A/n: This is a very short chapter, but its very interesting. Do read.

Chapter Two: Satine and Christian

1890, Paris

           

            The Moulin Rouge. The Prince of 16th century France awoke outside the doors of the infamous Moulin Rouge. He was lying on the ground, and the streets were empty for it was late and most of the people were either asleep, or watching the suspense within the Moulin Rouge's walls.

            Since the Moulin Rouge was the closest thing to him, the prince entered, unaware of his true identity or what had happened, his clothes entirely changed into a tuxedo and top hat. It was as if he had lived in the 18th century his entire life, as the mysterious wizard had intended.

            Inside, the prince saw he was within a thearter and that a show was playing upon the stage. Spectacular, Spectacular.

            "THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN!" were the words the prince heard as he entered. A man half way through the entrance stopped suddenly.

            "Never knew… I could… feel… like this… It's like I've never seen the sky before… Want to vanish inside your kiss... Everyday I'm loving you more and more! Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Come back to me! And forgive everything!" Sang a woman on the stage, who was the apparent star in her sparkling dress and crown. "Seasons may change, winter to spring…." She paused suddenly and then lowered her voice to a whisper, "I love you…to the end of… time."

            "Come what may," started the man, turning to the stage and slowly walking to it, "Come what may… Come what may! Come what may!"     

The woman and man suddenly began to sing together, "I will love you! Until, my dieing day! Come what may! Come what may! … I will love you until my dieing day!" Suddenly a short clown like man swung across the stage.

"He's trying to kill you!" the man shouted. By now the man who was about to leave the Moulin Rouge when the prince arrived was on the stage with the actress in the sparkling dress. Seconds of confusion as a gun flew around, and finally, victory.

All of the people on stage suddenly broke out in song, more as if in triumph.

"No matter what you say,

The show's ending our way!

Come on and stand your ground,

For freedom, Beauty! Truth! And Love!

You can't fool the children of the revolution,

No you can't fool,

The children of the revolution!

No you won't fool,

The children of the revolution!

No you can't fool,

The children of the revolution!"

As they sang, the people on the stage raised the man and the woman so that they faced each other and finished the song:

"Yes, I will love you,

Until my dying day!"

Then the curtains closed, and the prince dashed backstage. He came just in time to see the singing man lower the woman slowly to the ground, all of the actors around them, watching.

"Fetch the doctor!" Shouted Harold Zidler. The prince could here few words from the lovers.

"You've got to go on Christian…"

"Can't go on without you, though…"

"You've got so much to give… Tell-… Tell out story, Christian."

"No…"

"Promise me… promise me…"

"Yes…"

"I'll always be with you…" The woman smiled, one last smile of a love that had nearly conquered all, but has sadly failed in the end. A love that would live on forever and keep the bonds between the two people forever, something Christian hadn't yet realized over his devastation. He suddenly began to shake horribly in despair and disbelief and kissed his loves cold red lips, then gave out a cry of sorrow.  

Everyone stood around and watched with tears at the loss of the woman whom had brought so much joy to their life and kept them in business for such a long time, the audience outside applauding the show, unaware of the misery that was hanging over the backstage. The woman known as Satine was dead.

"Who are they?" the prince asked to a woman with black hair who was standing next to him.

"You seriously don't know? Why, she… was the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge. The star, Satine!" answered the woman, a bit rudely as she whipped tears from her eyes, smudging her makeup.

"What about the man?" the prince asked again, turning to Christian and feeling such pity for him.

"That's the writer of the show, Christian. Satine's lover." The woman replied again, saying the word "lover" in a bit of a disgusted way. "No one knows how it started, but we all know they were in love, maybe even true love if that exists. I don't know anymore… Never really put much thought to it, but just seeing them gives me such a powerful passion…"

"Just from seeing them?"

"Yes, its odd… I don't quite know why, but I just do." She wiped more tears as she suddenly took a glance at the lifeless face of Satine that would have had such joy that she was finally a real actress and that her love had survived the plans of the wretched Duke. "I'm sorry… I can't go on…" The woman turned sharply on her heels and ran off to another part of the building, her cries echoing in the halls.

"Christian, Christian! You have to let go now!" Shouted Harold Zidler as he pulled at Christians sleeve. The prince hadn't noticed over his conversation.

"No! NO! I'll never let go! SATINE!" He yelled back, crying miserably. Two men were ordered to come at once and pulled Christian away from the body of Satine. They hung on to an arm each while Harold spoke to him.

"I know you loved her, boy, but you have to move on!"

"No! Life is pointless without Satine! Kill me, kill me now!" Zidler gave a deep sigh at Christians sorry words.

"He's in denial, take him away to his apartment." The men nodded and dragged the poor man who has lost the only woman he had ever loved with great effort.

This is the one, thought the prince, he can teach me. I must follow him! Which he did, slowly, and carefully so as to not be noticed. His chase led him to a room inside a building just a few blocks away from the Moulin Rouge. Once the two men had left, the prince dashed to the door that led to the room Christian was drowning his sorrow with tears. As his hand laid upon the door handle he suddenly felt regret. Maybe now wasn't the time to bother the poor man with his own problems after all he was going through and after all, it was just recently that is all began. Maybe in a few weeks, or a month even. Until then, the prince would stay in another room within the building and bide his time.