Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Moulin Rouge all I do own is
the rights to the any characters I have created in this story. Please don't
send the lawyers after me!!
I'm innocent.I'm blonde and I'm new!!
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
Christian gazed up at the still wings of the windmill. It's once red coat was peeling and had turned a dull brown. The Moulin Rouge lay silent behind its now closed doors. It had been four years since Christian had last been in the Moulin Rouge. That was the day that the performance aired its first and last show.it was the night that changed his life forever.it was the night when Satine had died. Christian pushed open the doors and walked slowly through the courtyard. The elephant stood silently holding back the stories of romance, love and loss. As he entered the main hall the memories of the past overwhelmed him. He sunk to his knees and stared at the remains of the once extravagant stage. The songs that had once filled the grand hall now whispered in the far depth of Christians mind. "Why Satine.why did you not tell me you where dying. At least then I could have told you how much you really meant to me.and ask you to." His voice echoed throughout the abandoned hall, the only reply he got was the creaking of old wooden beams. Christian sighed and got up slowly, there was no point in staying, he didn't even know why he had come back. 'I've moved on .haven't I?' Suddenly something caught his attention at the side of the stage. Christian walked towards the stage curious to find out what it had been that had caught his attention. Again something moved behind one of the curtains. 'It was too big to be a rat behind there, so what else could it be.' He walked over quietly careful not to make a sound. Tugging gently at the edge of the curtain, Christian pulled it back to reveal a young girl. The young child looked up at him and started to crawl back, her mesmerising crystal blue eyes wide in fear and her long auburn hair ruffled by her sudden movement of turning round. "I promise I didn't take anything!! I didn't go near the elephant this time really!!!" Christian smiled and crouched down in front of the girl. "Hey its okay I wont hurt you. I believe you.anyway what's a little girl like you doing in this old wreck of a place?" "My mother says I should not talk to strangers! And you're a stranger!! Go away!!" Christian sighed, he could tell this child wasn't as shy as she looked. "Okay.well my name is Christian and I am a writer. I write stories for children like you and adults like your mother. Now you know who I am, what is your name little one?" The young girl stood up brushing off the layer of dust covering her dress and curtsied. "My name is Alexandria." "Well it is very nice to meet you Alexandria. Now what are you doing here, where is your mother?" Alexandria looked warily at Christian and pondered for a moment playing with the lace on her dress. "My mother lets me play here. She says that its safe as nobody comes here anymore. Anyway I'm practicing to become a great actress like my mother wanted to be." Christian laughed and nodded. 'A great actress. just like Satine dreamed of being.'
Sorry this is so short but I want to know your opinions!! Good?...bad?...should I carry on or move on to another!! Love to all now!
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
Christian gazed up at the still wings of the windmill. It's once red coat was peeling and had turned a dull brown. The Moulin Rouge lay silent behind its now closed doors. It had been four years since Christian had last been in the Moulin Rouge. That was the day that the performance aired its first and last show.it was the night that changed his life forever.it was the night when Satine had died. Christian pushed open the doors and walked slowly through the courtyard. The elephant stood silently holding back the stories of romance, love and loss. As he entered the main hall the memories of the past overwhelmed him. He sunk to his knees and stared at the remains of the once extravagant stage. The songs that had once filled the grand hall now whispered in the far depth of Christians mind. "Why Satine.why did you not tell me you where dying. At least then I could have told you how much you really meant to me.and ask you to." His voice echoed throughout the abandoned hall, the only reply he got was the creaking of old wooden beams. Christian sighed and got up slowly, there was no point in staying, he didn't even know why he had come back. 'I've moved on .haven't I?' Suddenly something caught his attention at the side of the stage. Christian walked towards the stage curious to find out what it had been that had caught his attention. Again something moved behind one of the curtains. 'It was too big to be a rat behind there, so what else could it be.' He walked over quietly careful not to make a sound. Tugging gently at the edge of the curtain, Christian pulled it back to reveal a young girl. The young child looked up at him and started to crawl back, her mesmerising crystal blue eyes wide in fear and her long auburn hair ruffled by her sudden movement of turning round. "I promise I didn't take anything!! I didn't go near the elephant this time really!!!" Christian smiled and crouched down in front of the girl. "Hey its okay I wont hurt you. I believe you.anyway what's a little girl like you doing in this old wreck of a place?" "My mother says I should not talk to strangers! And you're a stranger!! Go away!!" Christian sighed, he could tell this child wasn't as shy as she looked. "Okay.well my name is Christian and I am a writer. I write stories for children like you and adults like your mother. Now you know who I am, what is your name little one?" The young girl stood up brushing off the layer of dust covering her dress and curtsied. "My name is Alexandria." "Well it is very nice to meet you Alexandria. Now what are you doing here, where is your mother?" Alexandria looked warily at Christian and pondered for a moment playing with the lace on her dress. "My mother lets me play here. She says that its safe as nobody comes here anymore. Anyway I'm practicing to become a great actress like my mother wanted to be." Christian laughed and nodded. 'A great actress. just like Satine dreamed of being.'
Sorry this is so short but I want to know your opinions!! Good?...bad?...should I carry on or move on to another!! Love to all now!