Ok, this is my first Moulin Rouge fic and I just finished writing this. It
is currently 11:44 at night. Go me. Anyway, only Cayenne belongs to me
along with her whole adoptive family. Please tell me if you know of
anything that I have messed up already. This is short but sweet, I think. I
am not even sure what is going to happen here, but wish me luck! Enjoy. the
*** indicates places where its not a present time, a story, or a flashback.
I dont know how to get italics here
Krikoris
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Chapter one
I never met my real parents. That is the only important thing of my past. The other things are just annoyances. How I was brought up by the richest couple in France has barely any importance. How I got into their custody is more interesting, however. As a child I begged my personal servant to tell me again and again of how I came to this enchanted place.
Back then I had embraced my life, enjoying every moment of it. But the more I see, the less I wish to be here. In the story, there was a place where I dreamed of each night, even though such places were horrid for some young child of 4 to think of. Places of whores and drunken men, my step mother would call it. I thought of it as a beautiful place. Dancing, singing, and beautiful costumes and dazzling jewelry.
Now at the ripe age of 15 I am off to find my parents in that 'horrid atmosphere'. Or at least my mother, that is. I never heard of my father. My mind travels back to the story of the woman whose womb I occupied.
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"Get her inside!" Laurence yelled out as several servants carried in a screaming young woman. His wife, Lynette, came in a moment later, wrapped in a white silk robe. They had been 'interrupted'. "Darling, get her some warm water and lots of towels." He looked over at the woman, who could be no older than 16. Her red hair was matted down on her face and her pale skin only brought out the blood that she was trailing. He grimaced.
"Bring her into the livingroom!" Lynette ordered at the others and they listened instantly. "Who is she?" She finally asked her husband once the woman was gone.
"Some pregnant whore," he sighed and looked outside at the pouring rain. "But we can't leave her out in that." The Deshayes were not only the richest couple known in France, but they were also the kindest of the upperclass. Any other household would let this woman and her unborn child die in the street.
"Yes, I'll go tend to her. Maybe we can save this woman and her child after all." Lynette turned and left to help the woman give birth.
Four hours later . . .
The woman lay on the couch, her pores spilling out perspiration. But she still looked gorgeous. Her blue eyes were now void of pain. But she would not see the child that she had brought into the world. "I can't take care of it." The woman screamed as she sat up. A large red mustached man came into the room and saw the woman.
"Satine!" He exclaimed as he went over to her. She only seemed partially glad he was there. The other half was fixated on the child. Her skin was as pale if not paler than her mothers, and identical blue eyes were now closed in peaceful sleep.
"Let's go," She wept as she stood up and headed to the door. Laurence and Lynette exchanged glances before looking at the man.
"You forgot your child," Lynette whispered as the woman now known as Satine slammed the front door. The man that had spoken her name looked at the child for a brief moment.
"Please take care of this child. Satine cannot care for it." He left no room for argument. He was gone within a minute of entering.
The Deshayes sat down in the bloody livingroom, only to be confronted with a servant holding the newborn child. "What do I do with her mistress?" Lynette sighed and patted her stomach. Two days ago she had given birth to a little boy, but he had died in the night. She still had milk in her.
"Give her to me." She ordered reluctantly, and once she had the child, she put her to her own breast. "Since we lost our son, let us not lose a chance to have a daughter. Even if she is not of our flesh and blood." The baby began suckling immediately. Laurence ran his fingers through his hair before standing and pacing several minutes infront of the fire.
"Do what you will with her darling." He finally whispered before returning to his quarters. Lynette cradled the child as she let her suckle.
"What shall I call you sweet darling?" The baby didn't respond. It couldn't. It was a child, no older than a day. "Cayenne. That is to be your name."
***
I smile to myself as I expertly pull my red hair into a tight bun and put on my outing hat. Today is the day when I go back to the place where my mother is to be from. I glance at the mirror and am not upset at what I see. My deep blue eyes twinkle with determination, and the color stands out by my subtle use of makeup. I put my slender gloved fingers to my ruby red lips, and look over my thin figure that is tightly closed up in my dress. No one knows that I am not of the Deshayes blood. I have their kindness, their grace, and less forgotten, their money. I thank the Lord that they had not put my up for adoption that very night. But Mother told me more than once that she had fallen in love with me at first sight.
I pick up my suitcase before making my way down the long spiral staircase. One of the servants take it and put it into the carriage, then mother and father bid me farewell. Mother weeps, I admit that I shed a tear or two. And Father just hugs me briefly before I am escorted into the carriage.
"Where will it be ma'am?" The driver asks as we leave my estate. My mind is reeling from flooding thoughts and he has to ask again before he gets my attention.
"Moulin Rouge sir," I reply finally before I turn my gaze out the window. If anyone would know of my mother Satine, they would be there. I knew it deep in my soul.
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Alright, how bad was it? I bet this plot has been used like a million times but I havent read many of these kinds of fics. This came to me during the movie about 30 minutes ago. Please forgive and review hehe.
Krikoris
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Chapter one
I never met my real parents. That is the only important thing of my past. The other things are just annoyances. How I was brought up by the richest couple in France has barely any importance. How I got into their custody is more interesting, however. As a child I begged my personal servant to tell me again and again of how I came to this enchanted place.
Back then I had embraced my life, enjoying every moment of it. But the more I see, the less I wish to be here. In the story, there was a place where I dreamed of each night, even though such places were horrid for some young child of 4 to think of. Places of whores and drunken men, my step mother would call it. I thought of it as a beautiful place. Dancing, singing, and beautiful costumes and dazzling jewelry.
Now at the ripe age of 15 I am off to find my parents in that 'horrid atmosphere'. Or at least my mother, that is. I never heard of my father. My mind travels back to the story of the woman whose womb I occupied.
***
"Get her inside!" Laurence yelled out as several servants carried in a screaming young woman. His wife, Lynette, came in a moment later, wrapped in a white silk robe. They had been 'interrupted'. "Darling, get her some warm water and lots of towels." He looked over at the woman, who could be no older than 16. Her red hair was matted down on her face and her pale skin only brought out the blood that she was trailing. He grimaced.
"Bring her into the livingroom!" Lynette ordered at the others and they listened instantly. "Who is she?" She finally asked her husband once the woman was gone.
"Some pregnant whore," he sighed and looked outside at the pouring rain. "But we can't leave her out in that." The Deshayes were not only the richest couple known in France, but they were also the kindest of the upperclass. Any other household would let this woman and her unborn child die in the street.
"Yes, I'll go tend to her. Maybe we can save this woman and her child after all." Lynette turned and left to help the woman give birth.
Four hours later . . .
The woman lay on the couch, her pores spilling out perspiration. But she still looked gorgeous. Her blue eyes were now void of pain. But she would not see the child that she had brought into the world. "I can't take care of it." The woman screamed as she sat up. A large red mustached man came into the room and saw the woman.
"Satine!" He exclaimed as he went over to her. She only seemed partially glad he was there. The other half was fixated on the child. Her skin was as pale if not paler than her mothers, and identical blue eyes were now closed in peaceful sleep.
"Let's go," She wept as she stood up and headed to the door. Laurence and Lynette exchanged glances before looking at the man.
"You forgot your child," Lynette whispered as the woman now known as Satine slammed the front door. The man that had spoken her name looked at the child for a brief moment.
"Please take care of this child. Satine cannot care for it." He left no room for argument. He was gone within a minute of entering.
The Deshayes sat down in the bloody livingroom, only to be confronted with a servant holding the newborn child. "What do I do with her mistress?" Lynette sighed and patted her stomach. Two days ago she had given birth to a little boy, but he had died in the night. She still had milk in her.
"Give her to me." She ordered reluctantly, and once she had the child, she put her to her own breast. "Since we lost our son, let us not lose a chance to have a daughter. Even if she is not of our flesh and blood." The baby began suckling immediately. Laurence ran his fingers through his hair before standing and pacing several minutes infront of the fire.
"Do what you will with her darling." He finally whispered before returning to his quarters. Lynette cradled the child as she let her suckle.
"What shall I call you sweet darling?" The baby didn't respond. It couldn't. It was a child, no older than a day. "Cayenne. That is to be your name."
***
I smile to myself as I expertly pull my red hair into a tight bun and put on my outing hat. Today is the day when I go back to the place where my mother is to be from. I glance at the mirror and am not upset at what I see. My deep blue eyes twinkle with determination, and the color stands out by my subtle use of makeup. I put my slender gloved fingers to my ruby red lips, and look over my thin figure that is tightly closed up in my dress. No one knows that I am not of the Deshayes blood. I have their kindness, their grace, and less forgotten, their money. I thank the Lord that they had not put my up for adoption that very night. But Mother told me more than once that she had fallen in love with me at first sight.
I pick up my suitcase before making my way down the long spiral staircase. One of the servants take it and put it into the carriage, then mother and father bid me farewell. Mother weeps, I admit that I shed a tear or two. And Father just hugs me briefly before I am escorted into the carriage.
"Where will it be ma'am?" The driver asks as we leave my estate. My mind is reeling from flooding thoughts and he has to ask again before he gets my attention.
"Moulin Rouge sir," I reply finally before I turn my gaze out the window. If anyone would know of my mother Satine, they would be there. I knew it deep in my soul.
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Alright, how bad was it? I bet this plot has been used like a million times but I havent read many of these kinds of fics. This came to me during the movie about 30 minutes ago. Please forgive and review hehe.