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CHAPTER 1 A Whole New World
It was fall of 1901 and a cool breeze swept over the city of Paris. It was early morning and many people were at café's having some breakfast before starting their day. A young girl who went by the name of Diana wondered through the streets with one suitcase in her hand and a book in the other. She was dressed in a long maroon dress with black lace but with a black over coat the fell to her ankles. She looked around at all the people as she walked through cobble stone streets. "Any day now" she said to herself with her British accent. She stopped at a corner and put down her suitcase and leaned against the wall. She took a deep breath. "This was a bad idea." She thought. She closed her eyes and thought about her mother and father who were just recently victims back home in a viscous murder. A tear rolled down her cheek. "It's for the best." She spoke to herself. "Just believe in love." Before letting herself cry she whipped away the tear, took a deep breath, picked up her suitcase and continued to walk.
Meanwhile, the lonely Christian sat at a café reading a newspaper while sporadically reaching for his coffee and muffin. People were around him talking and laughing but he kept to himself. Some called him strange but some called his unique. Others didn't even know he existed.
"Excuse me." A soft voice pulled him away from his reading. He looked up to see a young girl, she looked to be maybe 21 or so. She had dark brown curly hair that fell on her shoulders. Half was pulled back away from her face but about two curls had seemed to escape. She had on a black coat, held a suitcase in one hand and a book in the other. "Would you mind it very much if I join you. I have been walking and my arms."
"Sure." He said simply and returned to his reading. He seemed a little cold and not too friendly.
"Are you from England?" She asked sitting down?
Without even looking up from his paper he responded "Yes."
"I could tell by your accent. I just came from a town just outside of London actually." She said, hoping for a response. He just kept reading. "okay." she said quietly and looked around too all the other people who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
She sat there, tapping her fingers on the table waiting for time to go by. "Could you please.stop." He said just looking up when he said stop.
"I'm sorry." She said a little confused. He sighed and looked back at his paper. "Now tell me, is everyone in Paris a wanker such as yourself or is it just you?"
His eyes widened as he looked up. She new what she had said was wrong. "Excuse me?" "I'm sorry." "Look, you don't know me and I don't know you. I am just letting you sit here because you look a tired."
"I'm sorry."
He turned his head and looked at his home and to the windmill he could still see. Diana opened her book to the middle where she had left off and began to read. It wasn't the first time she had read it and not even the second. But the forth. She loved it and couldn't take her eyes off it. The story was beautiful.
Christian looked over and saw what she was reading and he felt his chest get tight and a lump in his throat. "Wha-What are you reading?" He asked.
"Oh this? Moulin Rouge. With Spectacular Spectacular. Diamond Dogs."
"oh." He closed his paper, put down some money on the table to pay for the coffee and muffin and got up. "If you'll excuse me but I should.I should get going."
"Wait sir." She said standing up. "I just got here today. Do you know of a place I can stay?"
"No-No I don't. Excuse me." And he walked away. Diana was confused and just sat back down in her chair putting her hands on her forehead. "What was his problem?" She then stood up, grabbed her suitcase and book and continued walking.
She came across an old building not too far from the café and it was right across from the Moulin Rouge. She it didn't have the bright lights it once had but the spirits remain. She saw an old lady standing outside throwing trash to the side.
"Excuse me." She said. The old woman looked at her. "Hello. My name is Diana and I just moved here from England. I was wondering if you have a room available by chance?" The old lady looked at her and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't have too much money but I will be able to pay you monthly. If that is alright of course." The old woman just looked at her. "Yes?"
"Come with me." The lady said walking into the building. Her voice was raspy and she sounded like a witch. This gave Diana a horrible chill. The woman walked into a room and grabbed a key that hung on the wall. "Here you go. You are on the third floor. Your door is on the right. I expect to get paid at the first of each month. On the first of November I expect half of the original payment."
"Yes ma'am."
"And one more thing. Don't bother the poor young man across the hall from you. He isn't much of a people person these days."
"Okay."
Diana walked up all the stairs until she got to the third floor. She unlocked the door using the key and walked into her new home. It wasn't much. There where three windows, a desk, a dresser for clothes, and a bed. It was empty with man cracks in the walls but she knew that she could make the best of it. "Home sweet home." She said putting her suitcase on the bed. There was a small table next to her bed where she rested the book.
When she finished unpacking she noticed that there was a ledge outside her window where she could walk on. She climbed out and it was just like a type of balcony. The cool breeze hit her face but it felt so good. She was just in her dress and her coat was inside. It was her favorite maroon dress. It waved softly in the breeze. It was low cut at the chest but not too low. There were no straps but black lace rest falling off her shoulders. But something caught her eye. It was man standing against the wall overlooking the Moulin Rouge.
"Excuse me." She said. He looked over and she was surprised. It was the man from the café. "Oh goodness. Hello. I guess I am your new neighbor." She spoke.
"Hi."
"My name is Diana." She said walking over to him carefully.
"Christian."
"Hello Christian."
"Look, I am sorry for the way I acted at the café."
"It's no problem."
It was silent between the two. Diana, thinking that all this was a hopeless cause walked back to her window and crawled back into her room. She sat on the bed and looked at a picture of her parents. She tried to smile as her eyes filled with tears. She quickly wiped them away and took a deep breath.
"I was daddy's little girl and Mama's little angel," She sang putting down the picture. "Teachers pet, pageant queen." She sighed. "All my life I've been pleasin' everyone but me, Waking in up in someone else's dream." She looked out the window and walked over to it. The sun was setting and it looked beautiful. She thought for a moment and crawled back out.
"It never rained, the sun was always shining. The light was always green. There was a time when every door was open, the universe was mine.or so it seemed. Every roll was seven or eleven. That it would ever end never crossed my mind. I was flying higher than the heavens back when the world was mine." She sung out before leaning back against the wall.
She looked to her side to see Christian sitting, looking right at her. "That was nice." He asked. "Sad though."
"I didn't know I had an audience."
"May I ask you-may I ask what it was about."
"You wouldn't understand." She said looking across the city.
"It's very kind of you to judge me that way." He said sternly. She looked over at him and wondered.
"You really want to know?" She asked. Christian nodded. "My parents were killed." Christian looked down and away, almost like he was embarrassed. "Murdered, in our own home."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too." She said quietly.
It was silent, but not for too long. "May I ask why?" Christian asked. "I mean, you don't need to answer."
"My father owned a company that needless to say got some people angry. My mum, well, she wasn't the nicest person in the town. Telling personal stories about other people. It was horrible. But they were my parents and for the longest time I believed they were perfect until I lost them and found out what they were really like. But I still loved them."
"Well they're your parents."
"Yea." she sighed.
"I'm sure it's hard."
"Yea.it's not easy." She paused. "It's not easy," She sang out. "Trying to understand how the world can be so cold. Stealing the souls of man. Cloudy skies rain down on all your dreams. You wrestle with the fear and doubt."
"Sometimes it's hard but you gotta believe." Christian put in.
"There's a better place." Diana sang.
"Where our father waits. And every tear he'll wipe away." Christian added with his lovely singing voice.
"The darkness will be gone, the weak Shall be strong."
"Hold on to your faith," The both sang together. "There will come a day."
"Wars are raging." Christian said standing up. "Lives are scattered. The old are forgotten, the children are forsaken. In this world we're living in, Isn't everything sacred? There's a better place."
"There's a better place." Diana echoed.
"Where our father waits."
"Father waits."
"And every tear,"
"He'll wipe away"
"The darkness with be gone, the weak shall be strong. Hold on to your faith."
"There will come a day." They both sang. They both continued. "Song will ring out Down these golden streets. The voices of earth, the angels will sing. Every knee will bow, Sin will have no trace, in the glory of His amazing grace! There will come a day."
"The darkness will be gone, the weak shall be strong." Dianna sang.
They both picked up. "There will come a day. Oh, there will come a day. I know there coming a day." They ended. Christian looked at her, his eyes red as if he was holding pack tears.
He looked out over the city. "Come what may." He sang. Diana's eyes widened as she found the truth. She knew who he was and she couldn't believe it. It was he, Christian from her book. Christian, the man who fell in love with Satine.
"You. You're Christian."
He looked at her confused. "yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me."
"About?"
"I was reading your book this morning and you didn't say a thing."
"What's there to say?" He asked turning back to go into his home. Diana followed him.
"You wrote about truth, beauty, freedom, but above it all you wrote about love."
"I don't believe in love." He said quietly looking down.
Diana got a lump in her throat. "What?" She asked. "Don't believe in love?" She was amazed, she couldn't believe it. "But you wrote that whole book, you were in love with Satine."
"Don't say her name." She said quietly, holding in anger.
"How.how can you not believe in love?"
"I believed in it once, a long time ago. But not anymore! I can't love again."
"You taught me so much."
"You don't even know me."
"Oh yes I do." She said against him. "You spoke to me through that story. I learned what true love is through your book. I learned about Truth, beauty, freedom, and love. I learned about the place, I learned about the people. I learned about you. That is why I am here."
"Why waste your time here?"
"Because I thought I would get that warm, safe feeling as I do when I read your book. When I found out about my parents murder I didn't know what to do. I figured, Go to Paris! Go to the Moulin Rouge! Go to where love fills the air and maybe I could feel protected."
"You're wasting your time." He walked over to his desk and sat down, not even looking at her.
Diana looked at him in shock. She walked out of room back onto the ledge. "I.I'm sorry about Satine." She said quietly before walking away. Christian sat there thinking about what she had said and thinking of Satine. The woman he loved, the ONLY woman he ever loved. She was gone and there was nothing he could do.
The next morning Diana walked out of her room and locked the door behind her. When she turned around she saw Christian doing the same.
"Good morning." She greeted without even a glance.
"Good morning." He responded. He looked over at her and she was wearing a forest green dress. It had long sleeves and black lace at the end. It was similar as the maroon dress the day before only this one looked like it was meant for fall weather. She held a matching umbrella in her left hand.
"You seem to have a lot of money for a girl who lives in a place like this." He said.
"Do you think I actually got any of my parents money?"
"I guess not."
"I did." She said walking away leaving Christian lost and confused. He went after her.
"Then why are you living in a run down place like this?"
"Because I left the money behind."
"What?!"
"What's more important Christian, money or my life?"
"But money could make your life better."
"Easy for someone to say who doesn't believe in love."
"You know, for a little girl who have a lot of nerve."
Diana stopped. "Did you or did you not say yesterday that you don't believe in love?" Christian was silent. "And I am not a little girl." She then continued to walk.
"There is something that you are not telling me."
"Do you expect me to tell you everything?"
"You can talk to me." He said.
Diana again stopped. "Oh can I?"
"Yes.please."
"No." She continued to walk and walk away from him she did. Little did she know what would happen.
Diana seemed to have walked into the wrong part of town when looking for a job to earn money to pay rent and to live. It was dirty and whores and pimps wondered the streets. She was dressed nicely compared to these people. It made her nervous. She was not used to anything like this. She was scared. She has been scared ever since her parents were killed. She didn't know what it was like being on her own. She was terrified.
"Hey baby." She heard a voice say. She turned around to see a poor man walking to her but stumbling as he did. "Why don't you pay me to sleep with you." She said with a laugh.
"What?"
"Yea, you look like you have enough money." He said laughing even harder. Diana didn't say anything, just turned around and kept walking.
Another man stood up. "I don't think she is from this part of town."
"No, I don't think she is."
Diana, without saying a word pushed one of the men to the side to keep walking but he grabbed her arm. "Leaving so soon?" He asked.
"Let go!" She screamed.
"Come on just a kiss." He said leaning into her but she turned her face away from him. "Feisty aren't we?" He said holding her arm more tightly. She screamed.
"Hey!" A voice shouted and pushed the man causing Diana to fall with him. But the man grabbed her other arm before she his the ground. She looked up to see the familiar face of Christian. "She's not one of you. Find a whore," he demanded. "Not a lady." His face was filled with rage. He looked at her and his face become softer. "This place isn't for you." Still holding onto her arm they walked away. She looked back at the man on the ground as she was breathing deeply.
"Thank you." She said looking back at him.
"I was at the right place at the right time."
"What were you doing here anyway?"
"Buying myself a drink."
"You trust the drinks there?"
"It's cheap."
"What did you get."
"Absinthe."
"Ab.what?"
"Absinthe."
"Oh. Yes, I know."
Before she knew it she was in Christians room as he was fixing up two glasses of Absinthe. She watched him catch it on fire and everything. He walked over to her and handed her a glass.
"Are you sure you want to try it?" He asked her.
"Of course. I am here willing and wanting to try new things." She smiled. He smiled back at her for the first time. Her smile grew even more. "Well well, I got a smile from you."
He let out a laugh and handed her a glass. "To you and your new life in Paris." He smiled. "On three. One.two.three." The both took the shot glass of the ever powerful Absinthe. Diana cringed as the sharp taste hit her tongue and she swallowed. She felt it run down her throat. She could fell it go down to her stomach. She could feel it travel into her blood stream and go throughout the rest of her body. It was intense and she never felt anything like it. After she got over the initial shock, she looked over at Christian and laughed.
"More!" She smiled.
Christian laughed. "Not so fast." He put his glass down and shook his head. "Wow. We went all out with that."
"What?"
"Oh, I usually just mix it was water and that's it. I haven't had the real thing in a long time."
"Oh." She laughed. "Well, feeling could get boring day in and day out I guess."
"Every now and then it's nice."
"Can I just have one more." She begged. "Please." She laughed. Christian agreed and made them each one more glass. "To Absinthe." She said. "And to its many powers."
"Amen." Christian said before taking the drink. Diana followed right after him. After she got over the shock again she looked at him laughing. "Welcome to Paris!" He said.
"I love it!" She said falling back on the bed in laughter. Christian fell next to her. They just lay there, laughing, forgetting about everything and just enjoying the moment.
*Well, I hope you like it so far. Please R/R! Thanks a bunch.
Someone Else's Dream-Written by Craig Miseman, Trey Bruse.-Faith Hill When The World Was Mine-Ronan Keating There Will Come A Day-Faith Hill
CHAPTER 1 A Whole New World
It was fall of 1901 and a cool breeze swept over the city of Paris. It was early morning and many people were at café's having some breakfast before starting their day. A young girl who went by the name of Diana wondered through the streets with one suitcase in her hand and a book in the other. She was dressed in a long maroon dress with black lace but with a black over coat the fell to her ankles. She looked around at all the people as she walked through cobble stone streets. "Any day now" she said to herself with her British accent. She stopped at a corner and put down her suitcase and leaned against the wall. She took a deep breath. "This was a bad idea." She thought. She closed her eyes and thought about her mother and father who were just recently victims back home in a viscous murder. A tear rolled down her cheek. "It's for the best." She spoke to herself. "Just believe in love." Before letting herself cry she whipped away the tear, took a deep breath, picked up her suitcase and continued to walk.
Meanwhile, the lonely Christian sat at a café reading a newspaper while sporadically reaching for his coffee and muffin. People were around him talking and laughing but he kept to himself. Some called him strange but some called his unique. Others didn't even know he existed.
"Excuse me." A soft voice pulled him away from his reading. He looked up to see a young girl, she looked to be maybe 21 or so. She had dark brown curly hair that fell on her shoulders. Half was pulled back away from her face but about two curls had seemed to escape. She had on a black coat, held a suitcase in one hand and a book in the other. "Would you mind it very much if I join you. I have been walking and my arms."
"Sure." He said simply and returned to his reading. He seemed a little cold and not too friendly.
"Are you from England?" She asked sitting down?
Without even looking up from his paper he responded "Yes."
"I could tell by your accent. I just came from a town just outside of London actually." She said, hoping for a response. He just kept reading. "okay." she said quietly and looked around too all the other people who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
She sat there, tapping her fingers on the table waiting for time to go by. "Could you please.stop." He said just looking up when he said stop.
"I'm sorry." She said a little confused. He sighed and looked back at his paper. "Now tell me, is everyone in Paris a wanker such as yourself or is it just you?"
His eyes widened as he looked up. She new what she had said was wrong. "Excuse me?" "I'm sorry." "Look, you don't know me and I don't know you. I am just letting you sit here because you look a tired."
"I'm sorry."
He turned his head and looked at his home and to the windmill he could still see. Diana opened her book to the middle where she had left off and began to read. It wasn't the first time she had read it and not even the second. But the forth. She loved it and couldn't take her eyes off it. The story was beautiful.
Christian looked over and saw what she was reading and he felt his chest get tight and a lump in his throat. "Wha-What are you reading?" He asked.
"Oh this? Moulin Rouge. With Spectacular Spectacular. Diamond Dogs."
"oh." He closed his paper, put down some money on the table to pay for the coffee and muffin and got up. "If you'll excuse me but I should.I should get going."
"Wait sir." She said standing up. "I just got here today. Do you know of a place I can stay?"
"No-No I don't. Excuse me." And he walked away. Diana was confused and just sat back down in her chair putting her hands on her forehead. "What was his problem?" She then stood up, grabbed her suitcase and book and continued walking.
She came across an old building not too far from the café and it was right across from the Moulin Rouge. She it didn't have the bright lights it once had but the spirits remain. She saw an old lady standing outside throwing trash to the side.
"Excuse me." She said. The old woman looked at her. "Hello. My name is Diana and I just moved here from England. I was wondering if you have a room available by chance?" The old lady looked at her and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't have too much money but I will be able to pay you monthly. If that is alright of course." The old woman just looked at her. "Yes?"
"Come with me." The lady said walking into the building. Her voice was raspy and she sounded like a witch. This gave Diana a horrible chill. The woman walked into a room and grabbed a key that hung on the wall. "Here you go. You are on the third floor. Your door is on the right. I expect to get paid at the first of each month. On the first of November I expect half of the original payment."
"Yes ma'am."
"And one more thing. Don't bother the poor young man across the hall from you. He isn't much of a people person these days."
"Okay."
Diana walked up all the stairs until she got to the third floor. She unlocked the door using the key and walked into her new home. It wasn't much. There where three windows, a desk, a dresser for clothes, and a bed. It was empty with man cracks in the walls but she knew that she could make the best of it. "Home sweet home." She said putting her suitcase on the bed. There was a small table next to her bed where she rested the book.
When she finished unpacking she noticed that there was a ledge outside her window where she could walk on. She climbed out and it was just like a type of balcony. The cool breeze hit her face but it felt so good. She was just in her dress and her coat was inside. It was her favorite maroon dress. It waved softly in the breeze. It was low cut at the chest but not too low. There were no straps but black lace rest falling off her shoulders. But something caught her eye. It was man standing against the wall overlooking the Moulin Rouge.
"Excuse me." She said. He looked over and she was surprised. It was the man from the café. "Oh goodness. Hello. I guess I am your new neighbor." She spoke.
"Hi."
"My name is Diana." She said walking over to him carefully.
"Christian."
"Hello Christian."
"Look, I am sorry for the way I acted at the café."
"It's no problem."
It was silent between the two. Diana, thinking that all this was a hopeless cause walked back to her window and crawled back into her room. She sat on the bed and looked at a picture of her parents. She tried to smile as her eyes filled with tears. She quickly wiped them away and took a deep breath.
"I was daddy's little girl and Mama's little angel," She sang putting down the picture. "Teachers pet, pageant queen." She sighed. "All my life I've been pleasin' everyone but me, Waking in up in someone else's dream." She looked out the window and walked over to it. The sun was setting and it looked beautiful. She thought for a moment and crawled back out.
"It never rained, the sun was always shining. The light was always green. There was a time when every door was open, the universe was mine.or so it seemed. Every roll was seven or eleven. That it would ever end never crossed my mind. I was flying higher than the heavens back when the world was mine." She sung out before leaning back against the wall.
She looked to her side to see Christian sitting, looking right at her. "That was nice." He asked. "Sad though."
"I didn't know I had an audience."
"May I ask you-may I ask what it was about."
"You wouldn't understand." She said looking across the city.
"It's very kind of you to judge me that way." He said sternly. She looked over at him and wondered.
"You really want to know?" She asked. Christian nodded. "My parents were killed." Christian looked down and away, almost like he was embarrassed. "Murdered, in our own home."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too." She said quietly.
It was silent, but not for too long. "May I ask why?" Christian asked. "I mean, you don't need to answer."
"My father owned a company that needless to say got some people angry. My mum, well, she wasn't the nicest person in the town. Telling personal stories about other people. It was horrible. But they were my parents and for the longest time I believed they were perfect until I lost them and found out what they were really like. But I still loved them."
"Well they're your parents."
"Yea." she sighed.
"I'm sure it's hard."
"Yea.it's not easy." She paused. "It's not easy," She sang out. "Trying to understand how the world can be so cold. Stealing the souls of man. Cloudy skies rain down on all your dreams. You wrestle with the fear and doubt."
"Sometimes it's hard but you gotta believe." Christian put in.
"There's a better place." Diana sang.
"Where our father waits. And every tear he'll wipe away." Christian added with his lovely singing voice.
"The darkness will be gone, the weak Shall be strong."
"Hold on to your faith," The both sang together. "There will come a day."
"Wars are raging." Christian said standing up. "Lives are scattered. The old are forgotten, the children are forsaken. In this world we're living in, Isn't everything sacred? There's a better place."
"There's a better place." Diana echoed.
"Where our father waits."
"Father waits."
"And every tear,"
"He'll wipe away"
"The darkness with be gone, the weak shall be strong. Hold on to your faith."
"There will come a day." They both sang. They both continued. "Song will ring out Down these golden streets. The voices of earth, the angels will sing. Every knee will bow, Sin will have no trace, in the glory of His amazing grace! There will come a day."
"The darkness will be gone, the weak shall be strong." Dianna sang.
They both picked up. "There will come a day. Oh, there will come a day. I know there coming a day." They ended. Christian looked at her, his eyes red as if he was holding pack tears.
He looked out over the city. "Come what may." He sang. Diana's eyes widened as she found the truth. She knew who he was and she couldn't believe it. It was he, Christian from her book. Christian, the man who fell in love with Satine.
"You. You're Christian."
He looked at her confused. "yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me."
"About?"
"I was reading your book this morning and you didn't say a thing."
"What's there to say?" He asked turning back to go into his home. Diana followed him.
"You wrote about truth, beauty, freedom, but above it all you wrote about love."
"I don't believe in love." He said quietly looking down.
Diana got a lump in her throat. "What?" She asked. "Don't believe in love?" She was amazed, she couldn't believe it. "But you wrote that whole book, you were in love with Satine."
"Don't say her name." She said quietly, holding in anger.
"How.how can you not believe in love?"
"I believed in it once, a long time ago. But not anymore! I can't love again."
"You taught me so much."
"You don't even know me."
"Oh yes I do." She said against him. "You spoke to me through that story. I learned what true love is through your book. I learned about Truth, beauty, freedom, and love. I learned about the place, I learned about the people. I learned about you. That is why I am here."
"Why waste your time here?"
"Because I thought I would get that warm, safe feeling as I do when I read your book. When I found out about my parents murder I didn't know what to do. I figured, Go to Paris! Go to the Moulin Rouge! Go to where love fills the air and maybe I could feel protected."
"You're wasting your time." He walked over to his desk and sat down, not even looking at her.
Diana looked at him in shock. She walked out of room back onto the ledge. "I.I'm sorry about Satine." She said quietly before walking away. Christian sat there thinking about what she had said and thinking of Satine. The woman he loved, the ONLY woman he ever loved. She was gone and there was nothing he could do.
The next morning Diana walked out of her room and locked the door behind her. When she turned around she saw Christian doing the same.
"Good morning." She greeted without even a glance.
"Good morning." He responded. He looked over at her and she was wearing a forest green dress. It had long sleeves and black lace at the end. It was similar as the maroon dress the day before only this one looked like it was meant for fall weather. She held a matching umbrella in her left hand.
"You seem to have a lot of money for a girl who lives in a place like this." He said.
"Do you think I actually got any of my parents money?"
"I guess not."
"I did." She said walking away leaving Christian lost and confused. He went after her.
"Then why are you living in a run down place like this?"
"Because I left the money behind."
"What?!"
"What's more important Christian, money or my life?"
"But money could make your life better."
"Easy for someone to say who doesn't believe in love."
"You know, for a little girl who have a lot of nerve."
Diana stopped. "Did you or did you not say yesterday that you don't believe in love?" Christian was silent. "And I am not a little girl." She then continued to walk.
"There is something that you are not telling me."
"Do you expect me to tell you everything?"
"You can talk to me." He said.
Diana again stopped. "Oh can I?"
"Yes.please."
"No." She continued to walk and walk away from him she did. Little did she know what would happen.
Diana seemed to have walked into the wrong part of town when looking for a job to earn money to pay rent and to live. It was dirty and whores and pimps wondered the streets. She was dressed nicely compared to these people. It made her nervous. She was not used to anything like this. She was scared. She has been scared ever since her parents were killed. She didn't know what it was like being on her own. She was terrified.
"Hey baby." She heard a voice say. She turned around to see a poor man walking to her but stumbling as he did. "Why don't you pay me to sleep with you." She said with a laugh.
"What?"
"Yea, you look like you have enough money." He said laughing even harder. Diana didn't say anything, just turned around and kept walking.
Another man stood up. "I don't think she is from this part of town."
"No, I don't think she is."
Diana, without saying a word pushed one of the men to the side to keep walking but he grabbed her arm. "Leaving so soon?" He asked.
"Let go!" She screamed.
"Come on just a kiss." He said leaning into her but she turned her face away from him. "Feisty aren't we?" He said holding her arm more tightly. She screamed.
"Hey!" A voice shouted and pushed the man causing Diana to fall with him. But the man grabbed her other arm before she his the ground. She looked up to see the familiar face of Christian. "She's not one of you. Find a whore," he demanded. "Not a lady." His face was filled with rage. He looked at her and his face become softer. "This place isn't for you." Still holding onto her arm they walked away. She looked back at the man on the ground as she was breathing deeply.
"Thank you." She said looking back at him.
"I was at the right place at the right time."
"What were you doing here anyway?"
"Buying myself a drink."
"You trust the drinks there?"
"It's cheap."
"What did you get."
"Absinthe."
"Ab.what?"
"Absinthe."
"Oh. Yes, I know."
Before she knew it she was in Christians room as he was fixing up two glasses of Absinthe. She watched him catch it on fire and everything. He walked over to her and handed her a glass.
"Are you sure you want to try it?" He asked her.
"Of course. I am here willing and wanting to try new things." She smiled. He smiled back at her for the first time. Her smile grew even more. "Well well, I got a smile from you."
He let out a laugh and handed her a glass. "To you and your new life in Paris." He smiled. "On three. One.two.three." The both took the shot glass of the ever powerful Absinthe. Diana cringed as the sharp taste hit her tongue and she swallowed. She felt it run down her throat. She could fell it go down to her stomach. She could feel it travel into her blood stream and go throughout the rest of her body. It was intense and she never felt anything like it. After she got over the initial shock, she looked over at Christian and laughed.
"More!" She smiled.
Christian laughed. "Not so fast." He put his glass down and shook his head. "Wow. We went all out with that."
"What?"
"Oh, I usually just mix it was water and that's it. I haven't had the real thing in a long time."
"Oh." She laughed. "Well, feeling could get boring day in and day out I guess."
"Every now and then it's nice."
"Can I just have one more." She begged. "Please." She laughed. Christian agreed and made them each one more glass. "To Absinthe." She said. "And to its many powers."
"Amen." Christian said before taking the drink. Diana followed right after him. After she got over the shock again she looked at him laughing. "Welcome to Paris!" He said.
"I love it!" She said falling back on the bed in laughter. Christian fell next to her. They just lay there, laughing, forgetting about everything and just enjoying the moment.
*Well, I hope you like it so far. Please R/R! Thanks a bunch.
Someone Else's Dream-Written by Craig Miseman, Trey Bruse.-Faith Hill When The World Was Mine-Ronan Keating There Will Come A Day-Faith Hill