Here's a new chapter as promised! Thank you so much 'I give it all to
Mr.Black' for the wicked review, I've kept you're suggestions in mind, and
thanks to Tani as well I understand what you mean about the love/death
thing you're totally right so I have an idea. I don't want to give to much
away but they think the wrong thing now but as time goes on they discover
the right thing (do you see what I mean?), say no more. Please continue
reviewing everyone, all comments are much appreciated, Hollyxxx,
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He suddenly felt a wave of anger strike him and grabbed a lamp, being the nearest thing to him,
'Christian what are you-' Satine was interrupted by the crash of the lamp smashing against the wall behind her.
Christian let out a painful cry at the top of his lungs which, for a moment, helped. It didn't prevent that horrible feeling from coming back though, a feeling of hate, lose, anger, a feeling Christian had never experienced before. Satine stood frozen. She felt quite frightened with Christian's behaviour even though she knew she shouldn't,
'Don't worry, I'll go back, OK? I'll go back to the Moulin Rouge.'
Christian began to whimper. He slumped on to the bed and held his hands over his face ashamed of his sadness. Satine's fright turned into sympathy, she moved over next him and gently rubbed his back.
'I don't want to lose you'-Satine jumped slightly as he spoke, still conscious that he might have another rush of anger. She let out a small sigh of relief and moved her arm around him so he could rest his head on her shoulder.
'It's really late now, Christian I better go, who knows what they think I'm up to! Ha!' Her attempt to cheer him up failed miserably and her laughter slowly died out.
'I'm going, I'm going' she said determinedly. She got up, kissed him on the head and headed towards the door. Christian, realising she was actually being serious, grabbed hold of her arm,
'I love you, stay safe won't you? I'll be waiting for you here. Don't let Harold change your mind'
Satine smiled, 'bye'. She blew a kiss and swiftly closed the door behind her. 'This was going to have to be good' she thought as she jogged down the stairway, 'How can I pull this off?.....Just don't get caught, don't get caught' She kept that thought in mind on her short journey back to the Moulin Rouge. the prison.
Five minutes after she had got in the room where earlier on that day she'd found out.everything.She let out a gasp thinking over it all and put her hand on her chest trying to steady her breathing. 'It'll be alright, it'll be alright' She reassured herself. She decided to leave it a while before packing, she expected a visit from Harold at any moment, she'd noticed him from the window of his office on her way in. At that very moment she heard a creak as the door opened. Harold moved slowly into the room,
'How did he take it? You were gone quite a while, we were worried' He said in a dark tone, staying alert because he had no idea what state she was in,
'Harold, what a pleasant surprise!' Not bothering to look, instead keeping her back to him and removing her make up as though un-surprised at his entry. She had decided to switch into her strong mood, she wouldn't be able to cope any other way,
'Don't play games with me Satine' He read her mind at once and found it very irritating, he had stayed up this late for her, he was tired and didn't want to mess around., 'What happened?' He said impatiently,
Satine turned around and walked slowly across the room to him, looking him straight in the eye,
'Christian, he, he'-'Think, think, think'-'He err. Christian tried to hurt.hurt himself. I was so long because I had to stop him. I told him that he should go somewhere else, start a new life' Everything began to flow and as the story moved on Satine's confidence grew. She began to move her arms wildly around the air. 'I told him he didn't deserve me, that he should be out there, around the world, meeting real women, writing stories, poems, songs' Then her face and arms dropped, 'After a few hours or so I managed to convince him. He hated me in the end, he told me to go, to leave him alone and literally just pushed me out!' She raised her eyebrows and let out a small 'hmm' of triumph, then realised something, 'I know it's for the best, you were right Harold, you were right'. She turned her back to him and bowed her head as if in sadness but secretly smirking.
'I see.well I'm very sorry that it had to end this way Satine. Maybe this will teach you a lesson for the future' He said softly, his last sentence made into a question.
'Yes it has' She turned around and smiled at him sensitively
'Anyway.I won't keep you, you need your sleep tonight I'm sure'
'I certainly do!'
'Goodnight'. Harold watched Satine suspiciously as he shut the door, not completely satisfied with her story and watching in case she did anything that would give her away. Satine stood still and smiled until she was sure he had began walking down the corridor. 'Bye' She said sarcastically along with a sarcastic little wave and smirked, 'Well that's stage one over and done with' She thought, 'I've got to wait before I pack, got to wait'. But her longing to see Christian became unbearable and before she knew it a suitcase was on the bed and half her outfits were packed. She was so happy, nothing mattered, nothing, not even the threat of death shadowing over her, she was living for the moment and in a few moments time she would be with him. The love of her life and all she was living for. Christian.
'Where is she?' He whispered, pacing the room. His bags were packed, his typewriter sitting on top of a suitcase ready to be sold in the nearest pawnshop. He realised he had grown quite fond of that typewriter. It had been there through all that had happened since he came to Paris. He couldn't decide a reasonable price for it, it was priceless to him. If everything went to plan then one day he'll come back here and prey it's still there, in the shop. He'd buy it back no matter what price it was, money wouldn't matter to him anyway, he'd be rich by that time.
Satine crept along the pitch-black hallway, her hands full of all sorts of expensive bags and a single giant suitcase. She couldn't hear a sound from anywhere and instead of creeping she began to stride along, head held up high and a big smile on her face. Then she heard a door open behind her; she turned around immediately and accidentally dropped a bag while doing it.
'Trying to escape are we?'
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He suddenly felt a wave of anger strike him and grabbed a lamp, being the nearest thing to him,
'Christian what are you-' Satine was interrupted by the crash of the lamp smashing against the wall behind her.
Christian let out a painful cry at the top of his lungs which, for a moment, helped. It didn't prevent that horrible feeling from coming back though, a feeling of hate, lose, anger, a feeling Christian had never experienced before. Satine stood frozen. She felt quite frightened with Christian's behaviour even though she knew she shouldn't,
'Don't worry, I'll go back, OK? I'll go back to the Moulin Rouge.'
Christian began to whimper. He slumped on to the bed and held his hands over his face ashamed of his sadness. Satine's fright turned into sympathy, she moved over next him and gently rubbed his back.
'I don't want to lose you'-Satine jumped slightly as he spoke, still conscious that he might have another rush of anger. She let out a small sigh of relief and moved her arm around him so he could rest his head on her shoulder.
'It's really late now, Christian I better go, who knows what they think I'm up to! Ha!' Her attempt to cheer him up failed miserably and her laughter slowly died out.
'I'm going, I'm going' she said determinedly. She got up, kissed him on the head and headed towards the door. Christian, realising she was actually being serious, grabbed hold of her arm,
'I love you, stay safe won't you? I'll be waiting for you here. Don't let Harold change your mind'
Satine smiled, 'bye'. She blew a kiss and swiftly closed the door behind her. 'This was going to have to be good' she thought as she jogged down the stairway, 'How can I pull this off?.....Just don't get caught, don't get caught' She kept that thought in mind on her short journey back to the Moulin Rouge. the prison.
Five minutes after she had got in the room where earlier on that day she'd found out.everything.She let out a gasp thinking over it all and put her hand on her chest trying to steady her breathing. 'It'll be alright, it'll be alright' She reassured herself. She decided to leave it a while before packing, she expected a visit from Harold at any moment, she'd noticed him from the window of his office on her way in. At that very moment she heard a creak as the door opened. Harold moved slowly into the room,
'How did he take it? You were gone quite a while, we were worried' He said in a dark tone, staying alert because he had no idea what state she was in,
'Harold, what a pleasant surprise!' Not bothering to look, instead keeping her back to him and removing her make up as though un-surprised at his entry. She had decided to switch into her strong mood, she wouldn't be able to cope any other way,
'Don't play games with me Satine' He read her mind at once and found it very irritating, he had stayed up this late for her, he was tired and didn't want to mess around., 'What happened?' He said impatiently,
Satine turned around and walked slowly across the room to him, looking him straight in the eye,
'Christian, he, he'-'Think, think, think'-'He err. Christian tried to hurt.hurt himself. I was so long because I had to stop him. I told him that he should go somewhere else, start a new life' Everything began to flow and as the story moved on Satine's confidence grew. She began to move her arms wildly around the air. 'I told him he didn't deserve me, that he should be out there, around the world, meeting real women, writing stories, poems, songs' Then her face and arms dropped, 'After a few hours or so I managed to convince him. He hated me in the end, he told me to go, to leave him alone and literally just pushed me out!' She raised her eyebrows and let out a small 'hmm' of triumph, then realised something, 'I know it's for the best, you were right Harold, you were right'. She turned her back to him and bowed her head as if in sadness but secretly smirking.
'I see.well I'm very sorry that it had to end this way Satine. Maybe this will teach you a lesson for the future' He said softly, his last sentence made into a question.
'Yes it has' She turned around and smiled at him sensitively
'Anyway.I won't keep you, you need your sleep tonight I'm sure'
'I certainly do!'
'Goodnight'. Harold watched Satine suspiciously as he shut the door, not completely satisfied with her story and watching in case she did anything that would give her away. Satine stood still and smiled until she was sure he had began walking down the corridor. 'Bye' She said sarcastically along with a sarcastic little wave and smirked, 'Well that's stage one over and done with' She thought, 'I've got to wait before I pack, got to wait'. But her longing to see Christian became unbearable and before she knew it a suitcase was on the bed and half her outfits were packed. She was so happy, nothing mattered, nothing, not even the threat of death shadowing over her, she was living for the moment and in a few moments time she would be with him. The love of her life and all she was living for. Christian.
'Where is she?' He whispered, pacing the room. His bags were packed, his typewriter sitting on top of a suitcase ready to be sold in the nearest pawnshop. He realised he had grown quite fond of that typewriter. It had been there through all that had happened since he came to Paris. He couldn't decide a reasonable price for it, it was priceless to him. If everything went to plan then one day he'll come back here and prey it's still there, in the shop. He'd buy it back no matter what price it was, money wouldn't matter to him anyway, he'd be rich by that time.
Satine crept along the pitch-black hallway, her hands full of all sorts of expensive bags and a single giant suitcase. She couldn't hear a sound from anywhere and instead of creeping she began to stride along, head held up high and a big smile on her face. Then she heard a door open behind her; she turned around immediately and accidentally dropped a bag while doing it.
'Trying to escape are we?'