OK, this is my first ever Moulin Rouge fan fic. I don't yet, but I WILL have a site some day in the near future. It's a very, very long story that I know none of you want to hear. I'll post it up either in a later part or seperate place, but I am very new to the MR world.
You all don't know me at all! I come from the Buffy-world...more specifically, the Buffy/Spike 'shipper world (I have a site for them too- http://www.midnitedreams.net/sinister), so I'm VERY new at writing fan fics for anything other than those two. (OK, but the B/S site isn't up either...switching domains is a pain!)
So...be gentle and don't make me cry if you send me flames. :)
Also, please forgive any of the stupid errors- spelling, punctuation, etc. I don't have a Moulin Rouge beta-reader...are there MR beta-readers?
Perfect Life
By *~Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Damn, I wish they were mine...no, actually, all I want is Christian to be mine. Anyway, all the main characters belong to Baz Luhrmann and Co, so no copyright infringements were intended. This is my story and not meant to copy the movie.
Rating: Hmm, probably PG-13, just because I like writing everything in that rating. It's pretty much readable if you've seen the movie.
Summary: OK, everyone has done their own little version of what if Satine didn't die and she and/or Christian and she still run away. So...here's my version (And I'm praying that it won't suck) So...alternate ending and you'll see where it picks up very easily.
Spoilers: Uh...watch the movie...
Author's Notes: _______ Signifies thoughts. There's 1 scene that's in Italics, which means it's in the past. And I know NOTHING about what trains were like in 1900; the symptoms and cures for TB/consumption, or ANYTHING about France...so when I give a name of a place, just go along with it.
Distribution: My Moulin Rouge site (eventually), any groups (archives only) that this goes to has automatic permission, and if anyone else can ask me...I'll probably say yes. (I just like to know where it's going to go)
Feedback? OF COURSE! Unless its flames...well, flames are okay...but I cry easily.
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Christian stared out the window of his small room. He searched the ground, looking around for any sight of his love, Satine. He glanced back and forth between people, looking for any sight of her fire-red hair or slim figure in the crowd.
The two of them were planning on running away together. He wanted to get her away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge, and away from any part of this life that was keeping them apart. He knew she felt the same way...after their promises of being together, there was nothing that could keep them apart.
Where is she? He thought to himself as he frowned. She had been gone for a good four hours and dread began to fill him. What if she isn't coming back? he thought. But Satine wouldn't lie to me...would she? No, Christian was sure she would return. After what the two had said to each other, she was going to come back.
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"I couldn't!" Satine shouted as she ran into his room and straight into his open arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she cried out. "I couldn't go through with it." She stepped back and placed her hands on his cheeks, looking into his eyes...wanting to make sure that he was real. "I saw you there and I...I felt different and I couldn't pretend. And the duke! He saw...he saw, and he..." she wrapped her arms around his neck again, whispering into his ear, "Christian, I love you."
"It's okay..." Christian replied into her ear He whispered soothing words into her ear, trying to steady and calm her down. She had come to him, and that's all that mattered. She loved him. He loved her with all his existence, and suddenly, he knew what they should do.
She hugged him again as she spoke, "And I couldn't do it." She tried so speak evenly, but choked back sobs. "I didn't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to lie...and he knows, and he saw!"
"It's okay, you don't have to pretend anymore," Christian said to her softly. He looked into her eyes, saying, "we'll leave...we'll leave tonight."
Satine stopped moving, staring at him in confusion. "Leave? But...what about the show?" All the hard work he put into his show and he wants to leave it all behind?
"I don't care, I don't care about the show." Christian said, placing his hands around her gently. We have each other, and that's all that matters." He wiped a tear from her cheek.
Satine gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but love reflecting in his pools of blue. Instantly, she was calmed...yes, this was right. Escaping from this life...flying away with her lover by her side. It felt right in her heart. Yes, as long as we have each other..." Satine slowly said. She kissed him quickly, "we have each other..."
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Christian was pulled out of his thoughts as he concentrated on waiting patiently. His bag was packed and waiting on the bed so they two could leave. Suddenly, he heard the door open behind him. He whirled around and looked at Satine.
She was dressed in a tightly fitting gray and black dress, with a black lace-veil covering her face. There were no bags in her hand and she stood in the doorway with a serious expression on her face. He watched her take a deep breath and quickly brace herself against the fireplace mantle.
Right away Christian knew that something about this wasn't right...
"What's wrong?" Christian asked slowly.
"I'm staying with the duke." She told him solemnly. Satine tried to think up more lies, saying, "After I left you, the duke came to see me and he offered me everything...everything that I've ever dreamed of." Satine fought her tears as she watched Christian's expression go blank. "He has one condition...I must never see you again. I'm sorry." She inwardly cringed when she saw his eyes cloud with anger and confusion. Christian, I'm sorry...I'm *so* sorry, she thought, wanting to say the words to him.
"What are you talking about?" Christian asked. Millions of jumbled thoughts began racing through his mind. He had been so sure that she felt the same way about him. He'd been so confident that she would escape from the Moulin Rouge with him. What? How can she be saying this to me? He asked himself, confused.
"You knew who I was..." Satine started, thinking up lies...trying not to cry in front of him. She would never let him see how weak she could really be.
"What are you saying?" Christian asked as he started walking up towards her. "What about last night...what we said?"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home." Satine tried to keep her voice from wavering. You're my home! She wanted to yell out to him. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, breathe in his scent, and leave this place forever. No, I have to convince him. I can't let him see me...
"No...there must be something else, this- this can't be real." Christian said, stumbling over his own words. "There's something the matter...tell me what it is. Tell me what's wrong!" He grabbed onto her shoulders as she tried to back up out of the room. Christian pulled her back up to her full height and stopped her from trying to get away. "Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth!" He demanded.
Satine started coughing and couldn't stop. No, stop! she tried to tell herself. She felt her knees get weak and tried to stand. "The...truth?" she tried to speak, but her cough didn't end. "The- the truth is...that..." She started backing up, still coughing as she felt her breath quicken and her eyesight start to fade. No...no! she thought. I almost had him convinced.
"Satine!" Christian cried out, trying to get her to stand. He watched her cough, his eyes widening when he saw specks of red flying out of her mouth. Blood...she's coughing up blood? Instantly, he knew something more serious was going on...there was something that she wasn't telling him.
"Christian..." Satine moaned before falling unconscious. She pitched forward into Christian's arms, causing Christian to almost loose his balance. He fell back a couple of steps and gasped, trying to get a better hold of Satine. He made his way over to his bed, gently placing Satine on her back.
He took off her hat and smoothed back her hair, which had come undone in several places. Satine, my love, what's happened to you? he thought as he wiped away the spots of blood that were around her mouth. Quickly, he rose and turned on his heels, running out the door and towards the town to fetch a doctor.
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You all don't know me at all! I come from the Buffy-world...more specifically, the Buffy/Spike 'shipper world (I have a site for them too- http://www.midnitedreams.net/sinister), so I'm VERY new at writing fan fics for anything other than those two. (OK, but the B/S site isn't up either...switching domains is a pain!)
So...be gentle and don't make me cry if you send me flames. :)
Also, please forgive any of the stupid errors- spelling, punctuation, etc. I don't have a Moulin Rouge beta-reader...are there MR beta-readers?
Perfect Life
By *~Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Damn, I wish they were mine...no, actually, all I want is Christian to be mine. Anyway, all the main characters belong to Baz Luhrmann and Co, so no copyright infringements were intended. This is my story and not meant to copy the movie.
Rating: Hmm, probably PG-13, just because I like writing everything in that rating. It's pretty much readable if you've seen the movie.
Summary: OK, everyone has done their own little version of what if Satine didn't die and she and/or Christian and she still run away. So...here's my version (And I'm praying that it won't suck) So...alternate ending and you'll see where it picks up very easily.
Spoilers: Uh...watch the movie...
Author's Notes: _______ Signifies thoughts. There's 1 scene that's in Italics, which means it's in the past. And I know NOTHING about what trains were like in 1900; the symptoms and cures for TB/consumption, or ANYTHING about France...so when I give a name of a place, just go along with it.
Distribution: My Moulin Rouge site (eventually), any groups (archives only) that this goes to has automatic permission, and if anyone else can ask me...I'll probably say yes. (I just like to know where it's going to go)
Feedback? OF COURSE! Unless its flames...well, flames are okay...but I cry easily.
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Christian stared out the window of his small room. He searched the ground, looking around for any sight of his love, Satine. He glanced back and forth between people, looking for any sight of her fire-red hair or slim figure in the crowd.
The two of them were planning on running away together. He wanted to get her away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge, and away from any part of this life that was keeping them apart. He knew she felt the same way...after their promises of being together, there was nothing that could keep them apart.
Where is she? He thought to himself as he frowned. She had been gone for a good four hours and dread began to fill him. What if she isn't coming back? he thought. But Satine wouldn't lie to me...would she? No, Christian was sure she would return. After what the two had said to each other, she was going to come back.
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"I couldn't!" Satine shouted as she ran into his room and straight into his open arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she cried out. "I couldn't go through with it." She stepped back and placed her hands on his cheeks, looking into his eyes...wanting to make sure that he was real. "I saw you there and I...I felt different and I couldn't pretend. And the duke! He saw...he saw, and he..." she wrapped her arms around his neck again, whispering into his ear, "Christian, I love you."
"It's okay..." Christian replied into her ear He whispered soothing words into her ear, trying to steady and calm her down. She had come to him, and that's all that mattered. She loved him. He loved her with all his existence, and suddenly, he knew what they should do.
She hugged him again as she spoke, "And I couldn't do it." She tried so speak evenly, but choked back sobs. "I didn't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to lie...and he knows, and he saw!"
"It's okay, you don't have to pretend anymore," Christian said to her softly. He looked into her eyes, saying, "we'll leave...we'll leave tonight."
Satine stopped moving, staring at him in confusion. "Leave? But...what about the show?" All the hard work he put into his show and he wants to leave it all behind?
"I don't care, I don't care about the show." Christian said, placing his hands around her gently. We have each other, and that's all that matters." He wiped a tear from her cheek.
Satine gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but love reflecting in his pools of blue. Instantly, she was calmed...yes, this was right. Escaping from this life...flying away with her lover by her side. It felt right in her heart. Yes, as long as we have each other..." Satine slowly said. She kissed him quickly, "we have each other..."
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Christian was pulled out of his thoughts as he concentrated on waiting patiently. His bag was packed and waiting on the bed so they two could leave. Suddenly, he heard the door open behind him. He whirled around and looked at Satine.
She was dressed in a tightly fitting gray and black dress, with a black lace-veil covering her face. There were no bags in her hand and she stood in the doorway with a serious expression on her face. He watched her take a deep breath and quickly brace herself against the fireplace mantle.
Right away Christian knew that something about this wasn't right...
"What's wrong?" Christian asked slowly.
"I'm staying with the duke." She told him solemnly. Satine tried to think up more lies, saying, "After I left you, the duke came to see me and he offered me everything...everything that I've ever dreamed of." Satine fought her tears as she watched Christian's expression go blank. "He has one condition...I must never see you again. I'm sorry." She inwardly cringed when she saw his eyes cloud with anger and confusion. Christian, I'm sorry...I'm *so* sorry, she thought, wanting to say the words to him.
"What are you talking about?" Christian asked. Millions of jumbled thoughts began racing through his mind. He had been so sure that she felt the same way about him. He'd been so confident that she would escape from the Moulin Rouge with him. What? How can she be saying this to me? He asked himself, confused.
"You knew who I was..." Satine started, thinking up lies...trying not to cry in front of him. She would never let him see how weak she could really be.
"What are you saying?" Christian asked as he started walking up towards her. "What about last night...what we said?"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home." Satine tried to keep her voice from wavering. You're my home! She wanted to yell out to him. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, breathe in his scent, and leave this place forever. No, I have to convince him. I can't let him see me...
"No...there must be something else, this- this can't be real." Christian said, stumbling over his own words. "There's something the matter...tell me what it is. Tell me what's wrong!" He grabbed onto her shoulders as she tried to back up out of the room. Christian pulled her back up to her full height and stopped her from trying to get away. "Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth!" He demanded.
Satine started coughing and couldn't stop. No, stop! she tried to tell herself. She felt her knees get weak and tried to stand. "The...truth?" she tried to speak, but her cough didn't end. "The- the truth is...that..." She started backing up, still coughing as she felt her breath quicken and her eyesight start to fade. No...no! she thought. I almost had him convinced.
"Satine!" Christian cried out, trying to get her to stand. He watched her cough, his eyes widening when he saw specks of red flying out of her mouth. Blood...she's coughing up blood? Instantly, he knew something more serious was going on...there was something that she wasn't telling him.
"Christian..." Satine moaned before falling unconscious. She pitched forward into Christian's arms, causing Christian to almost loose his balance. He fell back a couple of steps and gasped, trying to get a better hold of Satine. He made his way over to his bed, gently placing Satine on her back.
He took off her hat and smoothed back her hair, which had come undone in several places. Satine, my love, what's happened to you? he thought as he wiped away the spots of blood that were around her mouth. Quickly, he rose and turned on his heels, running out the door and towards the town to fetch a doctor.
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