The Spirit of True Love
She was dead. Christian now had to deal with it sooner than he wanted to. That one shot was the moment that he never thought would happen. But, it had and he had to cope.
He sat on the floor with a bottle of Whiskey and a lump in his throat. He took a shot of Whiskey and took a drag from the cigarette he was playing with in his hand. He breathed slowly and a tear went down his red face. He couldn't take being alone, but he didn't want to be with anyone. A knock came upon his door.
" No one's home" he yelled at the person on the other side.
" Are you sure?" a familiar voice said to Christian. He remembered the voice and as a shot rang out and the door was busted down, it all came together. In through the door came a big oaf and then THE DUKE. Christian couldn't believe that the Duke came back to Monmarte.
" Hello, remember me?" he said and then Christian got up, ready to kill the Duke. He got closer to the Duke and picked up his whiskey bottle and grasped it in a killing mode. The big oaf anticipated this and stood in front of the Duke. Christian threw down the bottle.
" Is violence the answer?" The Duke asked.
" It's funny that you're the one who's asking that" Christian answered. The Duke smiled. He seemed happy. He probably got another hotel or whorehouse in his name. Christian looked at the big oaf.
" He doesn't look like the other one." Christian said.
" Yes, that's because he's.not. The other one, what's his name, is no longer.in my service. He made one too many mistakes.
" Oh" Christian said and continued to look at the guard. The guard was about 6'10" and about 300 pounds. A monolith and he looked very powerful.
" Spencer.please leave the room. I have to talk business with Christian" The Duke said. He winked at Christian and Spencer left the room. The Duke was waiting to hear the door click before he did anything. He looked at Christian.
" You look good" he said.
" Thank you" Christian said and looked at The Duke curiously. Christian eyed the bottle again and started to go for it.
" I must say that I've wanted to see you again for sometime, especially after the accident. But, you were in the whole suicidal thing and I didn't want to interrupt you." The Duke.
" It's okay" Christian said as he went for the bottle. He turned his back and went for the bottle and when he turned around the Duke planted a big kiss on his lips. Christian went back and spit out the evil love.
" What's wrong? I don't kiss like I used to?" The Duke said. Christian looked at him strangely.
" Used to?" Christian wondered.
The Duke hit his head.
" Damn, I'm sorry" he said and hit the back of his head with his hand and looked at Christian again.
" Hello, Christian" he said, only in a different voice. He sounded like Satine.
She was dead. Christian now had to deal with it sooner than he wanted to. That one shot was the moment that he never thought would happen. But, it had and he had to cope.
He sat on the floor with a bottle of Whiskey and a lump in his throat. He took a shot of Whiskey and took a drag from the cigarette he was playing with in his hand. He breathed slowly and a tear went down his red face. He couldn't take being alone, but he didn't want to be with anyone. A knock came upon his door.
" No one's home" he yelled at the person on the other side.
" Are you sure?" a familiar voice said to Christian. He remembered the voice and as a shot rang out and the door was busted down, it all came together. In through the door came a big oaf and then THE DUKE. Christian couldn't believe that the Duke came back to Monmarte.
" Hello, remember me?" he said and then Christian got up, ready to kill the Duke. He got closer to the Duke and picked up his whiskey bottle and grasped it in a killing mode. The big oaf anticipated this and stood in front of the Duke. Christian threw down the bottle.
" Is violence the answer?" The Duke asked.
" It's funny that you're the one who's asking that" Christian answered. The Duke smiled. He seemed happy. He probably got another hotel or whorehouse in his name. Christian looked at the big oaf.
" He doesn't look like the other one." Christian said.
" Yes, that's because he's.not. The other one, what's his name, is no longer.in my service. He made one too many mistakes.
" Oh" Christian said and continued to look at the guard. The guard was about 6'10" and about 300 pounds. A monolith and he looked very powerful.
" Spencer.please leave the room. I have to talk business with Christian" The Duke said. He winked at Christian and Spencer left the room. The Duke was waiting to hear the door click before he did anything. He looked at Christian.
" You look good" he said.
" Thank you" Christian said and looked at The Duke curiously. Christian eyed the bottle again and started to go for it.
" I must say that I've wanted to see you again for sometime, especially after the accident. But, you were in the whole suicidal thing and I didn't want to interrupt you." The Duke.
" It's okay" Christian said as he went for the bottle. He turned his back and went for the bottle and when he turned around the Duke planted a big kiss on his lips. Christian went back and spit out the evil love.
" What's wrong? I don't kiss like I used to?" The Duke said. Christian looked at him strangely.
" Used to?" Christian wondered.
The Duke hit his head.
" Damn, I'm sorry" he said and hit the back of his head with his hand and looked at Christian again.
" Hello, Christian" he said, only in a different voice. He sounded like Satine.