Disclaimer - I, do not own the rights to the "Sparkling Diamond[s]" of a
movie, "Moulin Rouge" (If I did I would be a genius going by the name of
Baz Luhrmann). I am simply one of the "Children of the Revolution"
(Although one of "Elephant [Melody]" proportions) that writes fanfiction
"Because We Can". "Come What May", but please do not sue me or I will be a
"Sad Hindi Diamond". May this be "Your Song" and may you say "Some Day I'll
Fly Away"! (I do not own the songs used in this story or in the titles of
the chapters either.)
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part XIV: Be Our Guest ~
By: Casidy
Satine sat at her vanity putting the last few pins in her hair when a knock came on her bedroom door. "Come in."
Emily walked in with her arms full of boxes. She laid them down on the bed and said excitedly, "Our dresses just arrived!"
Satine rushed over to the bed excitedly as Emily pulled out the first dress, "Oh Em, it's beautiful! You'll look wonderful." Satine assured.
Emily smiled and pulled out Satine's dress. When they had finished admiring it Emily opened the last box. Ever so gently she pulled it out of the tissue paper and held it up for Satine's inspection.
Satine's wedding dress had been brought up a little to show less cleavage and the collar was now a square shape with the same beading remaining around the edges. Short selves had been added and stopped just below Satine's shoulders. "I think I like it now even more than I did before!" she had been a bit worried that Mrs. Vinway would make her dress prude and stuffy but Satine had nothing to worry about. It was amazing. "Now all we need to do is find you a bridesmaid dress!"
~*~
Emily had converted the entire house into a warm, bright atmosphere. Servants walked around carrying delectable appetizers and champagne flutes on silver trays and candles were spread everywhere. Emily had hired an entire circus group and they were mingling about the house performing.
Satine came down the stairs after the first few guests had arrived and saw Christian mingling with some of the guests and began to walk toward him. Christian had been waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the last half- hour, waiting for Satine. When he saw her coming down he sucked in his breath quickly and adopted a silly grin as he admired her.
"You're beautiful." Christian simply stated when she was finally in front of him.
"Thank you."
~*~
The party was in full swing. The circus performers were twisting themselves into different shapes, doing cartwheels off the stair rail, and miming. There was a dance floor set up in the ballroom in the rear of the house and a string orchestra was playing tunes as couples danced.
The Father was doing his best to enjoy the festivities. Around eleven he stopped the orchestra, "I'd like to make a toast." He said taking a champagne flute from a passing servant, "To my daughter, Emily. If it wasn't her diligent efforts our family's annual New Years party would not have happened this year." When everyone's clapping had stopped The Father continued. "And to my future daughter-in-law, Satine. I was convinced that my son would spend his life wasting away with a can-can dancer." Many laughed at the assumed joke. "I can't describe how happy I am with his choice in a wife." Everyone clapped again, "Happy New Year!" The father said taking a large gulp of his champagne.
After the toast Satine went into the parlor. The doors had been shut and the room was being used to hold the guests' coats. She had barely closed the door when a cold voice came from a dark corner, "Satine."
She turned having thought she was alone. "Hello?" She asked curiously.
The man stood from a chair in the corner and slowly made his way into the light. The light did little to illuminate his face for it was dark and menacing even then. The man continued to walk towards Satine. When he continued to walk towards her not stopping at a respectable distance Satine took a shaky step backwards.
"I can't believe it." Philip said leaning over Satine till she could smell his breath foul from cigars and too much whiskey.
Satine quickly fell into her Sparkling Diamond role, Philip reminding her of any one of the drunken men at the Moulin Rouge.
"You don't recognize me, do you? Well, I'll tell you a little secret," he leaned in ever closer, "I recognize you."
Satine gasped in shock.
Philip smiled, an evil grin showing the jagged edges of his yellowing teeth, "That's right. I know all about the Moulin Rouge and it's – what did they call you? The Sparkling Diamond? I would have never guessed that my brother could land someone like you."
Satine felt a terrified chill run up her spine but she showed no outward signs of it. Wiping her face clear of all emotions she took a few discreet steps back from the man and straightened up to her full height, several inches above him. "I'm afraid, sir, that I have no idea what you are referring to."
Philip let out a cackle, "Don't try and pull that on me! And here I was going to be real nice about it. I was going to let you leave without saying a word to father, oh well. I guess I'll just have to tell him. That is, unless…"
"Unless what?" Satine asked, dreading his ultimate response.
"I could over look this little detail if…" He trailed off suggestively.
"If what?" Satine asked faking innocents.
"If you give me one night with you." He said with a menacing smirk.
Satine closed her eyes in reaction to his cold words. From behind her eyelids tears stung her suddenly tired eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked desperately. She had thought all of her troubles were over, that she and Christian could finally be happy together.
"Doesn't every man desire The Sparkling Diamond? I thought it was your job to make men want you. I would have thought you'd be proud you had done such a good job at it."
"I'll never sleep with you! Never! You're despicable for propositioning me!"
"Ohh, feisty too! I'll really enjoy this!" He said, once again stepping close to her. He boldly grabbed her from around the waist and she tried to push him away with all her might. "Surely someone as experienced as you can't be satisfied with a young, idealistic, dreamer such as my brother."
"Let go of me!" Satine yelled as she hopelessly tried to push him away from her.
"Let go of her right now!" Boomed a voice from the doorway.
Philip's hands dropped suddenly, surprised at someone finding him.
"Christian!" Satine cried running over to him. She fell into his arms and he wrapped them protectively around her, attempting to hold anything at bay that might hurt her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Christian yelled, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
Philip regained his cool, relieved that it was only his little brother, "I was simply giving your little whore an ultimatum."
Christian let go of Satine and walked up to his brother. "Don't EVER call her that!" He said clenching his fists.
Philip laughed, "I was simply giving her an ultimatum. Either she sleeps with me and I don't tell father who she really is, or she doesn't and I do. Father would never let the two of you get married then."
"We don't need father's approval. I'm marrying Satine even if he does disapprove."
"Maybe so, but how do you expect to support her without your inheritance? I'm sure your diamond has expensive taste. She's never stay with a penniless poet, Chris."
"That's not true!" Satine objected. Christian stepped in front of her again, protecting her.
"Besides," Philip continued "He'd never let you near Emily. What do you think about that, hmm? Never see our dear little sister again? Think about my offer. I'll give you one week to decide. If you don't give me an answer by then I'll tell father all about her." Philip looked Satine up and down once more before walking out the door and back to the party.
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part XIV: Be Our Guest ~
By: Casidy
Satine sat at her vanity putting the last few pins in her hair when a knock came on her bedroom door. "Come in."
Emily walked in with her arms full of boxes. She laid them down on the bed and said excitedly, "Our dresses just arrived!"
Satine rushed over to the bed excitedly as Emily pulled out the first dress, "Oh Em, it's beautiful! You'll look wonderful." Satine assured.
Emily smiled and pulled out Satine's dress. When they had finished admiring it Emily opened the last box. Ever so gently she pulled it out of the tissue paper and held it up for Satine's inspection.
Satine's wedding dress had been brought up a little to show less cleavage and the collar was now a square shape with the same beading remaining around the edges. Short selves had been added and stopped just below Satine's shoulders. "I think I like it now even more than I did before!" she had been a bit worried that Mrs. Vinway would make her dress prude and stuffy but Satine had nothing to worry about. It was amazing. "Now all we need to do is find you a bridesmaid dress!"
~*~
Emily had converted the entire house into a warm, bright atmosphere. Servants walked around carrying delectable appetizers and champagne flutes on silver trays and candles were spread everywhere. Emily had hired an entire circus group and they were mingling about the house performing.
Satine came down the stairs after the first few guests had arrived and saw Christian mingling with some of the guests and began to walk toward him. Christian had been waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the last half- hour, waiting for Satine. When he saw her coming down he sucked in his breath quickly and adopted a silly grin as he admired her.
"You're beautiful." Christian simply stated when she was finally in front of him.
"Thank you."
~*~
The party was in full swing. The circus performers were twisting themselves into different shapes, doing cartwheels off the stair rail, and miming. There was a dance floor set up in the ballroom in the rear of the house and a string orchestra was playing tunes as couples danced.
The Father was doing his best to enjoy the festivities. Around eleven he stopped the orchestra, "I'd like to make a toast." He said taking a champagne flute from a passing servant, "To my daughter, Emily. If it wasn't her diligent efforts our family's annual New Years party would not have happened this year." When everyone's clapping had stopped The Father continued. "And to my future daughter-in-law, Satine. I was convinced that my son would spend his life wasting away with a can-can dancer." Many laughed at the assumed joke. "I can't describe how happy I am with his choice in a wife." Everyone clapped again, "Happy New Year!" The father said taking a large gulp of his champagne.
After the toast Satine went into the parlor. The doors had been shut and the room was being used to hold the guests' coats. She had barely closed the door when a cold voice came from a dark corner, "Satine."
She turned having thought she was alone. "Hello?" She asked curiously.
The man stood from a chair in the corner and slowly made his way into the light. The light did little to illuminate his face for it was dark and menacing even then. The man continued to walk towards Satine. When he continued to walk towards her not stopping at a respectable distance Satine took a shaky step backwards.
"I can't believe it." Philip said leaning over Satine till she could smell his breath foul from cigars and too much whiskey.
Satine quickly fell into her Sparkling Diamond role, Philip reminding her of any one of the drunken men at the Moulin Rouge.
"You don't recognize me, do you? Well, I'll tell you a little secret," he leaned in ever closer, "I recognize you."
Satine gasped in shock.
Philip smiled, an evil grin showing the jagged edges of his yellowing teeth, "That's right. I know all about the Moulin Rouge and it's – what did they call you? The Sparkling Diamond? I would have never guessed that my brother could land someone like you."
Satine felt a terrified chill run up her spine but she showed no outward signs of it. Wiping her face clear of all emotions she took a few discreet steps back from the man and straightened up to her full height, several inches above him. "I'm afraid, sir, that I have no idea what you are referring to."
Philip let out a cackle, "Don't try and pull that on me! And here I was going to be real nice about it. I was going to let you leave without saying a word to father, oh well. I guess I'll just have to tell him. That is, unless…"
"Unless what?" Satine asked, dreading his ultimate response.
"I could over look this little detail if…" He trailed off suggestively.
"If what?" Satine asked faking innocents.
"If you give me one night with you." He said with a menacing smirk.
Satine closed her eyes in reaction to his cold words. From behind her eyelids tears stung her suddenly tired eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked desperately. She had thought all of her troubles were over, that she and Christian could finally be happy together.
"Doesn't every man desire The Sparkling Diamond? I thought it was your job to make men want you. I would have thought you'd be proud you had done such a good job at it."
"I'll never sleep with you! Never! You're despicable for propositioning me!"
"Ohh, feisty too! I'll really enjoy this!" He said, once again stepping close to her. He boldly grabbed her from around the waist and she tried to push him away with all her might. "Surely someone as experienced as you can't be satisfied with a young, idealistic, dreamer such as my brother."
"Let go of me!" Satine yelled as she hopelessly tried to push him away from her.
"Let go of her right now!" Boomed a voice from the doorway.
Philip's hands dropped suddenly, surprised at someone finding him.
"Christian!" Satine cried running over to him. She fell into his arms and he wrapped them protectively around her, attempting to hold anything at bay that might hurt her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Christian yelled, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
Philip regained his cool, relieved that it was only his little brother, "I was simply giving your little whore an ultimatum."
Christian let go of Satine and walked up to his brother. "Don't EVER call her that!" He said clenching his fists.
Philip laughed, "I was simply giving her an ultimatum. Either she sleeps with me and I don't tell father who she really is, or she doesn't and I do. Father would never let the two of you get married then."
"We don't need father's approval. I'm marrying Satine even if he does disapprove."
"Maybe so, but how do you expect to support her without your inheritance? I'm sure your diamond has expensive taste. She's never stay with a penniless poet, Chris."
"That's not true!" Satine objected. Christian stepped in front of her again, protecting her.
"Besides," Philip continued "He'd never let you near Emily. What do you think about that, hmm? Never see our dear little sister again? Think about my offer. I'll give you one week to decide. If you don't give me an answer by then I'll tell father all about her." Philip looked Satine up and down once more before walking out the door and back to the party.