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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.
~*~ Recap; He laughed and looked around how foolish was he being. He knew all the answers to his questions but of course he would never admit to what he knew. That would mean that all his hard work was for nothing. Or was it. ~*~
It had been a week since Christian had met Alexandria. He hadn't been back to the Moulin Rouge since because.well to be honest Christian did not know why he hadn't been back. He was busy writing his new novel and visiting the sites of Paris and Montemarte but he knew deep down that he would have to go back. Anyway that young girl had seemed so similar to Satine that it made him wonder...could she be alive still.
'No, that is a foolish thought. Satine isn't alive. She died in my arms on that fateful night.'
Christian was sat outside a small café called 'L'ange à ailes peu', his coffee sat in front of him getting colder by the moment. His publisher in England had written to him asking how the novel was going and was there a chance of seeing any of it. Of course Christian had obliged and sent back a copy of the first chapter. This story was about a murder, how an unknown person murdered a young innocent singer and how her lover searches to find the person who killed her and to find out why. Personally Christian didn't think that this novel was going to be all that popular but as usual his publisher assured him that he was a well known and loved author so anything he wrote would be immediately liked. Suddenly two incredibly blue eyes peered over the edge of the table at Christian.
"Bonjour Monsieur Christian!" Alexandria smiled and climbed up onto the chair opposite Christian placing her little schoolbook bag on the table beside his coffee. "How are you??"
Christian smiled at Alexandria watching her as she settled into the chair opposite. "I am very well Alexandria and how are you?" "Great!! School has finished and my Nanny, Mademoiselle Estelle was walking me back from school when I saw you. I just had to come over and talk to you!"
" Is that your nanny over there."
Christian pointed over to a very irritated woman who was walking over with a strong stride and a look that even made Christian fidget uncomfortably. The nanny, known by the name of Mademoiselle Estelle, had her black hair pulled back in a tight bun, she was a lean tall woman who looked like Christians old school teacher, as he remembered she had not been at all nice.
" Madmoiselle Alexandria!! Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement." The nanny leant over Alexandria, Christian could clearly see the nerves twitching in the Nanny's jaw as she stared at Alexandria. On the other hand Alexandria seemed completely relaxed.
"Je suis désolé, mais je juste ai dû parler avec Monsieur Christian, je le connais Mademoiselle Estelle, et vous pouvez dire ma mère car elle m'a toujours enseigné à être poli et parler aux amis."
Christian watched the exchange between Alexandria and her Nanny. The nanny seemed to become more furious after Alexandria had responded. Christian decided this was the time to interrupt and help Alexandria but before he could the nanny walked off.
"Sorry about that Monsieur Christian but that nanny is so boring and controlling. I did not like her anyway."
"Its okay Alexandria, though I am surprised how relaxed you seemed. You speak both English and French very well for a child of your age."
"My mother always wanted me to speak both the language of my father and her own. She said that when I grow up to become famous I would need to speak English too. So she got me the finest tutor in all of France."
Alexandria giggled and smiled at Christian, her long auburn her tied neatly into a long ponytail which ended in long ringlets that hung over her shoulder and down her back.
"What time do you need to be home by Alexandria??"
"Oh well normally Madmoiselle Estelle would have got me home by four o'clock. Why what time is it?"
"Half past four already. Allow me to escort you home little lady."
"Oh thank you Monsieur Christian! My mother will be so worried!"
Christian stood and picked up his coat. He waited for Alexandria to climb down from the chair and together they began to walk through the streets talking about England and France and how acting was Alexandria's most favourite thing. Christian marvelled at how the young girl seemed so at ease with him, she hardly knew him but it was if she seemed happy to talk to him, as he had been a friend for longer. Alexandria lead them through the town to a small street, the house were all tall and painted so nicely but they held a aura of mystery, as if they held some secret from all outsiders. Alexandria walked over to a small green door, the paint was beginning to peel and the flowers in the window wilt.
"This is where I live." Alexandria curtsied and smiled. "Thank you Monsieur Christian, do you want to come in and meet my mother and aunt?"
Christian shook his head. "Thank you very much Alexandria but its okay. I have to get back to writing my latest novel and your also late and you have to explain to your mother where you nanny is.maybe some other time."
Alexandria nodded and looked back up at the house. "Oh.okay. Good bye Monsieur Christian." Alexandria opened the door and walked in, she turned to Christian and gave him a little wave before closing the door.
Christian began the long walk back to his little hotel. He was in need of some peace and quiet. He had never realised what a handful a child could be. Of course he had been around children, many of his friends were married with children of their own. Alexandria was such a sweet young child. She was eager to learn and explore all the wonders of the world and was clearly going to be a beautiful young lady one day.
'Almost as pretty as Satine.'
Christian gazed up at the sky, the first few stars were beginning to appear. Now that is was winter the nights arrived earlier. though it gave Christian longer to gaze at the stars it gave him longer to think about Satine. His Satine.
Thank you!! Reviews are greatly wanted!!! All helps, hints and comments are great fully received! Love to all!!!
The French spoke roughly translates as: Madmoiselle Alexandria!! Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement.
Miss Alexandria! What do you think you are doing? Talking with strangers! I will be speaking with your mother about your behaviour.
2) Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement !
I am sorry, but I just had to speak with, I do know him, and you can tell my mother as she has always taught me to be polite and speak to friends.
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; He laughed and looked around how foolish was he being. He knew all the answers to his questions but of course he would never admit to what he knew. That would mean that all his hard work was for nothing. Or was it. ~*~
It had been a week since Christian had met Alexandria. He hadn't been back to the Moulin Rouge since because.well to be honest Christian did not know why he hadn't been back. He was busy writing his new novel and visiting the sites of Paris and Montemarte but he knew deep down that he would have to go back. Anyway that young girl had seemed so similar to Satine that it made him wonder...could she be alive still.
'No, that is a foolish thought. Satine isn't alive. She died in my arms on that fateful night.'
Christian was sat outside a small café called 'L'ange à ailes peu', his coffee sat in front of him getting colder by the moment. His publisher in England had written to him asking how the novel was going and was there a chance of seeing any of it. Of course Christian had obliged and sent back a copy of the first chapter. This story was about a murder, how an unknown person murdered a young innocent singer and how her lover searches to find the person who killed her and to find out why. Personally Christian didn't think that this novel was going to be all that popular but as usual his publisher assured him that he was a well known and loved author so anything he wrote would be immediately liked. Suddenly two incredibly blue eyes peered over the edge of the table at Christian.
"Bonjour Monsieur Christian!" Alexandria smiled and climbed up onto the chair opposite Christian placing her little schoolbook bag on the table beside his coffee. "How are you??"
Christian smiled at Alexandria watching her as she settled into the chair opposite. "I am very well Alexandria and how are you?" "Great!! School has finished and my Nanny, Mademoiselle Estelle was walking me back from school when I saw you. I just had to come over and talk to you!"
" Is that your nanny over there."
Christian pointed over to a very irritated woman who was walking over with a strong stride and a look that even made Christian fidget uncomfortably. The nanny, known by the name of Mademoiselle Estelle, had her black hair pulled back in a tight bun, she was a lean tall woman who looked like Christians old school teacher, as he remembered she had not been at all nice.
" Madmoiselle Alexandria!! Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement." The nanny leant over Alexandria, Christian could clearly see the nerves twitching in the Nanny's jaw as she stared at Alexandria. On the other hand Alexandria seemed completely relaxed.
"Je suis désolé, mais je juste ai dû parler avec Monsieur Christian, je le connais Mademoiselle Estelle, et vous pouvez dire ma mère car elle m'a toujours enseigné à être poli et parler aux amis."
Christian watched the exchange between Alexandria and her Nanny. The nanny seemed to become more furious after Alexandria had responded. Christian decided this was the time to interrupt and help Alexandria but before he could the nanny walked off.
"Sorry about that Monsieur Christian but that nanny is so boring and controlling. I did not like her anyway."
"Its okay Alexandria, though I am surprised how relaxed you seemed. You speak both English and French very well for a child of your age."
"My mother always wanted me to speak both the language of my father and her own. She said that when I grow up to become famous I would need to speak English too. So she got me the finest tutor in all of France."
Alexandria giggled and smiled at Christian, her long auburn her tied neatly into a long ponytail which ended in long ringlets that hung over her shoulder and down her back.
"What time do you need to be home by Alexandria??"
"Oh well normally Madmoiselle Estelle would have got me home by four o'clock. Why what time is it?"
"Half past four already. Allow me to escort you home little lady."
"Oh thank you Monsieur Christian! My mother will be so worried!"
Christian stood and picked up his coat. He waited for Alexandria to climb down from the chair and together they began to walk through the streets talking about England and France and how acting was Alexandria's most favourite thing. Christian marvelled at how the young girl seemed so at ease with him, she hardly knew him but it was if she seemed happy to talk to him, as he had been a friend for longer. Alexandria lead them through the town to a small street, the house were all tall and painted so nicely but they held a aura of mystery, as if they held some secret from all outsiders. Alexandria walked over to a small green door, the paint was beginning to peel and the flowers in the window wilt.
"This is where I live." Alexandria curtsied and smiled. "Thank you Monsieur Christian, do you want to come in and meet my mother and aunt?"
Christian shook his head. "Thank you very much Alexandria but its okay. I have to get back to writing my latest novel and your also late and you have to explain to your mother where you nanny is.maybe some other time."
Alexandria nodded and looked back up at the house. "Oh.okay. Good bye Monsieur Christian." Alexandria opened the door and walked in, she turned to Christian and gave him a little wave before closing the door.
Christian began the long walk back to his little hotel. He was in need of some peace and quiet. He had never realised what a handful a child could be. Of course he had been around children, many of his friends were married with children of their own. Alexandria was such a sweet young child. She was eager to learn and explore all the wonders of the world and was clearly going to be a beautiful young lady one day.
'Almost as pretty as Satine.'
Christian gazed up at the sky, the first few stars were beginning to appear. Now that is was winter the nights arrived earlier. though it gave Christian longer to gaze at the stars it gave him longer to think about Satine. His Satine.
Thank you!! Reviews are greatly wanted!!! All helps, hints and comments are great fully received! Love to all!!!
The French spoke roughly translates as: Madmoiselle Alexandria!! Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement.
Miss Alexandria! What do you think you are doing? Talking with strangers! I will be speaking with your mother about your behaviour.
2) Ce qui vous pensent vous faites. Parler aux étrangers, je suis très près de dire votre mère au sujet de votre comportement !
I am sorry, but I just had to speak with, I do know him, and you can tell my mother as she has always taught me to be polite and speak to friends.