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Replaying Past	By : RubyNatulieLee Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own or make any sort of money off of this based story. I only own the charaters of Esme Lonsdale, Eddy and his sister Crystal, The wig maker, Nicolas and the three boys from Sandor's gang. Everything else I do not own nor belong to me. ]

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The morning light showed itself to the town. The warm rays brushing along the cold ground, seeping its way through winters breath. Within one of the many little room of the theater, Esme laid upon Erik. Their bodies entwine. Her cheek laid nuzzled on his shoulder, her left hand, nestled on his even slow moving chest. Her body stirred from its deep slumber, letting it wake in a dull soreness that lingered between her legs. Her mind started to rise from its misted thoughts, as her eyes opened, her blurred vision slowly coming clear, letting her see, the only proof to tell her it was no dream.

Erik was sleeping beside her. His head was turned to the right, letting her eyes only see his untouched face. She still remembered what happened just a few hours ago. She still felt the sore ack of passion they had, felt the burning touch of his fingers and the bust of heat when they both reached their climax. Rising to her elbows, her eyes stared down at him, with a whole new emotion glowing. It didn’t have to come to her in a letter, but she knew very well.

She was in love with her Phantom.

She watched his sleeping self, his black hair laying in locks over his brow, covering his sleeping face. His lips slightly parted, with a little dab of drool on the very corner. Just like a child, he looked. She was just about to lay her head back down and sleep, let her body mold into his side, while his left arm curled and held onto her waist within the mist of his sleep, when something white caught her eyes. Looking to her nightstand, she saw it. His mask lingering within the cold air. Then it hit her.

She wasn’t blindfolded…

Looking around a little, she found the long red strap of cloth that was used to cover her eyes lay limp upon the floor. It must have fallen off her in her sleep. Which would explain a lot… Looking back to the mask, her heart was overfilled with joy. He had taken off his mask for her, which pleased her. She would have thrown herself upon Erik, startling him awake for another round of love, when a thought hit her. ‘He wasn’t wearing his mask…’ She stared at his sleeping face for the longest moment, before her right hand reached up. Softly she touched his chin, slipping it slowly under his cheek, that settled heavenly upon the pillow. She could just turn his face, and see what he hides from her. What he damned to have since the day she walked to him. She moved his head slowly, causing his hair to fall away from his forehead, barring his face a little more to her. She watched; her heart pounding so hard in her chest. He made a little sound but did not wake, making her turn his face fully to the other side, letting him bare what he hide.

But her eyes snapped shut when his head moved, darkening her vision. Pain shot threw her. Bowing her head, she buried her face into his ever so rising chest, blocking her view. His face… Slowly her eyes did open before looking back up to him, tears forming in her eyes. No wonder he hide it, the skin was almost as if it were melted, the black silk hair was missing on one part of his forehead, while his nose was almost gone. Tears slowly slipped from her eyes, falling down her cheek. In her mind, his face wasn’t all that bad. She had seen far worst in her travels, but she still cried. Even with his face like this, she still found him beautiful, but hurt when she remembered how he damned his face, telling her in the talks of supper, how he wished for beauty. He had it, it was just under that infection. Pushing herself up a little more, hugging the thin sheet that covered him from the waist down, to her bare breasts, she watched him sleep. He was like a fallen Angel, who was cursed for his beauty made God himself jealous. What pain he must of went through and loneness. Sniffling, her tears fell from her chin and dropped to his chest. The warm drops, making Eriks eyes close tightly, before drifting opening.

The light met his eyes, making a groan of irritation leave his throat. His body felt, in an odd way, refresh and longing. He didn’t mind that feeling at the moment. But what seemed strange to him, was that he was waking to daylight. Usually he was greeted by darkness, making it far easier to sleep. But daylight was shining its warm arms along his bare skin, while his eyes tried to focus. Did he wander into one of the rooms of the back stage and fallen asleep? But his question was answered, when he felt something warm and soft, touch his side. Looking up, she saw her. Esme was sitting over him, her tan flesh glowing within the light. This brought a smile to his face when he finally remembered what happened last night. Seeing her this way and remembering the night, made his body harden and ready for more. But his smile slowly faded, when he saw her tears, did he hurt her? He cursed to himself; did he rape her? He hoped to god that he didn’t, but looking back up to her. He watched her reach out to touch his face. Why was she crying so? But all his thought faded, his heart stopped as his breath stilled, at what her words whispered and action did next. She touched his exposed face, touching the scarred flesh, her voice coming out in a tremble.

“Oh…Erik…”

He stared into her pain covered eyes, feeling her fingers trace his flesh, feeling the burning trails. His right hand snapped up, locking his strong fingers around her small wrist, yanking her touch away, and making her yelp out from his sudden force. His head, snapping to the side, saw the one thing proving him right. His mask, laying in wait for him on the nightstand. She saw his face… She saw him...

“No!”

He threw her form him as he lurched from the bed, not caring if he was nude. He had pushed her, causing her to almost fall off the bed. But she caught herself, making her land on the other end, her hair spilling over her shoulders, the covers flying with her, to wrap her nudeness within its embrace. But she looked back up to him slowly, her face covered in fear from his outburst. “E-Erik?” But he spun to her, his right hand covering his infected face. “You little bitch!” He hissed, catching her off guard with a comment. Her eyes widen, as her body slowly rose to sit up. “E-Erik, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too, please, it’s not that ba-

“Damn you!” He cut in, turning away from her, he took his mask from the nightstand, placing it back on. “I told you once not too look at me under this mask. I begged you and you said you would. You lying tramp! You lied to me!” He marched over to the bed, making her cry out in fear as he reached over, grabbing her arm, that she rose to cover her face, fearing he would strike her. But he yanked her over, her free arm grabbing hold of the covers, fresh tears falling when he pulled her form the bed, causing her to fall to her knees, to the wooden floor before him. “I didn’t mean to look!” She cried out as he dragged her to the middle of the floor, her body struggling to get from his grip, the covers that hugged her being tugged from her tighten grip from the floor under her. “I swear it!” But her body came to a stop and was shoved backwards, causing her body to strike the floor, her small form trembling. Laying upon her side, her hair spilling over her tear stained face, her legs curled under the covers, her right hand holding tight to the covers, her left holding herself up from the floor. She couldn’t look up at him when he walked over to her. She jerked when his hand took her chin, shoving her head back, but her eyes closed tightly, as his grip tighten upon her flesh. “Now…You can never leave.”

And just like that, he left. Leaving her to sit within the middle of the floor, within the middle of her room. Battered, ruined and shamed. Her eyes slowly opened, to see the door slam shut. Tears slowly filled her eyes before her body, trembling, sat up straight. Both her hands grabbing her sheets tightly, and taking a shaky breath, she let out a cry. A heartbreaking cry before she fell forward into the bundle of soiled white sheets, sobbing. She sobbed like her own heart was being ripped out, cried, cried like the very night. She had lost her father.

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Damn her. Erik, fully dressed paced his room, the fire lighting the path he took in the darkness. She was just like his singer. In every way! But he didn’t get to settle between his singers’ thighs. No.. His anger grew, she had tricked him, she lured him into her bed, talked sweet little words to take his mask off and when he did. She looked at him. Stopping his movements, he reached up and touched the mask, his hand trembling. She had the same look his singer had when she first saw the mask… Why, why did Esme end up doing this to him? Falling to sit upon the stone steps to his bed, burying his face into his palms, tears fell from his tightly closed eyes. “Why?” He whispered.

Why…

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She was trapped. Sitting upon her tainted bed, she held onto the shirt Erik wore before stripping it to make love to her. Tears fell slowly from her red eyes, they burned and itched, she had cried for so long. She had forgotten how long. Her face buried itself into the cotton, sniffling. She had let him make love to her and let him throw her to the ground. Her chest tightened. She felt like a whore, the ones you find on the street.

Dressing within one of the dresses she found. She looked out the window above her head, seeing the sunshine down over her. Sniffling, she wiped her cheeks with the sleeves upon her wrist, telling herself. She couldn’t see Erik, she wanted to run down to him and take him in her arms. He was rough yes, but he was just scared… She told herself that over and over. But she couldn’t see him now, in his rage. Taking a shaky breath she pushed herself to stand. Besides… She had to ready herself…

It would soon be time for supper…
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