A/N: Here's my first fanfic! I hope you like it! I do not own the Moulin Rouge. Otherwise the whole movie would have waaaaaaay more scenes with Ewan McGregor :D
Chapter 1
The audience was still waiting for the cast to come out again. The bright lights of the theater barely shown through the thick curtains to show the scene on top of a bed of flower petals. People scrambling to get the doctor before it was too late, or just standing, dumfounded, as another drama, different than the one that happened onstage, occurred.
"C-Christian… I'm dying." Satines words were barely heard on the massive stage, but for the one that they mattered the most to, they were much too loud.
"Shh... shh. It'll be all right," he said, not believing yet what was happening.
"You've got to go on, Christian. You've got so much to give," she whispered through her bloodied lips, stroking his cheek tenderly.
"No, I can't go on without you," Christian said through sobs.
"Tell our story, Christian," she whispered again. Her eyes had started to become dull, blankly looking at nothing in the direction of her lover's face.
"Promise me."
He shakily nodded through his tears, still holding her as she lay on the ground.
"I'I'll always be with you."
He nodded again and kissed her, his body shaking from the sobs. As he looked up at her again, he saw her body had stopped moving completely, her beautiful blue eyes just motionless dull orbs in her face. Satine was dead.
As Christian continued to sob onstage, the audience kept clapping, oblivious to the tragedy that had just occurred. An angry and defeated man walked out the door into the cold, and the snow kept falling, falling, on the Moulin Rouge.
Come what may…
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Christian looked down at his typewriter. The end. Their story was finally finished. With a choked-back sob, he looked around the room. There were pages all around the walls and bottles of Absinthe littering the floor around piles of clothes and dirty dishes.
He looked out at the Moulin Rouge. After that first performance, the Duke shut the theater down and it was now just an empty shell except for the memories of fun and pleasure. He was similarly empty except for his broken love for Satine. Now that he had completed his final gift to his lover, he didn't know what to do with his life.
Sighing, he got up and stretched. He could feel his bones cracking and winced. He then put on his coat and scarf and walked out of his apartment.
He passed by the elephant on his way to the theater and stopped. So many good memories lay inside, but he did not go in. For the bad memories also were in there: the Duke, the last night, the very fact that Satine, his only love, was dead.
Come what may…
The Duke hadn't been heard of for some time since that last night. A couple of weeks ago, however, there was news of the Duke's fortunes being stolen, his estate being burnt to the ground, and his reputation ruined.
But right now, Christian could not bear to think of the sadness that had consumed Satine's and his lives in the Moulin Rouge. Instead, he remembered the way she looked when he first saw her, the way they had sung and danced in the elephant, the days and nights in his apartment.
I will love you…
Christian shook his head to dislodge his thoughts. They only lead to despair, after all.
He could hear someone's footsteps on the pavement but didn't turn around. Only when the footsteps came closer and he had the thought that they might be coming towards him did he turn and face the person.
And in those short moments, he had only a few thoughts. The man in front of him was the Duke, dressed in ratty clothes and pointing a pistol to Christian's head. He heard a bullet shot, then darkness. As he fell, his only thought was of Satine.
Until my dying day.
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As Christian's body fell limply to the ground, his soul drifted upward in the form of a small light. As it flew up to the sky and the stars, it was joined by another light. They shone brightly as they flew together, illuminating the sky as a shooting star. But as the lights flew down to earth again, they split apart, becoming soft glows again. They deposited themselves into two children, a boy born into poverty and a life on the streets, and a girl who was rich and talented and beautiful.
But as their souls glowed as the children were born, they would only truly be whole again until they met each other once more, this time hopefully with better results.
There it is! I hope you liked it! This is only the introduction, so the real story will be in the next chapter I put out. Please review!