Chapter III
Authors note-Okay, I don't own Moulin rouge, blah blah blah, um.what else.er.::ponders:: um.schools coming up so I wont have a steady flow of fan fics..at least I don't THINK I will but who knows! Heehee, well read on.etc..
Chapter III
Christian sat at his desk in the study, tapping away on his type- writer. He was writing his new book, which was a historical fiction novel about a woman, and her children, and a famine. He was about to go onto chapter 10 when he heard the front door open and close.
"Elizabethe?" He called turning slightly toward the sound. He listened for a footstep or a voice, but he heard nothing.
"Bethy?!" He called again, this time a little louder. Still no answer.
Christian stood up and walked to the doorway. He walked down the hall and peered over the banister at the door. No one was there. He turned to go back to his writing. Perhaps, it was just the wind.or maybe he WAS going crazy and he was hearing noises. He was about to turn into the study when a streak of red and black ran past him. He turned quickly and followed the blur.
"Who are you!?" He cried, running down the hall. All he heard was a giggle.
"Elizabthe, this is NOT funny!" He cried, turning a corner. He stopped short and gasped, as he came face to face with what he had been perusing,
"Satine!" He breathed. And it was indeed her, standing right in front of him with her read hair curling down her back and shoulders and her lips painted red. Her corset was as tight as ever, and she was graced in black satin. Her eyes were widened in the most astonished look Christian had ever seen.
"Satine." He breathed again, stepping towards her. She took a sharp step back.
"Christian, how could you?!" She whispered, her hands tucked under her chin. He gave her a bewildered look.
"You said you'd love me forever, and yet you marry another!" She said, tears welling in her deep blue eyes.
"I do love you but I-"
"Stop! Say no more! I don't wish to repeat the shattering, wrenching, in- DESCRIBABLE pain my heart suffered the day you said 'I do'!"
"Satine, you're.." Suddenly it dawned on him, and he became very scared, "You're dead..how..what?!..you." He stuttered.
"That's very true.I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"The hell I would! You died five years ago! How could I not?"
"You were fooled for a little while." She said quietly. She stepped closer to him, "Darling." She purred into his ear, "Come with me, I love you.." She brushed his ear with her soft lips.
"I.I.I." He stumbled over his words.
"Oh shh!." She put a finger to his lips, "Mummy's here." She purred softly and captured his lips in hers. For a second, Christian was under her spell, completely. He was powerless to her, and going with her, to wherever she was going, didn't seem like a bad idea..
"I love you.." She purred again.
"I love.." Christian started. But then he realized what he was doing. He was married, to a beautiful, young, talented, smart, ALIVE woman., "Elizabethe!" He finished.
"Oh!" She giggled thoughtlessly and kissed him again. It took a second for it to sink into her head. She ripped her mouth from his.
"Elizabethe!?" She yelled.
"Yes, Elizabethe! My wife! I can't leave her!" He stepped away from her, "I'm sorry."
She looked at him in a hurt face.
"Never knew, I could feel like this.." She sang softly as she disappeared. Christian sighed, and touched his lips. For a few fleeting moments, he had that joy that he had lost so long ago, right on his face. He slumped back into the study, and sat at his type writer, and although, he still had about 40 more chapters to go, he couldn't concentrate.
Well, that's that.for chapter II.remember, read and review kay?
Authors note-Okay, I don't own Moulin rouge, blah blah blah, um.what else.er.::ponders:: um.schools coming up so I wont have a steady flow of fan fics..at least I don't THINK I will but who knows! Heehee, well read on.etc..
Chapter III
Christian sat at his desk in the study, tapping away on his type- writer. He was writing his new book, which was a historical fiction novel about a woman, and her children, and a famine. He was about to go onto chapter 10 when he heard the front door open and close.
"Elizabethe?" He called turning slightly toward the sound. He listened for a footstep or a voice, but he heard nothing.
"Bethy?!" He called again, this time a little louder. Still no answer.
Christian stood up and walked to the doorway. He walked down the hall and peered over the banister at the door. No one was there. He turned to go back to his writing. Perhaps, it was just the wind.or maybe he WAS going crazy and he was hearing noises. He was about to turn into the study when a streak of red and black ran past him. He turned quickly and followed the blur.
"Who are you!?" He cried, running down the hall. All he heard was a giggle.
"Elizabthe, this is NOT funny!" He cried, turning a corner. He stopped short and gasped, as he came face to face with what he had been perusing,
"Satine!" He breathed. And it was indeed her, standing right in front of him with her read hair curling down her back and shoulders and her lips painted red. Her corset was as tight as ever, and she was graced in black satin. Her eyes were widened in the most astonished look Christian had ever seen.
"Satine." He breathed again, stepping towards her. She took a sharp step back.
"Christian, how could you?!" She whispered, her hands tucked under her chin. He gave her a bewildered look.
"You said you'd love me forever, and yet you marry another!" She said, tears welling in her deep blue eyes.
"I do love you but I-"
"Stop! Say no more! I don't wish to repeat the shattering, wrenching, in- DESCRIBABLE pain my heart suffered the day you said 'I do'!"
"Satine, you're.." Suddenly it dawned on him, and he became very scared, "You're dead..how..what?!..you." He stuttered.
"That's very true.I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"The hell I would! You died five years ago! How could I not?"
"You were fooled for a little while." She said quietly. She stepped closer to him, "Darling." She purred into his ear, "Come with me, I love you.." She brushed his ear with her soft lips.
"I.I.I." He stumbled over his words.
"Oh shh!." She put a finger to his lips, "Mummy's here." She purred softly and captured his lips in hers. For a second, Christian was under her spell, completely. He was powerless to her, and going with her, to wherever she was going, didn't seem like a bad idea..
"I love you.." She purred again.
"I love.." Christian started. But then he realized what he was doing. He was married, to a beautiful, young, talented, smart, ALIVE woman., "Elizabethe!" He finished.
"Oh!" She giggled thoughtlessly and kissed him again. It took a second for it to sink into her head. She ripped her mouth from his.
"Elizabethe!?" She yelled.
"Yes, Elizabethe! My wife! I can't leave her!" He stepped away from her, "I'm sorry."
She looked at him in a hurt face.
"Never knew, I could feel like this.." She sang softly as she disappeared. Christian sighed, and touched his lips. For a few fleeting moments, he had that joy that he had lost so long ago, right on his face. He slumped back into the study, and sat at his type writer, and although, he still had about 40 more chapters to go, he couldn't concentrate.
Well, that's that.for chapter II.remember, read and review kay?