Chapter 9
This was it. This was the day someone was going to die.
Christian could feel it in his bones deep down he could feel that today someone's life was going to end for the better. He vowed for himself and for Diana it wouldn't be him.
"Is it morning?" She asked turning over and laying her head in his chest.
"Mm." He answered.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I know." He replied. He couldn't ask for anything more.
After about an hour they got up and packed getting ready to leave. Christian wished Toulouse a good bye and they were off to Montmartre. And in less than 3 hours, by train they were there…
"What are we to do now?" Diana whispered worriedly at the station.
"Find somewhere to stay… and wait." Christian replied. So that's what they did.
For the whole day and half the night they waited. Then there was a silent knock on the door.
"Hello." Christian greeted the man with the funny nose and pointed ears.
"Is there someone by the first name Christian here?" He asked.
"Yes. That's me." Christian nodded.
"I have a telegram here for ye. It reads:
'Meet me in 5 minutes-stop-
At the Moulin Rouge-stop-
I'll be waiting-stop-
Bring the girl-stop-
And the frame-stop-'"
"Is that all?"
"Yes'er." Tipping the man as he left Christian turned back to a tearing Diana.
"No worries love. He can't do anything. If all he wants is the frame he'll get the frame. Ok?"
Diana obediently nodded but she knew better. Harry may say something but it'll only be a lie through his teeth. But Christian was too kind hearted to buy into it.
Soon enough they were on their way. Christian had her hand and she stopped right before they entered the shut down palace of the underworld.
"What is it?" Christian asked licking his lips.
"Be careful." She whispered back. He smiled lightly and he kissed her gently. When he released her he explained what to do.
"I want you to hide in the 5th balcony on the right. OK? If anything happens to me run. Run away ok? Don't worry about me." Kissing her again he finally let her go and went into the main hall as she crept into the balcony.
"Well, well, well." Harry spooked Christian as he walked into the middle of the main hall.
"Our little rat has returned to his nest. Welcome back." Harry laughed.
"There is no welcome here Harry. Only a good bye and that will be from only one of us. You can trust me on that." Christian replied.
"Do you have the frame?" Harry demanded.
"I do."
"Then give it here." Harry stuck out his course hand filled with calluses.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I give you this frame and you'll be out of here and I'll be layin here with a bullet hole in my stomach. Trust me, neither of this wants that." Christian smiled evilly.
"And why is that Christian? You got something here you want to protect? Perhaps that skank you ran off with? You did her up didn't you? I can't kill you because you got her pregnant didn't ya?"
"Well now I didn't say that. All I'm saying is that if you kill me. You won't get the frame."
"Don't you worry lad. I'll get that frame and once I get it I'll kill you and Dim. No worries for me ya little bastard." Harry laughed again.
"Now give me the frame."
"No."
"I am going to ask you once more to give me the frame Christian and if you don't I will kill you." Harry demanded. Then Christian noticed that he had his hand behind his back.
"No…" Christian hissed evilly.
Suddenly Harry whipped out his arm and a long silver funnel made a loud popping noise.
"NO!" They both heard Diana.
Christian felt the impact on his left chest and fell to the ground.
"Christian…" Diana whispered as he grabbed his chest and fell still. Harry dropped the gun and ran towards Christian and searched for the frame. It wasn't there. Then he'd figured it out from there. They had known what was in store for them.
"The little mouse has shown herself. Dim it has been a hearty 3 days hasn't it? Give me the frame!" Harry demanded turning towards her. Diana threw the cloth-covered object to Harry as he caught it in the air. Pulling out his second gun, Harry aimed it at Diana.
Rolling onto his knees in pain Christian managed to crawl to where the first gun lay.
"Please Harry, just let us go. We're not worth havin to kill… you know that." She cried.
"And you know dear sister, that I never let my victims live in a match like this. You of all people should know." Harry laughed.
"So you're not married?" They both heard. And Diana's heart filled with hope again.
"What? I shot you, you're dead! And I have the…" Unraveling the cloth he realized it was just a small book that red MOULIN ROUGE on the cover and not the frame he had presumed it was.
"That's right you have a book. Now read it and learn something." Diana smirked.
"I'll tell you what I have. I have your lives in my hands and what I don't have is to worry about you!" Holding up his arm he shot again at Christian hitting him in the lower abs. Out of instinct he pulled the trigger as well, hitting Harry straight between the eyes.
"And now you don't have a life." He whispered. Smiling proudly he looked at the gun in his hand, stained with his own blood and sin… he dropped it.
"Are you ok?" Diana asked. Christian gave her loving smile and whispered…
"No worries love… It doesn't hurt anymore." And with all the energy he had left in him… he collapsed.
Until help finally came, Diana held him in her arms… his still body so cold, and her tears of grief and love attempting to revive his sweat beaten face.
This gorgeous man… was the only thing she had left in this world…
"Please hang on… please… I love you." She whispered into the darkness of stuffy air. Could anyone hear her?
Christian clutched his wounds and lay there… practically dead… of his last love… until his dying day…
"I hate this world. Lord if you're going to take him, take me as well. This unlawful world has nothing left for me. So hear me now… take my love and you will have to take me as well." She sobbed still, holding Christian's cold body to her.
"Don't worry sweet." She whispered.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." And dark and stuffy air, was all that heard.
DUM DUM DUM!!! Please R&R
This was it. This was the day someone was going to die.
Christian could feel it in his bones deep down he could feel that today someone's life was going to end for the better. He vowed for himself and for Diana it wouldn't be him.
"Is it morning?" She asked turning over and laying her head in his chest.
"Mm." He answered.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I know." He replied. He couldn't ask for anything more.
After about an hour they got up and packed getting ready to leave. Christian wished Toulouse a good bye and they were off to Montmartre. And in less than 3 hours, by train they were there…
"What are we to do now?" Diana whispered worriedly at the station.
"Find somewhere to stay… and wait." Christian replied. So that's what they did.
For the whole day and half the night they waited. Then there was a silent knock on the door.
"Hello." Christian greeted the man with the funny nose and pointed ears.
"Is there someone by the first name Christian here?" He asked.
"Yes. That's me." Christian nodded.
"I have a telegram here for ye. It reads:
'Meet me in 5 minutes-stop-
At the Moulin Rouge-stop-
I'll be waiting-stop-
Bring the girl-stop-
And the frame-stop-'"
"Is that all?"
"Yes'er." Tipping the man as he left Christian turned back to a tearing Diana.
"No worries love. He can't do anything. If all he wants is the frame he'll get the frame. Ok?"
Diana obediently nodded but she knew better. Harry may say something but it'll only be a lie through his teeth. But Christian was too kind hearted to buy into it.
Soon enough they were on their way. Christian had her hand and she stopped right before they entered the shut down palace of the underworld.
"What is it?" Christian asked licking his lips.
"Be careful." She whispered back. He smiled lightly and he kissed her gently. When he released her he explained what to do.
"I want you to hide in the 5th balcony on the right. OK? If anything happens to me run. Run away ok? Don't worry about me." Kissing her again he finally let her go and went into the main hall as she crept into the balcony.
"Well, well, well." Harry spooked Christian as he walked into the middle of the main hall.
"Our little rat has returned to his nest. Welcome back." Harry laughed.
"There is no welcome here Harry. Only a good bye and that will be from only one of us. You can trust me on that." Christian replied.
"Do you have the frame?" Harry demanded.
"I do."
"Then give it here." Harry stuck out his course hand filled with calluses.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I give you this frame and you'll be out of here and I'll be layin here with a bullet hole in my stomach. Trust me, neither of this wants that." Christian smiled evilly.
"And why is that Christian? You got something here you want to protect? Perhaps that skank you ran off with? You did her up didn't you? I can't kill you because you got her pregnant didn't ya?"
"Well now I didn't say that. All I'm saying is that if you kill me. You won't get the frame."
"Don't you worry lad. I'll get that frame and once I get it I'll kill you and Dim. No worries for me ya little bastard." Harry laughed again.
"Now give me the frame."
"No."
"I am going to ask you once more to give me the frame Christian and if you don't I will kill you." Harry demanded. Then Christian noticed that he had his hand behind his back.
"No…" Christian hissed evilly.
Suddenly Harry whipped out his arm and a long silver funnel made a loud popping noise.
"NO!" They both heard Diana.
Christian felt the impact on his left chest and fell to the ground.
"Christian…" Diana whispered as he grabbed his chest and fell still. Harry dropped the gun and ran towards Christian and searched for the frame. It wasn't there. Then he'd figured it out from there. They had known what was in store for them.
"The little mouse has shown herself. Dim it has been a hearty 3 days hasn't it? Give me the frame!" Harry demanded turning towards her. Diana threw the cloth-covered object to Harry as he caught it in the air. Pulling out his second gun, Harry aimed it at Diana.
Rolling onto his knees in pain Christian managed to crawl to where the first gun lay.
"Please Harry, just let us go. We're not worth havin to kill… you know that." She cried.
"And you know dear sister, that I never let my victims live in a match like this. You of all people should know." Harry laughed.
"So you're not married?" They both heard. And Diana's heart filled with hope again.
"What? I shot you, you're dead! And I have the…" Unraveling the cloth he realized it was just a small book that red MOULIN ROUGE on the cover and not the frame he had presumed it was.
"That's right you have a book. Now read it and learn something." Diana smirked.
"I'll tell you what I have. I have your lives in my hands and what I don't have is to worry about you!" Holding up his arm he shot again at Christian hitting him in the lower abs. Out of instinct he pulled the trigger as well, hitting Harry straight between the eyes.
"And now you don't have a life." He whispered. Smiling proudly he looked at the gun in his hand, stained with his own blood and sin… he dropped it.
"Are you ok?" Diana asked. Christian gave her loving smile and whispered…
"No worries love… It doesn't hurt anymore." And with all the energy he had left in him… he collapsed.
Until help finally came, Diana held him in her arms… his still body so cold, and her tears of grief and love attempting to revive his sweat beaten face.
This gorgeous man… was the only thing she had left in this world…
"Please hang on… please… I love you." She whispered into the darkness of stuffy air. Could anyone hear her?
Christian clutched his wounds and lay there… practically dead… of his last love… until his dying day…
"I hate this world. Lord if you're going to take him, take me as well. This unlawful world has nothing left for me. So hear me now… take my love and you will have to take me as well." She sobbed still, holding Christian's cold body to her.
"Don't worry sweet." She whispered.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." And dark and stuffy air, was all that heard.
DUM DUM DUM!!! Please R&R
