* ~ Means change of Point of View

Chapter 1

104 years later (1899-2002)

*Paula's Point of view (afterward, * is all that will be seen)

I walked around the small vacant place. It was quite cozy and a little something about it just made it scream "BUY ME I'M COZY!" However it was not that, I read. This place had a story behind it, this place was real.

I was real, Paris was real! This little city Montmartre in Paris was real! I couldn't wait until it was mine!

"Why did the last owners move?" I asked cautiously. Why had they left? This place was so cheap why hadn't anyone stayed? Surely even for a college student like me it was affordable!

"Well miss, that's just it people never want to stay more than a month or two… they claim to hear weird noises, and when they set things down, they claim when they leave the room and returned, the object had been moved… or removed…" The real-estate woman informed me.

"I'm sure its just non-sense though, they're no such things as ghosts." The woman turned her back to look out the window.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew past me. On any other circumstance it wouldn't have bothered me however, this wind was like no other.

It was cold, so cold, as if it were death! I tried to ignore it but I could tell it reflected on me.

"What is it dear?" The woman asked. I looked at her quickly and smiled.

"Nothing. I'll take it!" Happily the woman held out her hand and smiled.

"Oh excellent! I'll send the papers over tomorrow, until then, make yourself at home!" The woman walked out humming to herself.

That was kind of hard to imagine doing since half the windows were boarded up and the doors had no locks.

Over time it was obvious that teens had came and made themselves at home for a while according to the vanity on the walls.

No worries though, the place needed a good cleaning obviously and a good whitewashing but as soon as that was taken care of it would be beautiful! However tonight it was too late to start anything. I was exhausted, and the only place to sleep was a rotted mattress that looked as if it'd been here since the ancient Moulin Rouge. Taking off my jacket and putting my purse in the corner, I made myself comfortable. It was rather odd though… the covers seemed so warm and I was so relaxed. It smelt like a man, a good man though and I was sleeping like a baby the next second.

*I watched her. I watched her closely. She was beautiful. Her hair long, and auburn red. What was she doing here? Her eyes with the flicker of brown in her hazel green color did not tell me, however they held secrets. I could tell that much. Who was she?

I enjoyed watching her look around the place and take it all in. I don't know why however, she was just like the rest. No different. I walked bye her and watched her reaction to the ladies story, it was marvelous as she acted like she didn't care.

But when she lay next to me, her scent oh was it so intoxicating. It made me weep. Weep for my own Satine. Yet what deprived me of being with her I did not know. She is still lost to me…

Yet this mere girl, she did not seem very sure of herself. She won't remain here more than a mere 3 weeks I predict. We'll have to find out who this lass is by then won't we?

Please read and review! I hope to keep this story going but it's going to be difficult… however updates will be at least everyday and I hope it is to your enjoyment!