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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. ]

[was I missed??]

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The days went by slowly to Erik and every moment was filled with such bliss and light. Every morning, he woke with Esme by his side. His own little dancer, sleeping with such peace with him. What made his heart swell with joy, was when every time she woke, she looked up at him, with his face uncovered and bare, she would look at him within the mist of her dreams and smile. She would smile a smile that made Eriks bones melt. She would smile and greet him with a voice, that sounds like it came from the very air. He didn’t want this feeling to stop.

The morning only grew to be greater, for when Erik went out within the dead of night, he found his package, that he had ordered.

Es,e’s clothing.

Little gasps’ left Esme's lips every time she was surprised, and he loved the very sound. When he brought forth her clothes, in which he had ordered. She gasped that little gasp and squealed like a very child, and flung herself upon him. Covering him with kisses, like a child to a mother, shouting all things of love. While Erik could only laugh and hold her, taking upon himself, the feeling of joy Esme held. But by the weeks end, his mind of happiness was slowly turned.

Upon the theater stage, paper and a ink pen, he began to write. Within the darkness of his broken pride, he finally found a reason to write his plays again. Much more help, from his dancing jewel, who twirled around his very heart. He busied himself within that stage, writing the ideas that flew to his head. A story, about despair and love. How a darken beast could be loved by a very simple lady. With hair like roaring fire, skin like the golden baked bread fresh from the oven, tempting ones man’s mouth to taste.

“Erik ”

Aye yes, and those eyes. He wrote. With eyes that glowed within the very moon light, giving the dark beast another glow to howl to, besides the moon itself.

“Erik ”

He only sighed happily. Dripping his pen within the ink pot. Her love for him was tested, with anger, jealousy. But the darken beast held no love. And she was the only one who could prove him wrong. Pressing the edge of the pen to his chin softly, He thought. And his lady love... The goddess who cured the beast from its cave and was made to embrace the light was.....

“Erik ”

“The bloody hell ” Erik twiched from the yelling cries of his name. Esme was down below in his lair, finishing dressing herself. She was to go and fetch the weeks food to last the rest of the month. Who ever was calling his name sounded scared. Erik rose a brow and looked up from his sheet. Before his very eyes, his breath did catch. Racing down the rows of seats. With the speed, like the very devil was upon him. Erik saw, and jump down to his feet, upon the carpet floor of the grand row. Opening his arms, to catch the running boy.

Eddy had come.

Erik had told Eddy to return to him by the end of the week, to report if his mother had not changed. Fear stuck him as he held the trembling boy, who grabbed his vest and yanked at him. The week had not endded.

Eddy had come two days early.

“She’s taken her ” He cried, his voice shaking with rage and fear. “You must stop her ” Erik shock out of his shaking mind, only to grab the young boy by his shoulders. “Eddy Clam down and tell me what happened.” But one looked upon the boys face told Erik everything.

Eddy spun around to him, and Erik was greeted by the very site that made his stomach tighten. Eddy’s right eye was swollen and bruised, the corner of his lips cut and bleeding. Upon his left cheek, marks of nails married his skin, while his clothing was ripped and barely held onto him.

“What happened...?”

“She took her ” Eddy barked, causing the blood upon his lip to drop to his chin. “Crystal got better and mother took her to the Ladies of the Night Tavern. She’s going to sale her You promised to stop her You promised to help me ” Erik could not move at the mere site and the knowing facts that left Eddy. Their mother was going to sale Crystal.

Her very own child.

“How did you come to this?” He asked, his voice slowly becoming hard. Rage, blood thirsting, uncontrollable rage hit him. Eddy took one look at him and stopped, those eyes, hidden behind the shadows and mask, glowed with such murderess rage. Slowly he looked away, tears burning his red eyes. “My mother beat me when I tried to get Crystal away... “

Erik had to do something. A poor child was going to be broken form the very will of the mother. But he could not leave Eddy here alone nor could he take the lad with him. He was hurt and even though, what Eddy did was very brave. It could have been very fatal. What was he going to do...?

“Erik?”

Slowly his mind lifted, as he looked over his shoulder. Esme stood upon the stage, an empty basket in hand. Her red locks pulled up under a bonnet, while her dress did no justice for her. A rich dark green, of satin and silk hugged her very form, short puffed sleeves clung to her shoulders, while a black corset rested over her stomach and rib cage. The skirts floated down and out like the very wind, covering her slender legs from his eyes. She was beautiful...

“Esme, Look after him.”

Esme frowned at his words. “Erik what’s going on?” But when she looked, to whom Erik had pointed, a scream passed her lips. “Eddy!” She cried, dropping her empty basket, hiking up her skirts and raced down the stage, down the stairs to the lads side. She fell to her knees and gently took his face, watching the boy winch. “Who did this?” She asked softly, her gloved fingers, slowly staining with the blood of the boy’s, as she slowly dabbed the liquid from his chin.

Erik watched, knowing Eddy was within safe hands. Turning back, he began to walk, only to be stopped by a cry. “Let me come with you ” Esme held on to the lad as Eddy struggled to get to Erik’s side. “I’ll help you ” Erik looked back, seeing Esme struggle to keep him still, but only have the lad slip from her fingers. Eddy raced back to Erik, his eye narrowed with such rage. “I’ll kill whom ever touches my sister ” But Erik only reached out and stopped the boy, stilling him.

“No...”

“I will not let you go with out me. Crystal needs me ”

“You will stay here.”

“I will not! You can not make me ”

“You will make everything more trouble then it already is.”

“She is my sister. I promised to come back and get her ”

But Eddies eyes shot wide, His lips parted in a hissing gasp. His body crunched forward. He went still, his mind slowly went blank. His gut hurt and his body twisted within the pain, before falling down.

“Forgive me..”

Erik knelt there beside Eddy, holding the young boy softly. With a quick swing, he knocked the air from Eddy’s stomach, and knocked him out cold. Holding the lad, he waited for Esme to race up and take him. Hold him close to her beating breast.

Erik watched, staring as Esme brushed the dirt locks of Eddy’s hair from his swollen eye, sadness within her own. Erik did not want to see that sadness. But he did. And the rage all but came back.

He got up and turned away, his coat flapping within the cold air. He would make the mother pay for beating the child. He would make them pay.

“Erik...”

Stopping before the door way. He looked back, his eyes settling upon Esme. Whom held the child so. She looked at him with such sadness and fear. That he could only give her a forced smile, before whispering.

“I’ll return...”

“Be careful.”

With a nod, he turned and left. Forgetting to grab his cloak to wear within the night. Forgetting his mask laid out within view of others. Upon his mind, there only laid one thing.

Crystal was in trouble.

And blood will spill by day brake.
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