Hello. None of the characters or the Moulin rouge are mine, they're Baz's
(aka Mr Genius) Also I have no idea if Christian's garret had a fireplace,
but lets just pretend for now k? enjoy!
A life without love
Chapter 3: All is revealed
Christian awoke back at his garret. His head throbbed and he could feel a lump on the side, just above his temple. His was still in the same clothes but they had now dried off, he lay in his bed the covered pulled up snugly around him, he noticed that his fire had been lit, and it was burning brightly warming his skin. It was strange to him, he hadn't lit that fire since….since Satine would come up to his garret and sit on his bed while he read poetry to her.
Satine!
Suddenly everything came flooding back to him, the Moulin Rouge, the song, Zidler the two men pulling him away, and Satine. She was alive. He remembered how he was taken away from his love, he remembered his anger. It all flared up in him again, he felt like strangling Zidler, he had always thought Zidler was an alright kind of man, but now, all he had for him was hatred, just hatred. He sat up and bolted out of bed, shaking the covers off him and throwing them back onto the bed, he was mad, madder than he had been in a while. "Toulouse!" he yelled "Toulouse! Get down here!" he yelled again staring up through the hole in his ceiling and continually yelling until Toulouse meekly peeked over the edge and looked down at him. "Yes?" he whimpered in his lisp voice. It was then that Christian didn't know what to say, he was too overcome with rage that he had no idea how to start. Finally something came to his head. "What's going on?" he said in a low, growling voice, glaring up at Toulouse in the eye. "Nothing Christian, you had a dream last night, I heard you yelling" Toulouse answered as convincingly as possible. "It was not a dream!" Christian yelled, making Toulouse shiver. Christian knew this wasn't a dream, he was there, he was awake and he had a throbbing headache to prove it. "She's alive, isn't she?" he said more quietly, but still forcefully. Toulouse, seeing no point in lying nodded like a little child in trouble for eating too many sweets. "And you knew didn't you?" Christian growled again, but this time Toulouse shook his head. "Yes you did!" Christian yelled, he could see right through his friend; he knew when he was lying. "Yes Christian, but Zidler said it was for the best that you didn't know" Toulouse replied meekly. That just seemed to anger Christian more "You, the leader of the Bohemian revolution who believes in every thing to do with truth, beauty, freedom and love" Christian spat out, Toulouse looked ashamed and his eyes shifted around, avoiding Christians gaze "You, the one who urged me to go on opening night and win her back, and now you believe bloody Zidler and are helping to keep her away?" he yelled. Toulouse said nothing in fact he didn't know what to say he knew he was doing the wrong thing. "How long has she been here, performing under my very nose without me realizing?" Christian growled looking away down at the dusty floor.
"Last night was her first night, she'd been away for a while" Toulouse found his voice and whispered back. "She didn't die on opening night, we all thought she did, but she only passed out, after you were taken away Marie found that she still had a pulse, only a faint one but she was still alive so Marie took her to Switzerland where the best doctor cared for her and her consumption was gradually cured. Now she's returned doing what she does best, being an actress by day…" Toulouse explained
"Courtesan by night" Christian finished his sentence bitterly. But Toulouse shook his head, "No she's no longer a courtesan, she is just the sparkling diamond who performs each night, no longer up for grabs you might say" Toulouse said, a little louder.
It took Christian a while for everything to register in his mind before he finally spoke again, in a calmer, more innocent tone "Toulouse, why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to, really I did but Marie made everyone swear not to tell, I protested as said that you had a right to know but I was silenced and threatened" Toulouse trailed off, gazing down at the knife marks up his arm.
"So you're still going to keep me away from her for the rest of my bloody life while she slaves away in there pretending to be happy?" Christian spat, his anger growing again.
Toulouse's face fell, he bowed his head "When she returned to Paris we were going to send her straight to you, where she desperately wanted to go, but when she and Marie arrived just before Satine was about to come to you, the Duke appeared" Toulouse cringed as he saw Christians face turn into a look like he'd just been stabbed, but Toulouse continued "he said that if she went to you he'd kill you, Satine was distraught she even punched and kicked the Duke pretty hard that day, after he left, Zidler stop Satine from going to you, saying that you had left for England that afternoon Satine believed him and went into a depression but went on with the show and preformed last night, then you appeared" Toulouse swallowed hard as he finished
"What happened after I was taken away?" Christian whispered.
"I don't know, I was here with you" Toulouse shrugged.
"Well, then I have to save her! We'll run away the Duke will never find us! We'll finally fly away together!" Christian piped up, now filled with a little flicker of hope. Toulouse frowned "Christian there's something else"
Christian's hope went out like a candle in the rain, but nothing could prepare him for what Toulouse was about to say.
"Christian, Satine is set to marry the duke two weeks from now"
Sorry! I hated writing that! I slapped myself don't worry! Next chapter will be soon, please review they light up everything (
A life without love
Chapter 3: All is revealed
Christian awoke back at his garret. His head throbbed and he could feel a lump on the side, just above his temple. His was still in the same clothes but they had now dried off, he lay in his bed the covered pulled up snugly around him, he noticed that his fire had been lit, and it was burning brightly warming his skin. It was strange to him, he hadn't lit that fire since….since Satine would come up to his garret and sit on his bed while he read poetry to her.
Satine!
Suddenly everything came flooding back to him, the Moulin Rouge, the song, Zidler the two men pulling him away, and Satine. She was alive. He remembered how he was taken away from his love, he remembered his anger. It all flared up in him again, he felt like strangling Zidler, he had always thought Zidler was an alright kind of man, but now, all he had for him was hatred, just hatred. He sat up and bolted out of bed, shaking the covers off him and throwing them back onto the bed, he was mad, madder than he had been in a while. "Toulouse!" he yelled "Toulouse! Get down here!" he yelled again staring up through the hole in his ceiling and continually yelling until Toulouse meekly peeked over the edge and looked down at him. "Yes?" he whimpered in his lisp voice. It was then that Christian didn't know what to say, he was too overcome with rage that he had no idea how to start. Finally something came to his head. "What's going on?" he said in a low, growling voice, glaring up at Toulouse in the eye. "Nothing Christian, you had a dream last night, I heard you yelling" Toulouse answered as convincingly as possible. "It was not a dream!" Christian yelled, making Toulouse shiver. Christian knew this wasn't a dream, he was there, he was awake and he had a throbbing headache to prove it. "She's alive, isn't she?" he said more quietly, but still forcefully. Toulouse, seeing no point in lying nodded like a little child in trouble for eating too many sweets. "And you knew didn't you?" Christian growled again, but this time Toulouse shook his head. "Yes you did!" Christian yelled, he could see right through his friend; he knew when he was lying. "Yes Christian, but Zidler said it was for the best that you didn't know" Toulouse replied meekly. That just seemed to anger Christian more "You, the leader of the Bohemian revolution who believes in every thing to do with truth, beauty, freedom and love" Christian spat out, Toulouse looked ashamed and his eyes shifted around, avoiding Christians gaze "You, the one who urged me to go on opening night and win her back, and now you believe bloody Zidler and are helping to keep her away?" he yelled. Toulouse said nothing in fact he didn't know what to say he knew he was doing the wrong thing. "How long has she been here, performing under my very nose without me realizing?" Christian growled looking away down at the dusty floor.
"Last night was her first night, she'd been away for a while" Toulouse found his voice and whispered back. "She didn't die on opening night, we all thought she did, but she only passed out, after you were taken away Marie found that she still had a pulse, only a faint one but she was still alive so Marie took her to Switzerland where the best doctor cared for her and her consumption was gradually cured. Now she's returned doing what she does best, being an actress by day…" Toulouse explained
"Courtesan by night" Christian finished his sentence bitterly. But Toulouse shook his head, "No she's no longer a courtesan, she is just the sparkling diamond who performs each night, no longer up for grabs you might say" Toulouse said, a little louder.
It took Christian a while for everything to register in his mind before he finally spoke again, in a calmer, more innocent tone "Toulouse, why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to, really I did but Marie made everyone swear not to tell, I protested as said that you had a right to know but I was silenced and threatened" Toulouse trailed off, gazing down at the knife marks up his arm.
"So you're still going to keep me away from her for the rest of my bloody life while she slaves away in there pretending to be happy?" Christian spat, his anger growing again.
Toulouse's face fell, he bowed his head "When she returned to Paris we were going to send her straight to you, where she desperately wanted to go, but when she and Marie arrived just before Satine was about to come to you, the Duke appeared" Toulouse cringed as he saw Christians face turn into a look like he'd just been stabbed, but Toulouse continued "he said that if she went to you he'd kill you, Satine was distraught she even punched and kicked the Duke pretty hard that day, after he left, Zidler stop Satine from going to you, saying that you had left for England that afternoon Satine believed him and went into a depression but went on with the show and preformed last night, then you appeared" Toulouse swallowed hard as he finished
"What happened after I was taken away?" Christian whispered.
"I don't know, I was here with you" Toulouse shrugged.
"Well, then I have to save her! We'll run away the Duke will never find us! We'll finally fly away together!" Christian piped up, now filled with a little flicker of hope. Toulouse frowned "Christian there's something else"
Christian's hope went out like a candle in the rain, but nothing could prepare him for what Toulouse was about to say.
"Christian, Satine is set to marry the duke two weeks from now"
Sorry! I hated writing that! I slapped myself don't worry! Next chapter will be soon, please review they light up everything (