*A/N* Part of the song, The Show Must Go On was used at the end. Sorry
about the really slow update, I had no ideas. Enjoy :)
"Where are we going?" Satine asked softly as Harold and Chocolat piled her luggage on the carriage.
Harold spoke hastily, as if someone were after them, "Somewhere safe."
Satine's hand reached out to her side and found Christian's. She looked up and smiled at him, trying to reassure both of them. He managed a small, nervous laugh and clasped her hand tighter.
It was the dead of the night; even the Children of the Underworld were asleep now. Harold had roused the lovers from sleep a few moments before and had ordered them to dress. Confused and still very much asleep, they didn't object but wondered what in the bloody Hell Harold was up to. They soon found their possessions packed and ready to go.
Satine looked in the driver's seat and found it empty. She frowned, perplexed. "Who will take us?"
"Chocolat." Harold's voice was filled with urgency, and Satine thought it best to ask no more questions. "Go on," he ushered them inside and hopped in beside them.
"We're taking you somewhere secret. No one knows about this but the two of us, not even Marie."
Satine began to protest but Harold raised his hand in a shushing motion. "Let me finish."
The carriage began to move forward. Harold's eyes darted to the window several times during his speech. "You will hide there until the duke leaves Montmartre. I will have someone fetch you when he does. You will have food and drink brought to you. You are not to leave that place until I have sent for you is that clear?" He stressed the last three words, looking directly at Satine.
"I feel like a prisoner..." she mumbled.
"Nevertheless, you will stay in hiding if you care for your life, and Christian's, is that clear?" Harold repeated, his voice slowly become more and more of a whisper since he began to speak.
"Harold," Satine matched his tone, "why are you whispering?" He didn't answer, but his eyes darted to the window once more. "You don't honestly think he can hear us?!"
"It's for your safety. Promise me you won't leave the-" Satine rolled her eyes and lay on Christian's lap, cuddling onto him. "This is madness," she mumbled sleepily.
Harold took her comment as an affirmation and looked over at Christian. He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left, and he looked rather pale and shaky. Harold patted him on the shoulder and proceeded to look out the window. Soon, Satine could be heard snoring softly.
"She's going to die, isn't she?" Harold looked at Christian in surprise. "You're hiding us from the duke so she can die in peace. You don't think she'll live."
Harold suddenly took a great interest in his feet as he tried to think of an answer to appease Christian's fears. But there were no words, not the right ones to say he was sorry.
"I don't want her to die," Christian said, his voice breaking slightly. He held her protectively, as if his arms could shield her from death.
The carriage stopped abruptly. Satine awoke with a start and groaned. She sat up slowly and pressed her forehead in his neck. "Do we have to go..." She looked up at him and smile, but it faded quickly when she saw his tear- filled eyes. "What's wrong?"
"You have a fever." Christian touched her cheek and neck, worry beginning to show on his handsome face.
"You're hands are just cold," she mumbled groggily, even thought her head felt like it was about to burst. Her eyes kept involuntarily closing.
He shook his head. "No..."
Harold led them to a small cabin-like shack hidden in the trees, Christian helping Satine walk. She coughed violently a few times but forced her eyes to stay focused; Christian was worried enough without her having to faint.
Harold opened the door slowly. It creaked and groaned, and a musty smell escaped from inside. It was a very small room, only big enough to fit a bed with a small round table in a dusty corner. Christian lay Satine on the bed. She protested that she felt fine, and he needn't worry, but she couldn't find the energy to sit up. She gave up, coughing deeply a few times before rolling over and falling asleep instantly.
"Do you think she'll make it through the night?" Christian asked fearfully, not actually wanting to know the answer. Chocolat, who was bringing in the luggage stopped on his tracks.
"I'm no doctor, Christian."
Chocolat removed his hat and said, "her soul will never leave you."
Christian nodded dumbly and sat down beside Satine. He stroked her hair and kissed her burning forehead.
"Today's the day, when dreaming ends..."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Where are we going?" Satine asked softly as Harold and Chocolat piled her luggage on the carriage.
Harold spoke hastily, as if someone were after them, "Somewhere safe."
Satine's hand reached out to her side and found Christian's. She looked up and smiled at him, trying to reassure both of them. He managed a small, nervous laugh and clasped her hand tighter.
It was the dead of the night; even the Children of the Underworld were asleep now. Harold had roused the lovers from sleep a few moments before and had ordered them to dress. Confused and still very much asleep, they didn't object but wondered what in the bloody Hell Harold was up to. They soon found their possessions packed and ready to go.
Satine looked in the driver's seat and found it empty. She frowned, perplexed. "Who will take us?"
"Chocolat." Harold's voice was filled with urgency, and Satine thought it best to ask no more questions. "Go on," he ushered them inside and hopped in beside them.
"We're taking you somewhere secret. No one knows about this but the two of us, not even Marie."
Satine began to protest but Harold raised his hand in a shushing motion. "Let me finish."
The carriage began to move forward. Harold's eyes darted to the window several times during his speech. "You will hide there until the duke leaves Montmartre. I will have someone fetch you when he does. You will have food and drink brought to you. You are not to leave that place until I have sent for you is that clear?" He stressed the last three words, looking directly at Satine.
"I feel like a prisoner..." she mumbled.
"Nevertheless, you will stay in hiding if you care for your life, and Christian's, is that clear?" Harold repeated, his voice slowly become more and more of a whisper since he began to speak.
"Harold," Satine matched his tone, "why are you whispering?" He didn't answer, but his eyes darted to the window once more. "You don't honestly think he can hear us?!"
"It's for your safety. Promise me you won't leave the-" Satine rolled her eyes and lay on Christian's lap, cuddling onto him. "This is madness," she mumbled sleepily.
Harold took her comment as an affirmation and looked over at Christian. He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left, and he looked rather pale and shaky. Harold patted him on the shoulder and proceeded to look out the window. Soon, Satine could be heard snoring softly.
"She's going to die, isn't she?" Harold looked at Christian in surprise. "You're hiding us from the duke so she can die in peace. You don't think she'll live."
Harold suddenly took a great interest in his feet as he tried to think of an answer to appease Christian's fears. But there were no words, not the right ones to say he was sorry.
"I don't want her to die," Christian said, his voice breaking slightly. He held her protectively, as if his arms could shield her from death.
The carriage stopped abruptly. Satine awoke with a start and groaned. She sat up slowly and pressed her forehead in his neck. "Do we have to go..." She looked up at him and smile, but it faded quickly when she saw his tear- filled eyes. "What's wrong?"
"You have a fever." Christian touched her cheek and neck, worry beginning to show on his handsome face.
"You're hands are just cold," she mumbled groggily, even thought her head felt like it was about to burst. Her eyes kept involuntarily closing.
He shook his head. "No..."
Harold led them to a small cabin-like shack hidden in the trees, Christian helping Satine walk. She coughed violently a few times but forced her eyes to stay focused; Christian was worried enough without her having to faint.
Harold opened the door slowly. It creaked and groaned, and a musty smell escaped from inside. It was a very small room, only big enough to fit a bed with a small round table in a dusty corner. Christian lay Satine on the bed. She protested that she felt fine, and he needn't worry, but she couldn't find the energy to sit up. She gave up, coughing deeply a few times before rolling over and falling asleep instantly.
"Do you think she'll make it through the night?" Christian asked fearfully, not actually wanting to know the answer. Chocolat, who was bringing in the luggage stopped on his tracks.
"I'm no doctor, Christian."
Chocolat removed his hat and said, "her soul will never leave you."
Christian nodded dumbly and sat down beside Satine. He stroked her hair and kissed her burning forehead.
"Today's the day, when dreaming ends..."
TO BE CONTINUED