A/N: Okay, well, I don't care if no one is really reading this story anymore. I'm still gonna write it cos I have such a passion for it and maybe if I change my summary, people will come back cos I really miss yall!! Okay, well, if you're reading this, I hope you're enjoying it!! Please please review!!!
Few Months Later~~~~~
Severus wrapped his icy fingers around Satine's bare shoulder. The black under her eyes were from the tears smearing her mascara. Ever since Christian had left, nights like this had become a basic ritual. Anne and Thomas crept to their bedrooms, out of harm's way, while Snape had his way with her.
"Much better lover than your dear poet, may I say, my dear?" Snape asked her coldly, brushing his spider-like fingers through her soft hair. His presence was so intimidating, that she could not get out a word, and instead, shivered. "Eh?"
She closed her eyes, picturing her love in front of her, smiling at her, reading his poetry to her. "Christian..." She whispered, only a little too loud.
"So, you still cease to forget him?" Snape caught her on tongue, pushing her onto her back.
"What? No? You....it's you I love..." She cried, trying to save herself.
"That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard coming from your mouth!" He walked to the window, throwing his fist against the wall.
"Don't scare the children!" Satine spoke quite forcefully. Snape shot her a deathly look, spitting at her.
"Fuck the children..." He muttered under his breath. Satine gathered up the blankets around her, watching him leave the room. The coast was now clear, giving her time to reach under her bed and pull out a little tin box. Papers were folded neatly inside, notes, letters, poems, all from Christian.
Feeling your love
Loving my life
Having your spirit
Wanting you as my wife
Smelling your scent
Kissing your cheek
Sensing your truth
Being so weak
Playing your music
Writing your book
Singing your song
Loving your look.....
A single tear swept down her cheek. If Christian died out there, she didn't know what she'd do. Inside, she still loved him, on the outside, she was furious at him for leaving.
"You won't give up, will you?" Satine's heart dropped when she saw that Snape had come back. He thumped over to the bed, ripping the poem from her hands and reading it himself. "The boy is gone and yet you resist to accept it! Why?" His voice, usually cold and dark, was surprisingly sympathetic sounding and slightly hurt.
"Because I love him...." Satine, feeling strong and overpowering, replied. He violently tossed the paper back at her and pulled his shirt off the bed post. He pulled it on and then proceeded with his pants. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice dry.
"Out!" He snapped, pulling on his coat, and striding out the door. Now, Satine was left, alone, on the bed, with only a corset. Within a few moments, Anne and Thomas were knocking on her bedroom door. Satine slipped on her pink silk robe and cracked open the door just enough for them to enter.
"Mummy, is daddy ever coming back?" Anne immediately asked, without even sitting down first.
"I don't know darling......I don't know....."
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Christian,
You don't know who this is, and it's probably best that you don't. I'm writing to you because I know something about what might be happening to Satine, your beloved. If you don't want her die, you better hurry back to Paris, for your and her own good.
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EWWWW!!! ARGH!! That chapter was CRAP!! Oh, well, I better post anyway......please review!!! : (