The Sister of Satine: Leona
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Christian set out for a vacation. He thought a vacation would heal the hurt he felt inside. He had once never loved. He had not even known what it was. But, then he met Satine. Satine, a fine-skinned young woman with eyes like a cat's that shone in the darkness of night. That was how Christian came to know Satine. He had seen her spirit through her eyes.
He sat in the chair that he's had since the day Satine and him made love in it. He sat in it, feeling her, smelling her.
Christian decided to write to her.
"It has been a long time since I've seen you, my love. You died in my arms that night, amongst the crowd. I saw your spirit leave and I'm just now seeing it fester. I want you back, so much…."
A tear fell on the paper that he wrote on and smeared the ink.
"Damnit.. this is useless. She's not coming back."
He got up and left. He walked the streets of the Moulin Rouge, spending money on nameless sex and Absinthe. The green fairy was the only one who was there for him now. Or so he thought.
He walked past the ruins of the elephant and saw a woman standing in an alley. Christian stopped to look at her more closely. She turned her head and smiled at him. Christian looked amazed and for once in many years felt a jolt of happiness in him. He smiled back at her and then walked towards her. She looked at him with a familiar face.
The woman looked exactly like Satine.
Christian seemed to glide towards the woman, wondering if she was real. When they finally came face to face, Christian was glowing.
"I knew you hadn't left. I knew you were with me this whole time. I knew it.. you're here with me now."
The woman looked confused.. and dazed for a moment.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else, sir," she said. "My name is Leona. You might have known my sister. She was a dancer at the Moulin Rouge in the late 1800's to 1900. Her name was Satine. People knew her as the Sparkling Diamond."
Christian looked like he had been hit with Zidler's largest wrecking ball.
"My name is Christian. I knew your sister well.."
"Oh? How did you know her, sir?"
"That, my friend, is a very long story. Let me tell it to you."
TO BE CONTINUED! Whoo.. I like my style!
crocodilechrystelle@yahoo.com
Christian set out for a vacation. He thought a vacation would heal the hurt he felt inside. He had once never loved. He had not even known what it was. But, then he met Satine. Satine, a fine-skinned young woman with eyes like a cat's that shone in the darkness of night. That was how Christian came to know Satine. He had seen her spirit through her eyes.
He sat in the chair that he's had since the day Satine and him made love in it. He sat in it, feeling her, smelling her.
Christian decided to write to her.
"It has been a long time since I've seen you, my love. You died in my arms that night, amongst the crowd. I saw your spirit leave and I'm just now seeing it fester. I want you back, so much…."
A tear fell on the paper that he wrote on and smeared the ink.
"Damnit.. this is useless. She's not coming back."
He got up and left. He walked the streets of the Moulin Rouge, spending money on nameless sex and Absinthe. The green fairy was the only one who was there for him now. Or so he thought.
He walked past the ruins of the elephant and saw a woman standing in an alley. Christian stopped to look at her more closely. She turned her head and smiled at him. Christian looked amazed and for once in many years felt a jolt of happiness in him. He smiled back at her and then walked towards her. She looked at him with a familiar face.
The woman looked exactly like Satine.
Christian seemed to glide towards the woman, wondering if she was real. When they finally came face to face, Christian was glowing.
"I knew you hadn't left. I knew you were with me this whole time. I knew it.. you're here with me now."
The woman looked confused.. and dazed for a moment.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else, sir," she said. "My name is Leona. You might have known my sister. She was a dancer at the Moulin Rouge in the late 1800's to 1900. Her name was Satine. People knew her as the Sparkling Diamond."
Christian looked like he had been hit with Zidler's largest wrecking ball.
"My name is Christian. I knew your sister well.."
"Oh? How did you know her, sir?"
"That, my friend, is a very long story. Let me tell it to you."
TO BE CONTINUED! Whoo.. I like my style!