Moulin Rouge: Bohemian Value's.
Authors Note: I do not, nor ever will, own Moulin Rouge or any of the original characters. My story is completely different, set in the times and the place of the Moulin Rouge.
Prologue:
Salty tears caress tender skin; the pale, sparkling blush mixing with lush amounts of sopping Kohl, trailing in little streams down her cheeks, following on downwards to her neck, slowly seeping into silk garments and staining them forever more.
She held a slender hand to her breast, feeling the pulsing heart beneath sinew and skin, the steady bump, bump, bump allowed her to believe that it was not broken inside her. Her eyelashes flutter carelessly; battering unwanted crystal tears away, allowing them to trickle down her cheeks, and brake onto her red tinged lips. She wanted to die, but impossible that was, the contract she had signed merely two years ago held her to the Moulin Rouge forever more, unless Ziddler found a use for her yet.
Still she danced, within the swelling crowd of powerful men and beautiful creatures that were the diamond dogs.
With their fancy costumes baring pale and smooth skin, eyes underlined with dark shadows, hair pulled impossibly high, they sold their love to the highest bidder, though none seemed to keep them. They befriended none, and worked for themselves, guarding themselves against the One Bohemian Value that would bring them down. Love. Love, the hated word that all Diamond dogs scoffed at, the Can-Can dancers laughed at and Ziddler warned against.
Love, such a weak word can make the life of one fragile courtesan crumble into the rubble that hides under everyone's life. How could one word destroy the Moulin Rouge for good? How?
Simple, But soon you'll find out, soon you'll see the story, soon you'll understand.
AN: Its short, but I just needed to introduce how I write, Next chapters will be much, much longer.
