Ok, now I will put an end to your waiting, oh yeah, I don't own this.
"Satine!" he called, "SATINE!"
The woman turned around, but she was not Satine, "Are you calling me? Because my name is not Satine, that is my daughter. My name is Anne."
"You...You're her mother?" he asked, stunned
"Yes." the woman who could have been Satine's twin answered
"Do...do you know where she is?"
"Yes, she is at my house, where she belongs. She is very sick; she needs fresh air and my care. She will recover, but she needs rest."
"Do you know what she has?" Christian asked, fearing this woman would try to cure Satine of an incurable sickness.
"Yes, she has phenomena, which masquerades as consumption, it will not kill like consumption, but it could if it goes untreated."
"She has...what?"
"Phenomena, do I stutter, boy? Now I real-Bella!" she said, seeing Bella run up behind Christian, "what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Satine, mom, is she here?"
"No, she is at home, where I can care for her."
"May I come to you home to see her?" Christian asked
"No, she needs rest."
"But mom," came Bella, "This is Christian."
"Christian? So, you are the boy who kept our daughter from us. She was going to come home, but she wanted to stay with her beloved Christian."
"I am sor-"
"Don't you speak to me! You dirt! If it were not for you Satine might not be in the condition she is in! Never come to me house and I never, never want you to see my daughter again. If you ever darken our doorstep I will see to it hat you are put in jail, where you belong, and that you rot there!"
"I...But..." he trailed off
"Mother," said Bella, "you can't keep her from him, she loves him."
"Yes I can, I will make her forget him. With all the suitors I will have for her, she will never think of this Christian again." And she staked off
"I'm sorry Christian." Bella said, following her
'I can't let her get away.' He thought, 'I will find her again, and she will be mine. But how?'
How, that was the question. Christian rented a room in a local hotel and had a friend in Paris bring some of his things to him. He sat in the window of his room, thinking how could he get to her? If her mother hated him with such a passion, her father must be worse. But he loved her; he could not give up. While he sat in his window Satine was getting better.
"Mother, I'm fine, really."
"No you are not. You will stay in that bed until I say you may get up."
"Fine."
"Satine?"
"Yes Bella?"
"Mother, may I talk to Satine alone for a moment?"
"Yes, I have work to do in town anyway. But I want you to be brief, she needs her rest."
"Yes mother." She waited until she heard the door slam before she said, "I met Christian."
"You what?"
"Christian, I met him. When I want to find you at the Moulin Rouge he was there and I met him."
"How is he? Where is he? HE"S ALIVE?"
"Yes, he's alive, and he's in London at the moment, but he's a little worse for the ware."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Well, from what I can gather, since he thought you died four years ago, he wrote a book, it sold, he became rich, and then became an alcoholic."
"He's a what? An alcoholic? How can that be? He was always so reserved and...and..."
"I think he was devastated over you."
"Well, that's just perfect. Where is he? When can I see him?"
"There's the other problem, mother and father think you should stay away from him. When mother met him in town yesterday she said he if he ever came here she would have him put in jail."
"What? Why? He...he's not bad...he..."
"They blame him for you staying at the Moulin Rouge so long."
"They what? It was my choice...I..."
"That's not what they think. You have to convince them, I will go to him, but I don't know how long I can last before the alcoholism kicks in again."
"Alright, I will."
When she walked into him room Christian was sitting on the window, "Christian?" she said
"Yes?"
Oh thank god, he's not drunk, "Umm, I was just wondering how you were doing."
"Fine, I guess. But I have yet to figure out how to get to Satine." He said dreamily
"That is also the reason I am here. I told Satine you were in London."
"You what? I wanted to supprise her, how could you?" he said, just as if not more dreamily
"I-wait, what have you been doing?"
"Oh, nothing, just thinking." He said as he took a sip for a bottle with a green fairy on the side
"Christian! What are you doing? You can't drink at a time like this!"
"Why not? It helps me think!"
"No it doesn't! How can you say that?"
"Because......because......it just does, okay?"
"No, not okay! You need to get up and go get my sister!"
"You are right, but how? I can't just walk up to your house. Your mother will have me thrown in jail!"
"Fine! So find another way! But just sitting here and drinking will not help anything."
"You don't...It might...just leave, Bella. I can figure this out on my own."
"Fine, but if you are drunk the next time I come here, I'm not going to help you get my sister back, and then what will you do?" with that she slammed the door
'She's right, you know.' Said a voice in the back of his head, 'I know,' said another voice, 'but how can I get Satine back? Her mother won't allow it.'
"Maybe if I don't go to her house." He said to himself, "I can meet her in town when she is well." He thought on the matter some more, "Yes, that could work, I could have Bella tell her where to meet me, it's perfect!" 'And hey, I'm talking to myself,' he thought, 'so I must be either brilliant or crazy'
"So? How is he?" Satine asked
"He was......drunk when I got there." She saw the worried look on her sister's face, "But I think I turned him around. I think I said some things that got him mad enough at me to want to change what I think and find you."
"What did you say?"
"I basically told him that I thought he was a worthless, drunken bum, who could never get you back without my help."
"YOU SAID WHAT??? HOW COUL-"
"Satine!" came a voice from down stairs, "Stop yelling you need to rest!"
"Yes mother!" she called then lowered her voice, "How could you say those thing to my love?"
"Oh, I don't really think that," she said calmly, "But he was drunk so I figured it would not only help him get you back, but it would help him out of this slump."
"Fine, but how can you be sure?"
"I can't, but it's worth a shot, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
Back in Christian's room he was writing, something he had not done in a long time. He was righting a letter that he would give to Bella for Satine.
Satine, My Love,
I have missed you for so long, and I have waited to see you every day since, well, the day I thought you had died. But, I know you are alive and well and we can be together again! I have so much I want to talk to you about, but not here. I must see you; we need to be together. Bella tells me you are doing well in recovery, so if you are up to it, meet me at the Hide Away Café in town at midnight tomorrow night.
Your Love Always,
Christian
'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'perfect.'
Just as he was sealing the letter Bella came in, "Hello, Christian."
"Hello, Bella. I have something for you to give to Satine," he put the letter in her hands, "Here, and don't let your mother see."
"Of course I wont, do you think I'm stupid?"
"No, I just wanted to make sure..."
"Yes, well..." she locked eyes with him for one breathless second and looked away
Christian coughed, "Yes...well...umm..."
"I must be going." She said and hurried out
'What just happened?' she asked herself
'What just happened?' he asked himself
So? I really hope you liked it, please R&R!!
"Satine!" he called, "SATINE!"
The woman turned around, but she was not Satine, "Are you calling me? Because my name is not Satine, that is my daughter. My name is Anne."
"You...You're her mother?" he asked, stunned
"Yes." the woman who could have been Satine's twin answered
"Do...do you know where she is?"
"Yes, she is at my house, where she belongs. She is very sick; she needs fresh air and my care. She will recover, but she needs rest."
"Do you know what she has?" Christian asked, fearing this woman would try to cure Satine of an incurable sickness.
"Yes, she has phenomena, which masquerades as consumption, it will not kill like consumption, but it could if it goes untreated."
"She has...what?"
"Phenomena, do I stutter, boy? Now I real-Bella!" she said, seeing Bella run up behind Christian, "what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Satine, mom, is she here?"
"No, she is at home, where I can care for her."
"May I come to you home to see her?" Christian asked
"No, she needs rest."
"But mom," came Bella, "This is Christian."
"Christian? So, you are the boy who kept our daughter from us. She was going to come home, but she wanted to stay with her beloved Christian."
"I am sor-"
"Don't you speak to me! You dirt! If it were not for you Satine might not be in the condition she is in! Never come to me house and I never, never want you to see my daughter again. If you ever darken our doorstep I will see to it hat you are put in jail, where you belong, and that you rot there!"
"I...But..." he trailed off
"Mother," said Bella, "you can't keep her from him, she loves him."
"Yes I can, I will make her forget him. With all the suitors I will have for her, she will never think of this Christian again." And she staked off
"I'm sorry Christian." Bella said, following her
'I can't let her get away.' He thought, 'I will find her again, and she will be mine. But how?'
How, that was the question. Christian rented a room in a local hotel and had a friend in Paris bring some of his things to him. He sat in the window of his room, thinking how could he get to her? If her mother hated him with such a passion, her father must be worse. But he loved her; he could not give up. While he sat in his window Satine was getting better.
"Mother, I'm fine, really."
"No you are not. You will stay in that bed until I say you may get up."
"Fine."
"Satine?"
"Yes Bella?"
"Mother, may I talk to Satine alone for a moment?"
"Yes, I have work to do in town anyway. But I want you to be brief, she needs her rest."
"Yes mother." She waited until she heard the door slam before she said, "I met Christian."
"You what?"
"Christian, I met him. When I want to find you at the Moulin Rouge he was there and I met him."
"How is he? Where is he? HE"S ALIVE?"
"Yes, he's alive, and he's in London at the moment, but he's a little worse for the ware."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Well, from what I can gather, since he thought you died four years ago, he wrote a book, it sold, he became rich, and then became an alcoholic."
"He's a what? An alcoholic? How can that be? He was always so reserved and...and..."
"I think he was devastated over you."
"Well, that's just perfect. Where is he? When can I see him?"
"There's the other problem, mother and father think you should stay away from him. When mother met him in town yesterday she said he if he ever came here she would have him put in jail."
"What? Why? He...he's not bad...he..."
"They blame him for you staying at the Moulin Rouge so long."
"They what? It was my choice...I..."
"That's not what they think. You have to convince them, I will go to him, but I don't know how long I can last before the alcoholism kicks in again."
"Alright, I will."
When she walked into him room Christian was sitting on the window, "Christian?" she said
"Yes?"
Oh thank god, he's not drunk, "Umm, I was just wondering how you were doing."
"Fine, I guess. But I have yet to figure out how to get to Satine." He said dreamily
"That is also the reason I am here. I told Satine you were in London."
"You what? I wanted to supprise her, how could you?" he said, just as if not more dreamily
"I-wait, what have you been doing?"
"Oh, nothing, just thinking." He said as he took a sip for a bottle with a green fairy on the side
"Christian! What are you doing? You can't drink at a time like this!"
"Why not? It helps me think!"
"No it doesn't! How can you say that?"
"Because......because......it just does, okay?"
"No, not okay! You need to get up and go get my sister!"
"You are right, but how? I can't just walk up to your house. Your mother will have me thrown in jail!"
"Fine! So find another way! But just sitting here and drinking will not help anything."
"You don't...It might...just leave, Bella. I can figure this out on my own."
"Fine, but if you are drunk the next time I come here, I'm not going to help you get my sister back, and then what will you do?" with that she slammed the door
'She's right, you know.' Said a voice in the back of his head, 'I know,' said another voice, 'but how can I get Satine back? Her mother won't allow it.'
"Maybe if I don't go to her house." He said to himself, "I can meet her in town when she is well." He thought on the matter some more, "Yes, that could work, I could have Bella tell her where to meet me, it's perfect!" 'And hey, I'm talking to myself,' he thought, 'so I must be either brilliant or crazy'
"So? How is he?" Satine asked
"He was......drunk when I got there." She saw the worried look on her sister's face, "But I think I turned him around. I think I said some things that got him mad enough at me to want to change what I think and find you."
"What did you say?"
"I basically told him that I thought he was a worthless, drunken bum, who could never get you back without my help."
"YOU SAID WHAT??? HOW COUL-"
"Satine!" came a voice from down stairs, "Stop yelling you need to rest!"
"Yes mother!" she called then lowered her voice, "How could you say those thing to my love?"
"Oh, I don't really think that," she said calmly, "But he was drunk so I figured it would not only help him get you back, but it would help him out of this slump."
"Fine, but how can you be sure?"
"I can't, but it's worth a shot, eh?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
Back in Christian's room he was writing, something he had not done in a long time. He was righting a letter that he would give to Bella for Satine.
Satine, My Love,
I have missed you for so long, and I have waited to see you every day since, well, the day I thought you had died. But, I know you are alive and well and we can be together again! I have so much I want to talk to you about, but not here. I must see you; we need to be together. Bella tells me you are doing well in recovery, so if you are up to it, meet me at the Hide Away Café in town at midnight tomorrow night.
Your Love Always,
Christian
'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'perfect.'
Just as he was sealing the letter Bella came in, "Hello, Christian."
"Hello, Bella. I have something for you to give to Satine," he put the letter in her hands, "Here, and don't let your mother see."
"Of course I wont, do you think I'm stupid?"
"No, I just wanted to make sure..."
"Yes, well..." she locked eyes with him for one breathless second and looked away
Christian coughed, "Yes...well...umm..."
"I must be going." She said and hurried out
'What just happened?' she asked herself
'What just happened?' he asked himself
So? I really hope you liked it, please R&R!!