Disclaimer: I don't own any of what I say. Which seems pathetic if you
think about it. Oh well, we all love what we write about.
A/N: This is a biggie I guess. I have school now so this is hard to get the time to write, and I'm exhausted!
Thanks to Elizabeth and reviewers as usual! And I can't say what happens at the end, but I really hate sad story endings. So at worst, it can't be that sad, could it? I don't want to torcher people because honestly, I take fics too seriously. Oh, and because I don't want to be a jerk!
Songs used: Only a little of Come What May and Gorecki, which again, I don't own, I write about it, remember? ^^^
A Love Suprême Chapter 8 - Come What May
Satine awoke first, but not to the rising sun or the morning birds. It was still pitch black out, though not noticeable through the flames surrounding them. What had been such a bitter cold evening, turned into an oxygen- consuming blaze, smoked with a cloudiness that couldn't compare to the gloomiest day in a year. She screamed at the site of nothing but the smoke partially burning her eyes. She desperately looked down trying to find Christian, who was still there, sleeping soundly.
"Christian! Please, wake up!" She shook him while sobbing and choking on the toxic fumes. Pleading for him to consciously be with her.
Christian finally awoke, after plenty desperation, startled by his lovers' cries and coughing at his first attempt of fresh air after an incredibly deep sleep. "Satine!?" He grabbed onto her as she cried freely into his arms, squeezing him tightly against her. "Shhh, Satine. We should get down on the floor." He tried remaining calm through their coughs and Satines' cries. They slid down, slowly, with Christian pulling blankets over them.
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The Duke had stood in the same spot for over an hour now, the petrol tin in his hands, fire blazing wildy, people coming from the boiled buildings at all angles. He didn't notice the people staring at him and yelling, "It was him! It was him!" or even the police, dragging him away from the scene. He'd gone mad. He'd been mad, but had gone one step too far.
"What shall be done about him?" One officer stated to the other.
"Oh, he's done far too much. We'll let the people of Montemartre and Monroth decide."
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
Satines' tear flow slowed quite a bit as she held onto Christian under the covers on the floor.
"I love you." She said, oblivious to the breaking of beams and loud sparks of fire surrounding them.
"And I love you, Darling." He said, kissing her softly.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" She oddly began feeling less down then she had previously been.
He caressed her cheek, clearing the drying tears. "I honestly don't know."
The oxygen was growing shorter and shorter with every breath they took together. The fire was beginning to make even the sturdiest of beams begin to fall. And in that moment Satine had not been more worry-less. The rhythm in her mind was taking over.
'If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear. For I have never known completeness, like being here. Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you.' Her life was finally complete. Not the fairytale ending in her eyes, but an ending, to a beautiful love, put to the test, and finishing with togetherness and fulfillment.
Christian could tell the end was drawing near. Any moment, they would be gone, not knowing what would happen. It didn't matter, he was with her. They both began to become more desperate for air, as they whispered into the night, in their last few seconds.
"Come what may, I will love you, until my dying day." Those words and eachother, they'd never let go of.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
Many years later.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
"Mommy, that was a horrible ending! They weren't supposed to die!"
"I know child, but it didn't end bad for them after all. What really mattered to them?"
"They wanted to be together!"
"Right. They are together. They died together. And do you want to know the best thing about this story?" The mother said, smiling at her little girl.
"What, Mommy?"
"Satine and Christian both became angels in heaven."
"But they didn't get married! They were supposed to get married and live happily ever after!"
"That doesn't mean they didn't get married in heaven, and it certainly doesn't mean that they didn't live happily ever after."
"And the babies! I wanted them to make babies!"
"Oh now, now. What do you suppose they did about that?"
"They made angel babies in heaven!"
"Yes. And did you know that the story was real? In the Moulin Rouge, they display Christian's typewriter, a copy of Christians' 'Love' book. It was surprisingly not burned during the fire. Christian and Satine weren't burned either. Infact, a small circle around the two was completely damage and burn-free, they had died from lack of oxygen. The Moulin Rouge though, wasn't burned as well. Out of all the places that were damaged in Montemartre."
"That's sad, Mommy."
"Yes, but still happy at the same time."
"But how do you know Satine and Christian became angels and lived happily ever after? We're not in heaven to find out."
"Because this book was found on the street right outside Christian's garret after it burned down. So who do you think wrote it?"
"Christian, the angel!"
"That's what I think too. But people can choose to believe what they want to. It was soon published after that and now believed as a fairytale and a legend. "
"So it was a fairytale after all, Satines' life! . But wait, what happened to the Duke?"
"I don't know. But he hasn't caused any damage since. He hasn't been heard of either. That happened nearly 100 years ago."
"Oh. Thank you, Mommy, that was the best story you've ever read to me!"
8-year-old Joanna then said goodnight to her mother, and before climbing into bed, looked at the stars shining above. After saying her prayers, she saw a shooting star. "I wish the best of happiness for Satine and Christian in Heaven." She slept with sweet dreams of truth, beauty, freedom, and love.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
A/N: Oh wowie, That was weird. Okay, just to let you know it's not over completely yet. If you're like me, then you don't want it to end that way. There's just got to be something more. Right?? A little more about Satine and Christion, perhaps?? Well, review, and then we'll see how the rest goes. If it goes. Unless you want that as an ending! I don't know, you guys, I'm just the writer.. (Wow, I'm not like a real writer or anything, but I felt really empowered thinking that I was actually the writer of something, no matter how minor it was. Hehe.) Thank you again~!!!
A/N: This is a biggie I guess. I have school now so this is hard to get the time to write, and I'm exhausted!
Thanks to Elizabeth and reviewers as usual! And I can't say what happens at the end, but I really hate sad story endings. So at worst, it can't be that sad, could it? I don't want to torcher people because honestly, I take fics too seriously. Oh, and because I don't want to be a jerk!
Songs used: Only a little of Come What May and Gorecki, which again, I don't own, I write about it, remember? ^^^
A Love Suprême Chapter 8 - Come What May
Satine awoke first, but not to the rising sun or the morning birds. It was still pitch black out, though not noticeable through the flames surrounding them. What had been such a bitter cold evening, turned into an oxygen- consuming blaze, smoked with a cloudiness that couldn't compare to the gloomiest day in a year. She screamed at the site of nothing but the smoke partially burning her eyes. She desperately looked down trying to find Christian, who was still there, sleeping soundly.
"Christian! Please, wake up!" She shook him while sobbing and choking on the toxic fumes. Pleading for him to consciously be with her.
Christian finally awoke, after plenty desperation, startled by his lovers' cries and coughing at his first attempt of fresh air after an incredibly deep sleep. "Satine!?" He grabbed onto her as she cried freely into his arms, squeezing him tightly against her. "Shhh, Satine. We should get down on the floor." He tried remaining calm through their coughs and Satines' cries. They slid down, slowly, with Christian pulling blankets over them.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
The Duke had stood in the same spot for over an hour now, the petrol tin in his hands, fire blazing wildy, people coming from the boiled buildings at all angles. He didn't notice the people staring at him and yelling, "It was him! It was him!" or even the police, dragging him away from the scene. He'd gone mad. He'd been mad, but had gone one step too far.
"What shall be done about him?" One officer stated to the other.
"Oh, he's done far too much. We'll let the people of Montemartre and Monroth decide."
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
Satines' tear flow slowed quite a bit as she held onto Christian under the covers on the floor.
"I love you." She said, oblivious to the breaking of beams and loud sparks of fire surrounding them.
"And I love you, Darling." He said, kissing her softly.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" She oddly began feeling less down then she had previously been.
He caressed her cheek, clearing the drying tears. "I honestly don't know."
The oxygen was growing shorter and shorter with every breath they took together. The fire was beginning to make even the sturdiest of beams begin to fall. And in that moment Satine had not been more worry-less. The rhythm in her mind was taking over.
'If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear. For I have never known completeness, like being here. Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you.' Her life was finally complete. Not the fairytale ending in her eyes, but an ending, to a beautiful love, put to the test, and finishing with togetherness and fulfillment.
Christian could tell the end was drawing near. Any moment, they would be gone, not knowing what would happen. It didn't matter, he was with her. They both began to become more desperate for air, as they whispered into the night, in their last few seconds.
"Come what may, I will love you, until my dying day." Those words and eachother, they'd never let go of.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
Many years later.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
"Mommy, that was a horrible ending! They weren't supposed to die!"
"I know child, but it didn't end bad for them after all. What really mattered to them?"
"They wanted to be together!"
"Right. They are together. They died together. And do you want to know the best thing about this story?" The mother said, smiling at her little girl.
"What, Mommy?"
"Satine and Christian both became angels in heaven."
"But they didn't get married! They were supposed to get married and live happily ever after!"
"That doesn't mean they didn't get married in heaven, and it certainly doesn't mean that they didn't live happily ever after."
"And the babies! I wanted them to make babies!"
"Oh now, now. What do you suppose they did about that?"
"They made angel babies in heaven!"
"Yes. And did you know that the story was real? In the Moulin Rouge, they display Christian's typewriter, a copy of Christians' 'Love' book. It was surprisingly not burned during the fire. Christian and Satine weren't burned either. Infact, a small circle around the two was completely damage and burn-free, they had died from lack of oxygen. The Moulin Rouge though, wasn't burned as well. Out of all the places that were damaged in Montemartre."
"That's sad, Mommy."
"Yes, but still happy at the same time."
"But how do you know Satine and Christian became angels and lived happily ever after? We're not in heaven to find out."
"Because this book was found on the street right outside Christian's garret after it burned down. So who do you think wrote it?"
"Christian, the angel!"
"That's what I think too. But people can choose to believe what they want to. It was soon published after that and now believed as a fairytale and a legend. "
"So it was a fairytale after all, Satines' life! . But wait, what happened to the Duke?"
"I don't know. But he hasn't caused any damage since. He hasn't been heard of either. That happened nearly 100 years ago."
"Oh. Thank you, Mommy, that was the best story you've ever read to me!"
8-year-old Joanna then said goodnight to her mother, and before climbing into bed, looked at the stars shining above. After saying her prayers, she saw a shooting star. "I wish the best of happiness for Satine and Christian in Heaven." She slept with sweet dreams of truth, beauty, freedom, and love.
-+--~*~--+--~*~--+--~*~--+-
A/N: Oh wowie, That was weird. Okay, just to let you know it's not over completely yet. If you're like me, then you don't want it to end that way. There's just got to be something more. Right?? A little more about Satine and Christion, perhaps?? Well, review, and then we'll see how the rest goes. If it goes. Unless you want that as an ending! I don't know, you guys, I'm just the writer.. (Wow, I'm not like a real writer or anything, but I felt really empowered thinking that I was actually the writer of something, no matter how minor it was. Hehe.) Thank you again~!!!
