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By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any characters…but I wish I owned Christian…hehehe
Summary: What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
"The courtesan and sitar man, are pulled apart by an evil plan...but in the end she hears his song...and their love is just to strong..."- Satine & Christian
Montmartre, 1911
"Love? Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendid thing! Love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
A silly boy. That was all he had been the last time me had step foot in this place. With idealize and dreams as unattainable as the wind. With hope and beliefs that bubbled out of every fiber of his being. But that boy was gone now. He had died the day she had left him. He shut down and stopped living...then just faded away...
Christian silently walked down the corridors of the tattered dance hall. He almost didn't even recognize this place when the cab had taken him to it from the station. It was so dank...so cold...so hollow. There was nothing left of the shinning, beautiful, magnificent place he had known so many years ago. Just like him...it was nothing more than an aged, used up ghost of the past.
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The site of this place broke her heart. Her once majestic home was gone. Her Moulin Rouge was gone. Just like everything else she had loved, it had vanished into the wind...so fast...so drastically...that their had been no way to stop it.
Christian...is their was one right she could wrong...one mistake she could fix...she would be Christian. Their wasn't a second that went by that he wasn't on her mind...his touch, his voice, his love...the misery she had caused him...it all lingered in her mind. What she would give...just to have him back...if only for one moment.
"Oh Satine get those silly thoughts out of your head. That is one wrong you will never have the chance to change." A voice in her head rang out taunting her, " He's a successful author now and there's no way he would ever want you." In a sigh of despair Satine walked onto the rusty stage trying to drain the poets thoughts from her mind. "He will never love you again...he will never love you again."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Christian finally made down the long corridor to the opening of theater. Through the murkiness of dust and age he could almost see the flaring colored skirts of the cancan dancers. Hear their seductive calls to men echoing through the hall.
And then there was Satine...through the darkness of the theater he could see her. Her beauty glowing through the shuttered room. Her intoxicating voice bringing life once more to this melancholy place. Yes, it was almost as if she was rea...
"Oh my God..." Christian said hoarsely as a shot of agony shot into his heart, "Satine?!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words"
Satine sang sweetly as she whirled about the stage. She tried to image Christian dancing along to his tune with her. It was a silly game she played but it gave her comfort...at least she could pretend that she still had his love.
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the wor..." Satine felt her lungs close up before she could finish the song. Those eyes...that face...burning into her heart and soul
"Christian?!" She choked in confusion. And then, everything went black.
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Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Oh please leave reviews! They make me so happy! Oh and help me think of a title for this story, I have no clue what to call it!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any characters…but I wish I owned Christian…hehehe
Summary: What if Satine never died? What if she chose the Duke over love? What if Christian never went to the Moulin Rouge on opening night? What if all this happened, and then one magic day 12 years later our two favorite star-crossed lovers had a chance meeting?
"The courtesan and sitar man, are pulled apart by an evil plan...but in the end she hears his song...and their love is just to strong..."- Satine & Christian
Montmartre, 1911
"Love? Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendid thing! Love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
A silly boy. That was all he had been the last time me had step foot in this place. With idealize and dreams as unattainable as the wind. With hope and beliefs that bubbled out of every fiber of his being. But that boy was gone now. He had died the day she had left him. He shut down and stopped living...then just faded away...
Christian silently walked down the corridors of the tattered dance hall. He almost didn't even recognize this place when the cab had taken him to it from the station. It was so dank...so cold...so hollow. There was nothing left of the shinning, beautiful, magnificent place he had known so many years ago. Just like him...it was nothing more than an aged, used up ghost of the past.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The site of this place broke her heart. Her once majestic home was gone. Her Moulin Rouge was gone. Just like everything else she had loved, it had vanished into the wind...so fast...so drastically...that their had been no way to stop it.
Christian...is their was one right she could wrong...one mistake she could fix...she would be Christian. Their wasn't a second that went by that he wasn't on her mind...his touch, his voice, his love...the misery she had caused him...it all lingered in her mind. What she would give...just to have him back...if only for one moment.
"Oh Satine get those silly thoughts out of your head. That is one wrong you will never have the chance to change." A voice in her head rang out taunting her, " He's a successful author now and there's no way he would ever want you." In a sigh of despair Satine walked onto the rusty stage trying to drain the poets thoughts from her mind. "He will never love you again...he will never love you again."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Christian finally made down the long corridor to the opening of theater. Through the murkiness of dust and age he could almost see the flaring colored skirts of the cancan dancers. Hear their seductive calls to men echoing through the hall.
And then there was Satine...through the darkness of the theater he could see her. Her beauty glowing through the shuttered room. Her intoxicating voice bringing life once more to this melancholy place. Yes, it was almost as if she was rea...
"Oh my God..." Christian said hoarsely as a shot of agony shot into his heart, "Satine?!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words"
Satine sang sweetly as she whirled about the stage. She tried to image Christian dancing along to his tune with her. It was a silly game she played but it gave her comfort...at least she could pretend that she still had his love.
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the wor..." Satine felt her lungs close up before she could finish the song. Those eyes...that face...burning into her heart and soul
"Christian?!" She choked in confusion. And then, everything went black.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Oh please leave reviews! They make me so happy! Oh and help me think of a title for this story, I have no clue what to call it!