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Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Thank you my lovely reviewers - especially to the loyal ones. You know who you are :o)
Well this is chapter 2 to part 3, this is also the end of part 3 and next chapter will be a whole other part of this *saga* (he he), but it'll finally be from Christina's POV, which I know a lot of you are looking forward to. So stay tuned.
EYES LIKE YOURS
~ by Alicia Jo Twain ~
Part 3: Ray of Light
Chapter 2: The End
Satine is gone.
Satine is gone.
Satine is gone.
Those words pounded in my head, over and over and over again, like a regular beat. I tried to block them out, but it was no use. I had this horrible empty feeling in my stomach that I couldn't get rid of.
Satine was gone.
What would I do without her?
She was the daughter I'd never had.
She was my sparkling diamond.
She was my everything.
And yet she was there in front of me, lying on the bed - the bed where she'd slept with all the clients I'd sent her. I feel so ashamed for having put her through it. How could I have done that to Satine?
How could I have been the reason for her death?
Because the Underworld killed Satine.
My Satine.
And it was my fault.
She looked so peaceful now. Like I'd never seen her.
I'd never much believed in God, or I did when it suited me. But Satine looked like she was in a better place now.
She had to be.
After all the things she'd gone through.
After all I'd put her through.
The least she deserved was Heaven.
I tried to convince myself to be happy for her.
She was out of the misery of this world.
But all I could think about was how I'd go on without her.
I couldn't even imagine it.
The Moulin Rouge was gone.
With the shares belonging to the Duke's relatives.
And with Satine gone it wasn't much good anyway.
I had no reason to live anymore.
I broke down and fell beside Satine holding her hand, tears running down my cheeks.
I cried rivers, as if my tears could bring her back.
But they couldn't.
Nothing could bring her back.
Nothing.
I don't know how much time passed but the next thing I remember is Christina crying and then Marie rocking her to and fro.
I tried to think about Christina, but the idea of Satine dead blocked out anything else from my mind.
I stood up and left the room.
I couldn't stand to look at Satine like that.
Knowing that I'd lost her.
Not to the Duke.
Not to Christian.
But to death.
This time...
Forever.
I ran outside. It was raining heavily, but I didn't care.
I ran all over Montmartre but everything reminded me of her.
Running didn't help matters, it only made me tired physically.
My soul had been tired of my whole life for a very long time, but with Satine around it didn't seem that bad.
Every time I saw her, my soul lit up. Everything was forgotten. She was my little chickpea.
I played Satine's dying moments in my head over and over. I couldn't get the picture of her in such pain out of my head.
As the little slide-show rolled on in my head I started to calm down and think about what she said.
Her last words.
"Help her find Christian."
Christina!!!
I'd totally forgotten about her.
I'd promised to take care of her.
I started running back to the Moulin Rouge.
I had to get back.
Back to Christina.
I couldn't let her down.
Not like I'd let down Satine.
I promised myself, then and there, that I would never let Christina down.
Never!
I ran up the stairs of the elephant and burst through the door. Marie was still holding Christina, while trying to clean up the room. Satine was still lying on the bed, but everything was clean. Not a trace of blood in sight.
"I'm glad you came back," Marie said.
I smiled and walked towards her.
"Could I hold Christina for a while?"
Marie put her in my arms, saying, "Isn't she beautiful?"
I looked at this newborn baby girl with such awe.
I'd never seen anything like her.
She was so perfect.
No, more than that.
She was awesome.
I'd make everything up to Satine by doing it for her daughter.
Christina was my second chance.
She was my new beginning.
She'd never miss a thing.
I'd make sure of that.
Just as I'd promised.
I had to.
For my chickpea.
For Satine.
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A/N: You think I don't care what you think? I don't think so. So please tell me what you think and I'll think you're great :o)
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Thank you my lovely reviewers - especially to the loyal ones. You know who you are :o)
Well this is chapter 2 to part 3, this is also the end of part 3 and next chapter will be a whole other part of this *saga* (he he), but it'll finally be from Christina's POV, which I know a lot of you are looking forward to. So stay tuned.
EYES LIKE YOURS
~ by Alicia Jo Twain ~
Part 3: Ray of Light
Chapter 2: The End
Satine is gone.
Satine is gone.
Satine is gone.
Those words pounded in my head, over and over and over again, like a regular beat. I tried to block them out, but it was no use. I had this horrible empty feeling in my stomach that I couldn't get rid of.
Satine was gone.
What would I do without her?
She was the daughter I'd never had.
She was my sparkling diamond.
She was my everything.
And yet she was there in front of me, lying on the bed - the bed where she'd slept with all the clients I'd sent her. I feel so ashamed for having put her through it. How could I have done that to Satine?
How could I have been the reason for her death?
Because the Underworld killed Satine.
My Satine.
And it was my fault.
She looked so peaceful now. Like I'd never seen her.
I'd never much believed in God, or I did when it suited me. But Satine looked like she was in a better place now.
She had to be.
After all the things she'd gone through.
After all I'd put her through.
The least she deserved was Heaven.
I tried to convince myself to be happy for her.
She was out of the misery of this world.
But all I could think about was how I'd go on without her.
I couldn't even imagine it.
The Moulin Rouge was gone.
With the shares belonging to the Duke's relatives.
And with Satine gone it wasn't much good anyway.
I had no reason to live anymore.
I broke down and fell beside Satine holding her hand, tears running down my cheeks.
I cried rivers, as if my tears could bring her back.
But they couldn't.
Nothing could bring her back.
Nothing.
I don't know how much time passed but the next thing I remember is Christina crying and then Marie rocking her to and fro.
I tried to think about Christina, but the idea of Satine dead blocked out anything else from my mind.
I stood up and left the room.
I couldn't stand to look at Satine like that.
Knowing that I'd lost her.
Not to the Duke.
Not to Christian.
But to death.
This time...
Forever.
I ran outside. It was raining heavily, but I didn't care.
I ran all over Montmartre but everything reminded me of her.
Running didn't help matters, it only made me tired physically.
My soul had been tired of my whole life for a very long time, but with Satine around it didn't seem that bad.
Every time I saw her, my soul lit up. Everything was forgotten. She was my little chickpea.
I played Satine's dying moments in my head over and over. I couldn't get the picture of her in such pain out of my head.
As the little slide-show rolled on in my head I started to calm down and think about what she said.
Her last words.
"Help her find Christian."
Christina!!!
I'd totally forgotten about her.
I'd promised to take care of her.
I started running back to the Moulin Rouge.
I had to get back.
Back to Christina.
I couldn't let her down.
Not like I'd let down Satine.
I promised myself, then and there, that I would never let Christina down.
Never!
I ran up the stairs of the elephant and burst through the door. Marie was still holding Christina, while trying to clean up the room. Satine was still lying on the bed, but everything was clean. Not a trace of blood in sight.
"I'm glad you came back," Marie said.
I smiled and walked towards her.
"Could I hold Christina for a while?"
Marie put her in my arms, saying, "Isn't she beautiful?"
I looked at this newborn baby girl with such awe.
I'd never seen anything like her.
She was so perfect.
No, more than that.
She was awesome.
I'd make everything up to Satine by doing it for her daughter.
Christina was my second chance.
She was my new beginning.
She'd never miss a thing.
I'd make sure of that.
Just as I'd promised.
I had to.
For my chickpea.
For Satine.
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A/N: You think I don't care what you think? I don't think so. So please tell me what you think and I'll think you're great :o)