Sorry I haven't been writing lately... me and my muse didn't get along...um I was watching the tango scene again and I was wondering why not? What would happen if Chocolat didn't save her? So i'm going to give this story a go. Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge.. Some dude named Baz does...hahaha. I wouldn't be here writing this if I did! And I'm pretty sure you guys are smart enough to know that by now lol.

Note: I haven't come up with a title to this one and I'm not quite sure where I'm heading. So if you readers have any ideas please help! The more the merrier! Oh ya, pg-13 for mild language. Sorry folks. 5/18/04 – update. I saw all the mistakes I made and re-did them...6/23/04- nother one

Prologue

"Why does my heart cry?" He knew exactly why. His lover had gone to the tower to save them all. And there was nothing he could do but wait.

"Feelings I can't fight." Jealousy was eating the young poet internally. He couldn't help it.

"Your free to leave me..." Sleep with the villain and all would be spared.

"But just don't deceive me..." He had given her his everything, but was it enough? Surely even the Sparking Diamond had expensive taste.

"And please..." He had to get away from the tango in the dancehall. Sure he fell for a woman who sold herself, but Satine was different, she had changed. He was sure of it. His feet continued to lead him towards his garret but his mind was elsewhere.

"Believe me when I say..." He just wanted her to know that he trusted her. It was the duke he didn't trust.

"I," That he would be all right.

"Love," That their love would overcome all obstacles.

"You." That he wouldn't get jealous. ' Come what may' his heart sang as he stared aimlessly at the balcony of the Gothic Tower.

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"Come what may...I will love you... till my dying day." Satine's heart quietly sang back to assure her poet. Everything will be all right. But everything would not be all right for what she didn't know was she was also quietly chanting their song vocally, oblivious of the maharaja's presence.

"No..." She suddenly let out. She couldn't allow herself to be played a fool. She knew she couldn't sleep with the duke. It was plain and simple. Her love belonged to Christian and Christian alone. No longer was she up for the highest bidder. She couldn't pretend anymore.

"No?" The Duke said in puzzlement. He couldn't believe what she had just said. He looked down at the very strange enchanted young man below.

"Oh I see, it's our very own penniless sitar player..." The truth was told. The courtesan had chosen the sitar player whether he liked it or not. At that moment something inside the Duke snapped. He had always known of the infatuation between the lead actress and the damn writer but just couldn't face it.

"You made me believe that you loved me..." It was a little bit funny, this feeling inside the Duke. He had given her everything. A beautiful new dressing room, a promising career, and a lifetime of wealth and security. He was willing to give her anything. All the diamonds a girl like her could ever want, but she didn't love him back? He was played for a fool. How could this be? Had the writer bewitched her?

"I'll make you believe you love me!" The Duke said in a bitter rage. Jealousy had driven him mad. What did that damn writer have that he didn't? Surely not wealth, and to the Duke, that was the meaning of the word 'love'. A slumbering darkness within the Duke was unleashed on the helpless courtesan.

"Christian!" was all she could say before hitting the floor headfirst and passing out.

X

"Christian..." the wind whispered. It sent a cold shiver down his spine. The feeling was soon shaken off by the many thoughts running through his mind. What was taking her so long? He had been up all night waiting and the morning rays had already chased the night away. Did she choose the Duke over him? Money and wealth over love? Impossible. He loved and was loved in return and that was all that mattered.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Was it her?

"It's open." He heard himself say. The door creaked open and it was none other than Chocolat came in. Christian jumped, surprised at who it was. What was he doing here? Christian looked at Chocolat's pale face and realized something was boldly wrong.

"What's is it?" he asked gently.

"Miss Satine...she's...gone." Chocolat said in his deep voice.

"What?!" Christian's brows knitted in confusion.

"I knew something was wrong." Chocolat hesitated. "So I went to the tower just to make sure I wasn't right but..." He let out a deep sigh and continued. "When I got there, the Duke was hurting her, and I tried to help but..." Chocolat showed Christian a bruise on his arm.

"His man servant was too strong. When I awakened, they were gone."

Christian's eyes began to well up. He couldn't believe it.

"Here..." Chocolat dug his hand in his pocket and took a cloth-like material out. In his hand was a torn piece of silk from Satine's dress.

"This was the only thing I managed to get."

Christian extended his hand and accepted it. He held it to his chest. He knew there was something strange that night when he saw a second figure next to what looked liked Satine. He knew he should have checked, but thought it was best if he just went back to his garret, no questions asked. To show Satine that he trusted her decision. But now, now she was gone, and the poet couldn't help feeling responsible.

"Not to worry..." He said trying to keep himself from breaking down. "We'll find you love. And I'll never keep my eyes of you again."

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Song(s) used : Le Tango du Moulin Rouge- Baz Luhrmann Craig Pearce

Dun dum dum! That's the end. Well for the prologue at least. Pretty good for a noob huh? Tell me what you think about it. And if you guys and gals have any suggestions at how the story is gonna go cause I'm fresh out of them...HELP!!!