"Above all things I believe in Love."
Post-Moulin Rouge/Post-IWTV crossover
Part One
Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters in this Fic only Anne Rice and Baz
Luhrman do. But they'd be foolish to try to sue me since I'm broke and I do
this for pleasure and fun not profit
Christian's Journal 27, April 1900
"Above all things I believe in Love." With those words I seemed to have
sealed my fate. was it just over a year ago I met and fell in Love with
Satine, my own beautiful Sparkling Diamond? Before then I never knew what
Love was. Had it not been for the Narcoleptic Argentinian falling through
my roof, I would have never have met her. That day seems like centuries ago
now. I feel ,even though only a year has past me by since my Satine died of
consumption, that I have aged at least twenty times that much. I went to
five publishiers, back in England, in three months since I wrote Our Story
like I had Promised her before she'd taken her last shaky breath in my arms.
None of them wanted to publish a book with the infamous Moulin Rouge inside
it's pages, much less a Love story where a Penniless Poet fell in love with
a Beautiful Courtesan.
Over and over again I heard it would be too scandlous, too shocking, too
bold that no one would buy it if it was published too big of a risk. at the
most recent publisher, when told this I pratically strangled the man. I had
promised Satine I would tell our story and I was not going to stop until I
did so, for my own waning sanity's sake. It was for my own sanity I went
back to London , every where I went in Paris constantly reminded me of her.
I refuse to live with my father again. I'm not even sure if he would have
let me if I asked.
On a completly different note I have gotten the feeling I am being followed
as of late, being watched. I can't exactly explain it. All I know is that
when dawn breaks the next day, I feel safer than I had the night before.
Maybe I am paranoid, or crazy or maybe even a combination of both. All I
know is that something unnatural lurks in the darkness.
Part Two
Louis' Journal 27th, April 1900
I saw that young man again today. He was just coming out of a publishers
office building near Armand's. He seemed very upset this time even more
upset than all the other times I have come across him. Oddly enough he
seems to have that look of complete desperate hopelessness I have had in
the past whenever I think of my Beautiful Doll. Such despair I have known,
which is why I decided to follow him I suppose, to make certain that he was
getting to where he was going safely. I followed him until I accidently
bumped into this Little french-speaking dwarf with a lisp, By the time I
had apologized I had lost him and decided to return home, when Armand asked
me where I had been when I came back to his flat, I merely said I decided
to go out to get some air and go for a walk. I wonder I I will see him
again?? Heaven or hell only knows the answer to that question. It's just a
matter of Time before I get my answer. My thirst is arising so I must leave
now. Maybe I will catch another glimpse of him.
Part Three
Toulouse' Journal 30th April, 1900 (I'm assuming he doesn't WRITE with a
lisp)
I was on my way to my Great-Aunt Clarissa's flat just a few short days ago
because it was her 100th birthday. But low and behold who should I see on
my way there???? It was Christian!!!! I had not see the boy in over a year,
since his Sparkling Diamond died. But before I could yell out to him I
noticed he was being followed by someone, So I in turn followed him. He
seemed not to be paying any attention to anyone other than Christian.
Walking where he walked following the exact path that Christian took. This
had me worried, hence the reason for me following the stranger that was
following him. He was getting closer and closer to him. I saw that I had no
choice, I ducked and dodged through the crowds around us and raced hurridly
into the stranger's path. Just as I planned he wasn't looking where he was
going and he walked straight into me. When he did I gave one of my best
performances. I cursed at the man in french, for not looking where he was
going. He then apologized and when he looked up once again I suppose he did
see christian again in his line of sight. So he turned and Left. But he
hadn't see Christian walk into a nearby flat like I had while I was
squabbling at him. When he had left in dismay of losing him I went into the
building the Christian had went into. Luckily I just caught him going into
his room. When I got there I realized something, that he may NOT want to
see me. I know he bears me no ill will but that part I wasn't worried about.
He just may not be ready for anyone or anything from the Moulin Rouge just
yet, but I was just worried for him. In that case, I strengthened my
resolve and knocked on his door.
Part Four
Warning: Toulouse's Lisp ahead (lol)
Christian's Journal
28th April, 1900
Not long after my last entry last night, I found someone was knocking at my
door.To my huge surprise and amazement it was Toulouse. I had not seem him
since that last night I spent in the Moulin Rouge, where he played a truly
amusing Magical Sitar(at least he was amusing in the rehersals I saw but I
digress)
He was at the door when I opened it he almost looked afraid to come in. But
I was so happy to see an old familiar friendly face that the second I saw
him I fell on my knees and hugged him. I had not been happy to see anyone
in over a year not since my beautiful Satine it was then I'd noticed
something.
"Chwistian, I can't bweathe!!!" I heard in a strangled voice. Oops, I guess
I had been hugging him a bit TOO hard. So I finally got up off my knees and
asked what he was doing here.
"I came to Wondon to Celebwate my Gweat-Aunt Clawissa's Biwthday with her,
but I saw you and decided to pay you a visit.I hope I'm not intwuding." I
told him of course that he wasn't intruding at all. And while he was there
and saw me all by my wonesome,(damn it, I meant lonesome) he invited me
over to his aunt's with him. I declined but he insisted. "Nonsense
Chwistian, you wouldn't be intwuding she wuvs meeting new people especially
fwiends of mine." He made me dress in the tuxedo I still had from my first
visit from the Moulin Rouge and off we went. Damn look at the time I'm
going to be late. I promised someone I'd meet him. Sorry I explain more
later, when I have the time.
Post-Moulin Rouge/Post-IWTV crossover
Part One
Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters in this Fic only Anne Rice and Baz
Luhrman do. But they'd be foolish to try to sue me since I'm broke and I do
this for pleasure and fun not profit
Christian's Journal 27, April 1900
"Above all things I believe in Love." With those words I seemed to have
sealed my fate. was it just over a year ago I met and fell in Love with
Satine, my own beautiful Sparkling Diamond? Before then I never knew what
Love was. Had it not been for the Narcoleptic Argentinian falling through
my roof, I would have never have met her. That day seems like centuries ago
now. I feel ,even though only a year has past me by since my Satine died of
consumption, that I have aged at least twenty times that much. I went to
five publishiers, back in England, in three months since I wrote Our Story
like I had Promised her before she'd taken her last shaky breath in my arms.
None of them wanted to publish a book with the infamous Moulin Rouge inside
it's pages, much less a Love story where a Penniless Poet fell in love with
a Beautiful Courtesan.
Over and over again I heard it would be too scandlous, too shocking, too
bold that no one would buy it if it was published too big of a risk. at the
most recent publisher, when told this I pratically strangled the man. I had
promised Satine I would tell our story and I was not going to stop until I
did so, for my own waning sanity's sake. It was for my own sanity I went
back to London , every where I went in Paris constantly reminded me of her.
I refuse to live with my father again. I'm not even sure if he would have
let me if I asked.
On a completly different note I have gotten the feeling I am being followed
as of late, being watched. I can't exactly explain it. All I know is that
when dawn breaks the next day, I feel safer than I had the night before.
Maybe I am paranoid, or crazy or maybe even a combination of both. All I
know is that something unnatural lurks in the darkness.
Part Two
Louis' Journal 27th, April 1900
I saw that young man again today. He was just coming out of a publishers
office building near Armand's. He seemed very upset this time even more
upset than all the other times I have come across him. Oddly enough he
seems to have that look of complete desperate hopelessness I have had in
the past whenever I think of my Beautiful Doll. Such despair I have known,
which is why I decided to follow him I suppose, to make certain that he was
getting to where he was going safely. I followed him until I accidently
bumped into this Little french-speaking dwarf with a lisp, By the time I
had apologized I had lost him and decided to return home, when Armand asked
me where I had been when I came back to his flat, I merely said I decided
to go out to get some air and go for a walk. I wonder I I will see him
again?? Heaven or hell only knows the answer to that question. It's just a
matter of Time before I get my answer. My thirst is arising so I must leave
now. Maybe I will catch another glimpse of him.
Part Three
Toulouse' Journal 30th April, 1900 (I'm assuming he doesn't WRITE with a
lisp)
I was on my way to my Great-Aunt Clarissa's flat just a few short days ago
because it was her 100th birthday. But low and behold who should I see on
my way there???? It was Christian!!!! I had not see the boy in over a year,
since his Sparkling Diamond died. But before I could yell out to him I
noticed he was being followed by someone, So I in turn followed him. He
seemed not to be paying any attention to anyone other than Christian.
Walking where he walked following the exact path that Christian took. This
had me worried, hence the reason for me following the stranger that was
following him. He was getting closer and closer to him. I saw that I had no
choice, I ducked and dodged through the crowds around us and raced hurridly
into the stranger's path. Just as I planned he wasn't looking where he was
going and he walked straight into me. When he did I gave one of my best
performances. I cursed at the man in french, for not looking where he was
going. He then apologized and when he looked up once again I suppose he did
see christian again in his line of sight. So he turned and Left. But he
hadn't see Christian walk into a nearby flat like I had while I was
squabbling at him. When he had left in dismay of losing him I went into the
building the Christian had went into. Luckily I just caught him going into
his room. When I got there I realized something, that he may NOT want to
see me. I know he bears me no ill will but that part I wasn't worried about.
He just may not be ready for anyone or anything from the Moulin Rouge just
yet, but I was just worried for him. In that case, I strengthened my
resolve and knocked on his door.
Part Four
Warning: Toulouse's Lisp ahead (lol)
Christian's Journal
28th April, 1900
Not long after my last entry last night, I found someone was knocking at my
door.To my huge surprise and amazement it was Toulouse. I had not seem him
since that last night I spent in the Moulin Rouge, where he played a truly
amusing Magical Sitar(at least he was amusing in the rehersals I saw but I
digress)
He was at the door when I opened it he almost looked afraid to come in. But
I was so happy to see an old familiar friendly face that the second I saw
him I fell on my knees and hugged him. I had not been happy to see anyone
in over a year not since my beautiful Satine it was then I'd noticed
something.
"Chwistian, I can't bweathe!!!" I heard in a strangled voice. Oops, I guess
I had been hugging him a bit TOO hard. So I finally got up off my knees and
asked what he was doing here.
"I came to Wondon to Celebwate my Gweat-Aunt Clawissa's Biwthday with her,
but I saw you and decided to pay you a visit.I hope I'm not intwuding." I
told him of course that he wasn't intruding at all. And while he was there
and saw me all by my wonesome,(damn it, I meant lonesome) he invited me
over to his aunt's with him. I declined but he insisted. "Nonsense
Chwistian, you wouldn't be intwuding she wuvs meeting new people especially
fwiends of mine." He made me dress in the tuxedo I still had from my first
visit from the Moulin Rouge and off we went. Damn look at the time I'm
going to be late. I promised someone I'd meet him. Sorry I explain more
later, when I have the time.