Disclaimer and stuff: Yeah, yeah, I don't own Ewan...but if I did, OOOOH BABY! And Moulin Rouge and all the other characters aren't mine either....*BAZ IS THE MAN!* HOWEVER!!! Chloe is mine so don't steal her...PWEASE?!?!? I'll cry :) But anyways, MY WRITERS BLOCK IS GONE!! ON WITH CHAPTER TWO!!!
As they walked the streets of Monmarte, Christian and Chole talked about the past and what they had been up to. Actually, it was Christian who did most of the talking, he went on and one about Satine and his book and telling the story of their love so fast, you'd think he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Chloe walked alongside him and nodded politely, listening to every word. She had always been a good listener, always listening to what Christian and Satine had to say. Finally, before they knew it, they were outside Christian's garret.
"So, would you like to come up and read what I have written?" Christian asked. "I normally don't let people read my work, but I figure since you were Satine's friend, you would want to read it."
Chloe looked at him, then tears came to her eyes. "I would like that very much," she said, as they headed up to his garret.
When they got up there, Christian immediately wished he hadn't invited her up. The place was a mess. Paper all over the place, absinthe bottles strewn about the floor, clothes heaped up all over the place, (A/N: Sounds like my apartment... :-D) and the stench of filth and absinthe was overpowering. Christian looked at Chloe ashamedly. "It's a bit of a mess I'm afraid."
Chloe smiled and looked at him. "Nah, it's just the typical abode of the writer," she said. "Besides, I've seen worse," she laughed, walked across the garret looking for a clean spot to sit. Christian cleared her off a spot on his bed, and she sat down, folding her hands in her lap.
"How about a drink?" Christian said. "I'm sure I have something around here other than liquid hallucinogens," he said, going into the kitchen. Chloe laughed as she stood up and wandered to his typewriter. "Water's fine," she said, looking at the thick stack of papers by the typewriter. "Is this....the story?" She said, running her finger over the top page.
Christian stood next to her. "Yeah, it is. It's the story of Satine and I," he said, handing Chloe some water. "Here, it's not exactly ice cold, but it's better than nothing."
"It's fine, thanks," Chloe said, drinking her water.
Christian looked from his typewriter to Chloe. "You know, I've gone on and on about myself, and you haven't gotten in a word edgewise. How was your life outside the Moulin Rouge?"
Chloe put her glass down and looked at Christian with sad eyes. "Actually, I wish I was still there, taking my chances with the upper class scum. At least they have some class."
"What do you mean," Christian said, sitting at the typewriter and motioning for Chloe to pull up a chair.
She sat on the chair and looked sadly into his eyes. She then rolled up her sleeve to reveal a scar running from her elbow all the way up to her shoulder. It looked like a fresh cut that hadn't been doctored. Christian looked at the gruesome scar, then at Chloe's face.
"What happened to your-"
"I guess some people just can't take no for an answer," Chloe said, smiling bitterly as she began to roll her sleeve back down.
"No, that's hasn't been taken care of," Christian said. "Here, let me...." he said, grabbing some brandy and a bandage from a shelf. He began to doctor her arm as she continued.
"Satine and I had a plan. We were going to run away from the Moulin Rouge and leave Harold behind. We had planned it since I first came there. We began to save up a little money at a time, waiting until we had enough to get far enough away from here. When you came along, Satine's motivation grew even more. That night that she came to you to tell you of her choice of the Duke, she came to me afterward. She broke down and told me her side of the story before Harold could feed me some more lies. Harold had told her she was dying, and that to save you, she had to hurt you. She really thought she was doing the best thing for you. After the opening of Spectacular, Spectacular, I was to come to you and bring you to the train station in Monmarte, where Satine would be waiting for you, ready to run away with you. But, as you know, it didn't work out that way. But what Satine didn't know was, Harold knew she was dying. The bastard knew she was dying and didn't tell her so his precious show could go on. Well, he got his show. When Satine died, I knew I couldn't stay there a moment longer with Harold and the other scum. I ran into my room and grabbed the money I had saved, a few personal items, and I ran. I ran until I thought I would die. The whole time I wept. I wept for Satine, I wept for myself, and I wept for you losing Satine. I took what money I had and looked for a place to stay the night, but before I could, I was jumped and robbed. The only thing they left me was this," Chloe reached into a pocket on her tattered dress and pulled out a photo. Christian looked at her and tears came to his eyes. It was a picture of Chloe and Satine. It must have been taken long before Satine met Christian. Her hair was much shorter and her face looked much younger, with less wear on it. Chloe looked no more than seventeen.
Chloe put the picture back in her pocket. "Satine was the one at the Moulin Rouge who took me under her wing. She was like my mother, looking after me, making sure I was ok, and she kept people like the Duke away from me." Composing herself, she finished her story. "Needless to say, the next thing I know, I'm living in an alley. I begin to work so I could feed myself. Then one night, as I'm walking home, if you could call it a home, from work, I found myself cornered by some men. They begin to taunt me. They had found out about my past at the Moulin Rouge. One of them said, and I'll never forget it, 'Let's see if she'll fuck for free as good as she can for diamonds.' I had never been so scared. Well, I put up a fight, one of them pulled out a knife, cut me, and left me for dead, bleeding in that alley. I remember as I lay there bleeding, too weak to move. I know this is going to sound insane, but I heard Satine's voice. She told me to get up and not let anyone ever win against me. Well, ripped some of my dress, wrapped it around my arm and went home. That was about a week ago." When she finished she had tears in her eyes, as did Christian.
"God, Chloe, I had no idea. I'm so sorry," Christian said.
Chloe looked at him and burst into tears. "I was so scared, Christian...so scared."
Christian got out of his chair and went to her. He put his arms around her, somewhat awkwardly. It had been so long since he had held another human being. He stroked her hair and let her cry it out until she was finished.
When her crying had subsided, Chloe said something to Christian, something he had wanted to hear since Satine's death.
"I can take you to her," Chloe said, wiping tears from her eyes.
(A/N: Welp, that's chapter two...hope you guys enjoyed it...it came to me in like two minutes, so it may be full of plot holes and what not, but you know what? It's my story and I don't care :-D BWHAHAHAH! Anywho, I'm also working on a songfic, so look for that too...don't forget to Read and Review...I love to know what I am doing right and wrong, just no flames...constructive criticism is what I prefer to call it...~*Sarah*~)
As they walked the streets of Monmarte, Christian and Chole talked about the past and what they had been up to. Actually, it was Christian who did most of the talking, he went on and one about Satine and his book and telling the story of their love so fast, you'd think he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Chloe walked alongside him and nodded politely, listening to every word. She had always been a good listener, always listening to what Christian and Satine had to say. Finally, before they knew it, they were outside Christian's garret.
"So, would you like to come up and read what I have written?" Christian asked. "I normally don't let people read my work, but I figure since you were Satine's friend, you would want to read it."
Chloe looked at him, then tears came to her eyes. "I would like that very much," she said, as they headed up to his garret.
When they got up there, Christian immediately wished he hadn't invited her up. The place was a mess. Paper all over the place, absinthe bottles strewn about the floor, clothes heaped up all over the place, (A/N: Sounds like my apartment... :-D) and the stench of filth and absinthe was overpowering. Christian looked at Chloe ashamedly. "It's a bit of a mess I'm afraid."
Chloe smiled and looked at him. "Nah, it's just the typical abode of the writer," she said. "Besides, I've seen worse," she laughed, walked across the garret looking for a clean spot to sit. Christian cleared her off a spot on his bed, and she sat down, folding her hands in her lap.
"How about a drink?" Christian said. "I'm sure I have something around here other than liquid hallucinogens," he said, going into the kitchen. Chloe laughed as she stood up and wandered to his typewriter. "Water's fine," she said, looking at the thick stack of papers by the typewriter. "Is this....the story?" She said, running her finger over the top page.
Christian stood next to her. "Yeah, it is. It's the story of Satine and I," he said, handing Chloe some water. "Here, it's not exactly ice cold, but it's better than nothing."
"It's fine, thanks," Chloe said, drinking her water.
Christian looked from his typewriter to Chloe. "You know, I've gone on and on about myself, and you haven't gotten in a word edgewise. How was your life outside the Moulin Rouge?"
Chloe put her glass down and looked at Christian with sad eyes. "Actually, I wish I was still there, taking my chances with the upper class scum. At least they have some class."
"What do you mean," Christian said, sitting at the typewriter and motioning for Chloe to pull up a chair.
She sat on the chair and looked sadly into his eyes. She then rolled up her sleeve to reveal a scar running from her elbow all the way up to her shoulder. It looked like a fresh cut that hadn't been doctored. Christian looked at the gruesome scar, then at Chloe's face.
"What happened to your-"
"I guess some people just can't take no for an answer," Chloe said, smiling bitterly as she began to roll her sleeve back down.
"No, that's hasn't been taken care of," Christian said. "Here, let me...." he said, grabbing some brandy and a bandage from a shelf. He began to doctor her arm as she continued.
"Satine and I had a plan. We were going to run away from the Moulin Rouge and leave Harold behind. We had planned it since I first came there. We began to save up a little money at a time, waiting until we had enough to get far enough away from here. When you came along, Satine's motivation grew even more. That night that she came to you to tell you of her choice of the Duke, she came to me afterward. She broke down and told me her side of the story before Harold could feed me some more lies. Harold had told her she was dying, and that to save you, she had to hurt you. She really thought she was doing the best thing for you. After the opening of Spectacular, Spectacular, I was to come to you and bring you to the train station in Monmarte, where Satine would be waiting for you, ready to run away with you. But, as you know, it didn't work out that way. But what Satine didn't know was, Harold knew she was dying. The bastard knew she was dying and didn't tell her so his precious show could go on. Well, he got his show. When Satine died, I knew I couldn't stay there a moment longer with Harold and the other scum. I ran into my room and grabbed the money I had saved, a few personal items, and I ran. I ran until I thought I would die. The whole time I wept. I wept for Satine, I wept for myself, and I wept for you losing Satine. I took what money I had and looked for a place to stay the night, but before I could, I was jumped and robbed. The only thing they left me was this," Chloe reached into a pocket on her tattered dress and pulled out a photo. Christian looked at her and tears came to his eyes. It was a picture of Chloe and Satine. It must have been taken long before Satine met Christian. Her hair was much shorter and her face looked much younger, with less wear on it. Chloe looked no more than seventeen.
Chloe put the picture back in her pocket. "Satine was the one at the Moulin Rouge who took me under her wing. She was like my mother, looking after me, making sure I was ok, and she kept people like the Duke away from me." Composing herself, she finished her story. "Needless to say, the next thing I know, I'm living in an alley. I begin to work so I could feed myself. Then one night, as I'm walking home, if you could call it a home, from work, I found myself cornered by some men. They begin to taunt me. They had found out about my past at the Moulin Rouge. One of them said, and I'll never forget it, 'Let's see if she'll fuck for free as good as she can for diamonds.' I had never been so scared. Well, I put up a fight, one of them pulled out a knife, cut me, and left me for dead, bleeding in that alley. I remember as I lay there bleeding, too weak to move. I know this is going to sound insane, but I heard Satine's voice. She told me to get up and not let anyone ever win against me. Well, ripped some of my dress, wrapped it around my arm and went home. That was about a week ago." When she finished she had tears in her eyes, as did Christian.
"God, Chloe, I had no idea. I'm so sorry," Christian said.
Chloe looked at him and burst into tears. "I was so scared, Christian...so scared."
Christian got out of his chair and went to her. He put his arms around her, somewhat awkwardly. It had been so long since he had held another human being. He stroked her hair and let her cry it out until she was finished.
When her crying had subsided, Chloe said something to Christian, something he had wanted to hear since Satine's death.
"I can take you to her," Chloe said, wiping tears from her eyes.
(A/N: Welp, that's chapter two...hope you guys enjoyed it...it came to me in like two minutes, so it may be full of plot holes and what not, but you know what? It's my story and I don't care :-D BWHAHAHAH! Anywho, I'm also working on a songfic, so look for that too...don't forget to Read and Review...I love to know what I am doing right and wrong, just no flames...constructive criticism is what I prefer to call it...~*Sarah*~)