A without love Chapter 8: Away in the night. The bar doors swung open as Christian and Satine burst through hand in hand running from the scene, running from the choking groans and cries of the Duke. The new falling rain pelted down on them as they entered the streets, with the mud of the dirt roads splashing up around them. It was cold and thunder cracked loudly, almost deafening them, lightening streaks filled the sky illuminating their wet frightened yet brave faces. Satine kept a tight hold on Christians hand and he pulled her along with him through the stormy streets, she knew where they were heading, Christians garret and beyond. They finally reached the building of Christians garret and raced up the stairs, leaving water droplets upon the stairs that were flicked off their shoes and faces as they ran. Christian's numb and shaking fingers fumbled with the key as he opened the lock and pushed open the door. They both raced in, sopping wet, scared with no idea of what to do, both were silent.

"What are we to do?" Christian managed to say, he was in a state of shock, he couldn't believe what he'd just done, and his hands were still shaking. "We cant stay in Monemarte" Satine whispered, shivering from the cold. "We have to leave, if we don't, he'll find us, or the police will" "I shouldn't of pull the trigger" Christian whispered, holding back tears, trying to be strong, his hands covering his face. Satine walked over to him, and brought him down onto the bed and held him, her arms wrapped around him tightly, despite both being saturated, they felt warm in each others embrace. "If I was in your position, I would've done the same thing" Satine whispered in his ear, then kissed him on the lips reassuringly letting him know that she still loved him, Christian wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I love you" he whispered softly. "And I you" Satine whispered back, kissing his ear. "Where will we go?" Christian asked, not really wanting to think about it. "I don't know, but we can rest here tonight, then leave first thing in the morning" Satine whispered back, yawning softly, resting her head on his shoulder and slowly dozing off. "Yes, the morning" Christian yawned as Satine quickly fell asleep, he stayed awake for a while after, the events of what had happened earlier that night continuously haunting him by replaying over and over in his head, even being wrapped up in Satine's arms could not calm him, for he, had probably killed another man. He fell asleep dreaming troublesome dreams at about 3am, dreading the coming of dawn.

That was pretty short, but I haven't written anything on this story for a while and this is just like a building block for what I'm planning for the next few chapters or so. Please review, if you have any helpful ideas on what I should do they'd be greatly appreciated.