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By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters…but I do what Christian
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?
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"Wha...What's happening" Satine uttered out as she awoke to find herself being lifted from the ground. What was going on nothing was making sense...it was all just images, flying through her mind.
Moulin Rouge...loneliness...singing...Christian....
Wait...Christian? Finally what was happening registered in her mind. She had meet Christian again...and then like a she had fool fainted...and now her was carrying her out of the dance hall. She wanted to speak, wanted to cry out to him. She wanted to say everything that had been left unsaid between them for so long.
But she didn't. She just couldn't. There was nothing she could say to him, to take away the pain she had caused him. There was nothing she could ever do to erase the bitter agony that clouded his once bright and shinning eyes that she saw now. The hurt…the misery…all the angst she had caused him all brewed in his eyes.
Before anymore guilt could eat away at her heart Satine closed her eyes trying to hide from his. Those tortured eyes that look straight into her soul.
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Christian looked down at the sleeping Satine in his arms. Her fiery red curls burned brightly against her ghostly pale skin. Twelve years had done nothing to her beauty. She was still the ravishing goddess he had first seen so many years. She was still the exact same woman who he had fallen in love with 12 years before.
Thoughts of longing and passion that he had tried to forget began to rise inside Christian. Satine, the woman who had given him completeness he had never known. The angel who had freed him from the dank cage that was his life. His true love, his only love…his Satine.
"But she never loved you...and she never will..." a nasty little voice mocked him from inside his head. "She is the Hindu Courtesan and she will always choose the Maharajah. That's the way the story really ends."
With the little voices shill words, seeds of rage and hurt filled Christian. She had left him. Left him for wealth and fame. She had never loved him. She would never love him. But, he couldn't help but love the Courtesan that he carried in his arms. She was his curse.
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Authors Note- Well I fixed all the grammar and editing stuff that was wrong with this chapter. Sorry it's so short, I promise the next will be longer. Hope you liked it! Please read and review!
I will have the next chapter up hopefully sometime this weekend.
I have the big scary test tomorrow! I hope I do well on it.
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters…but I do what Christian
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?
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Wha...What's happening" Satine uttered out as she awoke to find herself being lifted from the ground. What was going on nothing was making sense...it was all just images, flying through her mind.
Moulin Rouge...loneliness...singing...Christian....
Wait...Christian? Finally what was happening registered in her mind. She had meet Christian again...and then like a she had fool fainted...and now her was carrying her out of the dance hall. She wanted to speak, wanted to cry out to him. She wanted to say everything that had been left unsaid between them for so long.
But she didn't. She just couldn't. There was nothing she could say to him, to take away the pain she had caused him. There was nothing she could ever do to erase the bitter agony that clouded his once bright and shinning eyes that she saw now. The hurt…the misery…all the angst she had caused him all brewed in his eyes.
Before anymore guilt could eat away at her heart Satine closed her eyes trying to hide from his. Those tortured eyes that look straight into her soul.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Christian looked down at the sleeping Satine in his arms. Her fiery red curls burned brightly against her ghostly pale skin. Twelve years had done nothing to her beauty. She was still the ravishing goddess he had first seen so many years. She was still the exact same woman who he had fallen in love with 12 years before.
Thoughts of longing and passion that he had tried to forget began to rise inside Christian. Satine, the woman who had given him completeness he had never known. The angel who had freed him from the dank cage that was his life. His true love, his only love…his Satine.
"But she never loved you...and she never will..." a nasty little voice mocked him from inside his head. "She is the Hindu Courtesan and she will always choose the Maharajah. That's the way the story really ends."
With the little voices shill words, seeds of rage and hurt filled Christian. She had left him. Left him for wealth and fame. She had never loved him. She would never love him. But, he couldn't help but love the Courtesan that he carried in his arms. She was his curse.
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Authors Note- Well I fixed all the grammar and editing stuff that was wrong with this chapter. Sorry it's so short, I promise the next will be longer. Hope you liked it! Please read and review!
I will have the next chapter up hopefully sometime this weekend.
I have the big scary test tomorrow! I hope I do well on it.