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By: Brown- Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any characters…not even Christian!
Summary: This is my Prologue to the new Moulin Rouge fiction. I changed the ending of the story, Satine doesn't die, but she chooses the Duke over Christian and Christian doesn't come to the Moulin Rouge on opening night. No I don't like it, but I had to do it, it's the platform of my new story…Satine and Christian meeting 12 years after "Spectacular Spectacular". Sorry this is a bad summary…it's just really hard to explain.
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Prologue
"I don't need you anymore! All my life you made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me, he loves me Harold, he loves me! And that it worth everything."
Harold's words...the Dukes threats...they could scary her. She had Christian, she had his love. And that meant everything. That was all that mattered.
"We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Good-bye Harold."
Satine sharply turned and stormed her way to the door. She was leaving...she was going to fly away...fly far away with Christian. She was going to be free, for the very first time in her life...she was going to live. Barely making it to the door when Harold used his last attack to keep her from leaving.
"If you love him you will let him go, Satine." Zilder told her coldly using all lies he had to left keep his jewel from going, "I've seen this this same plot played out to many times before. A beauty of the underworld flies away into the world with the man she loves. At first their love seems strong and vibrant...like it could conquer the world. But Chickpea it can't. The past ways of life always catch up with them...and it destroys all the love they share. As it will destroys the love you and Christian have. Satine if you truly love him let him go...save him the pain."
Those words stung into Satines heart. What was Harold talking about...he had no way understanding of their love...of their devotion. It could with stand anything...couldn't it?
"Stop with these tricks Harold...you can't understand mine and Christians love...it can overcome anything!" Satine cried weakly as she turned to face him. She loved Christian more than anything, but Zilders words began filling her with doubt. Would she only give Christian pain? Was their love doomed from the start?
As the fears began to crawl over Satine, Harold found his window of opportunity.
"Go to Christian...tell him its over. Do what you can to push him away...just save him before you destroy his whole world. You have to go on with the show, with the contract. Send the boy away now...before you hurt him anymore
Satine's soul let out a silent sob. She loved Christian...he loved her...wasn't that all the mattered? But Harold's words...his conviction...had stirred Satine to the core. Did she only give Christian agony? Did she constantly hurt him?
With her last defense crumbling she made her way from the door to Harold.
"Yes, Harold...it is the only way." Satine choked out in a hypnotic angst. Harold was right. He deserves someone better...someone who belonged to his world...someone that would bring him joy, not agony.
"D'aujourd'hui le jour... en rêvant des extrémités..."
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Come What May...
Come What May...
I will love you until my dying day...
The lonely poet moaned in drunken sobs around his flat. Satine had chosen the Maharajah. She chose wealth and ambition over love. Over him.
"No...No...No..." Christian whined into thin air, "THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSE TO END! THE COURTESAN CHOOSES THE SITAR PLAYER...SHE CHOOSES LOVE! COME WHAT MA....."
Christian was taken over by his bleeding heart. He felt like a dank and empty room. Hollow. He had nothing now. No love...nothing to believe in. He was simply dead inside.
"Why didn't you choose me Satine?! He will never love you...not like I do. No one can love you the way I do." The penniless writer spat bitterly "I feel bad for you, Satine. No one will love you like I do...no one ever will. So if you want to take my love for granted...want to forget me...than fine. I forget you to!"
Without another drunken cry, Christian gathered all his meager belongings and through them into his small suitcase as fast as possible. He was leaving...leaving Paris...leaving Satine...he wanted to forget...forget this miserable memory.
"Good-bye...Satine," he choked out as he closed the door on his flat...for the last time. He was escaping Paris...running away...but he was a fool to believe he could escape love.
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Authors Note: Don't hurt me! I had to do it! It's the only way I could get my story to work! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please review and help me think of a title, I need help!
By: Brown- Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any characters…not even Christian!
Summary: This is my Prologue to the new Moulin Rouge fiction. I changed the ending of the story, Satine doesn't die, but she chooses the Duke over Christian and Christian doesn't come to the Moulin Rouge on opening night. No I don't like it, but I had to do it, it's the platform of my new story…Satine and Christian meeting 12 years after "Spectacular Spectacular". Sorry this is a bad summary…it's just really hard to explain.
*~*~*~*~*
Prologue
"I don't need you anymore! All my life you made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me, he loves me Harold, he loves me! And that it worth everything."
Harold's words...the Dukes threats...they could scary her. She had Christian, she had his love. And that meant everything. That was all that mattered.
"We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Good-bye Harold."
Satine sharply turned and stormed her way to the door. She was leaving...she was going to fly away...fly far away with Christian. She was going to be free, for the very first time in her life...she was going to live. Barely making it to the door when Harold used his last attack to keep her from leaving.
"If you love him you will let him go, Satine." Zilder told her coldly using all lies he had to left keep his jewel from going, "I've seen this this same plot played out to many times before. A beauty of the underworld flies away into the world with the man she loves. At first their love seems strong and vibrant...like it could conquer the world. But Chickpea it can't. The past ways of life always catch up with them...and it destroys all the love they share. As it will destroys the love you and Christian have. Satine if you truly love him let him go...save him the pain."
Those words stung into Satines heart. What was Harold talking about...he had no way understanding of their love...of their devotion. It could with stand anything...couldn't it?
"Stop with these tricks Harold...you can't understand mine and Christians love...it can overcome anything!" Satine cried weakly as she turned to face him. She loved Christian more than anything, but Zilders words began filling her with doubt. Would she only give Christian pain? Was their love doomed from the start?
As the fears began to crawl over Satine, Harold found his window of opportunity.
"Go to Christian...tell him its over. Do what you can to push him away...just save him before you destroy his whole world. You have to go on with the show, with the contract. Send the boy away now...before you hurt him anymore
Satine's soul let out a silent sob. She loved Christian...he loved her...wasn't that all the mattered? But Harold's words...his conviction...had stirred Satine to the core. Did she only give Christian agony? Did she constantly hurt him?
With her last defense crumbling she made her way from the door to Harold.
"Yes, Harold...it is the only way." Satine choked out in a hypnotic angst. Harold was right. He deserves someone better...someone who belonged to his world...someone that would bring him joy, not agony.
"D'aujourd'hui le jour... en rêvant des extrémités..."
*~*~*~*~*
Come What May...
Come What May...
I will love you until my dying day...
The lonely poet moaned in drunken sobs around his flat. Satine had chosen the Maharajah. She chose wealth and ambition over love. Over him.
"No...No...No..." Christian whined into thin air, "THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSE TO END! THE COURTESAN CHOOSES THE SITAR PLAYER...SHE CHOOSES LOVE! COME WHAT MA....."
Christian was taken over by his bleeding heart. He felt like a dank and empty room. Hollow. He had nothing now. No love...nothing to believe in. He was simply dead inside.
"Why didn't you choose me Satine?! He will never love you...not like I do. No one can love you the way I do." The penniless writer spat bitterly "I feel bad for you, Satine. No one will love you like I do...no one ever will. So if you want to take my love for granted...want to forget me...than fine. I forget you to!"
Without another drunken cry, Christian gathered all his meager belongings and through them into his small suitcase as fast as possible. He was leaving...leaving Paris...leaving Satine...he wanted to forget...forget this miserable memory.
"Good-bye...Satine," he choked out as he closed the door on his flat...for the last time. He was escaping Paris...running away...but he was a fool to believe he could escape love.
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Authors Note: Don't hurt me! I had to do it! It's the only way I could get my story to work! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please review and help me think of a title, I need help!