"Untitled"
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters, but I really 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- I gave the Duke a name…Richard after the actor who played him in Moulin Rouge!
Another Note- Yes I know the Moulin Rouge is still up and running in Paris, but in my story I am having it torn down.
*This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are the best! Special thanks to IsabellaSpinderOfSouls who helped me a lot with this chapter! Thank you so much!
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Eternity. Those brief seconds on top of each other seemed to like an eternity. Everything else froze. The world around them simply faded into the line lights.
And there they were. Two broken-hearts looking into locked in each other's gaze, staring deeper than each other's eyes but into one another's souls. They felt each other's misery, each other's longing, everything they kept hidden deep inside them. For those few moments the two felt the love they had once shared 12 years ago. As quick as it had come, in an instant it was gone. There perfect bliss melted away, and they fell back into the cold sense of reality.
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A chilled silence had come over the cafe. All eyes were on Satine and Christian, waiting, watching, and wondering. Quickly the two gathered their composure and got up from off the floor.
"Why hello Christian, funny seeing you here..." Satine chuckled helplessly trying to lighten the mood. She did not understand what had just happened between them. Or what it was. But she longed for it to return.
"Um...oh yes...quite funny..." Christian mutter sheepishly as he stared at the floor. He could feel the puzzling stares of the onlooker piecing him, cutting into his flesh. But most of all he felt Satine intense gaze upon him, like a thorn twisting in his heart. Had she felt what he had just seconds ago? That pain, that peace, that passion, which had surged between them? No, she probably hadn't...it had probably been all in his head...or had it?
"Satine...I...I have to go," he utter as he tried to push the encounter from his mind. He was running. Running had always been the answer...
"No!" Satine pleaded, "Please stay Christian. Have a drink with me. Don't let me being here spoil your evening."
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"You could have walked out the door and never looked back. But know you had to look into her pleading eyes, begging you to stay. And now look where you are..." a voice snickered within Christian's head. The voice was right. He could have run, gotten away. But instead he stayed, and now he was enjoying the bitter tasting wine in an eerie silence...with her...
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"So...you became a famous English writer." Satine softly uttered trying to direst some sort of conversation with Christian who seemed much more interested in the table clothe than with her. Had he felt nothing before? Had it all been her imagination?
"You became a great actress...how dream's can come true," he said dryly as he weaved his fingertip over the cloth. What could he say to her "You ruined my life...you left me for a rat-faced snob...but I'm still hopeless in love with you." Yes, that's a fantastic conversation starter.
"Yes...how they can..." Satine replied sarcastically. Why did he wish to be so cruel to her? Where was the man she had loved...he would have understood her bleeding heart.
"What brings you back to Paris, Satine?" Christian asked dully. He had to make the best out of the situation...didn't he?
"I just had to see the Moulin Rouge, one last time. Every since Harold's death in 1908, Richard had kept it closed. And now he's having it torn down. So I had to see it one last time before it was gone forever..."
"Heartbreaking, really. But tell me how is your beloved Richard or should I say 'Duke'?" Christian snickered.
"Please just..."
"No really Satine, how is our beloved Dukie Boy anyway? Will I have the pleasure of his comp..." Before he could finish is assault Satine cut him off.
"He's with his family Christian. He's with his real family, his wife and two daughter's, back in England." Satine snapped blankly and a shocked Christian, "What...is that what you wanted to hear Christian? That the famous actress in the Duke's mistress...his whore. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"No..." Christian trailed off as he looked up into her eyes. They had once sparkled with hope and dreams. They had glittered for all the world to see. Now they seemed dull and lifeless. They only showed the doorway into a soul full of regret and sorrow.
"So then what, Christian? What do you want to know?" She asked bitterly.
"I want the truth, Satine. I want to know why did you play games with my naive heart? I want to know why I wasn't good enough. I want to know why you chose the Maharajah over me."
Satine felt all her courage she had once processed fade away. She wanted to curl up and hide away. How could she tell him the truth...how could this broken man in front of her ever understand her reasons?
But she could run. She couldn't hide. She had to face him; she had to tell him the truth. After all these years, she owed her penniless poet that. She owed him the truth.
"The truth. The truth is...that I am the Hindi courtesan...and I always loved the penniless sitar player. I always was in love with you. I still am in love with you."
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A/N- I hope you guys liked it! Please review! They make me so happy!
I know I said I would have a medley up in this chapter, but guy's medleys are really hard and this chapter was hard enough to get out itself! So just give me time! I will have a medley or something like it in the next chapter!
What do you guys think of "Twist Of Fate" or something like that for this story's title? Leave a review and tell me what you think!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters, but I really 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- I gave the Duke a name…Richard after the actor who played him in Moulin Rouge!
Another Note- Yes I know the Moulin Rouge is still up and running in Paris, but in my story I am having it torn down.
*This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are the best! Special thanks to IsabellaSpinderOfSouls who helped me a lot with this chapter! Thank you so much!
*~*~*~*~*
Eternity. Those brief seconds on top of each other seemed to like an eternity. Everything else froze. The world around them simply faded into the line lights.
And there they were. Two broken-hearts looking into locked in each other's gaze, staring deeper than each other's eyes but into one another's souls. They felt each other's misery, each other's longing, everything they kept hidden deep inside them. For those few moments the two felt the love they had once shared 12 years ago. As quick as it had come, in an instant it was gone. There perfect bliss melted away, and they fell back into the cold sense of reality.
*~*~*~*~*
A chilled silence had come over the cafe. All eyes were on Satine and Christian, waiting, watching, and wondering. Quickly the two gathered their composure and got up from off the floor.
"Why hello Christian, funny seeing you here..." Satine chuckled helplessly trying to lighten the mood. She did not understand what had just happened between them. Or what it was. But she longed for it to return.
"Um...oh yes...quite funny..." Christian mutter sheepishly as he stared at the floor. He could feel the puzzling stares of the onlooker piecing him, cutting into his flesh. But most of all he felt Satine intense gaze upon him, like a thorn twisting in his heart. Had she felt what he had just seconds ago? That pain, that peace, that passion, which had surged between them? No, she probably hadn't...it had probably been all in his head...or had it?
"Satine...I...I have to go," he utter as he tried to push the encounter from his mind. He was running. Running had always been the answer...
"No!" Satine pleaded, "Please stay Christian. Have a drink with me. Don't let me being here spoil your evening."
*~*~*~*~*
"You could have walked out the door and never looked back. But know you had to look into her pleading eyes, begging you to stay. And now look where you are..." a voice snickered within Christian's head. The voice was right. He could have run, gotten away. But instead he stayed, and now he was enjoying the bitter tasting wine in an eerie silence...with her...
*~*~*~*~*
"So...you became a famous English writer." Satine softly uttered trying to direst some sort of conversation with Christian who seemed much more interested in the table clothe than with her. Had he felt nothing before? Had it all been her imagination?
"You became a great actress...how dream's can come true," he said dryly as he weaved his fingertip over the cloth. What could he say to her "You ruined my life...you left me for a rat-faced snob...but I'm still hopeless in love with you." Yes, that's a fantastic conversation starter.
"Yes...how they can..." Satine replied sarcastically. Why did he wish to be so cruel to her? Where was the man she had loved...he would have understood her bleeding heart.
"What brings you back to Paris, Satine?" Christian asked dully. He had to make the best out of the situation...didn't he?
"I just had to see the Moulin Rouge, one last time. Every since Harold's death in 1908, Richard had kept it closed. And now he's having it torn down. So I had to see it one last time before it was gone forever..."
"Heartbreaking, really. But tell me how is your beloved Richard or should I say 'Duke'?" Christian snickered.
"Please just..."
"No really Satine, how is our beloved Dukie Boy anyway? Will I have the pleasure of his comp..." Before he could finish is assault Satine cut him off.
"He's with his family Christian. He's with his real family, his wife and two daughter's, back in England." Satine snapped blankly and a shocked Christian, "What...is that what you wanted to hear Christian? That the famous actress in the Duke's mistress...his whore. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"No..." Christian trailed off as he looked up into her eyes. They had once sparkled with hope and dreams. They had glittered for all the world to see. Now they seemed dull and lifeless. They only showed the doorway into a soul full of regret and sorrow.
"So then what, Christian? What do you want to know?" She asked bitterly.
"I want the truth, Satine. I want to know why did you play games with my naive heart? I want to know why I wasn't good enough. I want to know why you chose the Maharajah over me."
Satine felt all her courage she had once processed fade away. She wanted to curl up and hide away. How could she tell him the truth...how could this broken man in front of her ever understand her reasons?
But she could run. She couldn't hide. She had to face him; she had to tell him the truth. After all these years, she owed her penniless poet that. She owed him the truth.
"The truth. The truth is...that I am the Hindi courtesan...and I always loved the penniless sitar player. I always was in love with you. I still am in love with you."
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A/N- I hope you guys liked it! Please review! They make me so happy!
I know I said I would have a medley up in this chapter, but guy's medleys are really hard and this chapter was hard enough to get out itself! So just give me time! I will have a medley or something like it in the next chapter!
What do you guys think of "Twist Of Fate" or something like that for this story's title? Leave a review and tell me what you think!