Writing this fanfiction is almost harder then writing an original sequel. I am so afraid that the thoughts won't portray Christian right. I know I can't be doing it to badly because of all the amazing reviews. Thanks for them all.

Liz- I don't want to include to many people's thoughts because then it would get confusing. I think maybe later on I'll include other character's thoughts, but first I have to get through this.

Paper Backed Hearts-Ok I did it. I took you advice and did Roxanne, the scene I think is the most dramatic. I hope I don't disappoint you.

Romance-luvver222- Christian isn't so sweet and loving in this, he is kinda angry. But he has every right to be. We forgive him anyway and will continue to love him.

Disclaimer- Tear Nuttin, nuttin at all. Not even Christian.

Roxanne

I'm sitting here in the hall while Satine gives herself to that monster, and it is all my fault. I had to scream that she didn't love him. I had to give it all away. Everyone fears the Duke knows the truth because of me. Satine is using herself to save me, my ending, and everyone at the Moulin Rouge. Absinthe is the only thing that can ease my pain and guilt.

NINI: Don't worry, Shakespeare! You'll get your ending. Once the Duke gets his……end……in.

That bitch. I cannot believe her. She told him. It was her who told the Duke about Satine and I. And now... now she has to rub it in. I wish I could rip Nini to pieces. She doesn't deserve to sit here and gloat while Satine does this all to save our ass's.

NINI: You keep your hands off me!

ARGENTINEAN: Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends bad!

Thank you for that brilliant observation. This will end bad, and there is nothing I can do about it. I cannot stand this. I cannot take the pain I feel inside. Or the stares of everyone around me waiting for me to crack. Now what is the Argentinian doing?

ARGENTINEAN: We have a dance! In the brothels of Buenos Aires.

What is he doing? I don't like where this is going, but something is telling me to follow him. To listen to what he is saying, and watch what he does. I will just watch him as I head for the door.

ARGENTINEAN: Tells the story of a prostitute

Let them laugh. Let her laugh. She knows nothing but evil and wickedness anyway.

ARGENTINEAN: And a man who falls in love with her.

He is making a fool of me. But I am a fool. A fool for feeling like this when I knew this would what was coming. I have to get out of here. Away from my thoughts, away from the dancing, and away from the music.

ARGENTINIAN: First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal! When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there is no love! Jealousy……

I am telling myself to move but I cannot draw my eyes away from Nini and the Argentinian. I don't want to listen, but I can't help it. Everything he is saying is true. I know she lied to me about where she was the night before I wrote Come What May. And she says she loves me, but do I know it is really true? How do I know if she is not just toying with my heart, like she has done so many others? I don't think I could take the pain of her betrayal.

ARGENTINIAN: Yes, jealousy will drive you mad!

I am going mad. Mad with jealously and hatred. I have never hated anyone as much as I hated the Duke for taking Satine away. I want him to feel the pain I feel, and to be cast aside as I am. I want him to suffer like no man has suffered before. Yes I am mad. Mad with hatred for the Duke!

ARGENTINIAN: ROXANNE YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT ON THAT RED LIGHT WALK THE STREETS FOR MONEY YOU DON'T CARE IF IT'S WRONG OR IF IT IS RIGHT

I will not cry, or shout. Not here with everyone watching. I must be strong. I must wear the same mask Satine always has on to cover her real feelings. I must hide my anguish.

ARGENTINIAN: ROXANNE YOU DON'T HAVE TO WEAR THAT DRESS TONIGHT
ROXANNE YOU DON'T HAVE TO SELL YOUR BODY TO THE NIGHT

I cannot stop thinking of them together. Picturing him having her as I want her, and her giving him her all. I cannot keep these feelings inside any longer. I might as well let my voice join the Argentinian's and vent my feelings to the night.

CHRISTIAN: His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin.

I see them together so clearly. Her eyes are dull, while his are full of lust.

CHRISTIAN: It's more than I can stand

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

CHRISTIAN: Why does my heart cry?

I have to get out of here. I need to be alone to drown in the pain.

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

CHRISTIAN: Feelings I can't fight?

I love her, but does she even care about me? How can I know? I would never be able to survive if I found out she didn't care about m, after all this time together.

CHRISTIAN: You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me, and please believe me when I say I LOVE YOU!

Everyone is silent as I reach the door. Maybe they are afraid I will do something stupid, and maybe I will. Maybe they are relieved I am going and hope I will leave for good, and maybe I should. I don't' know what to do.

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

CHRISTIAN: Why does my heart cry?

The night air, which is usually so calming torments me. It pulls me towards the one place I refuse to set my eyes on. The one place I cannot be.

ARGENTINEAN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT ON THAT RED LIGHT. ROXANNE

CHRISTIAN: Feelings I can't fight.

Don't do this to yourself Christian. Don't go only to watch in agony.

ARGENTINEAN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO YOUR HAIR TONIGHT. ROXANNE CHRISTIAN: You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me and please believe me when I say I LOVE YOU!

Some force other then my own will is pulling my eyes up to the tower. She's there with him. Get off of her neck you bastard. I want to rip the hands that are touching my love. I cannot draw my eyes away, as the anger is boiling inside of me.

SATINE: Come what may.

My mind is playing tricks on my. I swear I hear her sing our song, but it is just my heart crying out.

SATINE: I will love you till my dying... day.

I cannot watch anymore. Finally I can pry my eyes away. All my anger has left my body. Now all I feel is pain and sorrow. No longer do I wish to hurt the Duke, I just want him gone. I want to have our happy ending, just me and Satine.

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

I walk the steps to my garrat. The steps we walked together, and then made our way through my room to the bed. This is our place, our life. A life that doesn't include the Duke. The jealousy is back with more pain and anger then before. I HATE THE DUKE!

CHRISTIAN: Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight.

I can see the Gothic Tower from my window. They are not on the balcony anymore, and the curtains are drawn. I cannot help but think of what they are doing inside.

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

CHORUS: WHY DOES MY HEART CRY?

ARGENTINEAN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT ON THAT RED LIGHT

CHORUS: FEELINGS I CAN'T FIGHT?

This feeling is new to me. So much jealousy is coursing through me right now. I feel like Othello right before he strangles Desdemona. An innocent lover thrown into chaos and pain because of jealousy, with no way to stop the spiraling.

ARGENTINEAN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO WEAR THAT DRESS TONIGHT

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

I'm screaming out the window in agonizing jealousy and I can't stop. The pain is eating me away from the inside. I want to throw myself out of this window and break my body into a million pieces, just like my heart is breaking now.

CHORUS: FEELINGS I CAN'T FIGHT?

ARGENTINEAN: ROXANNE

Instead of throwing myself out of the window I threw my mother's vase against the wall. Satine loved that vase, and now is broken just like my heart. It calmed me down a little, but my heart is still racing. Sadness is engulfing me once again. The tears I held back all night finally came. Someone is pounding up the steps. It is probably one of the Bohemians coming to make sure I don't commit suicide. It's Satine!

SATINE: I couldn't! I couldn't go through with it!

She didn't sleep with the Duke. I was wrong to not trust her. I love her so much, and she loves me.

SATINE: I saw you there and I felt terribly and I couldn't pretend.

I love having her in my arms, knowing she is mine. I have never loved anything as much as having her.

SATINE: And the Duke, he saw! He saw and he……and he…… Christian, I love you. CHRISTIAN: It's okay……

She really loves me. But she is so upset. I have to let her know that I won't let anything happen to her.

SATINE: And I couldn't do it; I didn't want to pretend anymore. I didn't want to lie, I don't want……

She doesn't want to be a courtesan anymore. She would give it all up for me. Her dreams of acting, and singing, and fame. She would give it all up for me.

SATINE: And he knows. He knows, he saw……

The Duke knows. We can't stay here with him around. He will take her away and never let her go. We have to leave. We have to leave tonight.

CHRISTIAN: It's all right. You don't have to pretend anymore. We'll leave. We'll leave tonight.

I like they way that sounds. Us together, away from the Moulin Rouge.

SATINE: Leave? But……the show……

CHRISTIAN: I don't care. I don't care about the show. We have each other, and that's all that matters.

She was the only reason I stayed on with the show this long anyway. I just hope she will agree to leave too. I know how much this show means to her.

SATINE: Yes. As long as we have each other……We have each other.

She agreed. We are leaving. She has to get her stuff now, and we have to leave as soon as possible. She can't walk around like she is, half naked. No she must be covered. Where is my jacket? She can wear that until she gets to her room to change. How is she going to get to her room? The Duke could be waiting. Chocolat can take her. Yes Chocolat can get them there unseen.

CHRISTIAN: Chocolat, take Miss Satine to her dressing room and get the things she needs. No one must see you, do you understand?

CHOCOLAT: I understand.

CHRISTIAN: Darling, you go and pack. And I'll be waiting.

She is actually excited about leaving. I can see it in her eyes. We are leaving together. We will be together forever. I cannot help but kiss her. I love the way she kisses me back, the way she lets me know she wants me. God I want her. I love her so much.

CHRISTIAN: I love you.

I can't help but smile as I watch her run towards the elephant with Chocolat. We are running away together, and that makes me the luckiest, happiest man alive. She smiled at me before she went into the elephant and my heart flew away. This is love, and this is what the meaning of life is.

Okay. I did it. This is the first really dramatic scene I did. I know I added some stuff in but I thought it worked. Now it is your turn to be dramatic, and let me know how I did (aka. review,)