Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalde
by
Sailor Miaka
AUthor's NOte: Oh My goodness! I never expected my story to get so many reviews!!! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!!!! I am incredibly sorry this is taking so long, but moving home from college and going from all time internet to no internet had definately taken a toll on me...but anyhoo, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimers: Don't own it, just borrowed it.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 5
"Open Your Heart to Me"
Velvette watched the streets hustle and bustle from her window atop the town house she and Satine had recently acquired. The sky was an unattractive shade of gray and dreadfully overcast. It had been months since the opening of the Moulin, her premier preformance and since He had walked into her life. Velvette sighed as she saw Christian and Satine enter the house, just arriving back from one of Satine's consumption treatments. She smiled at the couple knowing that they truly loved each other and just how powerful their love truly must have been. She wished one day that maybe she too would find a love like that. The clock chimed the hour of four. Velvette slowly rose and began preparing for her show that night at the Moulin, but not before catching a glimpse of a certain Irish man pulling up to the front door to drive her to the Moulin. She smiled broadly and felt her heart beat just a little bit faster.
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"So is it going to be a busy night at the Moulin tonight?" Damien asked to Velvette.
Velvette felt guilty as she had been lately whenever Damien asked about the Moulin. As she proud as she was of her accomplishments as Lady Marmalade, she never admitted to any one who she was. As far as Damien knew, she looked after the books and designed the shows, costumes et cetera. He didn't know that the star she catered for was herself. She felt dirty somehow in the presence of this man who despite what he had been given by the world, was happier than she was, even at the height of performing. And he was simple, hardworking and honest.
"Most likely, we've been incredibly busy these last couple of weeks." she said softly.
He looked over at her, she was sitting quietly with her hands in her lap. Over the last couple of weeks, he had been trying to deny the feelings he had felt developed toward his employer, but had completely failed on the subject. He was hopelessly in love with Madamoiselle Velvette and he was hoping that she might return his feelings although he knew the unlikelyhood of that.
"How's the show?" he asked trying to change the subject.
"Wonderful!" she replied, her green eyes lighting up as she spoke.
Damien chuckled softly, at her little girl like excitement and at the futility of himself trying to keep from loving her. They pulled up to the front of the Moulin Rouge.
"Would you like to come see it? with me? Tonight?" she asked softly, looking down at her feet.
Damien lost all speaking abilities. She was asking him to accompany her somewhere! His heart beat faster.
"When?" he asked in a rush, missing the blush that flooded her face.
"I'll meet you right after Lady Marmalade's number. I'll make sure you get a box seat."
She leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek before jumping from the buggy and running into the Moulin. Damien smiled at the single ray of sunshine that worked its way through the overcast sky and seemed to be shining right on the two of them.
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"What do you mean Lady Marmalade is not for sale Zidler? She is a whore like anyother female in this establishment! I want my night with her and am prepared to pay for it!"
Harold watched the weasel of a man glower and fume. The Duke had come back after so much time. Time to tread carefully, Zidler thought.
"My dear duke," he began, "Perhaps you will consider anothor of our Moulin Rouge girls, but Lady Marmalade is not for sale by me. If you wish to be entertained by Madamoiselle Marmalade then you must ask her yourself. Her decision is final. Now if you would be so kind as to remove yourself, I have many imposing tasks to take care of."
The duke surprised at the brush off he had just recieved as he made his way to the door. Something was not right here, he thought. Something was definatly not right. He collected Warner and proceeded back to the main hall where Lady Marmalade herself was holding court, just as her predesecor the Sparkling Diamond had. She smiled, lapping up the attention. The music started playing and Marmalade caught sight of Damien sitting in a corner watching her. She raised her hands and the crowd fell into a revered silence as she spoke.
"Now, who wants to be my dance partner for tonight?"
Hundreds of hands waved in the air, clamoring for attention. But the redhead chuckled and said softly but sweetly
"I'm afraid its ladies' choice tonight."
She made her way over to the Irish laborer and extended her hand to him. He looked into the eyes of the dazzling creature and for just a second recognized the kitty cat green from somewhere and the dainty little half smile.
"I-I-I am meeting someone in a few minutes Madamoiselle...please excuse me..." Daimen started sputtering out.
"I told you I would meet you right after the number!" she said coyly.
Damien started and stared again into her eyes, recognizing Velvette in them.
"Velvette?" he asked softly.
"Yup." she sai softly "Now lets dance!"
Damien stared, shocked beyond all possible comment and thought. She led him out onto the dance floor and they began to dance. Velvette, his Velvette was this fabulous star, the Toast of Bohemian Paris. She was a whore. That thought shook him to his very core. He was in love with a common prostitute. Underneath all her fancy clothes and make-up as Marmalade, or in the elegant clothing she wore as Velvette, she was a whore. His heart became painful as they whirled around the dance floor and he wondered just how many men before him had done just the same thing.
Velvette felt him tense up. This was not the way to have told him she thought. Oh well to late for that, she thought again. After a few more minutes of twirling and energetic dance movements, she skillfully manuvered Damien out of the room and into the adjoining garden, where a familiar elephant stood. The two young ones didn't notice that elephant however. Damien was looking down while Velvette tried to engage him conversation.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked softly.
"Interesting." was what he choked out. "Why couldn't you have told me?"
Velvette looked at him and for the first time saw that the red tinge on his face wasn't from being embarressed on the dance floor but maybe from shame.
"I'm sorry." she said quietly, blushing harder than she ever had before "I didn't think it would matter. It never mattered to Christian and Satine."
Damien looked at her with deep soul-searching eyes, his heart beating like one of the drums from the Moulin's band.
"It was different for Christian and Satine. They were in love."
"What makes them any different from us?" she said softly smiling. "I know I love you."
"Oh, really?" Damien said with a sarcastic tone, tryiing to crush the burning hope he had felt at her words."Do you tell every man that one lass? Love is just a game to a girl like you."
Velvette backed up away from him, stung by his words. She looked up and caught sight of the magnificent elephant, reminded of another such battle. She looked at him and caught his eye as she sang.
"I see you on the streets and you walk on by.
you make me want to hang my head down and cry
if you gave me half a chance you'd see
my desire is burning inside of me
but you choose to look the other way"
Damien turned but Velvette caught his hand. "You work at the Moulin as Courtesan!" He spat out
"I've had to work much harder than this
For something I want, don't try to resist me
Open your hert to me baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key."
He looked at her "And when do you think you'd change the locks on me?"
"I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes.
You look a little sad, boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're to wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well I got something to say
Don't try to run, I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
Open your heart to me! Baby,
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me! Darling,
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key"
Damien smiled as she led him around the garden. "What if I don't have the strength?"
"Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number"
"That it is, love." He said abandoning all his worries.
"Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not to hard if you just turn the key" she sang
"Don't try to run, I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to" he sang
They embraced in the shadow of the elephant and sang together
"Open your hert to me baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key.
Open your heart with the key
Open your heart, I'll make you love me"
They kissed, as far away from the plane of reality as any lovers had ever been and across town another such couple sat in a rooftop garden wrapped in each other's arms. The wind seemed to echo the refrain of their song.
"And I, I will always love you"
"And I can't help loving you..."
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world."
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"Open Your Heart" Belongs to Madonna and her people just as "The Elephant Love medly" belongs to the people that made it.
by
Sailor Miaka
AUthor's NOte: Oh My goodness! I never expected my story to get so many reviews!!! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!!!! I am incredibly sorry this is taking so long, but moving home from college and going from all time internet to no internet had definately taken a toll on me...but anyhoo, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimers: Don't own it, just borrowed it.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 5
"Open Your Heart to Me"
Velvette watched the streets hustle and bustle from her window atop the town house she and Satine had recently acquired. The sky was an unattractive shade of gray and dreadfully overcast. It had been months since the opening of the Moulin, her premier preformance and since He had walked into her life. Velvette sighed as she saw Christian and Satine enter the house, just arriving back from one of Satine's consumption treatments. She smiled at the couple knowing that they truly loved each other and just how powerful their love truly must have been. She wished one day that maybe she too would find a love like that. The clock chimed the hour of four. Velvette slowly rose and began preparing for her show that night at the Moulin, but not before catching a glimpse of a certain Irish man pulling up to the front door to drive her to the Moulin. She smiled broadly and felt her heart beat just a little bit faster.
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"So is it going to be a busy night at the Moulin tonight?" Damien asked to Velvette.
Velvette felt guilty as she had been lately whenever Damien asked about the Moulin. As she proud as she was of her accomplishments as Lady Marmalade, she never admitted to any one who she was. As far as Damien knew, she looked after the books and designed the shows, costumes et cetera. He didn't know that the star she catered for was herself. She felt dirty somehow in the presence of this man who despite what he had been given by the world, was happier than she was, even at the height of performing. And he was simple, hardworking and honest.
"Most likely, we've been incredibly busy these last couple of weeks." she said softly.
He looked over at her, she was sitting quietly with her hands in her lap. Over the last couple of weeks, he had been trying to deny the feelings he had felt developed toward his employer, but had completely failed on the subject. He was hopelessly in love with Madamoiselle Velvette and he was hoping that she might return his feelings although he knew the unlikelyhood of that.
"How's the show?" he asked trying to change the subject.
"Wonderful!" she replied, her green eyes lighting up as she spoke.
Damien chuckled softly, at her little girl like excitement and at the futility of himself trying to keep from loving her. They pulled up to the front of the Moulin Rouge.
"Would you like to come see it? with me? Tonight?" she asked softly, looking down at her feet.
Damien lost all speaking abilities. She was asking him to accompany her somewhere! His heart beat faster.
"When?" he asked in a rush, missing the blush that flooded her face.
"I'll meet you right after Lady Marmalade's number. I'll make sure you get a box seat."
She leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek before jumping from the buggy and running into the Moulin. Damien smiled at the single ray of sunshine that worked its way through the overcast sky and seemed to be shining right on the two of them.
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"What do you mean Lady Marmalade is not for sale Zidler? She is a whore like anyother female in this establishment! I want my night with her and am prepared to pay for it!"
Harold watched the weasel of a man glower and fume. The Duke had come back after so much time. Time to tread carefully, Zidler thought.
"My dear duke," he began, "Perhaps you will consider anothor of our Moulin Rouge girls, but Lady Marmalade is not for sale by me. If you wish to be entertained by Madamoiselle Marmalade then you must ask her yourself. Her decision is final. Now if you would be so kind as to remove yourself, I have many imposing tasks to take care of."
The duke surprised at the brush off he had just recieved as he made his way to the door. Something was not right here, he thought. Something was definatly not right. He collected Warner and proceeded back to the main hall where Lady Marmalade herself was holding court, just as her predesecor the Sparkling Diamond had. She smiled, lapping up the attention. The music started playing and Marmalade caught sight of Damien sitting in a corner watching her. She raised her hands and the crowd fell into a revered silence as she spoke.
"Now, who wants to be my dance partner for tonight?"
Hundreds of hands waved in the air, clamoring for attention. But the redhead chuckled and said softly but sweetly
"I'm afraid its ladies' choice tonight."
She made her way over to the Irish laborer and extended her hand to him. He looked into the eyes of the dazzling creature and for just a second recognized the kitty cat green from somewhere and the dainty little half smile.
"I-I-I am meeting someone in a few minutes Madamoiselle...please excuse me..." Daimen started sputtering out.
"I told you I would meet you right after the number!" she said coyly.
Damien started and stared again into her eyes, recognizing Velvette in them.
"Velvette?" he asked softly.
"Yup." she sai softly "Now lets dance!"
Damien stared, shocked beyond all possible comment and thought. She led him out onto the dance floor and they began to dance. Velvette, his Velvette was this fabulous star, the Toast of Bohemian Paris. She was a whore. That thought shook him to his very core. He was in love with a common prostitute. Underneath all her fancy clothes and make-up as Marmalade, or in the elegant clothing she wore as Velvette, she was a whore. His heart became painful as they whirled around the dance floor and he wondered just how many men before him had done just the same thing.
Velvette felt him tense up. This was not the way to have told him she thought. Oh well to late for that, she thought again. After a few more minutes of twirling and energetic dance movements, she skillfully manuvered Damien out of the room and into the adjoining garden, where a familiar elephant stood. The two young ones didn't notice that elephant however. Damien was looking down while Velvette tried to engage him conversation.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked softly.
"Interesting." was what he choked out. "Why couldn't you have told me?"
Velvette looked at him and for the first time saw that the red tinge on his face wasn't from being embarressed on the dance floor but maybe from shame.
"I'm sorry." she said quietly, blushing harder than she ever had before "I didn't think it would matter. It never mattered to Christian and Satine."
Damien looked at her with deep soul-searching eyes, his heart beating like one of the drums from the Moulin's band.
"It was different for Christian and Satine. They were in love."
"What makes them any different from us?" she said softly smiling. "I know I love you."
"Oh, really?" Damien said with a sarcastic tone, tryiing to crush the burning hope he had felt at her words."Do you tell every man that one lass? Love is just a game to a girl like you."
Velvette backed up away from him, stung by his words. She looked up and caught sight of the magnificent elephant, reminded of another such battle. She looked at him and caught his eye as she sang.
"I see you on the streets and you walk on by.
you make me want to hang my head down and cry
if you gave me half a chance you'd see
my desire is burning inside of me
but you choose to look the other way"
Damien turned but Velvette caught his hand. "You work at the Moulin as Courtesan!" He spat out
"I've had to work much harder than this
For something I want, don't try to resist me
Open your hert to me baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key."
He looked at her "And when do you think you'd change the locks on me?"
"I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes.
You look a little sad, boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're to wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well I got something to say
Don't try to run, I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
Open your heart to me! Baby,
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me! Darling,
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key"
Damien smiled as she led him around the garden. "What if I don't have the strength?"
"Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number"
"That it is, love." He said abandoning all his worries.
"Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not to hard if you just turn the key" she sang
"Don't try to run, I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to" he sang
They embraced in the shadow of the elephant and sang together
"Open your hert to me baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you, if you turn the key.
Open your heart with the key
Open your heart, I'll make you love me"
They kissed, as far away from the plane of reality as any lovers had ever been and across town another such couple sat in a rooftop garden wrapped in each other's arms. The wind seemed to echo the refrain of their song.
"And I, I will always love you"
"And I can't help loving you..."
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world."
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"Open Your Heart" Belongs to Madonna and her people just as "The Elephant Love medly" belongs to the people that made it.