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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
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[Eep! Sorry for the wait to those who were waiting!]

[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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“...Beg your pardon?”

Erik's body fell limply beside the lad as he settled into a seat. How could one say such a things about his own mother? Of course, he had no room to talk… Painful memories swirled around him. His mother never even looked at him, or gave him a gentle touch when he needed one so desperately. But surely this couldn't be the case… Eddy here was a good looking lad, who would grow into a handsome man. His mother must take care of him... Like any mother would...

'Don't you think you're being a bit harsh on your ma?” the phantom
asked, reaching out to touch the boy's shoulder. But the boy jerked form his touch, shoving himself to his feet. He marched stonily to the rippling waterside.

“No. She is,” the boy hissed, half-heartedly struggling to keep quiet, his sister sleeping only a few feet away.“She has no pride, Phantom. None at all,” he said, his voice low and dripping with disdain, “She goes out at night, wearing those dresses that leave her spilling out everything she has, then comes home drunk
and reeking of the foulest scents, or even better, “ here Eddy paused, eyes narrowing to a disgusted glare at the dark waters before him, “She'd bring one of them home.”

As he spoke that one single word, Erik could see the pure white pain a son had, for having a mother like that, and the fury behind it. "She brings them home?" He whispered. He didn't know how to talk to the lad about these sort of matters. He wasn't given much of a chance in his life to learn about families, but he did know of whores... And how they'd dared not go near him.

Eddy suppressed a choke as it felt like all the air in his lungs was stolen away, that someone held his throat in a terrible grip that he couldn't brake free of. It hurt to see his mother like that. His good for nothing of a Da had left when Crystal was born, leaving Eddy the man of the house. But his mother was supposed to care for them, and be tender to them. She was supposed to love them... But what she had become was far worse than any nightmare.
“Late at night, while she thinks' Crystal and I to be sleeping, she brings them home. I can hear them. Our shit-hole of a house has thin walls. I can hear their words, their voices... their noises. I cover Crystal's ears while she sleeps so she'll not hear!”

A deep pity stirred n Erik's chest for this lad before him, but also pride. How strange that in a state such as his, he still took care to protect his sister so she'd not hear the harsh reality of life. But the man couldn't say anything. Eddy's words had hit something deep inside him, something raw within him. Something he didn't want touched. But what could one say to a child like this? 'Chin up, things will get better,' or,' Stop crying and face the truth, things could be worse.'As he listened to Eddy's trembling breath he realized... they could be.

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Esme's eyes widened slowly, her hand burning with a stinging heat.
Sandor's head had swung to one side, his hands on her arms loosened. His eyes were wide as though he had difficulty comprehending what had just befallen him. Slowly the man's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening painfully on her, disbelieving one could do such a thing to him.

His cheek was on fire from her smack. He should have expected this, but it still angered him. Esme started trying to back away as she saw the corner of his mouth twitch, stuttering words as she tried to explain and calm him. Her words fell on deaf ears. His hands grabbed her small arms with a bruising force, shoving her back. The woman's voice rang out in a sharp cry of shock as her back cracked roughly against the brick wall of the dingy alleyway. Her body was covered by his, causing her to shout, her hands flying at his chest to shove him off, but he just
pushed into her even more, trapping her. His thigh pushing between her legs, making her cry out once again. The red head's voice went muffled as one of his hands flew to her mouth, blocking it off.

“Stubborn gypsy,” he growled. His head tipped down, the black strands of hair brushing lightly along her throat as his lips touched her shoulder, brushing along her cloak, “Is this how you greet the man who took care of you for so many years?” Her head shook under his palm, her fingers curling into his shirt, her small form twisting and turning, trying to get free. His chest pressed against hers, causing her breasts to heave up, his thigh pressing between her own, forcing her rise to the tips of her toes to keep him away from touching her where he wished. She shook her head, her cries muffled as tears began to fall. He was forcing her, this was rape!

"Your sisters didn't fight like this when I was with them. Just relax and we'll both have fun."

Sisters...

Her struggling stilled at that word, body slowly beginning to go limp. Yes... Now she remembered... Sandor, she had heard that name far more than any other name in the world. Her sisters always spoke that name. When she had found out who he was she'd only believed him to be protecting them from the outside world, as her father always had done to her. But now... in this moment she knew that to be wrong. He had never been protecting them, their safety hadn't been important to him. They were only for his pleasure, it was all just for his own twisted pleasure. Shame washed over her. She didn't want to be like her sisters. She didn't want to be like they had been, and fall into the arms of the man who could have forced himself a upon her without her even knowing!

Her sisters always spoke of his fondling, but she remembered her second youngest sibling, the one only older then her by two years,keeping to herself, always quiet, as if she were broken. She remembered hearing the girl crying at night when she thought all were a bed. When Esme went to her she found out that she had been raped while she was bathing, and feared a child was growing within her belly.

Shame.... She felt that she were drowning in her shame as Sandor's lips trailed up her throat to her ear. He whispered words of what he was going to do to her once they were ready. Things that made the bile rise in the back of her throat. He was the one who had tried to take her that one night... And he would have if her father hadn't appeared out of nowhere and save her from that cruel fate. Now though, her father was gone. Who would save her from her captor this time? Tears welled up in her eyes, a small sob braking from her lips. His hands reaching in to her cloak. His hands grabbing hold of one of her swollen breast with
such greed... Sandor's father had killed her papa, and now that man's son was going to rape her!

While she hadn't been paying close attention his hand had removed itself from her mouth, lowering to the clasps at her throat. Removing the needle from its lock, Sandor let the ruby clip slip aside, the cloak slowly opening.

Who would protect her now?

A whisper of thought flickered through her mind... Phantom....

“Erik!”

Sandor's body jerked, startled by Esme's sudden outburst. He backed away a little, just enough for her to move her arms. She'd yelled out another man's name... Anger swelling within him. Someone had beaten him! Someone had broken this innocent. His innocent dancer!... Oh well, he could still enjoy her, perhaps even better now, since she knew how to please a man. He would make her scream his name at the top of her lungs. Make her wet with need. Yes, all this and more, he was determined. But, pain...!
Out of nowhere a sharp, mood breaking pain hit him.

In the gap the man had left, Esme took action. With all the shame and anger she felt towards Sandor for what he had done. Knowing now that he was the one who had sent her sister into those endless night of nightmares until she'd finally gone insane from it all.... Her hand had grabbed her jewel encrusted pin and, with a scream, she'd swung it at him,

“Bastard!”

The pendant, the one thing she had from her mother was real, and put to good use. The pointed tips of the diamonds surrounding the ruby center samcked into Sandor's face, raking down his cheek in her tight grip as she yanked it down in one quick movement. His voice roared out in pain.

In that moment, while his gard was down, Esme twisted from his hold and ran. Hiking up her skirts she took off. She ran from the ally, and the shrieking man, his cries echoing behind her. She ran into the night, heart racing. Her mind flooded with fear that he might give a chase. But on she ran, till her legs ached and her lungs burned from the cold air, she gasped. She ran home. She ran back to her protector. Back to the only place she felt safe. She ran...

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"Esme?"

Raoul was sure that was her that ran down the sidewalk opposite the one on which he was walking. Ever since that night she'd embarrassed him by running out on him in front of those nobles in the restaurant, he had been set on finding her. She must have been in hiding though, for no matter how hard he searched he could never find a lass with the hair like flames or the eyes that would make any man turn into a dog, bursting with lust.

His body turned slightly on its own. He had only taken one step towards giving a chase and finally bring her down, when a voice rang out softly next to him.

“Oh Raoul, isn't it just lovely?”

His body jerked to a halt, head turning to look back to his wife as she stared into a shop window, displaying dolls and other children's toys. Hope glittered in her eyes as she thought of a future family. Raoul, almost to the point that he believed she would never give him heirs, let her at least dream of it, while he struggled to find a loophole. That loophole was quickly escaping him again though. He silently cursed his luck, his arm being taken once more by his wife, Christine, who held it so softly, so lovingly, wanting to grant them both their dreams. But she didn't have the energy nor the skill to grant Raoul's. He would bare
with what he had. Better something than nothing. But it wounded his ego to watch Esme's repeated escapes. He would find her.

“Raoul, is something wrong, “Christine asked, looking up at him with a slight frown, her face covered in worry. How sweet that his little singer would be worried. Just like her... He gave her a tender smile, and a soft tap upon her nose as he whispered to her, tucking her gloved hand neatly in the crook of his arm, "Of course not, my dear. I just saw someone I knew across the street." With that said he gently tugged her arm, leading her to a walk, making their way back home. "Oh?” She laughed, pressing her cheek to his shoulder, "Who would that be?" Patting her hand softly, his eyes narrowed in thought. An ugly smile spread across his handsome face, as he whispered, "Why… It was my Cousin."

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"You must be mistaken Eddy. That can't be."

Erick stared at the boy in shock, watching his small shoulders tremble, silent tears he'd been holding back for so long beginning to fall. Eddy had opened up to the Phantom, and told him the worst thing possible. It had happened often, yes, but surely not to them. Erik's heart went out to the boy before him, who struggled to stay strong and protect, only to be crushed down by the person who brought him into the world. Pushing himself to stand, Erik slowly approached the boy, "Are you sure that's what you heard? Maybe you were dreaming it…"

"No! It wasn't a dream.,” he cried painfully, “I heard it. I can't get the voice out of my head, it haunts me while I sleep, and it hurts me when I look at her. That woman is a bitch for even thinking such a thing. I won't let it happen! I can't let it happen!" Raising his arm, he wiped at the fallen tears, wanting to rid himself of the weakness he was showing, "I-I can't let it happen."

Erik frowned as he slowly knelt by the boys side. He watched the him sob and hiccup, turning into the little boy he was behind the young man he tried to be. What could Erik say to possibly get rid of these thoughts? What could he do to make the boy happy? Nothing. He couldn't say anything of any use.

With a heavy heart the man rose his arm and wrapped it around the boy, pulling the lad into his chest, not caring if his shirt was stained or wrinkled by the action. The boy needed to be embraced, not left alone to suffer by himself. Eddy threw his arms around Erik's neck, burying his dirt covered face into the other's shoulder. His sobs heart-wracking and quiet. The Phantom made no sound, simply wrapping his arms around him, holding him tight, letting the boy release it all.

"Why?" He kept asking through the tears, causing Erik to feel so low and helpless, not knowing how to answer.

"…Why does she want to sell Crystal to them?"
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