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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 character 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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“Naahhhh......eeee.....eeee.... aaahhhh, Sandor please ”

Charlie twitched and cried out as Sandor shove into him. His shirt dragging down his upper torso, baring his smooth back and spine. His fingers curled into the sheets, where his body was being shove into time and time again.

Sandor must of been more angery then Charlie had thought. He took no mercy upon his body, no ease. He went after one thing to another, never letting Charlie get a gasp of air. But upon his hands and knees, like a dog he cried out, being pounded into, feeling the hot pressure, the beads of sweat, not only forming upon his skin, but the drops that fell onto him. His eyes opened a little, his teeth clenched, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. He struggled to take what his friend gave him, filling him, empty him, taking his own cock within his rough hand and stroking him in time with his movements. Making him want to jump out of his own skin. The pressure, the heat, the grunts his friend let pass was making it harder for young Charlie to with stand the abuse. And with a throw of his head, he shouted out the name that rang within his mind, his body shattering, letting his white seed spray out onto Sandor’s hand and upon his own belly. His bone stiffen, his muscles tighten as he went on, taking the rough thrusts, feeling his ass become sore from the smacks. But soon, hot thick liquid entered him, making his eyes close, making his fingers curl into the covers tightly, before falling forward, laying fully upon the bed, his body drained to the very bone.

Sandor removed himself from Charlies heat, settling his back upon an wall. He was still mad, his very skin screamed with it. This past week, he had not seen site nor hair of Esme, waltzing her little rump around the town. She was hiding from him. The damned girl. Not only that, But Sandor cursed every time he walked along a mirror, seeing the cuts she had given him. Once he found her, he was going to grab her neck and squeeze in till her tan flesh went pale and her eyes widen with such fear.

Looking over to his side, he stared at Charlie, whom laid upon his stomach, his breathing coming in deep slow gasps. Telling him the lad had fallen asleep. This was the fourth time Sandor took the boy and yet he wanted more. George was no help this morn, bitching and complaining about the cold and how the money is going down for them since the fair left. Adam all but laughed and left this very night to go find his ‘lady of the night’. Sandor knew the term, when Charlie questioned his friend about it. Charlie was such a good soul, Sandor did not want to ruin it, by telling the lad Adam left to go find a child, whom was not old enough to be claimed as a women. Sandor stomach turned, he didn’t like the very idea of a child under him, his pleasure was not within the tears they cried. But Adam had taking a liking to them, for a god awful reason Sandor did not want to know. But he did not stop his friend, let the bastard go out and do what he wanted. But soon he would find Esme, he will find her and he will take her and then they all can leave. They will leave with the next fair that would enter town. If no fair came. He smiled slowly, then he would just have to make his own.

Lust burst inside of him when he thought of the very idea of Esme dancing for costumers again. And at night, giving him her own dance that will leave him growling and demanding the pleasure of it. His staff, that laid limp at his thigh, pulsed with blood once again at the thought. Looking back to Charlie, seeing him sleep, Sandor smirked. He did not want to wake the lad, he felt... bad for it. He chuckled softly, if he felt bad that was a good enough excuse to himself of trying to stop. Reaching over, his fingers trailing up the boys thigh, making Charlie grumble out softly within his throat. But he was woke up suddenly with a cry out, his body being turned, his back settling upon the bed. But before his mind woke from his misted dreams, before his eyes could focus on what was be falling. His hips were shoved up and something hot and thick slammed back inside of him. A yell of pain sliced threw his throat, his wrists being taken, raising over his head, making him bare to his attack. Then again, like moments ago, Sandor thrust his hips, shoving into his friends body, feeling those muscle cling to him, hearing the painful whimpers. His mind swam with such pleasure, to hear Charlie’s cries once again.

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The night was cold and gloomy. Giving Erik the displeasing feeling of what might have fallen to Crystal. Standing before the tavern, He looked up at the two storie building, seeing the women laughing on the balcony, waving their arms, showing their half dressed bodies to the night, to the men whom glanced. He saw threw the windows, the images of what he feared, would fallen before Crystal.

But rushing out blindly, lost within the ever growing city, a question came to his mind, making him tremble in such dread.

‘Where was the damnable Tavern?’

He had left and never thought of the idea. How was he to save Crystal if he didn’t know where the damn place was! But to his luck, he found a man, the noble type. His cloak brushing around him and his smiling self. As if he had done something that he found proud. Sinking into the shadows, he wanted in till the man passed, only to grab him and yank him into the ally. The man cried out, fear grabbing him, seeing the mask in which Erik wore. The man made Eriks’ anger only grow. The man offered everything he had, money, ladies, god know what; all for the sake of his life. Erik only slammed him up against the damp brick wall, his eyes all but narrow.

‘Where is the Tavern!’

The man was confused, his feet dangling within the air, his hands grabbing Eriks wrists so weakly. ‘What Tavern?!’ He shouted in fear, making Erik growl, ‘The one where Children are sold.’

That’s when Erik saw it. All the blood draining from the man’s face. Erik’s eyes slowly widen as the guilt within the noble’s eyes rang loud and clean.

The high Noble had just come from the place.

Eriks’ anger was kept down, as the man mumbled and pointed. Giving Erik want he wanted. “Which girl did you take.” He demanded, lowering the man to his feet. The Noble trembled, but yanked out of Erik’s graps, brushing his suit and white quickly. ‘I-I have no idea what you are talking about.’ But before he could run, Erik’s hand shot out, grabbing him by his collar, stopping him within his tracks. ‘I want to know. If you value your life so much.’ The man glared at him, shaking still, before replaying.

‘ A seven year old.. With black hair.’

That’s all the man could say. For Erik’s fist shot out, sticking the man’s jaw, knocking him out cold. Crystal’s hair was black, she was seven years old. He let the man go, letting him slump to the ground. But Erik was not settled enough. Ripping the cloak from the man’s back, he dripped down and dug threw the man’s coat. Smiling to find a letter of his.

That held his address.

And so before the Tavern he stood. The cloak wrapped around his body, the hood up to cover his masked face. He watched, his stomach twisted from the mere site. But he had to find Crystal....and Soon.

Upon entering, what met his eyes made him tremble, women danced around with a drunken state, with men clinging to them. Some running about like animals, with men in high chase. Some women even made a pass at him, but the mere site of their over done painted face and curled hair, and their bodies ridden of its youth and innocent made him yank away. But one women came up to him, her breasts all but falling out of her corset.

“Welcome!” She shouted, her blonde hair pulled up yo the top of her head in a sticking state of a noble women, a cheep copy of one. “What would be your pleasure?” She looked him up and down, like a bone dangling before a hungry dog. But he only snarled, his hood falling lower, It was hard. He wanted to run, but he must stay.

“... Children.”

The women only laughed out, her pale hand taking his cloak giving him a teasing tug to the side. “ Ah, I see. Come with me then. These little ones were bought up to make men like you yell with pleasure!” She reached up and took his hood, in which he snatched her wrist in a bruising force. Making her whimper and frown. “Oh, don’t be so rough. Wait in till you get your girl.”

He was lead to a room, that was placed off at the back of the tavern. And inside, rage and pity burst. Children sat, of all ages. They all looked to him, dressed within dresses that made them look so innocent, their faces masked with no emotion. They were waiting to be picked, some playing with others in little games. Some hiding within the corners, knowing of what was to come.

He wanted to kill ever last person here, the ones whom take and placed the children within this hell.

“Do you find any one to you liking?” The Host asked him.

Erik’s throat was dry and tight, making it impossible to even speak, but he forced himself, his voice all but horsed. “I’m looking... For one that’s Seven. With black hair. Crystal was her name.” The host rose a brow, but before she could speak, another women came up to him.

“Oh! You must be talking about my daughter! She just came in tonight and I’d say, she be picking up a lot of men. Takes after me ya know.”

Erik held himself at bay, as he slowly turned and what he was met, ripping his very breath away. Before him stood the very image of Crystal, only years older... Her black long hair was twisted into a thick braid, her clothes hugging her very body tighten. She was still comely, telling Erik she had giving birth to her children at a very young age. But she only went on, making his eyes slowly narrow. “But She’s with a customer right at the moment. She’s a work of art she is, and she’ll be worth the wait if you would kindly-

But her voice was snapped shut as Erik’s voice rang out in a roar. He grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her out of the room, where the frighten children screamed from the sudden action. “Where is she?!” He barked, tossing the frighten women onto the hallway floor. The men, whom wrapped themselves around their ladies of the night, did not once look to see what was happening. But Crystal’s mother only cried out, when Erik’s hood fell, baring his masked face. “Do not kill me.” She begged, in which only made Erik grapes her wrist, yanking her to her feet. “Take me to her now!” But she only struggled to remove herself, tears licking down her cheeks so quickly. “I-I do not know where she is!” But he shoved her down the hall, his eyes narrowed.

“Then you better pray we find her.”
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