b Chapter VI b
Christian didn't want to tell Elizabethe about his encounter with Satine. He knew she would worry, and he didn't want that. So, during dinner he didn't mention it at all, and convinced her that nothing out of the ordinary happened. He was so convincing in fact, that he started to believe himself that nothing happened, and it was not until he started hearing noises again that night, that he realized he HAD seen Satine.
"Elizabethe!" He gasped, sitting up in bed.
"What?" She moaned, rolling over.
"Did you hear that!?" He asked.
"No.go back to bed. It was probably just the wind." She said, her eyes still closed.
"Okay." Christian said uneasily, lying back down. He closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep, but suddenly, the lights started to flash on and off.
"Elizabethe!" He cried sitting up again.
"What is it, dear?!" She asked, sitting up too.
"The lights." he trailed, but stopped, for the lights had stopped.
"What about them?" She asked, confused. Christian looked around, rubbing the back of his neck.
"They were flashing..just a second ago." He turned to Elizabethe who had a look of doubt on her face. He grasped her hands, "Bethy, tell me you saw them flashing." He said.
"I didn't see any lights flashing. Perhaps it was but a dream, dear." She said, curling up besides him.
"Perhaps." He said, kissing her head. She smiled and kissed his shoulder.
"It's late, Chris-" She started, but her smile faded as the lights started to flicker again.
"Tell me you see that." He said, his eyes widening.
"Indeed I do." She replied, her eyes equally as wide. She got out of bed, to flick the switch but the window besides her burst open and started to flap angrily, the curtains blowing out at her. She let out a shriek as she ran out of the room. Christian leapt out of bed and followed her down the hall, where all sorts of things were going haywire.
Elizabethe let out a startled cry as the small table in front of her tipped over, shattering her glass vase, and sending shards every which way. She turned to Christian,
"What's going on?!" She asked, taking deep panicked breaths. He couldn't find his voice, so he just shoot his head. In all seriousness, he DID know what was going on, Satine was going on a rampage..and she seemed like the wrong ghost to piss off. The two ran down the stairs, towards the door, hoping to escape, but as soon as Christian's hand touched the door knob, he moaned in pain. The door knob was practically on fire! While he inspected his freshly blistering hand, Elizabthe scanned the room, looking for an alternative exit. She ran to the kitchen to see if anything was going wrong there, but turned out of there as fast as she entered, followed by a whole army of cutlery.
"Christian!" She screamed, running by. Christian grabbed her arm and shoved her it the coat room and closed and locked the door behind her. That would keep her out of trouble. He grabbed one of the couch covers from the living room and threw it over the flying knives and forks.
"Christian! What did you do that for?!!" She cried, banging on the door with her fists. But Christian wasn't listening to his wife. He was running up the stairs, screaming for Satine to show herself. He burst into one of the guest rooms to find her, taking out the linens from the drawers and flinging them about the room.
"Satine! Stop this madness!!" He cried, grabbing her wrist. She laughed maliciously as his hand passed right through her.
"What a shame. I was so looking forward to you harming me too!" She pouted.
"Why are you doing this?! I explained to you, I have a life now, why can't you just accept that?"
"You were supposed to have a life with ME, Christian!"
"I know. And every time I think about the life we could have lead, it pains me, but you must realize..I had to get on with my life. Would you rather I be miserable?" He asked. She glared at him.
"I know what you're doing. You're trying to make ME feel guilty. You're trying to make it seem like I was in the wrong! Don't you dare, Christian! Don't you play your mind tricks on me! I didn't go and marry another! I didn't break your heart!"
"You're dead!!!!!" He screamed angrily. She stopped in mid-fling of a pillow case.
"What did you say?" She asked, her mouth hanging open.
"I said, You're dead. You are no longer living! We couldn't have had a life together! Don't you see that? We live in different worlds now!" He said, taking his voice back down to its normal level.
"But I-"
"But, NOTHING, Satine. There is no way, you or I could have had a life. Get over it! And get out of my house!" He spat angrily.
She stared at him for a moment and faded into the dark.
"I'll love you." She sang softly. "Until the end of time."
-The End-
Okay.I know that was really lame and really short.and really really BAD! And Really really POINTLESS! And..well.let me put it this way: All flames are sent by pushing that button down there.. ~A.P~
Christian didn't want to tell Elizabethe about his encounter with Satine. He knew she would worry, and he didn't want that. So, during dinner he didn't mention it at all, and convinced her that nothing out of the ordinary happened. He was so convincing in fact, that he started to believe himself that nothing happened, and it was not until he started hearing noises again that night, that he realized he HAD seen Satine.
"Elizabethe!" He gasped, sitting up in bed.
"What?" She moaned, rolling over.
"Did you hear that!?" He asked.
"No.go back to bed. It was probably just the wind." She said, her eyes still closed.
"Okay." Christian said uneasily, lying back down. He closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep, but suddenly, the lights started to flash on and off.
"Elizabethe!" He cried sitting up again.
"What is it, dear?!" She asked, sitting up too.
"The lights." he trailed, but stopped, for the lights had stopped.
"What about them?" She asked, confused. Christian looked around, rubbing the back of his neck.
"They were flashing..just a second ago." He turned to Elizabethe who had a look of doubt on her face. He grasped her hands, "Bethy, tell me you saw them flashing." He said.
"I didn't see any lights flashing. Perhaps it was but a dream, dear." She said, curling up besides him.
"Perhaps." He said, kissing her head. She smiled and kissed his shoulder.
"It's late, Chris-" She started, but her smile faded as the lights started to flicker again.
"Tell me you see that." He said, his eyes widening.
"Indeed I do." She replied, her eyes equally as wide. She got out of bed, to flick the switch but the window besides her burst open and started to flap angrily, the curtains blowing out at her. She let out a shriek as she ran out of the room. Christian leapt out of bed and followed her down the hall, where all sorts of things were going haywire.
Elizabethe let out a startled cry as the small table in front of her tipped over, shattering her glass vase, and sending shards every which way. She turned to Christian,
"What's going on?!" She asked, taking deep panicked breaths. He couldn't find his voice, so he just shoot his head. In all seriousness, he DID know what was going on, Satine was going on a rampage..and she seemed like the wrong ghost to piss off. The two ran down the stairs, towards the door, hoping to escape, but as soon as Christian's hand touched the door knob, he moaned in pain. The door knob was practically on fire! While he inspected his freshly blistering hand, Elizabthe scanned the room, looking for an alternative exit. She ran to the kitchen to see if anything was going wrong there, but turned out of there as fast as she entered, followed by a whole army of cutlery.
"Christian!" She screamed, running by. Christian grabbed her arm and shoved her it the coat room and closed and locked the door behind her. That would keep her out of trouble. He grabbed one of the couch covers from the living room and threw it over the flying knives and forks.
"Christian! What did you do that for?!!" She cried, banging on the door with her fists. But Christian wasn't listening to his wife. He was running up the stairs, screaming for Satine to show herself. He burst into one of the guest rooms to find her, taking out the linens from the drawers and flinging them about the room.
"Satine! Stop this madness!!" He cried, grabbing her wrist. She laughed maliciously as his hand passed right through her.
"What a shame. I was so looking forward to you harming me too!" She pouted.
"Why are you doing this?! I explained to you, I have a life now, why can't you just accept that?"
"You were supposed to have a life with ME, Christian!"
"I know. And every time I think about the life we could have lead, it pains me, but you must realize..I had to get on with my life. Would you rather I be miserable?" He asked. She glared at him.
"I know what you're doing. You're trying to make ME feel guilty. You're trying to make it seem like I was in the wrong! Don't you dare, Christian! Don't you play your mind tricks on me! I didn't go and marry another! I didn't break your heart!"
"You're dead!!!!!" He screamed angrily. She stopped in mid-fling of a pillow case.
"What did you say?" She asked, her mouth hanging open.
"I said, You're dead. You are no longer living! We couldn't have had a life together! Don't you see that? We live in different worlds now!" He said, taking his voice back down to its normal level.
"But I-"
"But, NOTHING, Satine. There is no way, you or I could have had a life. Get over it! And get out of my house!" He spat angrily.
She stared at him for a moment and faded into the dark.
"I'll love you." She sang softly. "Until the end of time."
-The End-
Okay.I know that was really lame and really short.and really really BAD! And Really really POINTLESS! And..well.let me put it this way: All flames are sent by pushing that button down there.. ~A.P~