Disclaimer: Sorry about the title of this chap! It has absolutely nothing to do with the Dana Carvey movie, I swear! It just fits. You'll see why. So, I don't own what I write about, as usual. Baz owns all! If he wants to own me too, he can, no questions asked! Too bad he doesn't! Lol! Okay, I'm a little hyper. Caffeine, Jelly Belly's and Billy Madison while writing this chapter. I'll try to focus!

Thanks to "E" & reviewers! You guys are so great! That's why I'm going to try finishing this chap in one night! Thank you also Satine1899 for telling me where "James" came from. I knew I've heard that many times before~ And sweet reviews!

One more thing: Songs! I used "So I Wait" by Sarina Paris, "One Day I'll Fly Away" written by.. someone.. and performed by: (Acts like Ewan at the MTV Movie Awards *Points*) Niiicoole Kidman from Moulin Rouge! Lol! He's so Ewanish! And then there's "Come What May" which I don't own either, but it sounds real sweet when Ewan starts singing it with that concentrated look on his face!

Chapter-3 Master of Disguise

Satine looked up slowly to see the owner of the fist that had struck her attacker. But to her dismay, it was a stranger, another lonely face. So it couldn't have been one of the Duke's many dysfunctional 'Friends', nor anyone she knew. A stranger though, was saving her from the wrath of the Duke. Her 'Owner' she thought, because she could never stray too far away from him without being punished for it. The sad part was, she was a grown woman, not deserving of anything he did to her. And yet still, a stranger had saved her. 'I thought people here were too depressed to notice anything going on', She thought, almost drifting off again into her own little world. She drifted often since her lover had been gone, for what seemed like an eternity.

"Damnit, these allusions are killing me." The figure said to himself quietly. He had such lovely eyes, but so sad.

Satine looked at him so strangely, searching for the words to thank him with. "Uh, um, th-thank you, Sir." Her voice shook as her pulse flowed frantically through her veins.

The man looked down at the Duke on the floor. "You're quite welcome, Ma'am... I'll be off now." He said in a low voice, hesitantly turning away from her.

"I, uh, didn't catch your name, Sir. Y-you saved me." She looked at him with such hopeful eyes. Something about him made her not want him to leave.

"It's... I'm sorry Ma'am. I don't really know anymore." And with that, he was out of the liqueur store, absinthe in his hands. Satine wanted so much to stop him, but her feet were planted on the ground, she couldn't move. It all just hadn't registered. Her savior was enchanting to her. Something that hadn't happened since Christian. It was too bad he hadn't had love, something like her and Christian once shared. Maybe he wouldn't be so depressed. Maybe he'd have more to live for. She shook herself out of it once more. 'What are you thinking,' she thought, 'You can't see through to someone's sadness and be able to tell exactly what they need.' She then walked home, not even thinking about the wine or the eggs anymore. Though there was that book, at that bookstore.

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Christian now made his way back to his tiny flat 'Jealousy has driven me mad.' He thought, thinking about his current state. Everywhere he looked, there was his Satine, in a deep hole of depression. But what did he have to be jealous of? Maybe those who were in love, which oddly weren't many, here in London. He didn't understand what these people had to be so sad about. Even old married couples seemed drifted and depressing.

But his thoughts soon drifted him back to that Satine he was face to face with in the liqueur store. He could have sworn that her attacker had said "Satine", but it could have been any name and he would have thought "Satine". His allusions, after all, did play tricks on him. Just once though, would he like to see that replica in the allusion, happy. Smiling maybe... Her smile used to make his life worth living. Thinking of it sometimes did. That's the only reason he still lived. For the memories of love that he once had, the angel he'd loved. He wasn't sure if he'd be met up with his love when he died. As a writer, believing in something, it made everything worthwhile. But not now, his writing just wasn't the same, as Angus usually told him after seeing his work before. His work that he made when love was existent in his life. That was why it was so hard for him to publish his up-to-date work. Believing was no longer existing in his life.

"Christian!" Angus yelled to him again, trying to get his attention. He was standing in front of the door to his garret.

"Oh. Sorry. My mind was elsewhere."

"Hey, you should really stop drinking that absinthe, I think it's affecting you. It's not good for you, or your writing!"

"No, but it's good for my grieving!" He coiled back at Angus.

"Common now, Christian. You've got to get over it. You've been mourning over her for more than a year now! It's time to move on!"

"Please, don't tell me what to do. Sometimes, I actually do want to move on. Move on to a place with Satine in it. Where I don't have to drink to see our memories together, whilst taking away the pain I have, the ache inside. You wouldn't know about that though. You haven't experienced what I once had. You haven't lost what I have." Tears streamed down Christian's face, as they always did. The tear flow should have drown him long ago, but the was, in fact, still there, standing before his dear friend.

"I know that Christian. I'm sorry. Seeing you like this is enough to drag me down to your level. Even if I've never once seen you happy since you've come here. Toulouse once told me though, before he passed away, that you were the happiest man he'd ever seen. That your love for Satine made him happy as well." Christian looked at Angus, knowing of all he was talking about. Toulouse was his best friend. Through his art, he told Christian that his love was more than anything, that love was the reason for living, just as Christian believed But shortly after Christian came to Paris, and lost his love, Toulouse had passed on as well.

"Moving on is still the key, Chris..."

Christian's mind went straight to that Satine look-alike he had saved earlier. "You know, I think you're right Angus."

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Satine had finally reached the small bookstore she was previously at, picking up the red book, she was so curious of. She found it odd that the author's name hadn't been printed on the front cover, as it was on any other book she'd ever seen. So she opened it up. "Love-This author would rather be referred to as 'anonymous' otherwise 'C', throughout this book." That was quite odd.

'I'm sorry Ma'am. I don't really know anymore.' She thought about how long it took that man that saved her to respond. Mostly anyone would respond with at least something. So she turned a few pages. The words stood out as if they were enhanced a hundred times, "Never knew I could feel like this." The tune haunted her mind in an instant, making her nearly drop the book.

A hand touched her shoulder "Miss Satine," She gasped as the book finally did drop to the floor. "I think you'd better come home with me." It was Warner.

"Um, al-alright." The shocked expression on her face had not changed. She wasn't afraid of Warner, but he did have a gun, and he did have a job.

"The book, do you want it? It looks like you do," A smirk appeared on his large, scarred face. "Why don't you wait in the carriage I have for you outside, while I buy the book for you." She agreed, after a moment, knowing that even if he did look further into the book, which he most likely wouldn't. He wouldn't see Christian's name written all over it. But those should be the least of her worries. The carriage would only take her home to about 6 months worth of beatings, or worse. She couldn't run though. Warner was on his way out, and he still did have that gun. She'd rather take the beatings than die now, because her love was alive. She'd seen him. Did he see her? Loneliness had made them both develop a disguise. The hurt they possessed took over their souls made them half the people that they once were. Love had taken their happiness that made them who they were the day they had gotten separated.

That night, Satine sat in the library of the house, and read most of Christian's book. The Duke for the most part would never look there for her, plus it would be less of an odd thing for her to be doing if she was in the room where you generally read anyway. That way the Duke probably wouldn't nag her on what she was reading, before raging on her. But the book was bringing tears and only the greatest memories to her as she fell asleep with it across her chest. Sweet dreams she did have, for once.

That is, until she awoke to the Duke's yelling. "Get up!" He hit the book off of her chest as she scrambled up from the chair.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Dear Duke, I didn't mean to fall asleep!" She had to try anything she could to suck up to the doltish Duke. She didn't want to die before finding out if Christian still loves her. After all, it was a bit obvious that she had crossed his mind if he wrote about their love, and printed their songs in a book. She had to see him again. She just had to find out if there was a chance for them to live in happiness ever after.

"Be quite! You're worthless without me! How dare you leave me this morning!"

"I'm so sorry! You have to understand that I wanted to make your breakfast right away, I wanted to make you your eggs and give you your morning wine as soon as possible! You must understand! I'm so sorry!" She couldn't carry this on much longer. It was absolutely absurd to her to keep calling him "Duke". Though a bit understandably so., his first name is "Ernie".

"I didn't ask you to talk back to me. You should respect me and obey me, and you will!" He rigorously punched her in the stomach, knocking her to the floor. She didn't dare try getting up in fear of what else he'd do to get his anger out. But it was too late. He had grabbed the old sword from the fireplace and was standing above her with infuriated eyes.

Though right before bringing it down to a horrified Satine, Warner pulled the sword up from his hands, incidentally breaking the crystal chandelier over the two.

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Christian was almost happy as he trimmed his beard down, then shaved it off completely. His eyes were still that beautiful shade of bluey green. They were normally glazed from the absinthe, but right now, he was completely sober, or so he thought.

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Beneath the broken shards of glass, and the unconscious Duke lay on top of Satine, Warner pulled her up, examining her cuts. "Miss Satine, why don't you clean yourself up and get away from here. Come back later, when you please, I'll try to calm the Duke."

After a long pause, she spoke up. "Uh,Thank you Warner, but what if I don't want to come back?" She then turned her head away from him, grimacing at the burning the cuts left.

Warner looked surprised. 'Well, I don't know about that. He's going to make me come after you, but in that case, he'd rather do it himself. Are you really willing to put yourself up to those risks for the rest of your days? You've done it before, and remember what happened? And besides, I'd miss you, Satine."

"I suppose you're right, thank you, Warner. I guess I'll be off now."

"Alright Madam." He smiled as she left.

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Christian looked down into the marketplace from his window, but he didn't see that woman, or any Satine duplicates for that matter.

'Perfect,' he thought. 'Just when I found something that could help me get out of this great depression.' But then he thought that perhaps this was because he wasn't down there, where she could be.

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'Now what?' Satine thought, walking down the street. She hadn't a clue where Christian could be. But the liqueur store seemed like a good place to start looking for him, though it took a little walking to get there. So she thought some more. 'Does he still love me? What if he's found someone else? But that man, the man who saved me was Christian. It had to be Christian, the vibe, the sad eyes, and his hesitation. He was so sad. What did he have to be so sad about? Was he thinking about me?' The moon and streetlight had taken over, but the night was young. Everyone was still out and about, and none of the stores were closing just yet. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the windows. She looked horrible. Deep cuts wherever skin showed, and that large bruise on her forehead. She felt anything but graceful. 'Some Sparkling Diamond'.

She was now near the liqueur store. Somehow she thought Christian would be right there. Nervousness was kicking in completely. She felt her heart pounding rapidly, even though Christian seemed to be nowhere. She tried to get used to the fact that he was now just another sad face in the crowd.

I wait through the night

'Cuz tomorrow you may find

That you will need me again

For some times I love and care

And so I wait hoping you, will discover you're in love

That you need me as much as I need you



And so I'll wait all my life

Hoping one day you will see that

Love's a lock, you're the key

You will come and rescue me

And so I wait hoping you, will discover you're in love

That you need me as much as I need you

She wished more than anything that Christian still loved her and needed her. She still couldn't bare the thought that she had in her mind, that Christian had given up hope and would never love her again. She felt she had to be dressed as she was the night of their 'Private Poetry Reading', or the red gown she wore when she fell head over heals for him. She felt as if appearance might be her only chance at getting him to recognize her, let alone love her.

She shook the thought from her head as she looked up to the night, now walking through the moonlit yet lonely park. She should have probably been heading back 'home' soon so the Duke wouldn't come out looking for her again, and raging so severely. He took everything she did or didn't do, and turned it into a sin. Told her that she was nothing, and punishing her in her attempts to please him. Her life was a prison, she realized. She couldn't help but sing into the night.

One day I'll fly Away

Leave all this to yesterday

Why live life, from dream to dream?

And dread the day.

When dreaming. ends

She looked down a moment. She was lost in thought. Christian was and is her everything, no matter where he is, or where he's gone. She would love him until the end of time

Come what may.

Come what may.

I will love you

Until my dying day.

"Satine."

-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+- A/N: Okay, so I had to end this chapter somewhere! Maybe with a cliffhanger I'll get extra reviews or something! Lol. But really, I'm not mean. I'll have chapter 4 up ASAP! (Soon!)

Oh! And don't mind how demented this chapter was. The chandelier, I had relapses. Hard to believe, but a falling crystal chandelier was in fact an actual occurance from experience! A.K.A, Kids, don't try that at home.. or . mess with a chandelier.. be caaaaareeful around them, I'm begging you! And sorry for this being such a long, wordy chapitre, Je suis tres tres talky-ish..