Well hello there.. im here listening to Phantom songs.. and writing moulin rouge fanfics..lol, its the COOL thing to do..lol, well..enjoy!

The next morning Helena woke up naked next to the man she had stayed with for quiet a while now. She barelly remembered coming home, let alone how THIS happened. Suddenly he began stroking her face, she was confused and nervous, but smiled none the less. "I love you.." He whispered still not yet opening his eyes, "Uh.." she opened her mouth to speak but words could not come out. "I love you..satine.." he said once again. These words hit her like a ton of bricks. She sat right up and covered her bare body with the blanket, she looked around frantically for her clothes. She didn't care where she went or what had happened, she just had to get out of there.

Christian woke up and seen her sitting up. When he woke up more fully and realized that he was looking at her bare back, he to sat right up. "Wh..where are you goin..wha..what happened?.." he asked in a daze. "I need to leave" she answered without looking at him.

No words were spoken after this, she put clothes on and with out giving him one glance, she left the apartment. Christian sat on the ground overcome with emotion he didn't know if he should laugh or cry, weep or jump for joy. He chose to sit. He felt like he was about to explode with confusion. Suddenly thoughts started float into his head about the night. He remembered what had happened.

He got his clothes on, set up his type writer..pulled a chair beside the window and began to write.

After Helena left the apartment she walked towards the park. She began to remember what had happened during the night. She was so happy and sad at the same time, she felt as though she had made a HUGE mistake. "He could never love me the same as I love him..she has his heart" she thought to herself. A silent tear ran down her pale flawless cheek. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Breath, just breath."

When she finally reached the park she sat down at the bench and stared off into her world of beautiful nothingness, blocking out the sounds of the world around her. But her world was inturupted by a firmilar voice behind her. She turned around and a man was standing there. He was of normal height with brown hair and peircing green eyes. "Why Helena, fancy seeing you here" he said in a sarcastic tone. "Step away from me David" She said through her teeth. "But my dear, I have been looking for you.. why don't you inform me as to where you have been for this past while. " he said while walking towards her. "David, I sware don't touch me or", "Oh Helena.." he said while inerupting her, "I had almost forgotten how naive you are, now come back with me.. you know you don't belong here.. you belong with me. Don't think your fooling me, if you have found someone, don't think its real! No one will ever love you, Im the only one who can help you, this "man" only thinks of you as a night of pleasure. Who in there right mind would love you? Now come..before you make a total fool of yourself" He said while grabbing her arm.

His poisoning words had began to affect her mind, but then she looked towards Christians apartment and surprisingly saw him throught the window. This gave her, her courage back. "No" she said while pulling her arm away. "I will not go with you" she then ran off not looking behind her. She was to frightened to, he had the power to manipulate her into doing anything. Not this time. she began to run towards Christians apartment again when suddenly she was stopped again. A man with a chubby build and curly red hair had stopped her. "May I have a word with you? It will only be a second" he said. Not knowing how exactly to respond she agreed, and he lead her into the Moulin Rouge.

He lead her into his office and offered her a chair. "My name is Harold Zidler, have you heard of me?" he asked, she shook her head. "Oh, well.. im a friend of Christians, I asume you know him pritty well?" she nodded. "Well.." he started, "I was also a friend of Satine, have you heard of her?" he asked, there was silence until Helena spoke, "well, not exactly, I..I've read about her.. and...I, I've seen pictures, but i've never exactly heard people speak of her out loud..no.." she said while looking at the floor.

"I see" Harold said with a look of disapointment on his face. "Well, Christian and Satine were lovers. He loved her very much, more then you could ever know, and she loved him just the same. Now, I know you have recently befriended Christain and I thought you should know this. Because, I saw the way you looked at him. So I wanted to tell you that..I...I wanted to tell you that.." Harold said while choking at his tears. "..that, unless you can handle just being friends with him, you can never see Christian again, because I could never forgive him, or you. I know we have just met miss, but bad things could happen if you to got involved."

She sat with a terrorfied look in her eyes that she tried to hide. Harold looked around trying to distract himself from the tears building up. It was almost like he had been forced to say it. Suddenly with a jump, he spoke, "WELL, I have some things I must attend to, it was nice talking to you." Helena nodded politly then turned and left never taking her eyes off the floor. She walked outside and thought about what had just happened. "He will never love me.. he isn't capable.. its to late for me and him." she thought to herself. While standing up. She had no place to go and it was begining to get cold. She had no one else to turn to. She went to David.

Well, sorry for the wait, and sorry for the disapointment in this chapter, I don't no what it is.. but I just read it over, and I don't like it... oh well... Adieu..