A/N: In my stupidity of writing very fast on the first chapter, I forgot to have Natalie and Christian introduce themselves. I'm going to pretend they did. I am also changing Natalie's age to 14. I thought I made her too old.

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Satine sat in the gloomy dining room of the duke's manor; sipping some tea and reading Come What May. She started crying as she read the last lines."..A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But, above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End."
Satine closed the book and wiped away her tears. "No use smiling, girl. You will probably never see him again." She put away the book and called the maid to her. "Mary, where is the post?" she asked, her tone icy.

"I'll get it, milady." Mary said, curtsying. She returned a few minutes later with some letters.
Satine sorted through them until she found one in Natalie's handwriting. She ripped open the top and read the letter:

Dear Satine,
I am here, in England. It is beautiful, and the air is not as horrid as back home in France. I am most eager to meet you. Can you please meet me November 14 in the park nearest Buckingham Palace? I will be waiting there at noon.

With Love,

Natalie.

Satine smiled. At least, since Natalie was going to live with her and the duke, Satine would have some happiness. She folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. "Tomorrow will be a good day. Both for Natalie and I." she thought. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Next Day

Christian had bought Natalie a new dress and some clothes since her last one was ripped by the men. Christian also made her take a bath. They were waiting in the park around 11:30 in the cold, fresh snow.
"So, when did your mother pass away?" Christian asked, trying to make conversation.
"When I was 8. The reason Satine went to the Moulin Rouge was so I could go to school and learn to read and write. I didn't make it to her "funeral" because I was in a school in North France. When I finally made it to the Moulin Rouge, Harold had a letter from Satine to give me. She told me she really wasn't dead and that she was in England with a duke she met at the Moulin Rouge. She also had some money in the letter, enough to buy me a ferry ride to England. I arrived 3 weeks ago."
They waited the rest of the time in silence. Soon, they heard footsteps. Satine was walking towards them, cloaked in black. "Natalie!" Satine said and ran towards her. She hugged her tightly and then looked up at Christian.

"Hello, Satine." Christian said. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Christian." Satine whimpered pitifully. "Christian, it's really you! I read your book. It's perfect, it tells the whole story. Right down to the last lines."
""A Love That Will Live Forever?" Apparently, you didn't honor those words as much and I did, Satine. How-how could you? Why did you fake your death? Why did you leave me in Montmarte Heartbroken and alone? Why?" Rage was building up inside of Christian. He wanted answers to why she broke his heart.
"I-uh, passed out from the consumption. It only made me seem dead. When I awoke, I was on a boat headed to England, the duke by my bed. He-he said you had killed yourself and that He was going to take care of me. At first I rejected, but he said that he would gladly kill me if I didn't come with him. That is why, Christian."
"How-how could you? DO YOU KNOW THE FUCKING HELL I HAVE BEEN IN SINCE THAT NIGHT?! I did try to kill myself; I would take a gun and put it in my mouth, my finger tightening on the trigger. But I would always pull it out, because I had a promise to fulfill to you. TO YOU! THE LITTLE FRENCH WHORE LIVING WITH HER SWEET, FROG OF A DUKE! When I wrote Come What May I thought it would mean something to you. It obviously didn't. Goodbye, Satine." Christian turned and walked away, trembling with rage.
"Christian I love you." Satine sobbed.
Christian didn't turn around, but he said. "Mortal love is but the licking of honey from thorns. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."
Satine wiped away her tears. "Come, Natalie. We better get going."
"No, Satine. Even when you started working at the Moulin Rouge, I never thought of you as a whore. But now I do. You broke Christian's heart and put him in a living hell. He doesn't deserve you. He deserves Calypso, Aphrodite, or Venus. Goodbye, Jezebel." Natalie turned and followed Christian. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Oohh! Tensions arise! What will happen next time? (This sound like a TV show.) Anyway, thank you to All My reviewers! If you have any suggestions, please go ahead and post them! Thanks again! nex