Author's Note:If you're thinking i'm the 1st half of Bohemian Diamonds, I'm not. I'm the second half, just to let you know.
This is my first Christian/Satine fic and review help. So pleeeeeze R+R.
Disclaimer: I owe nothing.
Christian's P.O.V.
'Ever since I've reached London, I could still feel my lively Bohemian spirit beam through my face as I thought of Satine. Now,
the wonderful feeling is starting to fade. Time has stopped and her beautiful face is starting to disapear in my mind.The voice of a thousand angels is
getting softer. If I can't remember her,will I still go on? Something inside me wants to turn back but,how could I? After leaving the
Moulin Rouge, I shouldn't have reason to go back. If I do, I'll be killed. What was I afraid of anyway? The Duke? The dreaded beast
of the Moulin Rouge? How could I be?'
Satine's P.O.V
'He's been gone for three days now. I haven't a clue where he's been. The warm feelings we once shared are no longer present. The diamond lights that
shine in his eyes are burned out and quiet. Life can be so cruel. I don;t know what to do. Has he run in fear? Has he gone mad?'
My thoughts were interupted by a knock on my bedroom door.
"Poppet? Poppet, are you in there?" Harold called.
" Yes Harold, come in."
The door flew open to reveal Harold Zidler,the owner of the Moulin Rouge.
"Practice starts in ten minutes. You'd best be ready."
"Yes,yes Harold I know."
" Oh ,and before I forget, the duke is waiting for you."
" The duke?............ Harold ! I can't see the duke! Not now!"
" Relax Poppet! It's only tonight and the writer hasn't been seen for three days. Remember? Hurry and get ready. You don't to be late." he said before closing the
door.
"but what if he comes back?"
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Rehearsal: The stage was set. my diamond laced gown floated across the floor as shiny as can be.' He'll come back.. I know he will.' I thought willingly.
The dressing room was packed. Bohemians and can-can dancers were all ready for the opening scene. the lights were turned on. I only fear of who waits for me in in the audience.
The gleam in my eyes vanished when Nini,bitch queen of the withches walked in my direction.
"Oh, what's the matta luv? I'm sure the duke will be pleased with the spunk you em tonight." she growled in her usual threatening tone of voice.
Toulouse pushed in from behind me and gave her a look of warning.
You're no Ciny Crawford yerself missy, so why don't you just leave Miss Satine alone. She's got enough to worry about already without you adding to it." he stampered politely
before strolling off .
Nini glanced back over in my direction.
"oh.....well..............now Shakespeare's gone missing has he?"
A devastating look spread across my face as she halted in front of me.
"Don't worry Juliet. I'm sure he'll come back,"
The Argentinian tool her by te waist and started madly kissing down her neck.
"if he's not lying dead in a ditch somewhere." she burst out laughing as the two backed away.
That was it . I couldn't stand it anymore.
This is my first Christian/Satine fic and review help. So pleeeeeze R+R.
Disclaimer: I owe nothing.
Christian's P.O.V.
'Ever since I've reached London, I could still feel my lively Bohemian spirit beam through my face as I thought of Satine. Now,
the wonderful feeling is starting to fade. Time has stopped and her beautiful face is starting to disapear in my mind.The voice of a thousand angels is
getting softer. If I can't remember her,will I still go on? Something inside me wants to turn back but,how could I? After leaving the
Moulin Rouge, I shouldn't have reason to go back. If I do, I'll be killed. What was I afraid of anyway? The Duke? The dreaded beast
of the Moulin Rouge? How could I be?'
Satine's P.O.V
'He's been gone for three days now. I haven't a clue where he's been. The warm feelings we once shared are no longer present. The diamond lights that
shine in his eyes are burned out and quiet. Life can be so cruel. I don;t know what to do. Has he run in fear? Has he gone mad?'
My thoughts were interupted by a knock on my bedroom door.
"Poppet? Poppet, are you in there?" Harold called.
" Yes Harold, come in."
The door flew open to reveal Harold Zidler,the owner of the Moulin Rouge.
"Practice starts in ten minutes. You'd best be ready."
"Yes,yes Harold I know."
" Oh ,and before I forget, the duke is waiting for you."
" The duke?............ Harold ! I can't see the duke! Not now!"
" Relax Poppet! It's only tonight and the writer hasn't been seen for three days. Remember? Hurry and get ready. You don't to be late." he said before closing the
door.
"but what if he comes back?"
********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
Rehearsal: The stage was set. my diamond laced gown floated across the floor as shiny as can be.' He'll come back.. I know he will.' I thought willingly.
The dressing room was packed. Bohemians and can-can dancers were all ready for the opening scene. the lights were turned on. I only fear of who waits for me in in the audience.
The gleam in my eyes vanished when Nini,bitch queen of the withches walked in my direction.
"Oh, what's the matta luv? I'm sure the duke will be pleased with the spunk you em tonight." she growled in her usual threatening tone of voice.
Toulouse pushed in from behind me and gave her a look of warning.
You're no Ciny Crawford yerself missy, so why don't you just leave Miss Satine alone. She's got enough to worry about already without you adding to it." he stampered politely
before strolling off .
Nini glanced back over in my direction.
"oh.....well..............now Shakespeare's gone missing has he?"
A devastating look spread across my face as she halted in front of me.
"Don't worry Juliet. I'm sure he'll come back,"
The Argentinian tool her by te waist and started madly kissing down her neck.
"if he's not lying dead in a ditch somewhere." she burst out laughing as the two backed away.
That was it . I couldn't stand it anymore.
