Love and War
A/N Here I go again, starting a story, which will probably never get finished.
Historical note:
This story takes place somewhere around 1901. The war I am sending Christian to is a fictitious war, and I do not mean to offend anyone. So don't take me seriously there was no war between France and Britain at the time of this story. I didn't write about world war one because I haven't learned about it in school yet as I wont be in grade 10 until September. So I do not want to get flamed for being historically inaccurate.
Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to Moulin Rouge, my brain would have to be larger than the size of a peanut, which it isn't.
With all that said I hope you will enjoy my fanfiction
It was early morning, and the train station was filled with soldiers and their families bidding tearful train station goodbyes. Satine stood awkwardly in the center of it all, dreading the moment when the train would roll into the station and whisk Christian far away from her.
Christian slipped his arms around her and held her close to him. She sighed happily, loving the feeling of his warm strong arms around her. Would this be the last time he held her? She gazed into his eyes, finding the same unspoken fear.
She then felt an undeniable urge to cling to him. Which she did, and soon she broke out into sobs. She couldn't lose him, he meant so much to her.
As she cried Christian rocked her, trying to provide some comfort. "I love you." He whispered, his voice quivering with fear. He didn't want to be separated from her.
Then, with an ear-piercing shriek the train pulled up to the platform, causing smoke to billow everywhere. It was, unfortunately time to say, goodbye.
Christian kissed Satine once more, but this time on the lips. It was one of his signature kisses, loving and tender, yet fuelled with passion and desire. These kisses always left the two of them breathless.
"Come what may?" He asked, needing reassurance that everything would be all right.
"Come what may." She whispered firmly, not wanting him to hear her fear, that would make his worse.
"All aboard!" Hollered the conductor.
"Goodbye my love." Christian whispered shakily, then he turned and started walking away from her.
"No, don't go just, just stay here with me, you don't need to fight in this stupid war, what about your bohemian ideals! Please stay!" Screamed Satine in her mind, but all she said was;"I love you Christian, be careful."
Christian was nearly on the train, when he spun around and ran back to her. Pulling her into his arms.
"When this damn war ends," He whispered into her ear, as tears streamed down his face, "I swear on my life, I will never leave your side again." He held her close for a moment, hearing her breathe, feeling her heart beat, then reluctantly he let her go and headed back to the train.
Satine did not know how long she stood on the platform after the train disappeared from sight, but she realized she hated Christian's father even more now. After all if it had not been for him Christian wouldn't b in this stupid war.
The day Satine truly started hating Christian's father was not the day the old man refused to help them pay for Satine's treatment, though it did cause her to harbor some negative feelings towards him. The day she truly began to hate Albert James was the day the letter arrived.
Satine and Christian were sitting at the breakfast table one morning eating porridge. Satine had just begun her perusal of the paper, but was already frowning. "War between England and France seems more eminent as time passes." Proclaimed the headlines of the front page. Satine did not know what to make of the probable war. She had been born in London and lived there until her mother died (she had to have been seven or eight at the time of the tragic event), and came to Paris with her father, only to be sold like a cheap unwanted item to Harold Ziddler so that her father could pay off Gambling debts. Now Satine lived with Christian in a nice little cottage in the English countryside.
Before Christian she had never felt at home in any of the two countries. For her, home wasn't the country in which she was a citizen of, but rather, wherever Christian was. She glanced up at her beloved husband and was surprised to find a scowl on his face, as he glanced down at something...
"Christian what's wrong?" He looked up at her; his face twisted in anger, and held up a letter.
"You know Satine, sometimes, like now for instance, I hate my father, no I loathe him." Christian proclaimed shaking his head.
"Christian." He avoided Satine's blue eyes. "Tell Me," She whispered softly. Christian sighed, and looked at her.
"My father has enlisted me in the army, and if there is a war, then I have to go and fight the French." Satine gasped. She got up from her seat and sat in Christian's lap, leaning into his arms.
"Why would he do this to you? Doesn't he care that we're happy?" Satine wondered aloud.
Christian did not respond he too could not comprehend his father's reasoning.
A short time after the letter arrived war was declared.
The night before Christian was to go away, the two of them lay awake in bed wrapped in each others arms, silence and fear hovered unpleasantly on the air.
" I wish you didn't have to go" Satine murmured breaking the silence silence.
"So do I." Christian whispered with a sigh. His chin was resting on Satine's head, and tears trickled from his cheeks into her hair.
"I wish this stupid war didn't exist." Satine's voice was breaking, and tears threatened to fall. "I'm scared Christian. I don't want to lose you. I just wish this was all a nightmare that I could wake from." She could no longer hold the tears and began weeping.
"Oh no! Don't you start too, I'm already blubbering like a baby." He tried to smile, tried to laugh too, but failed miserably. "Please try and be happy for me, your pain will make mine worse."
" I am trying. I am." She whispered sadly.
"So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go." He sang brushing away her tears, and blinking back his own. "Cause I'm leaving on a steam train, don't know if I'll be back again, oh babe I hate to go."
"If you don't want to go, then don't! We, we can move to America, we can change our names... then you won't have to go to war, and I won't have to worry about losing you." Satine cried out, sitting up in bed.
"Darling, you know we can't do that. Technically that would be deserting, and you know what they do to those who desert."
Satine fell back onto the pillow. With her back turned to Christian, she began to cry. Christian turned her over so she was looking at him.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you tomorrow I'll miss you," He sang softly, and sadly. "Remember I'll always be true. And then while I'm away I'll write home everyday and I'll send all my loving to you." He brushed a few stray hairs from her face.
"I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing and hope that my dreams will come true. And then while I'm away I'll write home everyday and I'll send all my loving to you."
"Yeah you'll write to me everyday, but then one day the letters will stop, because you'll be dead. That's what will happened that's what always happens!" She cried.
"All my loving I will send to you, all my loving darling I'll be true." He sang in response.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you tomorrow I'll miss you remember I'll always be true, and then while I'm away I'll write home everyday and I'll send all my loving to you." Satine's eyes began to droop, but she couldn't fall asleep, these could be the last few hours she had left with Christian.
"All my loving I will send to you. All my loving darling I'll be true. All my loving, all my loving, oo, all my loving I will send to you."
As the last note of his song died, Christian gazed into Satine's watery eyes. "I will come back to you. Why wouldn't I?" He tried to laugh, " Nothing not even death could keep me from you. I will love you until the end of time." She smiled a little.
"Try and get some rest my love it's late." Christian whispered as he snuggled up to her, but neither of them slept that night.
Satine headed home, which wouldn't really be home with Christian gone. Only time could tell if Christian would return to her.
A/N: There it is chapter one! God that took forever to type out, I have had it and chapter two written by hand since I was at my cottage but typing this out took ages.
Songs used:
: Leaving on a jet plane (words altered) by: I don't know who
All my loving by: The Beatles (gotta love em' )
And come what may (well sort of) and if you don't know who that's by I'm not telling.
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