Chapter Two
Note: If this just gets weirder, it's because I'm really really hyper. Too much sugar.
After hearing what had happened to Satine, Christian wished terrible things upon the Duke, and leapt up violently.
Satine however held him back, afraid. Christian was filled with uncontrollable rage though, and really wanted to see the man dead on the floor. He broke free from Satine and struck at the Duke's face, only to be stopped by Warner, who jumped out from behind and threw Christian hard into the wall.
"Don't even try it, foolish boy. I am much more powerful than you'll ever be. You, you are a nothing, and I shall make sure you stay that way," snarled the Duke.
Satine was holding back tears, sitting on the bed and deeply hoping the Duke would just get out of her life forever. Christian was clutching his arm in pain where he had hit the wall.
"Now. What I came here for. Mademoiselle Satine, your contract to me has not expired You will be mine whether you like it or not. And as for you, boy, you will do as I say or I'll have Warner fulfill my order that he never to finish on opening night."
Satine looked at Christian in horror. She suddenly wept violently because she felt that she kept putting him in danger. "You leave him out of this! This mess is your fault, not his!" she screeched at the Duke.
The Duke however remained calm, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation. With a sarcastic smile he said to them, "You will both meet myself and Monsieur Zidler tonight in the Gothic Tower for dinner. I'm sure he can straighten out this contract business, you know, have the show end my way? I am not requesting, I am ordering."
To Christian he said, "Remember boy, you are worthless I will always be better than you."
Satine slammed the door as the Duke left. "He's pathetic!" She screamed with anger. "Just because he can't get what he wants he has to demean and hurt other people!"
She then noticed through her tears that Christian was still cradling his arm. As she went to him he tried to motion her away. "I'll be alright," he said.
But his eyes told her differently. She laid him down on the bed and sat next to him. "What are we going to do Christian? He's so insanely angry. If we don't show up tonight I'm sure he'll kill you!" She could barely speak through sobs.
With his good hand Christian stroked her hair. "We'll leave. We'll leave tonight. And we will really go this time, and never have to face him again. I love you Satine." Strangely enough he was smiling at her.
Satine leaned down and kissed his forehead. "There's something else Christian. I…I have really wanted to see Harold again. I am still upset he supported the Duke, but I miss him so much. He was like the father I never had," she whispered.
Christian could see in her eyes she felt it would be best to go, and he did not wish to disagree with her. Besides, he wanted to avoid whatever violence he could with the Duke. "Alright, we'll go. If we can get Zidler on our side, maybe can get this sorted out once and for all."
He pulled her down on him and hugged her close. They stayed like that for hours.
In the late afternoon, Toulouse Latrec burst in on Christian and Satine to find them both asleep. "Miss! Chwistian!" he said with his funny accent. "Wake up!"
The pair sleepily opened their eyes, and Satine was glad to see Toulouse again. He however would not let her talk.
"I've got some bad news. I was in the Gothic Tower and saw that silly Duke preparing a nasty surprise for you both. Your meal will not be so pleasant I'm afraid. But don't worry…I switched things around and now if you'll listen closely you'll be fine!" Toulouse proceeded to tell them his plan.
It was with extremely nervous apprehension that Satine and Christian ascended into the Gothic Tower that evening. Their surroundings did not help either. Of all the Moulin Rouge buildings, this was certainly the most depressing. As they climbed the dark stairs, they hoped desperately that Toulouse had planned everything right.
Christian sadly watched Satine and remembered how at the fake funeral he had sobbed over the beautiful coffin, but it hadn't even contained a body. When they reached the huge metal doors he tried to turn his mind to happier thoughts. He did not want to scare Satine.
Before they could knock, the doors were opened for them by the Duke. He gave a low snarl. "You're late."
As Satine and Christian glanced at Warner standing in the back of the room on guard, neither of them dared to speak.
The Duke lead them in and showing no emotion at all, offered them their seats. Satine was to be next to him, and Christian at the far end of the table. However, Satine would not have this, and sat defiantly next to her real lover.
"Do what you want while you still can, my dear," growled the Duke, letting the last two words hang in the air. "You have just missed Zidler here to negotiate your contracts. Mademoiselle Satine, you will be bound to me and ONLY me for as long as I say. And you…boy, you will keep writing plays which I will buy. However, if either of you tries to see the other again, or if there are any shenanigans such as your silly little secret song, I will see to it that you both meet a most tragic end."
Satine glared at spat at the Duke, "You liar! Harold would never agree to that."
Christian held her hand and gave her a knowing look, saying with his eyes for their plan to work they had to pretend to agree with the Duke.
The Duke just ignored Satine's rage. "A toast," he said, lifting his wine. "To…failed romance."
Only after the Duke drank did Christian and Satine each nervously take a drink.
A few seconds of silence passed and then Christian elbowed Satine under the table. They both clutched their throats and gasped for air.
The Duke watched with a cold smile and eventually the lovers cries stopped and they both fell silent to the floor. Their arms were around each other.
The scene in the room was only one of great tragedy. Christian and Satine had paid a price, but now they truly would be together forever.
However, soon after these events took place there was a loud "thud" on the floor from the opposite end of the table.
Note: If this just gets weirder, it's because I'm really really hyper. Too much sugar.
After hearing what had happened to Satine, Christian wished terrible things upon the Duke, and leapt up violently.
Satine however held him back, afraid. Christian was filled with uncontrollable rage though, and really wanted to see the man dead on the floor. He broke free from Satine and struck at the Duke's face, only to be stopped by Warner, who jumped out from behind and threw Christian hard into the wall.
"Don't even try it, foolish boy. I am much more powerful than you'll ever be. You, you are a nothing, and I shall make sure you stay that way," snarled the Duke.
Satine was holding back tears, sitting on the bed and deeply hoping the Duke would just get out of her life forever. Christian was clutching his arm in pain where he had hit the wall.
"Now. What I came here for. Mademoiselle Satine, your contract to me has not expired You will be mine whether you like it or not. And as for you, boy, you will do as I say or I'll have Warner fulfill my order that he never to finish on opening night."
Satine looked at Christian in horror. She suddenly wept violently because she felt that she kept putting him in danger. "You leave him out of this! This mess is your fault, not his!" she screeched at the Duke.
The Duke however remained calm, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation. With a sarcastic smile he said to them, "You will both meet myself and Monsieur Zidler tonight in the Gothic Tower for dinner. I'm sure he can straighten out this contract business, you know, have the show end my way? I am not requesting, I am ordering."
To Christian he said, "Remember boy, you are worthless I will always be better than you."
Satine slammed the door as the Duke left. "He's pathetic!" She screamed with anger. "Just because he can't get what he wants he has to demean and hurt other people!"
She then noticed through her tears that Christian was still cradling his arm. As she went to him he tried to motion her away. "I'll be alright," he said.
But his eyes told her differently. She laid him down on the bed and sat next to him. "What are we going to do Christian? He's so insanely angry. If we don't show up tonight I'm sure he'll kill you!" She could barely speak through sobs.
With his good hand Christian stroked her hair. "We'll leave. We'll leave tonight. And we will really go this time, and never have to face him again. I love you Satine." Strangely enough he was smiling at her.
Satine leaned down and kissed his forehead. "There's something else Christian. I…I have really wanted to see Harold again. I am still upset he supported the Duke, but I miss him so much. He was like the father I never had," she whispered.
Christian could see in her eyes she felt it would be best to go, and he did not wish to disagree with her. Besides, he wanted to avoid whatever violence he could with the Duke. "Alright, we'll go. If we can get Zidler on our side, maybe can get this sorted out once and for all."
He pulled her down on him and hugged her close. They stayed like that for hours.
In the late afternoon, Toulouse Latrec burst in on Christian and Satine to find them both asleep. "Miss! Chwistian!" he said with his funny accent. "Wake up!"
The pair sleepily opened their eyes, and Satine was glad to see Toulouse again. He however would not let her talk.
"I've got some bad news. I was in the Gothic Tower and saw that silly Duke preparing a nasty surprise for you both. Your meal will not be so pleasant I'm afraid. But don't worry…I switched things around and now if you'll listen closely you'll be fine!" Toulouse proceeded to tell them his plan.
It was with extremely nervous apprehension that Satine and Christian ascended into the Gothic Tower that evening. Their surroundings did not help either. Of all the Moulin Rouge buildings, this was certainly the most depressing. As they climbed the dark stairs, they hoped desperately that Toulouse had planned everything right.
Christian sadly watched Satine and remembered how at the fake funeral he had sobbed over the beautiful coffin, but it hadn't even contained a body. When they reached the huge metal doors he tried to turn his mind to happier thoughts. He did not want to scare Satine.
Before they could knock, the doors were opened for them by the Duke. He gave a low snarl. "You're late."
As Satine and Christian glanced at Warner standing in the back of the room on guard, neither of them dared to speak.
The Duke lead them in and showing no emotion at all, offered them their seats. Satine was to be next to him, and Christian at the far end of the table. However, Satine would not have this, and sat defiantly next to her real lover.
"Do what you want while you still can, my dear," growled the Duke, letting the last two words hang in the air. "You have just missed Zidler here to negotiate your contracts. Mademoiselle Satine, you will be bound to me and ONLY me for as long as I say. And you…boy, you will keep writing plays which I will buy. However, if either of you tries to see the other again, or if there are any shenanigans such as your silly little secret song, I will see to it that you both meet a most tragic end."
Satine glared at spat at the Duke, "You liar! Harold would never agree to that."
Christian held her hand and gave her a knowing look, saying with his eyes for their plan to work they had to pretend to agree with the Duke.
The Duke just ignored Satine's rage. "A toast," he said, lifting his wine. "To…failed romance."
Only after the Duke drank did Christian and Satine each nervously take a drink.
A few seconds of silence passed and then Christian elbowed Satine under the table. They both clutched their throats and gasped for air.
The Duke watched with a cold smile and eventually the lovers cries stopped and they both fell silent to the floor. Their arms were around each other.
The scene in the room was only one of great tragedy. Christian and Satine had paid a price, but now they truly would be together forever.
However, soon after these events took place there was a loud "thud" on the floor from the opposite end of the table.