"Untitled"
By- Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I do not own Satine or Christian (But believe me I really am saving up for him) but I do own the flower girl. I also do not own the Interview With The Vampire quote (I love that movie…)
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 do not know anything about Paris, so therefor I am going to make stuff up!
Special Thanks to IsabellaSpinderOfSouls, without all her help this chapter would have been impossible to write.
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"The world was a tomb to me...a graveyard of broken statues...and every statue resembled her face..."-Louie, Interview With The Vampire
He had told her the show was over. That is was time to move on. That it was all for the best. But than why could he still hear her sobs echoing in his head. Why could he still feel her silky skin against his finger tips.
"Cause I still love her..." he cried to himself, "Cause I still love her."
As Christian walked those dismal Parisian streets, he was lost to the world. The world was nothing but a tomb. Another stranger lost in a graveyard of broken statues...and every statue seemed to resembled face of the woman he pushed away. No one cared to listen to the howling sobs of his heart. All except a young flower girl.
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"Sir...Sir...would you like to buy some flowers, Sir?" the young girl called to Christian as he lumbered past her.
"No" Christian responded roughly, not even looking back at her. He did not need to be bothered with any silly girls now.
But the girl did no give up on him. Gathering her basket of flowers she matched his quick stride calling after him "Sir, won't you reconsider! Buy some flowers!"
"No, you silly flower girl! I will not buy any flowers! Now leave me be!" Christian barked at the girl, not even breaking is pace.
"Fine than Sir. But are you sure you would not like some lovely pink roses for your Sparkling Diamond." she remarked in a feather light voice.
Christian stopped dead is his tracks. Pink roses...Sparkling Diamond...but how could she know? Spellbound he found himself turning back to get his first good look at this mysterious girl, who was now seated primly on a near by bench.
"How...How do you know about...Satine" Christian stammered as he straggled wearily towards the girl. To the outside world nothing seemed outwardly brilliant about this girl. Just another gutter rat...with unruly curls and dirty hands. But Christian saw something else as he looked at her. Though her body was tattered and worn, her greenish-gold eyes sparkled. Those eyes held the key to the heavens, the key to the mind, the key to the soul. It was if she was a fallen angel sent from above, who's task she was to for filled.
"Oh poet, how you soul cries. It hurts me to the core to even listen..." She said with a sad smile to a rather nervous Christian who stood in front of her. Patting the bench she motioned for him to join her. Following her instruction, he obediently sat.
"But how..." Christian questioned, his eyes and voice as lifeless as his heart. But before he could ask more the flower girl gently cut off his question with another.
"Why do you run from her, my poet? She scarified everything she was for you. You are still in love with her. She is still in love you. And yet you still run from her love, Why?"
"I...I...I'm frightened..." he stuttered weakly unable to look at the girl, "She will only leave me again..."
"You must get over your fears, my poet. You must move on from the past," the girl whispered bring his gray eyes to meet her golden ones, "You need to let yourself love again. Let her love you again."
"Yes…but…" Christian tried an awful attempt at being stubborn but was quickly hushed.
"No 'buts', my poet. You and your Sparkling Diamond love each other. You need one another to survive. Your stars are alined to love each other till the end of time" The little girls wise words filled Christian hope. An idealistic hope he had not felt in years.
"Yes! Yes! Your right…" But than his hopes suddenly fell ill to sorrow, "I don't even know where she is. How can I tell her how I feel…"
"Hush my silly poet! She stays at the Hôtel Rouge De Rose, her balcony is the one at the front of the hotel." Pushing him up from is seat she than commanded him on to find Satine, "Now go! Find you love and live again!" And then as soon as the little flower girl had come into his world, she was gone in an instant of glittering dust.
"Thank you." Christian said with a quiet smile, "Thank you." And with that Christian James went running through the now enchanted streets of Paris, to find Satine. He was on his way to love again.
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A/N- I hope you guy liked it!
Just wait till the next chapter! It's going to be all kinds of wonderful!
Please help me with a title! Do you like "Loves Fateful Twists" "Twist Of Fate" or something like that! Please people! Help me!
By- Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I do not own Satine or Christian (But believe me I really am saving up for him) but I do own the flower girl. I also do not own the Interview With The Vampire quote (I love that movie…)
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 do not know anything about Paris, so therefor I am going to make stuff up!
Special Thanks to IsabellaSpinderOfSouls, without all her help this chapter would have been impossible to write.
*~*~*~*~*
"The world was a tomb to me...a graveyard of broken statues...and every statue resembled her face..."-Louie, Interview With The Vampire
He had told her the show was over. That is was time to move on. That it was all for the best. But than why could he still hear her sobs echoing in his head. Why could he still feel her silky skin against his finger tips.
"Cause I still love her..." he cried to himself, "Cause I still love her."
As Christian walked those dismal Parisian streets, he was lost to the world. The world was nothing but a tomb. Another stranger lost in a graveyard of broken statues...and every statue seemed to resembled face of the woman he pushed away. No one cared to listen to the howling sobs of his heart. All except a young flower girl.
*~*~*~*~*
"Sir...Sir...would you like to buy some flowers, Sir?" the young girl called to Christian as he lumbered past her.
"No" Christian responded roughly, not even looking back at her. He did not need to be bothered with any silly girls now.
But the girl did no give up on him. Gathering her basket of flowers she matched his quick stride calling after him "Sir, won't you reconsider! Buy some flowers!"
"No, you silly flower girl! I will not buy any flowers! Now leave me be!" Christian barked at the girl, not even breaking is pace.
"Fine than Sir. But are you sure you would not like some lovely pink roses for your Sparkling Diamond." she remarked in a feather light voice.
Christian stopped dead is his tracks. Pink roses...Sparkling Diamond...but how could she know? Spellbound he found himself turning back to get his first good look at this mysterious girl, who was now seated primly on a near by bench.
"How...How do you know about...Satine" Christian stammered as he straggled wearily towards the girl. To the outside world nothing seemed outwardly brilliant about this girl. Just another gutter rat...with unruly curls and dirty hands. But Christian saw something else as he looked at her. Though her body was tattered and worn, her greenish-gold eyes sparkled. Those eyes held the key to the heavens, the key to the mind, the key to the soul. It was if she was a fallen angel sent from above, who's task she was to for filled.
"Oh poet, how you soul cries. It hurts me to the core to even listen..." She said with a sad smile to a rather nervous Christian who stood in front of her. Patting the bench she motioned for him to join her. Following her instruction, he obediently sat.
"But how..." Christian questioned, his eyes and voice as lifeless as his heart. But before he could ask more the flower girl gently cut off his question with another.
"Why do you run from her, my poet? She scarified everything she was for you. You are still in love with her. She is still in love you. And yet you still run from her love, Why?"
"I...I...I'm frightened..." he stuttered weakly unable to look at the girl, "She will only leave me again..."
"You must get over your fears, my poet. You must move on from the past," the girl whispered bring his gray eyes to meet her golden ones, "You need to let yourself love again. Let her love you again."
"Yes…but…" Christian tried an awful attempt at being stubborn but was quickly hushed.
"No 'buts', my poet. You and your Sparkling Diamond love each other. You need one another to survive. Your stars are alined to love each other till the end of time" The little girls wise words filled Christian hope. An idealistic hope he had not felt in years.
"Yes! Yes! Your right…" But than his hopes suddenly fell ill to sorrow, "I don't even know where she is. How can I tell her how I feel…"
"Hush my silly poet! She stays at the Hôtel Rouge De Rose, her balcony is the one at the front of the hotel." Pushing him up from is seat she than commanded him on to find Satine, "Now go! Find you love and live again!" And then as soon as the little flower girl had come into his world, she was gone in an instant of glittering dust.
"Thank you." Christian said with a quiet smile, "Thank you." And with that Christian James went running through the now enchanted streets of Paris, to find Satine. He was on his way to love again.
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A/N- I hope you guy liked it!
Just wait till the next chapter! It's going to be all kinds of wonderful!
Please help me with a title! Do you like "Loves Fateful Twists" "Twist Of Fate" or something like that! Please people! Help me!