Moulin ROuge 2: Lady Marmalade
By
Sailor Miaka
Author's notes: Wow! I never expected`to have my story be this popular! I love all of my reviewers! Y'all rock my world! If anyone has any questions about any of my stories feel free to email me! Thanks again to all of you!
Disclaimers: I do not own Moulin Rouge in anyway shape or form...and to cover myself for the last chapter I don't own any of the song lyrics i use in my story, I just borrowed them.
Moulin ROuge 2: Lady Marmalde
Chapter 2
"Following the Night."
Christian was once again awakened by the sound of construction outside his window. The Moulin Rouge was opening again, as the bordello, Night club, and the theatre. Zidler's new invester must be loaded, Christian thought idlely. It had been nearly three weeks since the Auction of the Moulin. No sign of the Duke, and no word from the publisher either.
"My father was right." Christian said softly. He traced his face's outline in the mirror. "Come what may..." he sang softly.
A knock at the door startled him into reality. He opened the door to find a smartly dressed man in a top hat standing there.
"Christian James?" he asked
'Yes...what can I do for you?"
"You can accept this check and sign a contract to print your book. I am Elijah Collier, the publisher."
Christian just stared at the cheque with the name Christian James on it along with the amount of 15 thousand francs.
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Nini Legs-in-the-Air, Baby Doll, Arabia, Tatoo, Travesty, Madame Fromarge and many others clustered outside of Zidler's office. They were looking at the cast list for the new show. Graons and squeal soon filled the hall. The Moulin was up and running again. They were back. They were the Diamond Dogs.
Soon they cleared the Hall and the new owner walked down the hall toward the Office. She opened the door and headed fpr a warm plush chair.
"Rough day my dear?" Harold asked.
"She's getting better. Thank god for that." Velvette said as she took off her hat.
"Will she--"
"NO! My sister will not return to the Moulin Rouge. I forbid it." She said in a voice that, despite her youth, left no room for arguement.
"If you don't mind then, who is this fabulous Lady Marmalade?"
Her green eyes sparkled, and Zidler would later swear he could see Satine in her.
"You're looking at her."
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Dameon looked around the building he was creating. The most exclusive bordello in the history of the world. Le Moulin Rouge. The young Irish man took it all in. Who would have thought it, the son of a pious farmer, a builder of a whore-house. He shook his head. Money was Money and money made the world go 'round. He surveyed the work yet to do and found his thoughts wondering for the umpteenth time to the pretty little redhead he had met on the street nearly a month ago.
A door slammed. And a commanding figure walked into the room.
"Who is in charge here?" she demanded.
Dameon stared. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. She was standing in front of him. His dream girl.
"I am ma'am." he said
"You? You look familiar?"
"I believe I once saved you from being-"
"Run over by a hack! I remember you now! So you are in charge of this operation yes?"
"Well this section ma'am."
"Well good. We open in two weeks. I want it done then."
With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the room without a backward glance. Dameon stared after her, unsure what to think.
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Christian could be described as happy. He was clean and shaven for the first time in weeks. HE needed to talk to Toulouse, to someone, anyone. A knock at the door sounded and he called to the door.
"It's open!"
The door opened and for Christian, time stopped completely. She stood there in a white dress, her red hair in a sophisticated twist, make-up expertly applied.
"Excuse Moi, but are you Henri Marie Toulouse Lautrec Montfa?" she asked.
He opened his mouth severel times before he could find his voice
"Satine? Is that you?"
The woman's eyes softened and for the first time, Christian could remember that Satine's eyes were blue and not the green that this girl's eyes were.
"No, I must remind many people of this woman. I am Velvette. Are you Toulouse?"
Christian chuckled
"No madamoiselle, i am merely a penniless poet...I go by Christian."
The girl's eyes widened immensely.
"Christian? You're Christian James. 'Spectacular, Spectacular' Christian?"
VElvette watched as the light went out of Christian's eyes.
"Yes, i bear that burden. Please don't ever mention that play again."
Velvette was taken aback. If this was her sister's Christian, he should be spouting off about love and beauty...not sadness.
"I am sorry it causes you pain. But Love is the greatest thing in the world--"
His eyes turned cold.
"Don't talk to me of love, little girl."
Velvette's eyes flashed and her face turned red.
"Little girl, huh? Then you tell me Mr. Christian James, how in the hades do you write something as beautiful as Spectacular, Spectacular and then refuse to believe in love? How? IS it because your precious Hindu Courtesan is dead?"
"How do you know about that?"
"My sister has told me all about Spectacular, Spectacular and its hidden meaning. And the fact that you the write of 'the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return' and not believe in it at all!
"You have no idea what you are saying, this doesn't concern you! My life is my business and not yours! Love has no place in my life with Satine dead."
"But She's not Dead you Idiot!!" Velvette screamed.
Christian looked at her with a deadly glare as Velvette put her hands to her mouth.
"Do NOT joke about things like that. She is dead. She died in my arms."
"But Christian, I am telling you right now, she is very much alive. Very weak and very sick, but very much alive and soon she'll be cured of consumpsion and perfectly healthy."
Upstairs from Christian's garret, Toulouse was just opening a new bottle of Absinthe when a loud thump and a shrill scream echoed in the building. Running as fast as his short legs could carry him, he mde his way downstairs. In heap on the floor lay Christian, his head in the lap of a young girl.
"Madamoiselle, I am sure that Chwistian is alright...Mon Deiu!" He cried "Satine is back!"
"No!" Velvette began to say as the small man slumped to the floor, joing his friend in a faint.
By
Sailor Miaka
Author's notes: Wow! I never expected`to have my story be this popular! I love all of my reviewers! Y'all rock my world! If anyone has any questions about any of my stories feel free to email me! Thanks again to all of you!
Disclaimers: I do not own Moulin Rouge in anyway shape or form...and to cover myself for the last chapter I don't own any of the song lyrics i use in my story, I just borrowed them.
Moulin ROuge 2: Lady Marmalde
Chapter 2
"Following the Night."
Christian was once again awakened by the sound of construction outside his window. The Moulin Rouge was opening again, as the bordello, Night club, and the theatre. Zidler's new invester must be loaded, Christian thought idlely. It had been nearly three weeks since the Auction of the Moulin. No sign of the Duke, and no word from the publisher either.
"My father was right." Christian said softly. He traced his face's outline in the mirror. "Come what may..." he sang softly.
A knock at the door startled him into reality. He opened the door to find a smartly dressed man in a top hat standing there.
"Christian James?" he asked
'Yes...what can I do for you?"
"You can accept this check and sign a contract to print your book. I am Elijah Collier, the publisher."
Christian just stared at the cheque with the name Christian James on it along with the amount of 15 thousand francs.
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*
Nini Legs-in-the-Air, Baby Doll, Arabia, Tatoo, Travesty, Madame Fromarge and many others clustered outside of Zidler's office. They were looking at the cast list for the new show. Graons and squeal soon filled the hall. The Moulin was up and running again. They were back. They were the Diamond Dogs.
Soon they cleared the Hall and the new owner walked down the hall toward the Office. She opened the door and headed fpr a warm plush chair.
"Rough day my dear?" Harold asked.
"She's getting better. Thank god for that." Velvette said as she took off her hat.
"Will she--"
"NO! My sister will not return to the Moulin Rouge. I forbid it." She said in a voice that, despite her youth, left no room for arguement.
"If you don't mind then, who is this fabulous Lady Marmalade?"
Her green eyes sparkled, and Zidler would later swear he could see Satine in her.
"You're looking at her."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dameon looked around the building he was creating. The most exclusive bordello in the history of the world. Le Moulin Rouge. The young Irish man took it all in. Who would have thought it, the son of a pious farmer, a builder of a whore-house. He shook his head. Money was Money and money made the world go 'round. He surveyed the work yet to do and found his thoughts wondering for the umpteenth time to the pretty little redhead he had met on the street nearly a month ago.
A door slammed. And a commanding figure walked into the room.
"Who is in charge here?" she demanded.
Dameon stared. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. She was standing in front of him. His dream girl.
"I am ma'am." he said
"You? You look familiar?"
"I believe I once saved you from being-"
"Run over by a hack! I remember you now! So you are in charge of this operation yes?"
"Well this section ma'am."
"Well good. We open in two weeks. I want it done then."
With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the room without a backward glance. Dameon stared after her, unsure what to think.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*
Christian could be described as happy. He was clean and shaven for the first time in weeks. HE needed to talk to Toulouse, to someone, anyone. A knock at the door sounded and he called to the door.
"It's open!"
The door opened and for Christian, time stopped completely. She stood there in a white dress, her red hair in a sophisticated twist, make-up expertly applied.
"Excuse Moi, but are you Henri Marie Toulouse Lautrec Montfa?" she asked.
He opened his mouth severel times before he could find his voice
"Satine? Is that you?"
The woman's eyes softened and for the first time, Christian could remember that Satine's eyes were blue and not the green that this girl's eyes were.
"No, I must remind many people of this woman. I am Velvette. Are you Toulouse?"
Christian chuckled
"No madamoiselle, i am merely a penniless poet...I go by Christian."
The girl's eyes widened immensely.
"Christian? You're Christian James. 'Spectacular, Spectacular' Christian?"
VElvette watched as the light went out of Christian's eyes.
"Yes, i bear that burden. Please don't ever mention that play again."
Velvette was taken aback. If this was her sister's Christian, he should be spouting off about love and beauty...not sadness.
"I am sorry it causes you pain. But Love is the greatest thing in the world--"
His eyes turned cold.
"Don't talk to me of love, little girl."
Velvette's eyes flashed and her face turned red.
"Little girl, huh? Then you tell me Mr. Christian James, how in the hades do you write something as beautiful as Spectacular, Spectacular and then refuse to believe in love? How? IS it because your precious Hindu Courtesan is dead?"
"How do you know about that?"
"My sister has told me all about Spectacular, Spectacular and its hidden meaning. And the fact that you the write of 'the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return' and not believe in it at all!
"You have no idea what you are saying, this doesn't concern you! My life is my business and not yours! Love has no place in my life with Satine dead."
"But She's not Dead you Idiot!!" Velvette screamed.
Christian looked at her with a deadly glare as Velvette put her hands to her mouth.
"Do NOT joke about things like that. She is dead. She died in my arms."
"But Christian, I am telling you right now, she is very much alive. Very weak and very sick, but very much alive and soon she'll be cured of consumpsion and perfectly healthy."
Upstairs from Christian's garret, Toulouse was just opening a new bottle of Absinthe when a loud thump and a shrill scream echoed in the building. Running as fast as his short legs could carry him, he mde his way downstairs. In heap on the floor lay Christian, his head in the lap of a young girl.
"Madamoiselle, I am sure that Chwistian is alright...Mon Deiu!" He cried "Satine is back!"
"No!" Velvette began to say as the small man slumped to the floor, joing his friend in a faint.