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*~*~*~*~* Standing in the sidelines, behind the curtain with a smile flittering over his lips Christian felt like the first day he had come to the Moulin Rouge: unnerved and utterly excited. The demon inside had settled down, disgruntled at the fact that he had not fed the bloodlust inside him. Christian had willed it down to tolerable levels and surprisingly enough, Nini and the Duke were still living and breathing.
Not that he was happy with that fact, but for Satine's sake he managed.
The play was a hit. The audience did everything they were supposed to in the right times. They laughed at the confusion of the Sitire player and the Maharajah; 'awwed' at the tender romance scenes and gasped the scenes of betrayal. Christian felt.no, he knew that Satine was perfect in her role. The audience fell in love with her and he did as well all over again.
~This display makes me sick~ A voice somewhere inside of him grumbled, reminding him of a pouty child. ~And I'm hungry, when do we feed?~
"We don't feed.if I can help it." Christian muttered bitterly, folding his arms and leaning against the grained supports.
"Feed?" Toulouse asked, coming up on his left. "Chwistian?"
"Toulouse!" Christian jumped, turning to face the shorter man. "Why aren't you up in your place?"
"Going over my wine one wast time." Toulouse explained, a sheepish smile on his face. "The greatest thing you'll ever leawn is just to wove and be woved in return."
"You got it. And you'll be great."
Toulouse nodded and waddled off to head up into the rafters. Christian watched him leave and was surprised a second time by the steely hand gripping his shoulder firmly. He turned slowly around for a second time and met the gaze of Warner. The cold hunger filled him like a gust of wind, replacing the light-hearted joy he had only moments before.
To liken the twos' glare would be to place them in the realm of predators. Eyes were unwavering, unfeeling, and calculating in their stares. Sizing the other one up, the two circled each other like lions at a kill before Warner spoke, his gravelly voice harsh from unuse. "The Duke expects Satine directly after her curtain call." he leveled his gaze at Christian before speaking again. "And he wants no funny business from you."
Raising an eyebrow Christian remarked softly, his voice barely over a whisper. "is that a threat?"
"It is.however you take it." Warner squeezed his shoulder once and then made to slip back the way he came but Christian stopped him with a touch. He turned to look at the hand with mild contempt. "What?"
"Am I allowed to say goodbye?" Christian asked coolly, removing his hand. "Surely you can't be that
Warner made to comment but was stopped by the rustling of Marie's dress coming up to them.
She went to Christian's side and frowned at the two. "Honestly! The next scene begins!" Marie scolded, her yes on Satine while a maternal smile of pride danced on her lips. "A natural, I told her she was!"
Christian also smiled and patted her shoulder gently. "We never doubted her for an instant." he turned to receive Warner's answer but found the man already back in the dressing room hallway.
"The sooner the pair of them leave, the better off the Moulin Rouge.oh I wish Harold had never invested in electricity." Marie muttered half to herself and half to Christian. Then she turned and gripped his wrist tightly, concern filling her pale eyes. "Just be careful, the Duke wants your head Christian."
Christian laughed off her warning and patted her shoulder again. "I promise you Marie, I will not be dying anytime tonight."
Marie hesitated and then nodded slowly. "But can you promise me you won't die emotionally as well?" the comment was sly and utterly against her character but Christian knew she meant well.
His demeanor cracked for only a moment and he released a heavy sigh. "I don't know." Marie wisely didn't comment after that and turned all attention back to the scene.
The Argentinean, dressed in a suit of five ivory silk tied with a red sash looked every bit the role of the betrayed lover as he walked onstage. Gripping Satine firmly by one wrist he came out and was instantly surround by guards and the Maharaja looked sternly at him. The Argentinean turned to face Zilder and tossed Satine to his feet. "This woman is yours now!" he spat, stepping closer and ignoring the spears of the guards, "I have come to pay my whore!" he tossed a handful of bills at Satine's hidden face and then leaned down. "You owe me nothing and you are nothing to me." he straightened and then went to stand before the stairs, an expression of stone etched onto his face. He placed one foot onto the first step and then turned his profile to the audience. "Thank you for curing my ridiculous obsession with love."
Zilder waited for the Argentinean to make another step down and then turned to his court. "He flees the kingdom!" He turned back to the audience and then looked to Satine. "Watch him leave, proof of his 'love' for you.have you anything to say?" Satine gave no answer and Zilder bent to shake her gently. "Satine.?" he whispered and grew pale as there was no response. "Satine?!" he made to touch her again but she stirred slightly. A small dab of blood was on her bottom lip and he sighed in relief as she made to get to her knees. He turned to the Argentinean and laughed haughty. "Your beloved does not want to convince you to stay!"
As the Argentinean stiffened and went to touch the last step a crash was heard from above and down came Toulouse. He landed right by Satine and then lifted his hands into the air. "The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!"
That seemed to jar something in Satine for she clambered to her feet and stepped out and away from Zilder. "Never knew..I could feel.like this," her voice was raspy, and the tears traveling down her face seemed to dampen her voice. Continuing her song, she came to stand just behind the Argentinean and gingerly reached around to pull him to her. "Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything!" she leaned her head onto his shoulder and pressed on, unsure. "Seasons may change, winter to spring. But I love you.til the end of time." she fell silent, waiting for his response.
Even though she had seen the ending rehearsed dozens of times, Marie couldn't help allow a watery smile to grace her face as the lovers returned to each others arms and sang their promises to the other. Giving a side- ways glance, she saw that Christian was singing the Argentineans lines as well and smiled again. She was secretly glad that Zilder's desire for the lovers to be separated hadn't fallen through.
The pair of them watched, Christian singing under his breath and Marie smiling quietly as the curtain fell on the lovers kiss. The sudden tremendous applause echoed and ringed throughout the theater bringing smiles of delight onto everyone's faces.
"It was a hit! They loved it!" Nini cheered, running to the Argentinean and pulling him into a kiss. Zilder chortled and gestured for the girls around him to be pulled into a group hug and Satine turned to Christian and smiled like an angel.
"They liked it?" she whispered, unsure about the events. Christian nodded and stepped onto the stage, returning her smile. "They liked me?"
"They loved you, you were perfect." he soothed, coming up and brushing a hand against her jaw line. The tiny speckle of blood on her lip drew his attention but didn't raise any urges. "You were great."
"What are we waiting for?" the Argentinean shouted, an arm still wrapped firmly around Nini, tucking her tightly to his side. "Let us go out there and receive their applause!"
Satine stepped to stand but then froze, her face went from sheer happiness to sudden racking pain. A horrified gasp escaped her lips and she went to her knees. Chrisitian was at her side and cradled her as she slumped lower and lower until her body was on the floor and her head in Christians lap. The happiness from the shows obvious success was sucked away and replaced by a cold sickening dread. Even Nini was dampened, her eyes fixated mournfully on the pair in the circles center. Gone was the sneering smile that was her trademark, instead her lips quivered and shaped into a forlorn frown.
Marie held back a quiet sob and went to stand next to Zilder, exchanging a worry filled glance with him. They alone were the only people of the Moulin Rouge to know what was truly happening. The others, besides Christian stood by helplessly, kept in the dark about what was proceeding before them. But they knew, deep down that Satine would no longer be the star of Spectacular Spectacular!
Satine spoke nothing, and Christian returned her silence with his own. The words they shared were non-verbal, a flicker of the eyes contained a message of everlasting devotion. To repeat what was exchanged would only hamper the expression. As Satine slipped slower and slower into the compassion arms of Death himself, the beast inside Christian awoke with a passionate hunger and snarled at the mental bars holding it. ~Feed! Change her!~ it shouted, screaming into his subconscious.
"No." he whispered, but his lips started their downward descent towards her flesh.
~FEED! CHANGE!~ if possible, the thing got louder, pounding against his skull and causing blackness to infringe on his vision. At Christian's refusal it got to the point of sheer madness. ~FEED! CHANGE!~
Christian hesitated only as much as he needed to, allowing Satine to slump in his arms, her spirit gone. His lips touched the silky skin of her neck in a kiss goodbye. Only a single tear fell from his eyes, the only outward sign of his torment within.
The anger in his mind was unbearable, it rattled his teeth, slammed his ear drums and blinded him of sight as the demon within raged over the loss of its meal.
To Be Continued:
*~*~*~*~* (A/N) I can't just leave it like that, unfortunately.Christian's fuming on how he's not able to save Satine OR write their story. Geez, characters! And Satine's worried this is her last scene. Nini wants more screen time and the Duke's ticked that Christian's the main character. Oh, and Warner's annoyed that there's been no killing or serious maiming on his part.
Flub: Thanks for the constructive insight. All writers like great reviews, but your type are the ones that improve us. Kudos! Actually, Christian hasn't been around, his little demon buddy's been the cruel person we've seen.
BeetleBon99: Killing the Duke, if it happens, will be a highlight of writing this story. And the coldness Christian sends towards Satine will be explained as this story gets underway. Also, remember, he doesn't want the Duke to harm Satine because of their relationship (
Shadow Singer: In good time, in good time.
Mebrireth: Hope the death scene held up. I wanted to change it because of the AU plot I my story but it still needs to be convincing. Thanks for reviewing!
*~*~*~*~* Standing in the sidelines, behind the curtain with a smile flittering over his lips Christian felt like the first day he had come to the Moulin Rouge: unnerved and utterly excited. The demon inside had settled down, disgruntled at the fact that he had not fed the bloodlust inside him. Christian had willed it down to tolerable levels and surprisingly enough, Nini and the Duke were still living and breathing.
Not that he was happy with that fact, but for Satine's sake he managed.
The play was a hit. The audience did everything they were supposed to in the right times. They laughed at the confusion of the Sitire player and the Maharajah; 'awwed' at the tender romance scenes and gasped the scenes of betrayal. Christian felt.no, he knew that Satine was perfect in her role. The audience fell in love with her and he did as well all over again.
~This display makes me sick~ A voice somewhere inside of him grumbled, reminding him of a pouty child. ~And I'm hungry, when do we feed?~
"We don't feed.if I can help it." Christian muttered bitterly, folding his arms and leaning against the grained supports.
"Feed?" Toulouse asked, coming up on his left. "Chwistian?"
"Toulouse!" Christian jumped, turning to face the shorter man. "Why aren't you up in your place?"
"Going over my wine one wast time." Toulouse explained, a sheepish smile on his face. "The greatest thing you'll ever leawn is just to wove and be woved in return."
"You got it. And you'll be great."
Toulouse nodded and waddled off to head up into the rafters. Christian watched him leave and was surprised a second time by the steely hand gripping his shoulder firmly. He turned slowly around for a second time and met the gaze of Warner. The cold hunger filled him like a gust of wind, replacing the light-hearted joy he had only moments before.
To liken the twos' glare would be to place them in the realm of predators. Eyes were unwavering, unfeeling, and calculating in their stares. Sizing the other one up, the two circled each other like lions at a kill before Warner spoke, his gravelly voice harsh from unuse. "The Duke expects Satine directly after her curtain call." he leveled his gaze at Christian before speaking again. "And he wants no funny business from you."
Raising an eyebrow Christian remarked softly, his voice barely over a whisper. "is that a threat?"
"It is.however you take it." Warner squeezed his shoulder once and then made to slip back the way he came but Christian stopped him with a touch. He turned to look at the hand with mild contempt. "What?"
"Am I allowed to say goodbye?" Christian asked coolly, removing his hand. "Surely you can't be that
Warner made to comment but was stopped by the rustling of Marie's dress coming up to them.
She went to Christian's side and frowned at the two. "Honestly! The next scene begins!" Marie scolded, her yes on Satine while a maternal smile of pride danced on her lips. "A natural, I told her she was!"
Christian also smiled and patted her shoulder gently. "We never doubted her for an instant." he turned to receive Warner's answer but found the man already back in the dressing room hallway.
"The sooner the pair of them leave, the better off the Moulin Rouge.oh I wish Harold had never invested in electricity." Marie muttered half to herself and half to Christian. Then she turned and gripped his wrist tightly, concern filling her pale eyes. "Just be careful, the Duke wants your head Christian."
Christian laughed off her warning and patted her shoulder again. "I promise you Marie, I will not be dying anytime tonight."
Marie hesitated and then nodded slowly. "But can you promise me you won't die emotionally as well?" the comment was sly and utterly against her character but Christian knew she meant well.
His demeanor cracked for only a moment and he released a heavy sigh. "I don't know." Marie wisely didn't comment after that and turned all attention back to the scene.
The Argentinean, dressed in a suit of five ivory silk tied with a red sash looked every bit the role of the betrayed lover as he walked onstage. Gripping Satine firmly by one wrist he came out and was instantly surround by guards and the Maharaja looked sternly at him. The Argentinean turned to face Zilder and tossed Satine to his feet. "This woman is yours now!" he spat, stepping closer and ignoring the spears of the guards, "I have come to pay my whore!" he tossed a handful of bills at Satine's hidden face and then leaned down. "You owe me nothing and you are nothing to me." he straightened and then went to stand before the stairs, an expression of stone etched onto his face. He placed one foot onto the first step and then turned his profile to the audience. "Thank you for curing my ridiculous obsession with love."
Zilder waited for the Argentinean to make another step down and then turned to his court. "He flees the kingdom!" He turned back to the audience and then looked to Satine. "Watch him leave, proof of his 'love' for you.have you anything to say?" Satine gave no answer and Zilder bent to shake her gently. "Satine.?" he whispered and grew pale as there was no response. "Satine?!" he made to touch her again but she stirred slightly. A small dab of blood was on her bottom lip and he sighed in relief as she made to get to her knees. He turned to the Argentinean and laughed haughty. "Your beloved does not want to convince you to stay!"
As the Argentinean stiffened and went to touch the last step a crash was heard from above and down came Toulouse. He landed right by Satine and then lifted his hands into the air. "The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!"
That seemed to jar something in Satine for she clambered to her feet and stepped out and away from Zilder. "Never knew..I could feel.like this," her voice was raspy, and the tears traveling down her face seemed to dampen her voice. Continuing her song, she came to stand just behind the Argentinean and gingerly reached around to pull him to her. "Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything!" she leaned her head onto his shoulder and pressed on, unsure. "Seasons may change, winter to spring. But I love you.til the end of time." she fell silent, waiting for his response.
Even though she had seen the ending rehearsed dozens of times, Marie couldn't help allow a watery smile to grace her face as the lovers returned to each others arms and sang their promises to the other. Giving a side- ways glance, she saw that Christian was singing the Argentineans lines as well and smiled again. She was secretly glad that Zilder's desire for the lovers to be separated hadn't fallen through.
The pair of them watched, Christian singing under his breath and Marie smiling quietly as the curtain fell on the lovers kiss. The sudden tremendous applause echoed and ringed throughout the theater bringing smiles of delight onto everyone's faces.
"It was a hit! They loved it!" Nini cheered, running to the Argentinean and pulling him into a kiss. Zilder chortled and gestured for the girls around him to be pulled into a group hug and Satine turned to Christian and smiled like an angel.
"They liked it?" she whispered, unsure about the events. Christian nodded and stepped onto the stage, returning her smile. "They liked me?"
"They loved you, you were perfect." he soothed, coming up and brushing a hand against her jaw line. The tiny speckle of blood on her lip drew his attention but didn't raise any urges. "You were great."
"What are we waiting for?" the Argentinean shouted, an arm still wrapped firmly around Nini, tucking her tightly to his side. "Let us go out there and receive their applause!"
Satine stepped to stand but then froze, her face went from sheer happiness to sudden racking pain. A horrified gasp escaped her lips and she went to her knees. Chrisitian was at her side and cradled her as she slumped lower and lower until her body was on the floor and her head in Christians lap. The happiness from the shows obvious success was sucked away and replaced by a cold sickening dread. Even Nini was dampened, her eyes fixated mournfully on the pair in the circles center. Gone was the sneering smile that was her trademark, instead her lips quivered and shaped into a forlorn frown.
Marie held back a quiet sob and went to stand next to Zilder, exchanging a worry filled glance with him. They alone were the only people of the Moulin Rouge to know what was truly happening. The others, besides Christian stood by helplessly, kept in the dark about what was proceeding before them. But they knew, deep down that Satine would no longer be the star of Spectacular Spectacular!
Satine spoke nothing, and Christian returned her silence with his own. The words they shared were non-verbal, a flicker of the eyes contained a message of everlasting devotion. To repeat what was exchanged would only hamper the expression. As Satine slipped slower and slower into the compassion arms of Death himself, the beast inside Christian awoke with a passionate hunger and snarled at the mental bars holding it. ~Feed! Change her!~ it shouted, screaming into his subconscious.
"No." he whispered, but his lips started their downward descent towards her flesh.
~FEED! CHANGE!~ if possible, the thing got louder, pounding against his skull and causing blackness to infringe on his vision. At Christian's refusal it got to the point of sheer madness. ~FEED! CHANGE!~
Christian hesitated only as much as he needed to, allowing Satine to slump in his arms, her spirit gone. His lips touched the silky skin of her neck in a kiss goodbye. Only a single tear fell from his eyes, the only outward sign of his torment within.
The anger in his mind was unbearable, it rattled his teeth, slammed his ear drums and blinded him of sight as the demon within raged over the loss of its meal.
To Be Continued:
*~*~*~*~* (A/N) I can't just leave it like that, unfortunately.Christian's fuming on how he's not able to save Satine OR write their story. Geez, characters! And Satine's worried this is her last scene. Nini wants more screen time and the Duke's ticked that Christian's the main character. Oh, and Warner's annoyed that there's been no killing or serious maiming on his part.
Flub: Thanks for the constructive insight. All writers like great reviews, but your type are the ones that improve us. Kudos! Actually, Christian hasn't been around, his little demon buddy's been the cruel person we've seen.
BeetleBon99: Killing the Duke, if it happens, will be a highlight of writing this story. And the coldness Christian sends towards Satine will be explained as this story gets underway. Also, remember, he doesn't want the Duke to harm Satine because of their relationship (
Shadow Singer: In good time, in good time.
Mebrireth: Hope the death scene held up. I wanted to change it because of the AU plot I my story but it still needs to be convincing. Thanks for reviewing!