Well I told you as soon as I got Destiny's choice chapter 12 up I would post
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; my inspiration is the Moulin Rouge. I don't own any characters from Hannah Montana, or the Jonas/Janos Brothers. The song is 'El tango de Roxanne' from the Moulin Rouge. Sorry for the long wait. …Please read For the Highest Bidder first!
The room was full of shadows of people that surrounded her in a circle. She stood in the center, her halter black silk dress clinging to her form and her hair pulled up in a tight bun. The only light was the spotlight that was focused on her.
Black shiny high heels curved under her feet, a chain adorned with a ring dangled from around her neck. She began to move, maneuvering her body eloquently, swaying and twirling along with the beat of the high-pitched squeal of the fiddle and the gentle thrums of the guitar playing softly in the background. She moved faster as the rhythm of the music beat louder and faster.
As she moved, it felt like she was dancing under water, slow and graceful, hard and enduring. She came to a sudden stop; she stretched one of her arms behind her back, and felt a smooth slick hand slide into hers. The hand in hers pulled, causing her to twirl around where she was pulled harshly into the chest of a man. Jake Ryan. His devilishly handsome face set as stone, but his eyes shined with intentional mischievousness. His golden hue contrasted brightly against the midnight-black tuxedo and blood red tie, adding perfectly to the image of his black soul.
A voice began to sing, a song that was familiar echoed loudly around them, spurring them to dance, the tango.
Roxanne.
They moved together stepping backwards, their bodies close but not touching, his right hand pressed firmly in hers, while his other rested sumptuously on her hips. They strolled two more steps back before she stepped forward pushing him back. She tilted her head to the left, glancing into the faceless crowd, before snapping her head back towards him.
You don't have to put
On that red light.
She twirled away from him, escaping his lingering grip and coming to a stop at the edge of the crowd.
Walk the streets for money,
You don't care if
It's wrong or if it is right.
He came from behind smoothing his hands down her bare arms before wrapping them around her chest and pulling her backwards. As if she were some sort of China doll, her feet slid limply with him across the length of the floor.
Roxanne,
You don't have to wear
That dress tonight.
As the music's chorus continued, Jake tilted her to the side. The sudden movement caused her to reactively place her arm around his neck, before getting back on her feet. She whirled around and paused facing the devious Byronic monster of her dreams.
Roxanne,
You don't have to sell your
He came at her fast grabbing her by the waist and dipping her back, lowering her just so her head barely touched the ground. His free hand creased her neck, moving down in-between her breasts.
Body to the night.
He lifted her back up quickly and harshly; her head was forced to rest at his shoulder while his free hand moved downward across her ribs, down her hips, and swiftly lifting her leg to his side. She looked over his shoulder staring into the blackness of the room.
Suddenly a familiar voice cut across the blackness, cut through the music, cut through the pounding of her heartbeat in her ear, and the lights came on showing the blank faces of the crowd. They were all irrelevant; just onlookers observing pathetic souls such as hers. Except one in particular with significantly bright hazel eyes. She could recognize those eyes anywhere. Kevin? His beautiful voice suddenly sung out. And for a moment she didn't hear anything else but his voice.
His eyes upon your face,
His hand upon your hand,
Kevin sung out loud, moving around the people of the crowd, never taking his eyes off her. She pushed at the man holding her, breaking free of his hold. She moved towards Kevin only to have arms wrapped around her from behind. The feeling of soft wet lips hit her neck.
His lips caress your skin,
It's more than I can stand!
Kevin turned away from her, moving further into the crowd. Kevin …Wait! She took one step before she was yanked around landing her back into Jake's arms. No! Let go! Ryan's grip tightened as he moved her across the floor once again, forcing her dance with him.
Roxanne
Kevin! She struggled trying to free herself. Kevin's loving and talented voice echoed through the facility.
Why does my heart cry?
Roxanne
Her body moved on its own twirling along with Ryan, her leg raised and crooked its way around his side, as he leaned back bringing her across the floor with him.
Feelings I can't fight,
You're free to leave me,
But just don't deceive me
And please,
Believe me when I say,
I love you.
She spun out of Jake's grasp yet again, but he rebounded taking hold of both her arms, and secured it straight out behind her, suddenly her face was inches from Kevin's.
Y yo que te quiero tanto, que voy a hacer?
Me dejaste, me dejaste
El alma se me fue, se me fue corazon,
She stared at Kevin's young and innocent face, her eyes imploring into his own, beseeching, wishing for him to say something. He walked forward until their lips were inches apart.
Ya no tengo ganas de vivir,
porque no te puedo convencer
que no te vendas Roxanne
Kevin moved his head until he was beside her ear and whispered softly. Whore.
Roxanne
Her eyes widened, and the hands that held her trapped released their hold, and she crumpled to the floor in a heap. No! Kevin!?
Suddenly the crowd moved in closer, closing in on her. She jumped to her feet. Spotting Kevin in the back of the crowd, she pushed forward trying to get through the many bodies acting as obstacles.
You don't have to
Put on that red light.
She was getting closer. Every person in the crowd clawed at her causing her dress to tear at her hip, and her hair to become undone.
You don't have to wear
That dress tonight.
Scratch marks formed on her body and face, but she didn't care. She was almost there!
Roxanne
The crowd became a barrier; a nightmarish red rover game where the goal is to break through the tangle of arms. She was inches from Kevin who just stood there. In slow motion he reached out for her, grabbing a hold of her necklace and pulling it.
Roxxxxannnnnnee!
The sound of the chain breaking caused her to gasp, and her necklace fell off her neck and landed on the floor. A whisper echoed in her head; Kevin's voice.
Whore
Her eyes snapped openasshe jack-knifed into a sitting position. She panted trying to get back the breath that was stolen from her, sweat trickled down her face, and her blue eyes were wild from the vestiges of the nightmare. She combed her fingers through her messy hair, she had forgotten when the last time it had been combed. Sighing, she flopped back onto the bed. It has been two weeks since she had last seen the man she loved, who seemed to haunt her dreams at nights. Longing for just for a snippet of his voice, even if it was just to hear him call her a whore.
Two weeks, is that all? Seems like an eternity. Doesn't matter anyway, I'm in hell, locked in a cage for two years. Why should anything matter?
Miley sighed, closing her eyes. The slot above her door opened, but she refused to move.
"Miss Stewart, please eat something today, even if it's the Jello. We won't have to do an IV again, will we?" the nurse asked through the tiny slot.
Miley ignored her. Everyday it's the same. They give me medication. They ask if I want to go the activity room, and they try to stuff the disgusting stuff they call food down my throat…well fuck them!
She heard the nurse give a long exasperated sigh before closing the top slot. A second later the bottom slot opened and a tray of food was pushed through. The nurse's voice escaped through the bottom slot, "Take your medication, depression won't go away without some help… you have a visitor today, do you want to go shower?" The nurse waited for a reply, hearing none she slammed the slot closed.
Miley kept her eyes shut. Jake Ryan came every week, but she had figured out about a week ago she could refuse him, to refuse visitors, which is exactly what she did. Ha take that Jake!
Turning her back towards the door, she lay on her side, her knees curled up to her chest as her dream came back to her. She squeezed her eyes shut as his voice moved over her like a blanket.
Whore.
Okay so we all know Kevin would never call Miley that!!!! But she is not all there right now…so please review!