A/N: Thank you to: Charmed Angel, Tani and Hindi Sad diamonds!

Disclaimer: Still don't own it. If I did, I'd make this or Tanis' story into movies!! And we could see more of Ewan as Christian! *Drools on keyboard, and it starts to shoot sparks* Not again!!!!

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            Christian helped Satine out of the carriage. He paid the driver and they walked inside. "We had a good time, didn't we?" He asked Satine as he took out his key.

            "Any time is good with you, Christian." Satine whispered in his ear.

            Christian smiled as he went to stick his key in the door, but the door creaked open. Apparently, someone didn't shut it tight.

            Christian pushed open the door, Satine following. They heard Sheleigh and Jacks' voices in the kitchen. They pushed open the door and walked in.

            "Master! Mistress," Sheleigh started. "I hope you had a lovely time. Though it's past ten. I'm surprised little Natalie isn't down here."

            "Where is she?" Satine asked.

            "Upstairs, mistress." Sheleigh answered.

            Satine exited the kitchen and made her way upstairs. She was thinking of saying goodnight to Natalie, for now she could do it every night again. She slowly opened the door and gasped. Natalie was no where in sight. A doll with a china face lay shattered on the ground. (Pretend I said that in last chapter. Now there's more evidence of a struggle.) And the cloth with the chloroform was still on the ground. Satine started having a coughing fit from that retched disease again. (You notice that happens in the movie whenever she's upset mostly?) "Christian!" She called as she continued to cough, and then fell and passed out.

            Christian raced up the stairs as fast as he could. He flung open the door and raced forward to Satine. "Satine?! Satine!" Her eyes fluttered and opened.

            "Christian….Natalie is gone…"

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            Natalie felt like she'd been hit with a bat. She was rather uncomfortable too. She tried to put her hands in front of her, because they were behind her back. She pulled, but they stayed. She opened her eyes to find herself tied to a staircase on the lowest step. "He-Hello?" She called out, her voice sounding weak and pitiful.

            "Hello." A snidely voice said out of the dark. "So you finally awake."

            "Who are you? Where am I?" Natalie demanded.

            "Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk." Bob came out of the dark. "Where are our manners? You should introduce yourself first."

            "Bite me."

            "Aw, now that's just rude." The duke kneeled by her. "I am Bob, the duke, and you are?"

            "Tired of seeing your ugly face." Natalie smirked.

            The dukes' face became red, and then cooled down. "So alive, so young and full of spirit. Just like your sister." He grabbed her head and kissed her, his tongue going down her throat. She gagged and bit down on it as hard as she could.

            "ELMP!" The duke shouted and took his tongue out. Natalie spit the blood at him.

            "Is that how it's going to be?" The duke snarled. He drew back his hand and slapped her, one, two, three times. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

            "Nope. You're still the ugliest thing I've seen and I've had better kisses. That one felt like a slug going down my throat." Natalie looked at him with hatred in her eyes.

            "I once had a horse. It was wild, wouldn't let anyone ride it. That horse threw me off and I had it killed for its pride. I suggest you try not to tangle with me."

            "Then again, who would?" Natalie asked at his retreating back. He turned around, grabbed something off the nearest table and ran at her….

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            Christian was holding Satine as the police investigated the scene. Satine was sobbing into his shoulder.

            "Hello, I'm inspector Young." A mustached man walked forward. "We've investigated the scene and found a cloth soaked in chloroform. A man across the street said he saw a tall bald man enter the house, and then leave with someone in his arms. Is there anyone you know that would have a grudge against you or Natalie?"

            Christian thought. 'Well, yes, this Duke named Bob."

            "The Duke? We shall go search his manor at once."

2 hours later.

            "We didn't find her. He was appalled, but he let us." Young shook his head. "If we find anything, we'll call on you right away." He and his entourage of police left.

            "Christian, I know he has her! We can't just do nothing!" Satine sobbed.

            "Don't worry, I have a plan."

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            Natalie was in a dark room. She was bruised all over and there was a cut on her head. The duke had beaten her with a candlestick for making fun of him, and when the cops came, he took her to his carriage and left her in there. She was afraid and alone. She didn't think she'd make it out alive.

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A/N: I am so bad! Another chapter! And the Duke's name is Bob! I've beaten my writers block thanks to the band Good Charlotte! (Don't ask) Anyway, there may be another tomorrow!