to know who her real father is. I never loved the Duke. To me, he was a job that lasted for 16 long years. The Duke kept a keen eye on me ever since that dreaded September night.

"You think she's Christian's?" Harold asked disbelievingly. "When was she born?"

"May of 1900. But, I'm pretty sure she's Christian's. Didn't you notice? She has the same glint in her eye as Christian."

"I did see that. She just might be. But I must ask: does the Duke know?"

"I told him that she was his. I kept up the lie for 16 years, Harold. I don't have to keep it anymore."

"Why?'

"He's dead, Harold." I said.

"What? How?"

"Influenza." I said off-handedly. "Juno should know her real father now." I say with determination."I'm going to show her around. We'll be here one day every week. I hope that's okay with you."

"Yes. It's fine."

"Thank you Harold." I got up and walked out. I was going to show Juno the elephant.