Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

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.

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
[-waves- FYI Murder is coming….]

[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. ]

~~~~~~~~{@

Gentle warmth started to grow within Erik’s chest, as he made his way to his bed.

Within his arms, he held the sleeping child, Crystal, nuzzling her hollow cheek into his chest, her little digits of fingers curling into his coat. His arms could crush the child, Erik knew this, but he held her with such gentleness he didn’t believe he had.

Upon their way down to his lair, Crystal started a fuss. Complaining and crying of her legs hurting or her sickness was getting worst. Showing a brilliant show of tears. Eddy seemed to take this action from his sister with ease that made Erik almost wish he had. But he could not stand the sight of the girls’ tears. So with a sigh, he picked the lass up from the ground and settled her upon his shoulders. Curling tight to his hair, Erik heard her laugh and whisper her thanks, tilting out and low, to press a wet kiss to his temple. That warmth started to grow, when her tight gripped fingers ripped away his wig, causing his real hair to fall. Eddy heard his gasp and turned to see.

Erik feared the children would scream, his ears burned, as if ready to take the fear they would throw at him. But Eddy just tilted his head, as if wondering, while Erik wore the thing in the first place. Crystal, who held the wig within her grasp, gasped, before looking back down to his head.

“Why are you wearing such a silly thing?” She asked. Erik could not answer, his voice lost, his throat choking him, refusing to let him utter a sound. But Eddy pointed, to the bald spot upon Erik forehead saying, “It’s to cover that I think.” But Crystal only leaving over to see the spot then laughed out, “Oh! You’re so silly mister!” Erik was stuck, he could not move, he watched in a daze as Eddy shrugged and turned, to go back on down the path, while Crystal curled her soft fingers into his real hair, nuzzling her cheek into the soft strains. “Silly.”

Erik’s stepped flurried, making him almost trip. No one, other then Esme had showed him such clam ease to his state. That almost brought tears to his eyes. But taking a slow breath, pushing himself to relax, he moved on, seeking to Eddy, to show him the way.

Upon reaching his lair, putting crystal down, she had jumped and ran towards his Organ, her little fingers reaching out to hit a key. Eddy on the other hand, watched to the side where the little playhouse lingered, his eyes forced on the drawings of Christine, which Erik told himself he would rip down sooner or later. But he watched, a smile growing upon his face, that didn’t really reach his eyes, as he watched Crystal run to the little play house, gasping at the little figures, only to go on and play, begging her bother to join her. Little children, running in his home…

He liked that.

~~~~~~~~~{@

Erik slowly enjoyed the little squeals Crystal would let out if something went her way or when she was tickled. How Eddy would let out a grumble when he was forced to do one thing, but saw within his eyes, how he enjoyed to make his little sister smile. But soon all the rough play Erik put Crystal threw, with playing dolls to chasing her around to keep her still. Or even when she talked him into playing a song for her upon his organ, she soon felt tired, her sickness coming back to claim her little body. Falling asleep beside Erik as he played a slow gentle song for her, he picked her up, believing it was only right to lay her within his bed to sleep. Since he knew Esme would suggest such a thing anyway.

Tucking her safely and neatly under the covers, he watched her ease herself onto her side, her head pressing into one of the satin pillows, her little hand tucking under her cheek. This touched him, in such a way he did not understand it, and yet, he made him slowly fill with fear. But pushing all those thoughts back, he turned to look towards Eddy. Seeing him sit upon the bottom stone step, his eyes lost in thought. His brows narrowed, as if anger was sparking within his little heart. This drew to Erik.

So as slowly as he could, with out causing the young lad to jump and move away. Erik walked over, settling himself upon the step, resting his elbows upon his knees, and taking the stance the boy had. "So." He muttered quietly, causing Eddy to be pulled from his thoughts and gaze to Erik. "How do you like my home?" A simple topic to talk about, before he could draw out the real quest.

Eddy gave a shrug, so words spoken. Something must be troubling him deeply. "My boy." Erik muttered, reaching out slowly with his gloved hand, touching the mere child upon his shoulder, he asked, “What is troubling you?”

Eddy only shot away from Erik’s touch, his small form moving away from the step, towards to the other side of the cave. Erik felt sad for the boy, but he only got up to follow, wanting to know. “It’s none of your concern.” He growled out, his arms crossed so tightly over his chest. But Erik only sighed, before settling himself upon a spare chair, which lingered beside the little theatre. “True.” He spoke out, reaching over to pick up one of the little figures, spinning it ever so slowly within his grasp. “But it wouldn’t hurt to tell me anyway.”

Eddy looked over to him quietly, his little body wanting to burst out the truth. Keeping it inside was eating at his very heart. He didn’t know what to do. Knowing this fact made him want to cry, he wanted to protect, he could solve this problem on his own. But being the only one who knew of this, and the chances of him successfully doing it right, was against him. Looking to the ground, before slowly over his shoulder to Erik, who sat waiting.

He wanted to be like him. Eddy wanted to be just like him. Everyone feared him, everyone did what he wanted. He wanted to be strong, able to protect anyone from anything. He wanted to grow up, to face the problem head on, besides running away. He looked up to Erik, even if he only heard of the stories of What the Phantom had done. He wanted to be just like him…

“My mothers a whore.”

~~~~~~~~{@

Esme hugged her cloak around her body a little more. France’s winter took its toll on her body. Making her trembles and shiver. How she wished she was back in Erik’s lair, wrapped up within his strong warm arms. But cheeks flushed a little, as she slowly let herself giggle. She was on her way there, so soon. She’ll be able to linger within his embrace for as long as she wanted.

The dresses he was buying her made her love him even more, her heart over flowed with the emotion. When she got back, she was going to throw her arms around his neck and hold him close, cover him with kisses in till he begged her to stop. In which she wouldn’t. A little giggle left her lips from the idea, but they were suddenly stopped. When a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, yanking into the ally at her side, a scream ripping from her throat, which was suddenly muffled, by a large hand.

Fear grasped tightly to her form, as Esme struggled. She was going to be killed! Or even worst…raped… Her muffle screams became louder, her fist flying at her sides, trying to find the hard surface of the person she held her so. But her arms were quickly locked to her sides, when an strong arm wrapped about her, trapping her tightly within mold of the body behind her. She was scared, she wanted to go home. Her skin crawled when she felt the warm breath upon her ear, making her head shake, but the voice that purred out, made her body stiffen, made her eyes go wide.

“It’s me Lonsdale.”

She heard that voice before, so very long ago. Slowly her body stopped fighting, slowly her body went limp and her muffles went mute. Only then, did the hand move away, letting the cold winters air fill her lungs. Slowly she turned, her eyes gazing up, to be greeting by a pair of dark blue orbs, the same ones that use to look at her as she danced, the same eyes that made her feel exposed, as if he were undressing her very clothes from her skin. Those eyes… Her lips parted in such a shock, before she whispered out.

“Sandor…?”

He let out a soft chuckle, his right hand rising from Esme’s waist. Letting his fingers trail lazily up along her stomach, between the valley between her breasts. “Esme.” He whispered, his head ducking down slowly over her own. “It does me great honor. To know you still remember me.”

He was going to kiss her. A little whimper passed threw her as his breath mixed with her own. Her gut tighten, guilt shot threw her. But his hands grasped her shoulder, turning her fully to him, his lips, only a breath away, as he whispered, making Esme’s world crumble around her.

“I finally found you…”

As the mist of white air slowly swirled into nothing, Sandor lips pressed into Esme’, in a harsh kiss, it felt a vile taste within her mouth. Her fingers curled into a fist at her side. His kiss was nothing like Erik’s. It made her sick. With a whimper, she ripped her head away, letting out a cry that left them both startled, after Esmes’ sudden action.

“Stop!”

*Smack*
- 22
- 23
- 24
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Replaying Past