a/n: To asd, I am quite aware who Nini is, but let me ask you a question. Did it ever occur to you that Roxanne is a character of my own creation designed to resemble Nini? Due to others who felt it neccessary to point this out to me, Roxanne(Nini) is no longer included in any of my stories. You are about two weeks behind. However, if people continue to criticize my choice in characters, I will remove this Moulin Rouge fanfic without finishing, and any other that might include Roxanne(Nini). Also, for anyone else who might nitpick at my writings, let me also point out that I wrote this story on the assumption that China Doll is not actually Chinese and since the actress isn't, I felt like that was a safe assumption.
Calliope was worried sick about Satine. She tried her best not to let it show and fortunately, the only person that she couldn't fool was Michel. He would inquire often what was bothering her, but she would never say. She merely would insist that she couldn't talk about it right now. He would graciously accept this answer, and continue on to find ways to cheer her up.
Everyone around them was frantically preparing for the upcoming show. 'Spectacular, Spectacular' was to open that night. Calliope wondered if Christian was planning to be there. She was having a hard time absorbing the tragedy of the most recent events. She was also worried for Christian. She had spoken with Toulouse who had said that Christian was taking things very hard. She had no idea what Christian might do, and she was frantically worried about little Aurelie as well.
The night of the show the performance was going well. Calliope's uneasiness had just begun to subside, when Christian had made an appearance. He appeared to be angry. He was trying to speak with Satine, but in her fear for his life, she was running away before the Duke might see him. Calliope was unfortunately too far away to try and break up the scuffle.
"Christian, please leave me be." Satine shouted as he followed closely behind her.
"No, Satine," he pleaded as he chased after her. "Let me pay you! Let me pay you for your services."
Calliope was devastated. Satine had finally reached the stage with a huge thud as she fell to her knees. Christian come from behind and grabbed her by the shoulder as Harry announced him as the penniless zitar player in disguise.
Christian continued to yell in a furried state. He tossed a wad of bills at Satine and announced, "I have come to pay my whore. She is yours," he said as he looked directly to the duke. "I am done with her," then he turns again to Satine. "Thank you for curing me of my silly obsession with love."
Satine was sobbing as Christian began to leave the stage. She began to sing the song they had written together. "Never knew I could feel like this," her heart was breaking as she choked on the words. "Like I've never seen the sky before..."
Christian returned to her. He took her in his arms and she collapsed. She began to choke on blood which spewed from her mouth without mercy. She looked into his eyes. "Christian, I am dying," she whispered.
"No," he cried out in pain.
Calliope rushed to the stage with urgency. The crowd gazed on in a hush as all watched the tragic scene in the moment of Satine's death.
"You must go on without me, Christian," she pleaded.
"No, Satine," he cried again. "Do not leave me."
"You must write our story, Christian," she began again, "so that I might live on."
A hot tear trailed down Calliope's face, as she watched Christian say his final goodbyes to Satine. Her heart ached with grief, and she stopped in her tracks only to be caught by Michel. She turned to him and buried her face in his chest as a wash of tears spewed forth.
Once the aftermath of the tragedy had subsided, Calliope slowly began to collect herself together. Finally, as her senses returned to her, she pulled away from Michel with a gasp.
"What is it, darling?" Michel said in attempt to ease her grief.
"What about Aurelie?"
Michel looked at her quizzically and asked, "Who??"
My apologies for the cliffhanger. As I have said before, this story has been crossed over with a story I am co-authoring with Columbiagroupie at www.geocities.com/moulinwriter. Until we finish that story, I will be unable to finish this one.
Calliope was worried sick about Satine. She tried her best not to let it show and fortunately, the only person that she couldn't fool was Michel. He would inquire often what was bothering her, but she would never say. She merely would insist that she couldn't talk about it right now. He would graciously accept this answer, and continue on to find ways to cheer her up.
Everyone around them was frantically preparing for the upcoming show. 'Spectacular, Spectacular' was to open that night. Calliope wondered if Christian was planning to be there. She was having a hard time absorbing the tragedy of the most recent events. She was also worried for Christian. She had spoken with Toulouse who had said that Christian was taking things very hard. She had no idea what Christian might do, and she was frantically worried about little Aurelie as well.
The night of the show the performance was going well. Calliope's uneasiness had just begun to subside, when Christian had made an appearance. He appeared to be angry. He was trying to speak with Satine, but in her fear for his life, she was running away before the Duke might see him. Calliope was unfortunately too far away to try and break up the scuffle.
"Christian, please leave me be." Satine shouted as he followed closely behind her.
"No, Satine," he pleaded as he chased after her. "Let me pay you! Let me pay you for your services."
Calliope was devastated. Satine had finally reached the stage with a huge thud as she fell to her knees. Christian come from behind and grabbed her by the shoulder as Harry announced him as the penniless zitar player in disguise.
Christian continued to yell in a furried state. He tossed a wad of bills at Satine and announced, "I have come to pay my whore. She is yours," he said as he looked directly to the duke. "I am done with her," then he turns again to Satine. "Thank you for curing me of my silly obsession with love."
Satine was sobbing as Christian began to leave the stage. She began to sing the song they had written together. "Never knew I could feel like this," her heart was breaking as she choked on the words. "Like I've never seen the sky before..."
Christian returned to her. He took her in his arms and she collapsed. She began to choke on blood which spewed from her mouth without mercy. She looked into his eyes. "Christian, I am dying," she whispered.
"No," he cried out in pain.
Calliope rushed to the stage with urgency. The crowd gazed on in a hush as all watched the tragic scene in the moment of Satine's death.
"You must go on without me, Christian," she pleaded.
"No, Satine," he cried again. "Do not leave me."
"You must write our story, Christian," she began again, "so that I might live on."
A hot tear trailed down Calliope's face, as she watched Christian say his final goodbyes to Satine. Her heart ached with grief, and she stopped in her tracks only to be caught by Michel. She turned to him and buried her face in his chest as a wash of tears spewed forth.
Once the aftermath of the tragedy had subsided, Calliope slowly began to collect herself together. Finally, as her senses returned to her, she pulled away from Michel with a gasp.
"What is it, darling?" Michel said in attempt to ease her grief.
"What about Aurelie?"
Michel looked at her quizzically and asked, "Who??"
My apologies for the cliffhanger. As I have said before, this story has been crossed over with a story I am co-authoring with Columbiagroupie at www.geocities.com/moulinwriter. Until we finish that story, I will be unable to finish this one.