A/N: Thanks to Denise, Tani, Charmed Angel, Rouge Chick, Crazy Monkey, and
Crazy For Ew! You Guys rock!
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Satine walked slowly to the Dukes' Manor, She was inventing some excuse as to why Natalie didn't come back with her, as she told the duke Natalie would be living with them. Satine opened the door and removed her coat. The duke rushed up to her, kissing her hand. "My dear, where is Natalie?" he queried, seeing she was alone.
"Uh, she wasn't there." Satine mumbled.
"Most alarming. I Hope she did get out of France safely, who knows what she could be doing..." The Duke mumbled, kissing her arm.
Later, Satine felt pathetic. She had left Christian for the Duke, a man who reminded her of a malnourished rat. She felt dirty, like she needed a bath. And so she walked upstairs and drowned her worries in a bottle of wine and a bath. (She didn't drown though, I promise!) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Natalie caught up to Christian. "Christian, I'm so sorry." She said. "I-I can't believe she would do something like that."
"I love her and she abandoned me for The Duke." Christian said, collapsing into the snow.
"She didn't abandon you. The Duke, in a certain light, kidnapped her. Christian, I bet she wouldn't even have done that if she woke up and was still At the Moulin Rouge."
"Maybe. Come on, let's go home. I need something to drink."
Natalie helped him out of the snow and they walked home. She poured him a glass of Absinthe and left him alone in his parlor. Natalie walked into the kitchen where Sheleigh was washing dishes.
"May I help?" Natalie asked.
"Of course, Little Natalie." Sheleigh had brown curls that formed a frame around her face. She was from Ireland, and spoke with a light accent. She looked young, young and pretty enough to be working at The Moulin Rouge.
The soft clinking dish was soon heard as they started scrubbing a rather difficult pot. "Was Christian always this miserable?" Natalie asked as she rinsed a pot.
"Why, no miss. Me mother is his fathers' maid, and when Christian came back to London, He hired me to be his. We grew up together. He used to be quite cheerful. But he's changed, ever since that harlot broke his heart."
Natalie said nothing about "The harlot" being her sister.
That night, as Natalie made her bed in the Lounge, Christian stumbled in to say goodnight. He was walking rather crookedly and smelled strongly of Absinthe.
"Goodnight Natalie," he said. It was amazing his speech wasn't slurred. "I j-just wanted you to know that if you ever need a home, this will be it." He kissed Natalie on the forehead and stumbled out of the room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 2 weeks later.
A few days after the meeting between the two ex-lovers, Christian had become a hard drunk. He drank up to two bottles of the Green Liquor a day. The 5th day after this, Natalie stormed into the parlor, took away the bottle of Absinthe Christian had in his hand and threw it out the window. Christian at first looked furious, and then he broke down into tears.
Natalie and Sheleigh had a chore scrubbing the scent of alcohol out of the carpet while Christian "Recovered." A week after he had been sober, to celebrate, he took Natalie to The ballet Othello.
Satine and The Duke were there too.
When Othello killed himself at the end, and after the Standing Ovation, the theater started to empty. Christian and Natalie were laughing at a joke as they entered the lobby. The duke, Warner, and Satine were straight across from them. Christian froze still as stone as he saw the Duke. The Duke saw Christian.
"Him!" He snarled. "Warner.Get him!"
"Oh my god. Natalie, we have to run. Fast." Christian said. "Go!"
Natalie and Christian ducked and swerved through the crowd and made it to the doors. They shoved them open as Warner trailed them, hot on their trail. Natalie and Christian dashed across the street, almost getting run over. Q Warner whipped out his gun and aimed as Natalie and Christian ducked in an alley. A gunshot rang in the silence, barely missing Christians' head. "Down here Natalie!" He said as he ducked and went down another street. Warner followed right behind them. Christian swung Natalie around a corner just as Warner fired another shot. It hit Christian in the chest. Christian gave a gasp of surprise and collapsed into the snow, staining it red. Warner smirked and headed back to the theater.
"Christian!" Natalie cried. She ran forward and fell to her knees. She pulled Christian up and hugged him to her chest, trying to keep him warm and stop the bleeding at the same time. "Christian, don't die on me now." She whispered. Natalie silently prayed he would be all right as she hugged him to her chest, his blood running down her front. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Warner walked into the theatre, calm and cool. "Is it done?" the duke asked.
"Done."
Satine gasped and a lone tear, like a small diamond, fell from her eye. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Uh oh spaghettio. Will Christian live long enough to hopefully get back with Satine? How can Natalie get help and keep Christian alive at the same time? I'll update soon, I promise! If I don't, you can break my thumbs!
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Satine walked slowly to the Dukes' Manor, She was inventing some excuse as to why Natalie didn't come back with her, as she told the duke Natalie would be living with them. Satine opened the door and removed her coat. The duke rushed up to her, kissing her hand. "My dear, where is Natalie?" he queried, seeing she was alone.
"Uh, she wasn't there." Satine mumbled.
"Most alarming. I Hope she did get out of France safely, who knows what she could be doing..." The Duke mumbled, kissing her arm.
Later, Satine felt pathetic. She had left Christian for the Duke, a man who reminded her of a malnourished rat. She felt dirty, like she needed a bath. And so she walked upstairs and drowned her worries in a bottle of wine and a bath. (She didn't drown though, I promise!) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Natalie caught up to Christian. "Christian, I'm so sorry." She said. "I-I can't believe she would do something like that."
"I love her and she abandoned me for The Duke." Christian said, collapsing into the snow.
"She didn't abandon you. The Duke, in a certain light, kidnapped her. Christian, I bet she wouldn't even have done that if she woke up and was still At the Moulin Rouge."
"Maybe. Come on, let's go home. I need something to drink."
Natalie helped him out of the snow and they walked home. She poured him a glass of Absinthe and left him alone in his parlor. Natalie walked into the kitchen where Sheleigh was washing dishes.
"May I help?" Natalie asked.
"Of course, Little Natalie." Sheleigh had brown curls that formed a frame around her face. She was from Ireland, and spoke with a light accent. She looked young, young and pretty enough to be working at The Moulin Rouge.
The soft clinking dish was soon heard as they started scrubbing a rather difficult pot. "Was Christian always this miserable?" Natalie asked as she rinsed a pot.
"Why, no miss. Me mother is his fathers' maid, and when Christian came back to London, He hired me to be his. We grew up together. He used to be quite cheerful. But he's changed, ever since that harlot broke his heart."
Natalie said nothing about "The harlot" being her sister.
That night, as Natalie made her bed in the Lounge, Christian stumbled in to say goodnight. He was walking rather crookedly and smelled strongly of Absinthe.
"Goodnight Natalie," he said. It was amazing his speech wasn't slurred. "I j-just wanted you to know that if you ever need a home, this will be it." He kissed Natalie on the forehead and stumbled out of the room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 2 weeks later.
A few days after the meeting between the two ex-lovers, Christian had become a hard drunk. He drank up to two bottles of the Green Liquor a day. The 5th day after this, Natalie stormed into the parlor, took away the bottle of Absinthe Christian had in his hand and threw it out the window. Christian at first looked furious, and then he broke down into tears.
Natalie and Sheleigh had a chore scrubbing the scent of alcohol out of the carpet while Christian "Recovered." A week after he had been sober, to celebrate, he took Natalie to The ballet Othello.
Satine and The Duke were there too.
When Othello killed himself at the end, and after the Standing Ovation, the theater started to empty. Christian and Natalie were laughing at a joke as they entered the lobby. The duke, Warner, and Satine were straight across from them. Christian froze still as stone as he saw the Duke. The Duke saw Christian.
"Him!" He snarled. "Warner.Get him!"
"Oh my god. Natalie, we have to run. Fast." Christian said. "Go!"
Natalie and Christian ducked and swerved through the crowd and made it to the doors. They shoved them open as Warner trailed them, hot on their trail. Natalie and Christian dashed across the street, almost getting run over. Q Warner whipped out his gun and aimed as Natalie and Christian ducked in an alley. A gunshot rang in the silence, barely missing Christians' head. "Down here Natalie!" He said as he ducked and went down another street. Warner followed right behind them. Christian swung Natalie around a corner just as Warner fired another shot. It hit Christian in the chest. Christian gave a gasp of surprise and collapsed into the snow, staining it red. Warner smirked and headed back to the theater.
"Christian!" Natalie cried. She ran forward and fell to her knees. She pulled Christian up and hugged him to her chest, trying to keep him warm and stop the bleeding at the same time. "Christian, don't die on me now." She whispered. Natalie silently prayed he would be all right as she hugged him to her chest, his blood running down her front. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Warner walked into the theatre, calm and cool. "Is it done?" the duke asked.
"Done."
Satine gasped and a lone tear, like a small diamond, fell from her eye. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Uh oh spaghettio. Will Christian live long enough to hopefully get back with Satine? How can Natalie get help and keep Christian alive at the same time? I'll update soon, I promise! If I don't, you can break my thumbs!
