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By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters…but I want 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?
Note- The first part of the story is a nightmare Satine is having. But it never happened, even though it is just like the scene in the movie…it didn't happen in my little recreation.
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"I've paid my whore!" Christian spat at her in disgust as he threw the money at her feet. "I owe you nothing...and you are nothing to me." He began to lumber down the golden stage out of the theater, but Satine refused to let him go.
"No, Christian...no.. I love you...I love you..." she sobbed weakly as she tried to hold on to the sitar players jacket, as she to hold on to him from leaving her forever. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
"Get away from me...you harlot..." he screamed as he shook her off him violently, "I hate you Satine...I hate you now...I hate you forever!"
*~*~*~*
Satine awoke in darkness with tears streaming down her face. "It had felt so real...it had all seemed so real..." she sobbed to herself as the thought of the nightmare she had had for 12 years. The same nightly demon that haunted her night after night...replaying over and over in her head.
Pushing the horrible dream from her mind, Satine began to rise from the bed. It was time to wake up and become the "Sparking Diamond" once more. To become the courtesan once more and hide the real Sati...
Satine felt the reality of the night before hit her like a ton of bricks. She could be anywhere in Paris alone with Christian. The man who's heart she destroyed years before. The man who she was still hopelessly in love with.
"I've got to get out of here..." Satine uttered to herself as she threw the covers from her body. She could face Christian again...she just couldn't. She would just leave...pretend yesterday didn't happen. Slink away before he awoke.
Slowly she slid off the bed and crept for the door. "It's for the best," she thought to herself, "To see each other once more would bring to much pain to the both of us." Finally she made it the door...the door out of Christian's life once more...
When click...
The gas lamp turned on.
"So you're leaving me again so soon...love..." Christian remarked coldly from behind her.
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A/N- I have gotten my muse back! Yay! Hope you guys liked this chapter! I promise the next one will be very quite interesting… just image the first confrontation Rick and Ilsa had in Casablanca. That is what the next chapter will be like.
Please R&R! Your feedback helps me so much! Oh and if you have any ideas on a name for the story…please tell me! I need help!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters…but I want 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?
Note- The first part of the story is a nightmare Satine is having. But it never happened, even though it is just like the scene in the movie…it didn't happen in my little recreation.
*~*~*~*
"I've paid my whore!" Christian spat at her in disgust as he threw the money at her feet. "I owe you nothing...and you are nothing to me." He began to lumber down the golden stage out of the theater, but Satine refused to let him go.
"No, Christian...no.. I love you...I love you..." she sobbed weakly as she tried to hold on to the sitar players jacket, as she to hold on to him from leaving her forever. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
"Get away from me...you harlot..." he screamed as he shook her off him violently, "I hate you Satine...I hate you now...I hate you forever!"
*~*~*~*
Satine awoke in darkness with tears streaming down her face. "It had felt so real...it had all seemed so real..." she sobbed to herself as the thought of the nightmare she had had for 12 years. The same nightly demon that haunted her night after night...replaying over and over in her head.
Pushing the horrible dream from her mind, Satine began to rise from the bed. It was time to wake up and become the "Sparking Diamond" once more. To become the courtesan once more and hide the real Sati...
Satine felt the reality of the night before hit her like a ton of bricks. She could be anywhere in Paris alone with Christian. The man who's heart she destroyed years before. The man who she was still hopelessly in love with.
"I've got to get out of here..." Satine uttered to herself as she threw the covers from her body. She could face Christian again...she just couldn't. She would just leave...pretend yesterday didn't happen. Slink away before he awoke.
Slowly she slid off the bed and crept for the door. "It's for the best," she thought to herself, "To see each other once more would bring to much pain to the both of us." Finally she made it the door...the door out of Christian's life once more...
When click...
The gas lamp turned on.
"So you're leaving me again so soon...love..." Christian remarked coldly from behind her.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N- I have gotten my muse back! Yay! Hope you guys liked this chapter! I promise the next one will be very quite interesting… just image the first confrontation Rick and Ilsa had in Casablanca. That is what the next chapter will be like.
Please R&R! Your feedback helps me so much! Oh and if you have any ideas on a name for the story…please tell me! I need help!