Disclaimer: Again, I don't own you, or anything in the Moulin Rouge. Though Baz does. He might as well own me too. I wuv you Baz! But I do think I own the other stuff. Like the freaky Irish guy, for instance.

Songs used: "Supreme" by Robbie Williams and "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis. Note: Wow! Thanks so much for the reviews guys! They really do make me giddy! How exciting, Thank you! And "E", I still say you're the reason why this thing's posted!

A Love Suprême

Chapter 2 - It Seemed Forever Stopped Today



"Wake up my dear." A ratty voice coiled to Satine as she regained consciousness. She felt her head throb as she whispered "Christian..." before fluttering her eyes open. "DUKE!" She sat up, backing away from him quickly. "Where's Christian?! What did you do to him!?" She began to cry, hoping Christian's all right. Her frightened eyes wondered around the room violently, she tried to keep from panicking furthermore.

"The boy doesn't matter now my Dear, you've got me. You're in your new home." The Duke snarled.

"But, but-"

"Ah, no more about the boy. This is your life now, you won't try to escape, I will allow you freedom, but you mustn't disobey my trust, or I'll have you killed. You will learn to love me, as you should have before. But that's in the past. We have no servants here. You will live like a housewife should, only in well conditions. Money is not a problem here. Now, Put on some clothes and make yourself look nice. Your wardrobe is in the closet now thanks to me. It's almost 7:00. You should fix us breakfast. I'll be reading the paper." He left the room without hesitation.

Satine tried to dry her tears as she prepared herself for the Duke. If she were with Christian at the moment, she wouldn't have to. He loved her in any way, shape, or form. She could be dressed to make a complete fool of herself, and he would still love her. This wasn't the case. The Duke made it obvious he didn't like her in anything but the most formal attire. His diamond, to show off to the world, and brag about it. Sure, she was a diamond. But not 'that' kind of diamond. She was Christian's adored diamond. She didn't have to be flashed in peoples' faces. He just wanted her with him. She was 'special' to him. But, God, what did he do to Christian?

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

Christian awoke in his state of soreness, lying on a bench at the trainstation. His body ached as he looked up to the sky above. "Satine..."

"Ah, you're up then, Lad." A strange, middle-aged Irishman spat out.

"Excuse me?" Christian said wearily pulled himself up from the bench, seeing at the man sitting next to where he was laying.

"You're up! A few hours ago, they carried ya off the train and dropped ya right here on the bench. I don't know why they did it to ya Lad, but you were knocked unconscious it looked like ta me. Yep, I'm waiting for the train to take me a bit south. I need to get back ta Ireland. That ferry's far away I tell ya."

"Oh. Di-Did they carry anyone else off? A woman? A beautiful woman with the loveliest red hair, and the sweetest, most beautiful eyes?" Christian had a look of helpless hope in his eyes

"Ah, I see ya fancied that Lassie. She was taken offa here by a man. I thought he looked a bit odd with 'er. And I thought she was asleep, but I don't think anyone could have slept through someone carrying 'er like that!"

After looking at the Irishman with a terrified look, Christian cried into his hands at the thought. "I loved her, and he-he killed her."

"Killed her ya say?! That's a tough blow I tell ya. I didn't think she was dead. She was a looker for an unmoving body. Welp! That's my train. I've got ta run. Take care of yaself Laddie."

Christian looked around sadly as he sobbed into the dawn, the breaking sun over the hills and buildings, illuminating his face. "Satine, I miss you. You didn't deserve this! ... I'm so sorry... I should have been there! To save you! I should have never left your side." He wanted to die and he tried to think of what more to say through his sadness into the cool, crisp air on a rare sunny day in London. The sun shone for Satine. She lit up the sky today. And so, looking up to the sun that blazed brightly like Satine's heart, he sung.

Oh, it seemed forever stopped today

All the lonely hearts in London

Caught a train and rode away



When there's no love in town

This new century, keeps bringing you down

All the places you have been

Trying to find, a love supreme

A love Supreme

He looked down, knowing he had to soon face the real world. Atleast for this day, because it shone for Satine. So he picked up his luggage, and his typerwriter, put on his hat and coat sitting beside him, and left the train station. Now it was time to go to his new flat. The one he used what little money he had on. For him and his Satine. He cried as he whispered to himself while walking. "How wonderful life was, when you were in the world..." His teeth gritted as he thought of the Duke. He had killed her. Christian didn't know how, but the Duke had killed her. He remembered her body, his Satine's blood, staining spots on her face and hands.

By this time, Christian was drowning in his thoughts. How he hated the Duke, and felt his heart ache for Satine. For what he did to her. He would never forgive the Duke, until his dying day. He was now in the building of his new flat, walking down the narrow corridor. He'd think about revenge on the Duke. He was sure of it. On a better time though, He had just lost his love. Further he drifted.

Someday you will find me

Caught beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why

A dreamer dreams, she never dies

Wipe that tear away now from your eye

Slowly walking down the hall

Faster than a cannonball...

A woman interrupted his thoughts. "Ah, there you are, here for the apartment are you?"

"Y-Yes." And so, the woman led him up to it, and left him alone. It was quite like his garret. So small, yet had a lovely view. He sat at the window, set down his luggage, and looked over to see children playing in the park. Older people shopping at the marketplace. He was right in the middle of the city. Satine would have loved it.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

"Satine!" The Duke yelled as she hustled down the stairs to meet him. "You took too long! I'm waiting for you to make our breakfast!"

"So sorry, uh, Dear Duke, I'll um, make it right away!" She ran to her new kitchen where she now had to make meals. To her surprise, she found everything she needed to make bacon, eggs and toast. When she was finished, she poured the Duke a glass of milk, and a separate glass of orange juice and sat it down in front of him.

"What is this!? I'd prefer a glass of wine with my breakfast!"

"I'm terribly sorry Duke!" She gasped as she felt the horrid coughs about to reach her lungs, shse needed to get away from him.

He then slapped her across the face angrily. "You are a very stupid girl, Miss Zidler, now get me my wine for my breakfast. Then you will join me!"

Satine felt the scratch of the Duke's ring slide across her face harshly with his slap. She wasn't his posing lover, she was his servant. He once again made her lower than she was. She then gripped her cheek and hurried to the kitchen as the coughs came to her. Weakly, she fell to the floor, drawing blood into a cloth. "Where are you, Christian?" She whispered quietly.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+- 1 year later -+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

Christian awoke, like so many other mornings, to gloominess. The sky hasn't been bright since Satine was first gone, missing from his life. Sure, he had reason to live these days. He'd found a job with an old friend of Toulouse's, Angus. As for his job, Christian wrote poems about love and turned them into books. He was what seemed should be successful writer of the book of poetry, simply called "Love" He made his money off of his writings. This money would go towards his apartment, of course, for he was still trying to pay it off. Then some also went to absinthe. It was what kept him from killing himself. The Green fairy took him back in time to his memories of Satine. He felt like she was there with him sometimes. He could smell the scent of her hair. He could feel her soft, ivory skin.

But that was all. Then he would reappear to another morning, alone in his garret, waiting for his friend Angus to collect his work. His head usually throbbed, his eyes were normally bloodshot, and he no longer shaved. He had a full beard, making him look sad and lonely, as he was.

Sometimes, upon looking out the window into the marketplace, he thought he saw his Satine. But it wasn't. Either it was an allusion, or it was an actual person, in whom he would make her of. He would want to make her look happy though. He would like to look down to see her happily going on about her business, before coming up to him in their petite flat. The fact of the matter was, no matter how much he wanted to picture a happy Satine, those occurrences when he would see a replica in the street were all gloomy. So much unlike his Satine. If she were living, in Christian's eyes, he would do everything in his power to maker her the happiest woman alive. All he needed was her, to make him the happiest man. But even his allusions wouldn't crack a smile. And therefor, he was the saddest.

But there lay his last bottle of Absinthe for the week, on the floor, beside the typewriter, everywhere laid an empty absinthe bottle. Finished in another lonely night. He had to head to the marketplace to get more, even though he wasn't a people person anymore. He didn't want to make contact with anyone. He also hated the god-awful stares the people would give him as he nervously made his way through the streets. Maybe he did have reason to keep shaving. He tried not to let the people bother him as he searched for the nearest liqueur store.

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-

"Ugh", Satine groaned as she pulled herself out of bed for another morning of cooking for the Duke. Like every other morning, she just wanted to wake up with Christian right there, beside her. Her true love to rescue her from this hell. It must have been her thousandth bruise this year that she'd gotten from displeasing the Duke. She looked in the mirror to see her forehead standing out more than ever from the swelling. She prepared herself slowly, mourning for her thoughts of Christian. 'Where was he now?' Noticing the time, she hurried downstairs to cook for the Duke once more.

"Can't you do anything about that head of yours!? It looks ghastly!" He still sat at the dining room table, like he always did, yelling to a hard- working maiden in the kitchen.

'Well you're the one who put it there!' She wanted to yell, but that would only cause more. "I'm sorry, Dear Duke, but I can't do anything about it." Reaching for the wine, she noticed there was no more. 'But he absolutely has to have his wine with his breakfast! He's going to kill me! We're out of eggs too!' She panicked, coughing harshly.

She knew she couldn't face the Duke, he'd hit her, she knew it. Writing a note as if she were terribly sorry about not having his precious wine, or eggs for that matter, she put the note right on the counter, took her purse, with her daily wages, and headed for the marketplace, as usual.

'Oh how I'm so glad to get out of there. I have enough to run away and live for a few days anyhow. Why won't I just leave him?' She thought, walking slowly down the street. She didn't care what she looked like, though she would rather not have anything as to distort her appearance, like it was. She continued walking, into the main streets of London, just thinking. Thinking about what it would have been like with Christian. If she were with him, she wouldn't have such a cold, sick and weak feeling in her chest. She had lived long past expected. She wouldn't feel as if everyday were her last. She wouldn't have bruises covering her body. She'd be happy, with the man of her dreams. Money wouldn't matter. Money doesn't matter now. 'I still love you Christian, where are you?'

But just then, she found herself collided with a man. She looked up with hopeful eyes, "Christian?"

The man looked at her confused and with a look of pity, "I think you'd better sit down somewhere Ma'am. You don't look well."

'Damn right I don't look well, you don't have to live with the man that I do.' She thought, as she pressed on, to find herself face to face with a glass window of a bookstore. Rain began to fall overhead heavily 'Oh how lovely, something more to brighten my day.'

She peaked into the bookstore window she was at, to see a red book on display "Love" That's what is was called. How lovely. Someone was inlove. She grumbled at the thought. It was a beautiful looking book though. Decorated in gold around the cover. Almost as if it was in Moulin Rouge style, as she would have called it. She looked up, only to feel the stinging raindrops on her head. 'Going in wouldn't hurt.'

Peering around the small, yet exquisite bookstore, she found not much but books about learning to speak French. Stories about battles and kings. None of which she wanted any part of. Looking back at the front where "Love" was, she had to look at it closer, she could almost feel it calling out to her.

"Satine! How have you been my Dear? Oh! What happened to your head? You look frightened. How about I buy you some coffee!?" She was startled by the man. Of course, it was none other than one of the Dukes' many 'Friends'.

"I, uh-I must be going, I'm in quite a hurry. Uh-Goodbye." And with that, she dashed out the door. "Love". She didn't even get to see the author. Must have been someone in love.

She finally made her way through to the liqueur store. The lonely faces were killing her. 'I wonder if I look just as unhappy as the rest. I probably do, knowing what I have to live with, and who I could have lived with. But then again, my life wasn't a fairytale. As much as I thought it was at one point, I was soon lead to believe that is wasn't. Fate had taken me to hell, as soon as I'd been lifted from the point.'

Oh what are you really looking for

Another partner in your life to abuse and to adore?

Is it lovey dovey stuff?

Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear

'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment

That echoes in your ear

Saying love will stop the pain

Saying love will kill the fear

Do you believe?

When there's no love in town

This new century, keeps bringing you down

All the places you have been

Trying to find, a love supreme

A love supreme

"SATINE!" She felt herself being pulled aback harshly. Soon enough, she whirled around to be face to face with the Duke. She gasped for breath as his tight grip made her air supply grow low, and also was shocked by the fact that The Duke, had just called her by name. Not 'My Dear', or something else, rather completely offensive, as he often liked to say to her.

"You left! You didn't bother to tell me after I have given you everything!" 'Given me what?', she thought. 'Given me nothing but a hell to live in, after taken my love from me and do god knows what to him.' Everyday he liked to make her feel like he had given her the world, when she was only his servant, to torcher, and to show off before dragging her down to nothing once more.

But right at that point, where her thoughts were about to be cut off by none other than passing out, she found herself still standing. A fist, and the Duke, hurdled to the floor.



A/N: Okay, that's it for Chapitre deux! 3's coming up soon, I wonder what will happen next.. *Ponders* Anyways, keep up the reviews please! So far they're really sweet! Thank you readers!