Chapter Fourteen: Some Begging and some Pleading
Satine was hurriedly packing. Christian was amused just from watching her pack. He thought she looked so cute when she was in a hurry. She was packing her beautiful red, blood colored dress, her black dress and her Hindu costumes (just for old memories) and some outfits Christian had never seen her in. She grabbed some cosmetics and placed them in a bag and into her suitcase they went. She had planned for Harold to send her the furniture later when she and Christian had bought a house.
A knock on the door interrupted Satine's packing. She answered it to find Satie on the other end.
"Oh, Bonjour Satie. Please won't you come in?" Satine backed away so Satie could get through the door. She then continued her packing.
"Christian, Harold has something important he wants to speak to you about," Satine turned around and looked at Christian. Satine could tell he didn't want to go by the look on his face.
"Look Christian, it's obviously important. I'll be fine, Marie is here with me," Satine pointed over to Marie who was sitting in a rocking Chair observing what was going on.
"Alright, only since you insist Satine," Christian told her. He walked over to her and grabbed her by the waist. Satine put her arms around her neck and they kissed deeply and passionately. They gently pulled away from each other and Christian left but not before blowing a kiss to Satine. Satine smiled brightly and continued packing.
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Christian hadn't returned yet and Satine was beginning to worry. She decide it best to go and meet him. She fixed her hair and put on some final touches to her make up, she wanted to look her best when they got on the train. She picked up her bags, ready t start a new life, and smiled at Marie. Marie came over and hugged her as Satine started to cry.
"Be sure to come and visit Harold and I." Marie said to Satine as she gently put Satine's hair back behind her hair.
"Will do," Satine smiled and Marie gave her a pack on the cheek because she had always looked on Satine as a daughter.
Before heading out the door Satine gave Marie on last smile. With that Satine was gone.
Satine headed down the steps and out onto the street. She decided to wait a little on a bench. When she saw that that was getting her nowhere, she got up and began to wander the streets in search for him. It was getting late. The screaming and hollering, coming from the Moulin Rouge, could be heard all the way across town. Satine was so glad to be rid of that part of her life. She walked up and down the streets of Montmartre trying to find Christian. That's when it hit her, the one place she hadn't looked….The Moulin Rouge. She glad she came up with that idea for she was getting quite cold.
Satine dragged her bags, which now seemed to weigh at least a ton, all the way to the Moulin Rouge. She entered the back way, just to avoid the crowd, and found her way to Harold's office. She knocked on his office door and Harold came to answer.
"Hello, sweet pea, how may I be of service to you?"
"Harold, have you seen Christian?"
"No, not since he left my office over and hour ago." Zidler could tell she was now worried judging by the look on her face. A few tears came down her face. She didn't know what to think. Harold grabbed her and held her. Satine began to sob but she wasn't going to give up. She still had one last place to look, Satie's garret.
Satine left the Moulin Rouge. She walked up to Satie's garret fearing what he would think happened to her for the makeup on her face was smeared. She was just about to enter the building, where Satie's garret was located, when she heard a strange noise come from behind. Satine started to breathe heavily. She looked around in the dark, searching for a face but was unsuccessful. She turned around cautiously and was just about to enter the door again when she heard the same noise again. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and leap into her chest. She was almost sure it was a person.
" Christian? Is that you?" Satine asked, getting so frightened that she began to cry. " Please if it's you just come out, you gave me a good scare." There was a deep, long, terrorizing silence. Satine tried to think of a good moment that would help her not to be scared. The one that came to mind was when Christian sang "Come What May" to her.
"Come…..What…..May" Satine sang in a low whisper, with her eyes closed. Satine could feel her body warm up inside/ Then all the sudden, she heard the same noise again, which caused Satine's eyes to shot right open. She began to breathe heavily again. She turned to the door and began to open it only to had been locked. She began sobbing and pleading for help, for someone to come help her but it was no use. Her voice was washed away in the sounds from the Moulin Rouge.
Then a hand came on Satine's shoulder.
"Is there a problem miss?" The man said. Satine thought his voice sounded oddly familiar but she thought nothing of it and was quite relieved.
"Yes thank you……" As Satine turned around, her mouth dropped in fear. She backed up against the wall of Satie's building and closed her eyes.
"Please let me go, Dear Duke!"
"On the contrary mademoiselle Satine. I do intend to, but not before I get what I want from you." The Duke said looking into her eyes with his face six inches away and breathing onto her face.
"No, please, leave me alone." Satine began to sob. The Duke slapped her and she fell to the ground. Her face was stinging from it and she grabbed her cheek as if she would die if she lost to much blood, she wasn't even bleeding. The Duke picked her up by her arm and began kissing her neck and Satine was crying now.
"Come what may, I will love you until my dying day!" Satine sang, between sobs, in a , low whisper.
"LET GO OF HER DUKE!" The Duke turned around to face a Christian who was obviously mad. His fists were clenched and he was gritting his teeth and breathing heavily. Satine smiled at the thought that her beloved Christian had come to rescue her. The duke threw her to the ground and Satine crawled over to the wall away from the two angry men.