Two In A Million
- By Ashlyn Nicolette & ZatineTheSparkwingPoetezz
Chapter 1 - By Ashlyn Nicolette
That was it. He thought to himself. Satine was gone; Spectacular, Spectacular was through.
Christian had nowhere else to go. He couldn't stay in the Moulin Rouge; he couldn't show his face back home. he'd never be able to return to London with what he now carried so heavily in his heart. Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and above all of those. Love.
He crawled into his lonely garret and stayed there most of his days. didn't leave unless it was absolutely necessary. Toulouse started calling him Crabby Christian after a while. He refused to leave, he refused to eat, and he refused to write. All he wanted to do was sit and drink.
"Chwistian. You can not wive wike dis. it is not healfy."
"Leave me alone Toulouse." He let the bottle of absinthe fall from his hand and roll across the uneven floor. "I don't need your sympathy or your lectures. Just leave me alone." So Toulouse did.
Time passed slowly but it slipped away whether it could be controlled or not. Christian didn't know what to think or to do. He had no job and was late on 3 rents. He just laid there and slept day in and day out. But sleep wasn't all good. He had nightmares, and dreams that scared him senseless.
Before he realized it 6 months had gone and passed. six months since his beloved jewels death.
There she was. lying in my arms and I would never get the chance to do it again. God knew that was all I wanted to do just one more time and he granted me that wish. Now I regretted it in a sort of way. In order to get what I wanted her life had been taken from the world. Now she really was a priceless diamond, because now no one could cherish her.
"I love you. I love you." I repeated as I rocked her body in my arms. I felt the heat around me and I couldn't stand the frustration.
"Come back to me darling please. come back to me. I love you." I screamed as tears ran down my face. I couldn't control anything in this world any more. I was so lost.
Feeling the warm hand on my back I looked up. Harold was frowning upon me.
"Christian, she loved you more than you know. She told you she didn't to save you, to keep you from having to be right where you are now." He said smoothly.
"She didn't deserve this. She deserved so much better." I mumbled as the few cast members watched on as well.
"But don't we all?" Harold snapped. With pure astonishment I looked back at the orange haired man. His face turned dark and the makeup he was wearing seemed to mold into his face and it looked as if they were his natural features.
"What?" it came coolly from my lips.
"She's dead Christian get over it!" He snapped. I couldn't believe he was acting like this as he continued to repeat his words more fierce each time.
"Stop! STOP!" I screamed.
"She's dead Christian get over it! She's dead Christian get over it! SHE'S DEAD CHRISTIAN GET OVER IT!" The cast started chiming as well.
"No." I whispered when suddenly, Satine popped up in my arms looked me in the eyes and stared.
"I'M DEAD CHRISTIAN GET OVER IT!" She hissed as her eyes turned blood shot and she threw her head back and screamed.
With a scream of his own terror and the feeling of wetness on his cheeks he fell out of his own bed and lay flat down on the floor. He needed to get over this. He thought. He needed to forget about her.
As Christian pulled himself up a screaming pain shot through his head. Looking in the mirror across from his bed, he saw he had a gash in his forehead.
"Damn bed desk." He mumbled figuring he had fallen onto it as he fell out of bed. But he did not care. He bled down his jaw and he didn't do a thing to stop it. Satine was all he could think about. Satine was all he wanted. Satine was who he needed.
Christian through himself against the wall, and slid down on his back and sat there slumped in the corner.
"Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain Like a fire when it's cold outside, A thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true My memories of love will be of you."
- He sang softly in a hoarse voice. Grabbing the bottle of absinthe at his side he went to swig it down. Except like his heart it was empty and cold.
Throwing the bottle across the humid room, he listened to it shatter and mix with the rain drops outside his window. rain drops that fell not only to the earth's dirty surface, but seemed to fall on him as if saying he was no longer a clean hearted man, drowning him in his own emotions.
"Bull shit." He mumbled before he cried his familiar tears.
- By Ashlyn Nicolette & ZatineTheSparkwingPoetezz
Chapter 1 - By Ashlyn Nicolette
That was it. He thought to himself. Satine was gone; Spectacular, Spectacular was through.
Christian had nowhere else to go. He couldn't stay in the Moulin Rouge; he couldn't show his face back home. he'd never be able to return to London with what he now carried so heavily in his heart. Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and above all of those. Love.
He crawled into his lonely garret and stayed there most of his days. didn't leave unless it was absolutely necessary. Toulouse started calling him Crabby Christian after a while. He refused to leave, he refused to eat, and he refused to write. All he wanted to do was sit and drink.
"Chwistian. You can not wive wike dis. it is not healfy."
"Leave me alone Toulouse." He let the bottle of absinthe fall from his hand and roll across the uneven floor. "I don't need your sympathy or your lectures. Just leave me alone." So Toulouse did.
Time passed slowly but it slipped away whether it could be controlled or not. Christian didn't know what to think or to do. He had no job and was late on 3 rents. He just laid there and slept day in and day out. But sleep wasn't all good. He had nightmares, and dreams that scared him senseless.
Before he realized it 6 months had gone and passed. six months since his beloved jewels death.
There she was. lying in my arms and I would never get the chance to do it again. God knew that was all I wanted to do just one more time and he granted me that wish. Now I regretted it in a sort of way. In order to get what I wanted her life had been taken from the world. Now she really was a priceless diamond, because now no one could cherish her.
"I love you. I love you." I repeated as I rocked her body in my arms. I felt the heat around me and I couldn't stand the frustration.
"Come back to me darling please. come back to me. I love you." I screamed as tears ran down my face. I couldn't control anything in this world any more. I was so lost.
Feeling the warm hand on my back I looked up. Harold was frowning upon me.
"Christian, she loved you more than you know. She told you she didn't to save you, to keep you from having to be right where you are now." He said smoothly.
"She didn't deserve this. She deserved so much better." I mumbled as the few cast members watched on as well.
"But don't we all?" Harold snapped. With pure astonishment I looked back at the orange haired man. His face turned dark and the makeup he was wearing seemed to mold into his face and it looked as if they were his natural features.
"What?" it came coolly from my lips.
"She's dead Christian get over it!" He snapped. I couldn't believe he was acting like this as he continued to repeat his words more fierce each time.
"Stop! STOP!" I screamed.
"She's dead Christian get over it! She's dead Christian get over it! SHE'S DEAD CHRISTIAN GET OVER IT!" The cast started chiming as well.
"No." I whispered when suddenly, Satine popped up in my arms looked me in the eyes and stared.
"I'M DEAD CHRISTIAN GET OVER IT!" She hissed as her eyes turned blood shot and she threw her head back and screamed.
With a scream of his own terror and the feeling of wetness on his cheeks he fell out of his own bed and lay flat down on the floor. He needed to get over this. He thought. He needed to forget about her.
As Christian pulled himself up a screaming pain shot through his head. Looking in the mirror across from his bed, he saw he had a gash in his forehead.
"Damn bed desk." He mumbled figuring he had fallen onto it as he fell out of bed. But he did not care. He bled down his jaw and he didn't do a thing to stop it. Satine was all he could think about. Satine was all he wanted. Satine was who he needed.
Christian through himself against the wall, and slid down on his back and sat there slumped in the corner.
"Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain Like a fire when it's cold outside, A thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true My memories of love will be of you."
- He sang softly in a hoarse voice. Grabbing the bottle of absinthe at his side he went to swig it down. Except like his heart it was empty and cold.
Throwing the bottle across the humid room, he listened to it shatter and mix with the rain drops outside his window. rain drops that fell not only to the earth's dirty surface, but seemed to fall on him as if saying he was no longer a clean hearted man, drowning him in his own emotions.
"Bull shit." He mumbled before he cried his familiar tears.