(What would happen if Satine wasn't sick with consumption and she faked her death so that she and Christian could run away together without the Duke's interference?)

This is my first Moulin Rouge fanfic! I hope you guys like it

The two lovers onstage were breathing heavily as the curtains closed. Together now, the pair turned from the stage, faces bright with excitement and love for each other.

"I love you." Christian said as he placed his hands on her face pulling her in for a kiss.

"I love you too Christian." chimed Satine as they pulled apart.

Grinning the two turned and came to face with the red-cheeked Zidler.

"My little sparrow I have bad news." Zidler said his face fixed in a stern gaze.

"What is it Harold?" asked Satine as the lovers' faces began to sour.

"I know you wanted to leave. I would have permitted you two to go as soon as the show was over, but the Duke…" he shook his head unable to continue.

"The Duke did what?!" Christian cried desperate to know what other obstacle the Duke had once again put in their way.

"He's surrounded the Moulin Rouge with armed guards. They'll kill Christian in a second if Satine doesn't choose him." explained Zidler sadness apparent in his eyes. He wanted Satine to be happy no matter who she might choose. She was a like a daughter to him and after all that he had put her through he thought that Satine deserved what the poet was giving to her.

"No! Not again!" shrieked Satine, clearly afraid. "They can't take you away from me. They just can't!" she sobbed, tears staining her face.

"I won't let that happen." Christian said trying to soothe her as she clutched his costume tightly. "The Duke won't kill me and they won't take you away I promise."

"But what will we do Christian?" she cried her face streaked with salty tears.

"What we must." he replied hugging her tightly.

I know it's a bit short but I want to know what you guys think of it before I continue. So please review!