Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, you guys are great.
I love to hear from reviewers because it gives me the inspiration I need to
keep the stories going. I woke up at 4AM with an idea of how I wanted to
continue this one so I decided to type it out. So this is my mind at work
at 4AM – about 5AM... and then again at 11PM when I started to work again... I
fell asleep after a little while and couldn't get back up... and then I got
distracted... *looks guilty* Ooh... shiny object... *walks off in a daze*
Important: This chapter leans on and borrows from Moulin Rouge heavily... both the movie as well as the actual place. I'll explain some at the bottom but if you are unfamiliar with Moulin Rouge and it's true history you may not get some of what might be in this chapter. And for your information no I didn't forget that the true Moulin Rouge wasn't around at this time, just read it and you'll see what I mean.
Thanks:
Dawnie-7: I have a reader that likes my work enough to come read each new chapter when the story is updated... IM SO HAPPY! *does her little happy dance* Yes I like the outfit too... I have half of it... I just want that darned skirt. My closet inspires me sometimes. It's full of fun costumes so it's fun to just walk in there when I need to think of something to dress a character in... on the other hand it's absolutely useless for dressing male characters unless you want to have them in a dress or something. Heh. *Imagines Jack in her Jessica Rabbit dress* Mmm...
Eccentric Banshee: LOL! Well it wasn't so much that it had been funny so much as it made me happy that someone liked my story and was a little excited about it.
Fadingimage: Hehehe... I hope you like this chapter
Lady Deidra: I'm trying my best to make it interesting, I'm glad you found it so. (
Missjensparrow: Happy birthday! Heh, I can relate with sugar highs, up until now I usually would have about a cup of pure sugar before sitting up to write. I can't remember exactly why... but anyways, I'm glad you like Diana. No the blacksmith isn't Will... I figure if he's going to come into this story it'll be a little further down the line... you'll all see why I wanted to be that way later on... hehe
Pineapple*Ice: HAHAHA! Fun! More hyperness! I seem to attract a lot of hyperactive readers. Well I hope you like this new chapter as well, I spent all day getting it to be just the way I liked it.
Chapter 4: The Show
As Jack walked into the tavern, which by now he'd discovered was called Mermaids Cove, his already drunken manner drew little attention. The truth was he wasn't drunk... not yet anyways... he always walked like that. The constant bobbing and weaving of his body kept others off-guard and suspicions down. So while he passed through the door, just another drunk to all the other patrons, his eyes scanning the already crowded bar.
Immediately it was clear that he hadn't missed the show. Men were still gathered around, anxiously talking about what they were calling 'The Siren of Mermaid Cove.' Between his uneven steps into the bar Jack had time to wonder about that title.
'Siren?' He thought to himself with a frown. 'I thought sirens sang.' After a few more moments of thought that yielded nothing but a big question mark in the mind of Captain Jack Sparrow, he continued to pursue the only empty table in the bar...
When he moved to sit at the table a burly man stopped him. "You Jack Sparrow?" The man questioned. His demeanor was threatening, even to a pirate.
"Actually it's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."
"Whatever- you're him right?" The man questioned again.
"Aye." Jack replied, assessing the other man. There was yet another fairly strong looking man behind him. "What of it?" He tried his best to look as if he could stand up to these stronger looking pirates but it was like a calf standing beside a bull... in short... utterly ridiculous looking.
"Alright." The big man smiled a bit and turned to walk away. Jack stared after him in confusion as both men framed the stage, asserting themselves as security. That's odd, he didn't remember any type of security last night... and what was this business with the table.
Slowly and with a suspicious glance at the men by the stage Jack slid into his seat. Before he even had a chance to order the blonde waitress from the night before brought a mug of rum to the table for him. He was about to thank her when she quickly hurried herself away, careful not to look at him.
Jack narrowed his eyes... was it just him... or had she been giggling?! Letting his eyes pan over the room again he was busily draining his rum. He wondered how many he'd get down before the show started. The band was already setting up, this time with apparently more strange instruments then there had been previously.
Something was up... he knew it.
Diana was sitting in silence, waiting for the show to begin. Somehow she looked forward to crushing the cocky Captain's pride... but at the same time felt just the tiniest bit guilty about taking so much pleasure in it... well maybe not.
This was a dance she knew all too well. So many overly cocky men had tried to bed her over the years she had all but lost count... she kept the exact record in a journal. It had come to be seen as almost a duty for her to deflate the egos of such men. Doing so was most often easily achieved through public humiliation.
Luckily she had been schooled in fencing and the mastery of weapons as well as, if not perhaps better then she had been schooled in the other arts. Such things had been required of her when she grew up; after all she had been raised for the most part by traveling gypsies... handling knives and weapons was part of the shows they would put on. It had certainly become useful in defending herself against the men who did not take lightly to having their pride snuffed out.
It had been a while though since she had been so excited to do the act. Perhaps it had been so long because she had not been provided with such a magnificent set up as the good Captain had given her. What a fool; to be so cocky as to let her know he was waiting for her. She had known him for what he was the moment she saw him during the previous night's dance routine. Cocky, arrogant, reckless... among other things.
Most certainly he had set foot into the tavern tonight with the intention to bed her... as he probably had done to every other girl in Tortuga. Wouldn't he be surprised to find out that the hunter was already the hunted? Who did he think he was to assume he could have what he pleased?
Diana had learned early on the many ways she could use her undeniable charm and tempting body to get the outcome she desired. Such an act as deflating this pirates ego was simple, albeit incredibly tempting to her. She would relish the moment she ground his self-image beneath her heels.
By the time Jack had nearly finished his second rum the band had started to play an unfamiliar tune which was apparently the intro. Just as Jack had made to see the view of where Diana came out of the night before he saw that the blonde barmaid was approaching with two full mugs of rum which she set on the table.
"I'm not even done with the second yet," Jack mused.
"Don't touch the third, she hates when the party gets started without her." The blonde told him before hurrying off without another word.
"Hmm... is that so..." Jack eyed the employees behind the bar as they spoke among themselves and occasionally glanced at him or the band. What on earth were these people up to? His thoughts were interrupted by a voice that was so unbelievably melodic that at first he wasn't entirely sure it was a human he had heard. It sounded more like the call of a songbird or the whisper of the wind early in the morning... and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"The French are glad to die for love..." The sweet notes filled the room. Jack turned to the bar to try to see if Diana had already come out but was surprised to see that she wasn't there. He turned to look at the stage, frowning when he found that it empty.
"They delight in fighting duels," The music was slow and even, blending with and carrying the notes of the voice. Slowly Jack scanned the room for the songstress, failing to locate her. Then, out of the corner of his eye, something glinted in the light. He turned and saw then that the source of this delightful noise was leaning against a post near the top of the stairs that lead to the barkeeps quarters. It was well shadowed but the accessibility was impossible without being noticed, she must have been there the entire time.
"But I prefer a man who lives," By now the entire bar had discovered where it was that he young woman was hiding and were all watching. It was impossibly to see in the shadows of the dark corner the stairs were in what exactly it was that she wore; nobody had to wonder about it for very long however, she was moving slowly to the top of the banister, giving the gawking audience a very clear view now of her spectacular ensemble. "And gives expensive Jewels..."
With the grace of an acrobat and the expertise of a performer who's done such things many times before the redhead slid down the polished wood of the banister, landing skillfully on her feet. Suddenly a young lad who had previously played for the band approached her, knelt and kissed her hand. She gave the lad a shove that was hard enough to knock him flat on his back and took a step deliberately between his legs as she walked over him as though he weren't there; the music was becoming more lively.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but Diamonds are a girl's best friend." Diana sang out, looking pointedly at Jack and giving a wink as she did so. She was moving about the crowd now, much as she had the night before although this time it was different. This time the dance was far less flowing and filled with a different kind of passion. This dance was more like one of a woman who knew what to get and how to get.
"A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you feet your pompous cat." As she sang the word pompous she put her hand behind her head and the other on her hip before thrusting her hip up sharply in the direction of the man in the chair directly to the side of where she had stopped. The man had been taking a very obvious gander at her backside and was about to touch when her sudden jerk of her hip in his direction caused him to withdraw fast.
"Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all loose are charms in the end..." Her nimble fingers and soft hand ran the length of her curves and back up again tauntingly. She smiled a bit mischievously before turning to the nearby bar and kicking herself up so that she sat on.
The bartender, about 40 years of age was holding out a necklace with sparkling jewels on it. She grabbed for it quickly but he pulled it out of her reach and she made a slightly pouting face. But it quickly vanished when the man handed the necklace over to her. She dangled it before her bright eyes joyously before dropping it down top and patting it to assure it's safety. She leapt off the front of the bar and into the back area. "But square cut or pear shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girl's best friend." She slid below the bar and everyone watched as her pale hand came up and pulled the bartender back down with her.
"He's your guy when, stocks are high, but beware when they start to descend..." The blond barmaid sang from where she stood near the band. Meanwhile the dancer and the barkeep resurfaced, both panting. The barkeeps clothes were partly undone and mussed but the dancer merely brushed off her skirt and looked down the corset to check that the diamonds were still there before comically cupping her breasts through the top and adjusting them as if she were fluffing bed pillows.
"'Cause that's when those louses go back to their spouses," Diana's voice rang out clear and strong as she strolled out of the bar area and into the crowd once more.
"Diamonds..." She was running her hands over her body once more with a look of pleasure at her own touch decorating her face... to the delight of the onlookers. "Are a girls..." She was holding the note as she swayed her hips temptingly and approached a stunned Jack Sparrow.
"Best..." As she moved on to the next word she began to lean over him, very purposefully placing her knee between his spread legs. Jack suppressed a gasp as the knee brushed against his inner thigh teasingly. Despite the sensation and the desire it sent shooting through the shocked Pirate Captain's body he found himself unable to move. He was glued in place as his eyes locked with the dancers.
"Friend..." She held this note longer then the others as her mouth grew closer to that of the pirate she was currently sitting on. It was close enough that Jack could almost taste her... and he nearly did... however she was too fast and just before he leaned in to claim those luscious lips of hers she cut off the note and pushed away from him so that she was standing. The song was over and all Jack could do was sit and stare up at the redhead with a look that was telling her that he had no idea what the hell had just happened.
The stunned pirate barely noticed as the girl turned to receive her applause and curtsy... he did however notice the despite the curtsy, she had managed to give him an ever once more gracious view of her stern; which, by the way, was quite the view at that. In the back of his mind somewhere he noted that her band was running about picking up the coins that the pirates had thrown at her as the routine ended.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the girl turned about and eyed both the full and empty mugs of rum before glancing at and joining Jack. She sat across from him, sidesaddle on the chair as she took a long swig from one of the rums. She paid no mind to the fact that Jack was hungrily eying her like man who hadn't had a thing to drink for says would eye fresh water. However she found that she took immense pleasure in the fact that he still seemed utterly flustered by what she had done.
"Well Captain Sparrow?" Diana prompted after a long moment of silence, "Did you wish to speak with me or did you just want to buy me a drink?" At that Jack tore his eyes reluctantly from her body and returned them to her own playful stare. He seemed to have snapped himself out of the stupor.
"I'll wait for you to finish the first mug before we start at that." Jack told her.
"FIRST mug? Exactly how long do you expect to keep me here Captain?" Diana arched one feathery eyebrow.
"However long it takes luv." Jack gave her a crooked grin before drinking down some of his own bittersweet drink.
Diana merely looked at the rum before her, mulling over his words. Finally, reaching an apparent decision on the matter, she chugged the rest of it down and slammed it down with all the tenacity of any ill-mannered sea dog Jack had ever seen. She gave him a challenging stare that seemed to say, 'do your worst.'
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::NEXT::
Chapter 5: The Drinking Contest
Authors Note: Don't flame me for stealing Moulin Rouge guys 'cause it's not all Moulin Rouge inspired, a lot had to do with Jessica Rabbit and Marilyn Monroe. Yes the songs the same and all that but no other song seemed to fit in with the way I want this plot to go... so please don't flame me saying you don't like the song or whatever until you read the future chapters. If you aren't satisfied with the entire story then go ahead and burn away.
I didn't get to any of the Moulin Rouge history in this because I decided it was long enough and that I need to get to bed. I'll put that stuff in tomorrow's addition. I can't promise I'll always update every day though cause school starts up again soon (all too soon if you ask me). My thanks to reviewers with be down here from now on. Thanks again you guys; the true inspiration for any writer to keep going is the positive input of those others that read their work.
For those of you that have read or are reading Blood Soaked Moon as well as this, head up for you; That won't be updated incredibly often. If you really like it add me to author alerts or let me know and I can send an e- mail when the next chapter is ready. What happened with that was, I had quite a ways into the story, didn't like it and went back to get rid of everything I didn't like. Basically I was left with the first three chapters which are currently posted.
Important: This chapter leans on and borrows from Moulin Rouge heavily... both the movie as well as the actual place. I'll explain some at the bottom but if you are unfamiliar with Moulin Rouge and it's true history you may not get some of what might be in this chapter. And for your information no I didn't forget that the true Moulin Rouge wasn't around at this time, just read it and you'll see what I mean.
Thanks:
Dawnie-7: I have a reader that likes my work enough to come read each new chapter when the story is updated... IM SO HAPPY! *does her little happy dance* Yes I like the outfit too... I have half of it... I just want that darned skirt. My closet inspires me sometimes. It's full of fun costumes so it's fun to just walk in there when I need to think of something to dress a character in... on the other hand it's absolutely useless for dressing male characters unless you want to have them in a dress or something. Heh. *Imagines Jack in her Jessica Rabbit dress* Mmm...
Eccentric Banshee: LOL! Well it wasn't so much that it had been funny so much as it made me happy that someone liked my story and was a little excited about it.
Fadingimage: Hehehe... I hope you like this chapter
Lady Deidra: I'm trying my best to make it interesting, I'm glad you found it so. (
Missjensparrow: Happy birthday! Heh, I can relate with sugar highs, up until now I usually would have about a cup of pure sugar before sitting up to write. I can't remember exactly why... but anyways, I'm glad you like Diana. No the blacksmith isn't Will... I figure if he's going to come into this story it'll be a little further down the line... you'll all see why I wanted to be that way later on... hehe
Pineapple*Ice: HAHAHA! Fun! More hyperness! I seem to attract a lot of hyperactive readers. Well I hope you like this new chapter as well, I spent all day getting it to be just the way I liked it.
Chapter 4: The Show
As Jack walked into the tavern, which by now he'd discovered was called Mermaids Cove, his already drunken manner drew little attention. The truth was he wasn't drunk... not yet anyways... he always walked like that. The constant bobbing and weaving of his body kept others off-guard and suspicions down. So while he passed through the door, just another drunk to all the other patrons, his eyes scanning the already crowded bar.
Immediately it was clear that he hadn't missed the show. Men were still gathered around, anxiously talking about what they were calling 'The Siren of Mermaid Cove.' Between his uneven steps into the bar Jack had time to wonder about that title.
'Siren?' He thought to himself with a frown. 'I thought sirens sang.' After a few more moments of thought that yielded nothing but a big question mark in the mind of Captain Jack Sparrow, he continued to pursue the only empty table in the bar...
When he moved to sit at the table a burly man stopped him. "You Jack Sparrow?" The man questioned. His demeanor was threatening, even to a pirate.
"Actually it's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."
"Whatever- you're him right?" The man questioned again.
"Aye." Jack replied, assessing the other man. There was yet another fairly strong looking man behind him. "What of it?" He tried his best to look as if he could stand up to these stronger looking pirates but it was like a calf standing beside a bull... in short... utterly ridiculous looking.
"Alright." The big man smiled a bit and turned to walk away. Jack stared after him in confusion as both men framed the stage, asserting themselves as security. That's odd, he didn't remember any type of security last night... and what was this business with the table.
Slowly and with a suspicious glance at the men by the stage Jack slid into his seat. Before he even had a chance to order the blonde waitress from the night before brought a mug of rum to the table for him. He was about to thank her when she quickly hurried herself away, careful not to look at him.
Jack narrowed his eyes... was it just him... or had she been giggling?! Letting his eyes pan over the room again he was busily draining his rum. He wondered how many he'd get down before the show started. The band was already setting up, this time with apparently more strange instruments then there had been previously.
Something was up... he knew it.
Diana was sitting in silence, waiting for the show to begin. Somehow she looked forward to crushing the cocky Captain's pride... but at the same time felt just the tiniest bit guilty about taking so much pleasure in it... well maybe not.
This was a dance she knew all too well. So many overly cocky men had tried to bed her over the years she had all but lost count... she kept the exact record in a journal. It had come to be seen as almost a duty for her to deflate the egos of such men. Doing so was most often easily achieved through public humiliation.
Luckily she had been schooled in fencing and the mastery of weapons as well as, if not perhaps better then she had been schooled in the other arts. Such things had been required of her when she grew up; after all she had been raised for the most part by traveling gypsies... handling knives and weapons was part of the shows they would put on. It had certainly become useful in defending herself against the men who did not take lightly to having their pride snuffed out.
It had been a while though since she had been so excited to do the act. Perhaps it had been so long because she had not been provided with such a magnificent set up as the good Captain had given her. What a fool; to be so cocky as to let her know he was waiting for her. She had known him for what he was the moment she saw him during the previous night's dance routine. Cocky, arrogant, reckless... among other things.
Most certainly he had set foot into the tavern tonight with the intention to bed her... as he probably had done to every other girl in Tortuga. Wouldn't he be surprised to find out that the hunter was already the hunted? Who did he think he was to assume he could have what he pleased?
Diana had learned early on the many ways she could use her undeniable charm and tempting body to get the outcome she desired. Such an act as deflating this pirates ego was simple, albeit incredibly tempting to her. She would relish the moment she ground his self-image beneath her heels.
By the time Jack had nearly finished his second rum the band had started to play an unfamiliar tune which was apparently the intro. Just as Jack had made to see the view of where Diana came out of the night before he saw that the blonde barmaid was approaching with two full mugs of rum which she set on the table.
"I'm not even done with the second yet," Jack mused.
"Don't touch the third, she hates when the party gets started without her." The blonde told him before hurrying off without another word.
"Hmm... is that so..." Jack eyed the employees behind the bar as they spoke among themselves and occasionally glanced at him or the band. What on earth were these people up to? His thoughts were interrupted by a voice that was so unbelievably melodic that at first he wasn't entirely sure it was a human he had heard. It sounded more like the call of a songbird or the whisper of the wind early in the morning... and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"The French are glad to die for love..." The sweet notes filled the room. Jack turned to the bar to try to see if Diana had already come out but was surprised to see that she wasn't there. He turned to look at the stage, frowning when he found that it empty.
"They delight in fighting duels," The music was slow and even, blending with and carrying the notes of the voice. Slowly Jack scanned the room for the songstress, failing to locate her. Then, out of the corner of his eye, something glinted in the light. He turned and saw then that the source of this delightful noise was leaning against a post near the top of the stairs that lead to the barkeeps quarters. It was well shadowed but the accessibility was impossible without being noticed, she must have been there the entire time.
"But I prefer a man who lives," By now the entire bar had discovered where it was that he young woman was hiding and were all watching. It was impossibly to see in the shadows of the dark corner the stairs were in what exactly it was that she wore; nobody had to wonder about it for very long however, she was moving slowly to the top of the banister, giving the gawking audience a very clear view now of her spectacular ensemble. "And gives expensive Jewels..."
With the grace of an acrobat and the expertise of a performer who's done such things many times before the redhead slid down the polished wood of the banister, landing skillfully on her feet. Suddenly a young lad who had previously played for the band approached her, knelt and kissed her hand. She gave the lad a shove that was hard enough to knock him flat on his back and took a step deliberately between his legs as she walked over him as though he weren't there; the music was becoming more lively.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but Diamonds are a girl's best friend." Diana sang out, looking pointedly at Jack and giving a wink as she did so. She was moving about the crowd now, much as she had the night before although this time it was different. This time the dance was far less flowing and filled with a different kind of passion. This dance was more like one of a woman who knew what to get and how to get.
"A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you feet your pompous cat." As she sang the word pompous she put her hand behind her head and the other on her hip before thrusting her hip up sharply in the direction of the man in the chair directly to the side of where she had stopped. The man had been taking a very obvious gander at her backside and was about to touch when her sudden jerk of her hip in his direction caused him to withdraw fast.
"Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all loose are charms in the end..." Her nimble fingers and soft hand ran the length of her curves and back up again tauntingly. She smiled a bit mischievously before turning to the nearby bar and kicking herself up so that she sat on.
The bartender, about 40 years of age was holding out a necklace with sparkling jewels on it. She grabbed for it quickly but he pulled it out of her reach and she made a slightly pouting face. But it quickly vanished when the man handed the necklace over to her. She dangled it before her bright eyes joyously before dropping it down top and patting it to assure it's safety. She leapt off the front of the bar and into the back area. "But square cut or pear shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girl's best friend." She slid below the bar and everyone watched as her pale hand came up and pulled the bartender back down with her.
"He's your guy when, stocks are high, but beware when they start to descend..." The blond barmaid sang from where she stood near the band. Meanwhile the dancer and the barkeep resurfaced, both panting. The barkeeps clothes were partly undone and mussed but the dancer merely brushed off her skirt and looked down the corset to check that the diamonds were still there before comically cupping her breasts through the top and adjusting them as if she were fluffing bed pillows.
"'Cause that's when those louses go back to their spouses," Diana's voice rang out clear and strong as she strolled out of the bar area and into the crowd once more.
"Diamonds..." She was running her hands over her body once more with a look of pleasure at her own touch decorating her face... to the delight of the onlookers. "Are a girls..." She was holding the note as she swayed her hips temptingly and approached a stunned Jack Sparrow.
"Best..." As she moved on to the next word she began to lean over him, very purposefully placing her knee between his spread legs. Jack suppressed a gasp as the knee brushed against his inner thigh teasingly. Despite the sensation and the desire it sent shooting through the shocked Pirate Captain's body he found himself unable to move. He was glued in place as his eyes locked with the dancers.
"Friend..." She held this note longer then the others as her mouth grew closer to that of the pirate she was currently sitting on. It was close enough that Jack could almost taste her... and he nearly did... however she was too fast and just before he leaned in to claim those luscious lips of hers she cut off the note and pushed away from him so that she was standing. The song was over and all Jack could do was sit and stare up at the redhead with a look that was telling her that he had no idea what the hell had just happened.
The stunned pirate barely noticed as the girl turned to receive her applause and curtsy... he did however notice the despite the curtsy, she had managed to give him an ever once more gracious view of her stern; which, by the way, was quite the view at that. In the back of his mind somewhere he noted that her band was running about picking up the coins that the pirates had thrown at her as the routine ended.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the girl turned about and eyed both the full and empty mugs of rum before glancing at and joining Jack. She sat across from him, sidesaddle on the chair as she took a long swig from one of the rums. She paid no mind to the fact that Jack was hungrily eying her like man who hadn't had a thing to drink for says would eye fresh water. However she found that she took immense pleasure in the fact that he still seemed utterly flustered by what she had done.
"Well Captain Sparrow?" Diana prompted after a long moment of silence, "Did you wish to speak with me or did you just want to buy me a drink?" At that Jack tore his eyes reluctantly from her body and returned them to her own playful stare. He seemed to have snapped himself out of the stupor.
"I'll wait for you to finish the first mug before we start at that." Jack told her.
"FIRST mug? Exactly how long do you expect to keep me here Captain?" Diana arched one feathery eyebrow.
"However long it takes luv." Jack gave her a crooked grin before drinking down some of his own bittersweet drink.
Diana merely looked at the rum before her, mulling over his words. Finally, reaching an apparent decision on the matter, she chugged the rest of it down and slammed it down with all the tenacity of any ill-mannered sea dog Jack had ever seen. She gave him a challenging stare that seemed to say, 'do your worst.'
*~~~~~~~~~~*
::NEXT::
Chapter 5: The Drinking Contest
Authors Note: Don't flame me for stealing Moulin Rouge guys 'cause it's not all Moulin Rouge inspired, a lot had to do with Jessica Rabbit and Marilyn Monroe. Yes the songs the same and all that but no other song seemed to fit in with the way I want this plot to go... so please don't flame me saying you don't like the song or whatever until you read the future chapters. If you aren't satisfied with the entire story then go ahead and burn away.
I didn't get to any of the Moulin Rouge history in this because I decided it was long enough and that I need to get to bed. I'll put that stuff in tomorrow's addition. I can't promise I'll always update every day though cause school starts up again soon (all too soon if you ask me). My thanks to reviewers with be down here from now on. Thanks again you guys; the true inspiration for any writer to keep going is the positive input of those others that read their work.
For those of you that have read or are reading Blood Soaked Moon as well as this, head up for you; That won't be updated incredibly often. If you really like it add me to author alerts or let me know and I can send an e- mail when the next chapter is ready. What happened with that was, I had quite a ways into the story, didn't like it and went back to get rid of everything I didn't like. Basically I was left with the first three chapters which are currently posted.
