3 Months Later
Roxanne's POV
We had just returned from a spectacular hunting trip. Emmett had made us all laugh when he had spotted two bears and was turning his head from side to side trying to decide which was bigger.
Then I saw the date on the TV. I swallowed hard. Bugger! I hadn't booked the tickets yet. Today was the day I saw the man I loved for the last time.
Edward looked up. He walked over to me and pulled me into his arms. Jasper came up behind me and hugged me too.
"We'll book the tickets for you. What's this place called again?" said Edward in the softest tone I had heard him use.
"Montmartre. It's in Paris."
"What happened there Roxanne?" asked Esme, her kind voice laced with curiosity.
"It was 1899. The summer of the bohemian revolution. I ran away from my home when I was 15. Got on a ferry to France. I never looked back. Truth, beauty, freedom and love. The revolution was amazing. But I needed employment. I was living in Montmartre. It was beautiful. Then Harold Zidler found me and took me in under his wing. They called us his Diamond Dogs. I was calling myself Satine then. They called me the 'sparkling diamond'. I loved it. But then I died and I never saw the man I loved ever again."
There was a collective gasp. I snickered. This was the usual reaction I got when I told people I used to be a can-can dancer at the Moulin Rouge. I rolled my eyes.
"Are you serious? You poor thing!" Rosalie exclaimed.
I lowered my eyes. Edward held the tickets out to me. I flitted upstairs and packed a bag quickly.
I disappeared out of the door. This was the one tradition I had upheld. Every year I visited the Moulin Rouge, came home, and watched Moulin Rouge! while crying. I had been to Christian, Toulouse and Harold's funerals. I missed them all. I missed the Moulin Rouge. Nini, the Argentinean with Narcolepsy. All of them. In a way, I even missed the Duke. Oh dear God did I really just say that!? I was losing it. By this time I was racing down the drive in Edwards Volvo. I had a long dress in my bag and the keys to a flat I never could let go of. I was on my way to Montmartre. To everything I had left behind. To the Moulin Rouge...
Dun Dun Dahhh!!!
Ok the crossover type of the story changed from Primeval to Moulin Rouge about halfway through and Rose's name changed to Roxanne...
I promise that it was all for the greater good!
Don't hate me! I love you!
XOXO
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