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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; 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. ~*~
Christian sat on the stage of the Moulin Rouge and looked around at the remains of the once magnificent stage. He had been there over an four hours, just sitting there listening and remembering the past that had once allowed the grand hall to be full of exotic colours and amazing dances and filled with the most beautiful songs ever heard by man. A gentle voice broke Christian from his thoughts, a soft and sweet voice that brought back memories of the past.
Christian got down off of the stage and closed his eyes trying to find out where the voice was coming from. The voice seemed to be coming from outside and Christian walked quickly over to the main hall doors and peered out into the darkness. He could see a lot, thankfully, due to the moon and the amount of stars, which lit up the sky that night. A slim figure stood in the elephant, the light dimly outlining the shape of a young woman. Her voice echoed around the Moulin Rouge, it was a sad song that spoke of love and loss.
Christian made his way across the courtyard and over to the hidden steps that led their way up to the room within the elephant. He pushed open the door gently and peered into the room. Suddenly the song stop and there was a gasp. Christian watched as the young woman ran out of the room and up the stairs to the top of the elephant.
"Wait!! Don't go!!!"
Christian ran after the woman and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. He could have sworn she ran up onto the top of the elephant. Christian sighed and lay back on the bed, it creaked and groaned under his weight having not been used for so many years. He closed his eyes and lay there thinking to himself.
'Did I just imagine that voice and that figure. am I really going insane. Father was right the Moulin Rouge would be the end of me.'
Someone began to hum again and the bed shifted slightly as another person sat lightly on the edge of the bed. Christian slowly opened his eyes and sat up. The humming gently continued as Christian turned to face the young woman. The hood of her cloak hid her face, Christian leant forward to gently pull it back but the woman jerked away suddenly.
"No.you cannot see my face. To see my face would surely kill you." Christian gazed at the woman in wonder and nodded slowly. He was speechless but not all that scared, it was as if her presence was soothing him into relaxing. ".Why. why did you come back after all these years?"
Christian sighed and looked down at his feet, his shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. "Because I had some unfinished business."
"Well then finish what you left behind and leave. It is for the best."
Christian shook his head. "I can't leave so soon. why do I think I know you?"
The figure suddenly got up and moved away from Christian towards the stairs. "Because you are a fool. your mind plays tricks on you. We have never met and will never meet again." With that the figure quickly left, Christian sat there. He had no urge to run after her, somehow he knew he would meet the woman again whether she wanted to or not. Christian smiled and looked back up at the moon. He knew that whatever happened he would meet that woman again, for some reason he believed it was Satine, perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't but Christian did not care. he just wanted the chance to sort out all those muddled up emotions going on around in his head.
The cloaked woman ran from the Moulin Rouge, gentle sobs escaped from between her lips as she ran through the village of Montemarte. The hood of the cloak feel back to reveal a mass of auburn curls surrounding a pale face and her lips were a pale red. The figure began to cough and cling to her chest, gasping for air the figure stumbled over to a house and banged her hand against the door gently. The door quickly opened and an older more mature woman pulled the coughing woman into her house.
"Oh Marie.its true.he is back! He is back!" The young woman turned to face the older woman of the name Marie. Marie sighed and led the young woman over to a chair and quickly pulled a blanket over her.
"Hush now darling. He will leave. we just have to keep Alexandria away from him. and you must not get yourself so worked up over those situations. I don't want you getting more ill now my little angel. You know what the doctor said. you need to go back to the warmer climates, this wet weather does nothing for your health."
The young woman smiled and nodded her coughing subsiding greatly. Alexandria peered round the door and smiled weakly.
"Mother?? Are you okay?"
"Of course now dearest. Now come tell me all about your day. have you practiced your singing today at all?"
Alexandria nodded and curled up by her mothers feet pulling a little of the blanket around herself and sighing gently. Marie watched them both and left them alone. 'I have to go find that boy. tell him to leave.before the Duke and his henchman finds out.'
Thank you!!! Well that's that chapter all sorted. Until the next one.have fun!
NB: This is an A/U
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; 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. ~*~
Christian sat on the stage of the Moulin Rouge and looked around at the remains of the once magnificent stage. He had been there over an four hours, just sitting there listening and remembering the past that had once allowed the grand hall to be full of exotic colours and amazing dances and filled with the most beautiful songs ever heard by man. A gentle voice broke Christian from his thoughts, a soft and sweet voice that brought back memories of the past.
Christian got down off of the stage and closed his eyes trying to find out where the voice was coming from. The voice seemed to be coming from outside and Christian walked quickly over to the main hall doors and peered out into the darkness. He could see a lot, thankfully, due to the moon and the amount of stars, which lit up the sky that night. A slim figure stood in the elephant, the light dimly outlining the shape of a young woman. Her voice echoed around the Moulin Rouge, it was a sad song that spoke of love and loss.
Christian made his way across the courtyard and over to the hidden steps that led their way up to the room within the elephant. He pushed open the door gently and peered into the room. Suddenly the song stop and there was a gasp. Christian watched as the young woman ran out of the room and up the stairs to the top of the elephant.
"Wait!! Don't go!!!"
Christian ran after the woman and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. He could have sworn she ran up onto the top of the elephant. Christian sighed and lay back on the bed, it creaked and groaned under his weight having not been used for so many years. He closed his eyes and lay there thinking to himself.
'Did I just imagine that voice and that figure. am I really going insane. Father was right the Moulin Rouge would be the end of me.'
Someone began to hum again and the bed shifted slightly as another person sat lightly on the edge of the bed. Christian slowly opened his eyes and sat up. The humming gently continued as Christian turned to face the young woman. The hood of her cloak hid her face, Christian leant forward to gently pull it back but the woman jerked away suddenly.
"No.you cannot see my face. To see my face would surely kill you." Christian gazed at the woman in wonder and nodded slowly. He was speechless but not all that scared, it was as if her presence was soothing him into relaxing. ".Why. why did you come back after all these years?"
Christian sighed and looked down at his feet, his shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. "Because I had some unfinished business."
"Well then finish what you left behind and leave. It is for the best."
Christian shook his head. "I can't leave so soon. why do I think I know you?"
The figure suddenly got up and moved away from Christian towards the stairs. "Because you are a fool. your mind plays tricks on you. We have never met and will never meet again." With that the figure quickly left, Christian sat there. He had no urge to run after her, somehow he knew he would meet the woman again whether she wanted to or not. Christian smiled and looked back up at the moon. He knew that whatever happened he would meet that woman again, for some reason he believed it was Satine, perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't but Christian did not care. he just wanted the chance to sort out all those muddled up emotions going on around in his head.
The cloaked woman ran from the Moulin Rouge, gentle sobs escaped from between her lips as she ran through the village of Montemarte. The hood of the cloak feel back to reveal a mass of auburn curls surrounding a pale face and her lips were a pale red. The figure began to cough and cling to her chest, gasping for air the figure stumbled over to a house and banged her hand against the door gently. The door quickly opened and an older more mature woman pulled the coughing woman into her house.
"Oh Marie.its true.he is back! He is back!" The young woman turned to face the older woman of the name Marie. Marie sighed and led the young woman over to a chair and quickly pulled a blanket over her.
"Hush now darling. He will leave. we just have to keep Alexandria away from him. and you must not get yourself so worked up over those situations. I don't want you getting more ill now my little angel. You know what the doctor said. you need to go back to the warmer climates, this wet weather does nothing for your health."
The young woman smiled and nodded her coughing subsiding greatly. Alexandria peered round the door and smiled weakly.
"Mother?? Are you okay?"
"Of course now dearest. Now come tell me all about your day. have you practiced your singing today at all?"
Alexandria nodded and curled up by her mothers feet pulling a little of the blanket around herself and sighing gently. Marie watched them both and left them alone. 'I have to go find that boy. tell him to leave.before the Duke and his henchman finds out.'
Thank you!!! Well that's that chapter all sorted. Until the next one.have fun!