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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 night was not gentle, as it was said once before.

Upon the loft, the swan like bed, Erik watched as Esme, Crystal and Eddy slept. So gentle and so innocent, they all seemed to be. Esme resting upon her side, her arm wrapped protectively around Crystals little body, as the child curled into the gypsy’s embrace. While Eddy..... Eddy... He laid alone, without knowing the thought or the clam relief that his sister was right beside him. He’ll get that joy once his eyes open. But now...But now.... Slowly Erik pushed himself to stand, needing to get away. He felt like he was ruining the innocence of this pack. Drawing the covers, over the sleeping three, he made his way back down those steps. His heavy robe brushing along his body, that was once again, dry.

He walked, even thou there wasn’t a lot to walk around, he just paced. His arms clasped behind his back, his head bowed, gazing at the ground as he thought.

What now?

He had taken both the children into his home... He had killed their mother. Guilt hit him like a bruising blow. He killed their mother.... They would never forgive him if he utter those damning words.... Coming to a stop, he let out a deep sigh. He didn’t know what will happen next. Looking to the steps, he thought about going back to them and watching them sleep. Perhaps take the joy, be greedy and hold dear, the fact that children were among him... But he denied himself that pleasure, as he turned away, and made his way towards his piano. Settling himself down to play, to let the tender and soft notes play out. He needed to clean his mind, his head. And music was always calming to his being.

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“Ye’r no good son’s a bitches.”

George made his way back into the empty room, that used to be shared between Charlie, Adam and himself. But the weak boy ended up sleeping in Sandors’ room, sleeping within a bed while the rest of them slept upon the cracking floor.

“Pissin Whore.” He growled, patting the dust and dirt from his coat. He spent the late and early hours of the night and morning, digging a pissin grave for Adam. He can’t say he enjoyed it. But with a groan, from his pulsing back, that tightened in pain half way threw the dig, he settled upon within one of the chairs that lingered by an empty table. Hearing the legs groan from his weight, while his hands went limp at his sides. How come he was always doing everything?? Bloddy unfair, he thought. George was always yelled into doing everything, while Adam went about and slept with every female that had a good pair of legs and a good bust. While Charlie, the little whore, slept his way to doing absolutely nothing. And then there’s Sandor... George narrowed his eyes upon the wooden table. All this work, all this chasing down and killing. All for a wee lass, in which they could not get? Why are they going after the lass in the first place?! George thought, his lips a snarl. Sandor was ankle deep in Charlies backside, why does he need this Esme as well? If not for the damn women, they all would be back with the rest of the gypsy’s. The freak show, their true home. Not this bloody place. His knuckles curled into a fist, as his mind grew black with thoughts. This was all the lasses fault. The little scarlet...

“Just wait in till I get me hands on her.....”

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“I think we should keep them.”

Erik looked up from his arms, where his head was cradled within his brief sleep. With out knowing, Erik had cradled his head within his arms and fell into the darkness of his dream, upon the very piano he was playing. It wouldn’t have been that bad, if there wasn’t a bird charting into his very ears. Looking up, his sight fuzzed, he mumbled out the very question lingering within his mind.

“Keep....Them?”

Above him lingered the very angel he worshiped, and the very angel that would soon drive him mad. Esme stood above him with a smile that made his groin kick into action. Her red curls dismayed and about, her little body hiding behind the blue stain robe he had gotten for her. Covering every inch of that loveable body and sweet skin. A groan almost passed his lips as she spoke again to him.

“Yes, we should keep them.”

With a groan, his spine popping within certain places, he sat up straight. How said it was, he was getting to old for these things. But looking back to his Gypsy, whom held her hands before her breasts, folded like a prayer, as she watched him with pleading eyes. “What the devil are you talking about.” He muttered, making her frown before laughing out softly. That sound....her laughter... He would have closed his eyes and drew his head back to listen for hours, before he gave him a heartily shove upon the shoulder. “Oh you little tease. The children!” Erik frowned again, his mind all but fuzzy. But it all came back to him like a flash, the children that slept within his bed. Their mother, the attack of last night... All rushed back...and his face frowned.

“Esme, we can not keep them here.” Esme gave a pout, before waving her hand at him. “ Of course we can! Oh Erik please, they have no where to go.” Grasping his hands, she pulled him to his feet, drawing him towards the steps. “They have no where to go, beside Eddy has taken a great liking to you. Please, they must stay. They would brighten up this place a lot more.”

Erik was shaking his head, in disbelief of what she was saying. “Esme, they are not pets. They are human beings, we can not keep them here. There isn’t any space.” Whipping to him she grinned, “Then we shall make space! Or Erik, we can move out of here, from the theater. We can more outside of this city. Someplace wide and free. Green grass and meadows, blue skies and warm summers. And a little cottage of our own. Oh Erik you would love it. You can leave this darkness and be in the light, to feel the warmth of the sun, without fear of others seeing you. We will be with you Erik, me and the children. No one else. You can be free.” Erik stopped upon the very last step of those stones ally, looking at the bed that held the children. Slowly his gaze went back to Esme, whom held him tightly upon his hands, a hopefully smile upon her face. “We can leave once and for all Erik. Someplace, where no one will ever find us.” He stared at her, his face giving any sigh of hope or deny. But he slowly pulled her into his arms, holding her close, holding her gently. Burying his tired face into her red locks. “Why must I leave this place?” He whispered to her, his fingers curling into her shoulders, holding her closer. “To feel the warmth of the sun, when your right here?” Her cheeks flushed from the words, making her bit her lower lip, and slowly smile. “Oh Phantom..” She whispered, touching his chest softly,

“Your not going to sweet talk your way out of this.”

With a groan and her little giggles, he was pulled towards the bed, watching as the children stirred from their dreams and slowly rose. Crystal was the first to wake, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her brown bangs from her sleepy face. At first, she did nothing but sit there, not sure where she was. But once her eye’s fell upon Erik, her face broke into a smile. “Phantom.” She whispered sleepily. “Good morning.” Esme whispered, making her way over, to sit with them. Soon Eddy woke up, and stared in disbelief at the site of his sister, before lunging out, wrapping his arms around her, making her squeal out and demand to be let go. He hugged her as she fought, in her own childish manner, While Esme watched, laughing happily, letting Erik watch, before softly whispering.

“Yes..... Good Morning.”
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