Satine slowly turned the key in the lock, apprehensive at what was behind
it.
He usually came home from work early in the middle of the week. They spent a few minutes in the bedroom together before HE went back again.
She sighed as she opened the door. 'This is the road I took.'
"Where were you?" Robert demanded angrily as she walked in the door.
"I. . . I was taking a walk-" she started.
"You're late! I come home at exactly 12, and you KNOW you're supposed to be here!"
She rose her watch to her eyes and saw it was 12:03. "I. . . I'm sorry."
He laughed. "Oh, you're SORRY, are you?" He slapped her across her face. Satine rose her hand to her burning cheek. "Why is it that my wife is a disgrace to me? You're never here when I want you to be!" He slapped her across the other cheek and she crumpled against the door.
Satine blinked tears away as she took in a deep breath. It had all been a dream. No, she hadn't married Robert. . . not yet, at least.
"I'm sorry, does that hurt," said a soft voice.
She craned her neck to the side and sharply taking in a breath, saw Christian sitting in a chair beside her bed.
"What. . . what are you-"
"Are you all right?" he asked, taking her hand in his and kissing it tenderly. "It was Robert who hurt you, wasn't it? That bastard."
She took her hand back and turned away from him. "Don't say that about my fiancé."
"Satine, he BEAT you! Why would you stay with him?"
"Just. . . just get out," she whispered.
The was a pause, and then Christian said, "I'm not leaving you alone."
"Christian-"
"No." He went to the other side of the bed and touched her cheek. "I'm not leaving you."
She sighed. "Harold probably knows you're here. . . he already told Robert about you. If he finds you, there will be nothing to save you. Just. . . just leave. Leave me alone, I'll be fine."
He forced a smile. "If I go. . . who will be here to save you?"
"I don't need anyone."
"What about the next time he beats you? Chocolate won't be there."
"Choc saved me?" she whispered.
He smiled. "He brought you here, saw me by your door, and after 2,000 questions he left you with me."
She laughed slightly, her eyes sparkling. There was a long pause, Christian staring into her eyes.
"Please go," she whispered.
He took a breath, dipping a cloth into the bowl on her night stand. He rung it out and put it on her red cheek. "I can't do that," he said. "I could never leave you."
She closed her eyes, soaking in this moment. Harold had never helped her when a customer had 'shown their love'. He never helped her at all besides moving her from town to town, finding her a shabby apartment-
Her thoughts clouded when she felt Christian's warm lips on hers. It felt so good. . . heat rose all over her body, thawing her cold heart. She reached up to touch his cheek and moaned when his arms wrapped around her.
The appalling sound brought her back to her senses and she pushed him off her. "No," she cried, brushing tears away. She sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to her. "Please. . . please, leave me alone. Go away."
"I can't go on with out you," he whispered. "We were made for each other, Satine. Don't you see? We were meant for each other!"
"No, we weren't!" she insisted. "We're just a couple of kids with a crush!"
He hung his head down. "Never knew I could feel like this," he started to sing softly. "It's like I've never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss." He looked up at her, flashing her a smile that made her chin quiver and all her thoughts to disappear. His hand rose softly to her cheek as he sang again. "Seasons may change, winter to spring. But I Love You, until the end of time. Come what may. Come what may." His voice grew louder, and his smile wider. "I will love you, until my dying day."
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, please don't do this now, Christian-"
He sat beside her on the bed and held on to her hands. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," he said cheerfully. "Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste." He kissed her hands. "It all revolves around you. And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I love you, until the end of time."
His face was hovering closely toward hers. "Do you like it?" he whispered, kissing her forehead. "It's yours."
"You wrote me a song?" she asked, to herself more than him. He nodded. "No one's ever done that for me before. No one," she breathed, giving in to a smile.
"I love you," he said unevenly.
'I do too,' her mind whispered. She loved him more than life itself - more than her life. He meant everything to her, but she meant nothing to this world than another pretty face. How she longed to comply with his wishes and wear that ring of his forever. . . but they really weren't kids. Sometimes you had to do something you hated to achieve something of greater value.
She closed her eyes and turned away from him. "I don't love you," she whispered. "I never did." She pushed his hands off of hers. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Because I know you love me back."
"I'm telling you now," she looked him in the eyes and with all the strength she could muster, "I don't love you. I never did. By the end of the week, on Graduation night I'm marrying Robert."
"Do you love him?" Christian whispered.
She hung her head. "What does it matter?" she said.
"It matters the world to me!"
"I'm a creature of the underworld. I can't afford to love," she said slowly. "There, you got your answer. Will you leave me alone now?"
He nodded. "I-" he choked on his words. He took in a deep breath, holding back his grief. "I'll follow you after Graduation. I'll object at the wedding."
Satine lifted her head. "Wh-what? No, no Christian, he'll know it's you. He'll kill you for sure!"
"Well, what do I have to lose?" he whispered, standing up and heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself."
She watched him, as if in slow motion, as he shut the door. The sound echoed in her ear and she felt sick as she sank down in her bed. She rose her head to her hand, remembering all she had ever known.
"I can't fall in love. . . I don't need love. . . It's all an act. . ." All her sad words echoed through her head. She was so lost back then. It was hard to believe that it was only a few months ago. Christian changed everything.
"I. . . follow the night," she sang to herself. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin, to live again? What more could you're love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming. . . ends."
She set her head on her pillow and rose two fingers to her lips, still warm. How could a kiss be so good? How could life be so magically wonderful?
'It really was love', she realized, sobbing. 'A whore like me had gotten the best dream imaginable and I threw it all away. All I ever wanted, and I threw it all away.'
She raised her left hand to her face and scowled. It was all that was keeping her between misery and happiness - just a flashy, gold band with loads of diamonds. Why should a stupid ring control her whole life?
She slowly lifted her head. It wasn't too late. . .
Satine smiled, happily removing it from her finger and pushed the covers back, running in a red tank-top and black shorts out of the room and out of the shabby apartment.
She scanned the parking lot, saw him about to get in his car. "Christian!" she yelled. He stopped suddenly and looked up. She saw tears dancing in his deep blue-gray eyes.
"Never knew I could feel like this," she whispered, taking a few steps down the metal stairs. She gripped the banister and slowly descended down. "It's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything!" She arched her back and yelled it out to the sky, smiling deeply. She was in love. . . nothing was more important than love, nothing.
Christian walked over toward the end of the stairs. She stood a step above him and reached out to touch his cheek. "Seasons may change winter to spring," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "I love you," she sobbed. "'Til the end of time."
He didn't say anything for the longest time and she sighed. "Don't go," she whispered. "Don't leave me."
A smile slowly swept across his face. "Where would I go?"
She laughed as her arms wrapped around his neck and he spun her around the parking lot.
----------------------------------------- Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. And, um. Robert Duken is not the real son of a producer, I just made him up.
A/N: Ok, this took me a lot of effort. Please tell me if you like it(that's a stupid question, I know). Yeah! They're together!!!!! But it's not over yet(Don't you just hate that?)!!!
Songs used: 'Come What May' and 'Come What May (reprise)' written by David Baerwald, 'One Day I'll Fly Away' written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample.
He usually came home from work early in the middle of the week. They spent a few minutes in the bedroom together before HE went back again.
She sighed as she opened the door. 'This is the road I took.'
"Where were you?" Robert demanded angrily as she walked in the door.
"I. . . I was taking a walk-" she started.
"You're late! I come home at exactly 12, and you KNOW you're supposed to be here!"
She rose her watch to her eyes and saw it was 12:03. "I. . . I'm sorry."
He laughed. "Oh, you're SORRY, are you?" He slapped her across her face. Satine rose her hand to her burning cheek. "Why is it that my wife is a disgrace to me? You're never here when I want you to be!" He slapped her across the other cheek and she crumpled against the door.
Satine blinked tears away as she took in a deep breath. It had all been a dream. No, she hadn't married Robert. . . not yet, at least.
"I'm sorry, does that hurt," said a soft voice.
She craned her neck to the side and sharply taking in a breath, saw Christian sitting in a chair beside her bed.
"What. . . what are you-"
"Are you all right?" he asked, taking her hand in his and kissing it tenderly. "It was Robert who hurt you, wasn't it? That bastard."
She took her hand back and turned away from him. "Don't say that about my fiancé."
"Satine, he BEAT you! Why would you stay with him?"
"Just. . . just get out," she whispered.
The was a pause, and then Christian said, "I'm not leaving you alone."
"Christian-"
"No." He went to the other side of the bed and touched her cheek. "I'm not leaving you."
She sighed. "Harold probably knows you're here. . . he already told Robert about you. If he finds you, there will be nothing to save you. Just. . . just leave. Leave me alone, I'll be fine."
He forced a smile. "If I go. . . who will be here to save you?"
"I don't need anyone."
"What about the next time he beats you? Chocolate won't be there."
"Choc saved me?" she whispered.
He smiled. "He brought you here, saw me by your door, and after 2,000 questions he left you with me."
She laughed slightly, her eyes sparkling. There was a long pause, Christian staring into her eyes.
"Please go," she whispered.
He took a breath, dipping a cloth into the bowl on her night stand. He rung it out and put it on her red cheek. "I can't do that," he said. "I could never leave you."
She closed her eyes, soaking in this moment. Harold had never helped her when a customer had 'shown their love'. He never helped her at all besides moving her from town to town, finding her a shabby apartment-
Her thoughts clouded when she felt Christian's warm lips on hers. It felt so good. . . heat rose all over her body, thawing her cold heart. She reached up to touch his cheek and moaned when his arms wrapped around her.
The appalling sound brought her back to her senses and she pushed him off her. "No," she cried, brushing tears away. She sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to her. "Please. . . please, leave me alone. Go away."
"I can't go on with out you," he whispered. "We were made for each other, Satine. Don't you see? We were meant for each other!"
"No, we weren't!" she insisted. "We're just a couple of kids with a crush!"
He hung his head down. "Never knew I could feel like this," he started to sing softly. "It's like I've never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss." He looked up at her, flashing her a smile that made her chin quiver and all her thoughts to disappear. His hand rose softly to her cheek as he sang again. "Seasons may change, winter to spring. But I Love You, until the end of time. Come what may. Come what may." His voice grew louder, and his smile wider. "I will love you, until my dying day."
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, please don't do this now, Christian-"
He sat beside her on the bed and held on to her hands. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," he said cheerfully. "Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste." He kissed her hands. "It all revolves around you. And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I love you, until the end of time."
His face was hovering closely toward hers. "Do you like it?" he whispered, kissing her forehead. "It's yours."
"You wrote me a song?" she asked, to herself more than him. He nodded. "No one's ever done that for me before. No one," she breathed, giving in to a smile.
"I love you," he said unevenly.
'I do too,' her mind whispered. She loved him more than life itself - more than her life. He meant everything to her, but she meant nothing to this world than another pretty face. How she longed to comply with his wishes and wear that ring of his forever. . . but they really weren't kids. Sometimes you had to do something you hated to achieve something of greater value.
She closed her eyes and turned away from him. "I don't love you," she whispered. "I never did." She pushed his hands off of hers. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Because I know you love me back."
"I'm telling you now," she looked him in the eyes and with all the strength she could muster, "I don't love you. I never did. By the end of the week, on Graduation night I'm marrying Robert."
"Do you love him?" Christian whispered.
She hung her head. "What does it matter?" she said.
"It matters the world to me!"
"I'm a creature of the underworld. I can't afford to love," she said slowly. "There, you got your answer. Will you leave me alone now?"
He nodded. "I-" he choked on his words. He took in a deep breath, holding back his grief. "I'll follow you after Graduation. I'll object at the wedding."
Satine lifted her head. "Wh-what? No, no Christian, he'll know it's you. He'll kill you for sure!"
"Well, what do I have to lose?" he whispered, standing up and heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself."
She watched him, as if in slow motion, as he shut the door. The sound echoed in her ear and she felt sick as she sank down in her bed. She rose her head to her hand, remembering all she had ever known.
"I can't fall in love. . . I don't need love. . . It's all an act. . ." All her sad words echoed through her head. She was so lost back then. It was hard to believe that it was only a few months ago. Christian changed everything.
"I. . . follow the night," she sang to herself. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin, to live again? What more could you're love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming. . . ends."
She set her head on her pillow and rose two fingers to her lips, still warm. How could a kiss be so good? How could life be so magically wonderful?
'It really was love', she realized, sobbing. 'A whore like me had gotten the best dream imaginable and I threw it all away. All I ever wanted, and I threw it all away.'
She raised her left hand to her face and scowled. It was all that was keeping her between misery and happiness - just a flashy, gold band with loads of diamonds. Why should a stupid ring control her whole life?
She slowly lifted her head. It wasn't too late. . .
Satine smiled, happily removing it from her finger and pushed the covers back, running in a red tank-top and black shorts out of the room and out of the shabby apartment.
She scanned the parking lot, saw him about to get in his car. "Christian!" she yelled. He stopped suddenly and looked up. She saw tears dancing in his deep blue-gray eyes.
"Never knew I could feel like this," she whispered, taking a few steps down the metal stairs. She gripped the banister and slowly descended down. "It's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything!" She arched her back and yelled it out to the sky, smiling deeply. She was in love. . . nothing was more important than love, nothing.
Christian walked over toward the end of the stairs. She stood a step above him and reached out to touch his cheek. "Seasons may change winter to spring," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "I love you," she sobbed. "'Til the end of time."
He didn't say anything for the longest time and she sighed. "Don't go," she whispered. "Don't leave me."
A smile slowly swept across his face. "Where would I go?"
She laughed as her arms wrapped around his neck and he spun her around the parking lot.
----------------------------------------- Disclaimer: All characters belong to me and my good friend Baz. And, um. Robert Duken is not the real son of a producer, I just made him up.
A/N: Ok, this took me a lot of effort. Please tell me if you like it(that's a stupid question, I know). Yeah! They're together!!!!! But it's not over yet(Don't you just hate that?)!!!
Songs used: 'Come What May' and 'Come What May (reprise)' written by David Baerwald, 'One Day I'll Fly Away' written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample.