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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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“No.”

Erik stared in complete shocked as he stared into the cold dead eyes of seem to be himself. How? He asked, how could this be?

Sandor stood before Erik gritting his teeth, his legs braced and arms tense, keeping up the same strength this man held. Sandor would be damned if he let Esme get away again, no. Not this time. The blades strained and beads of sweat started to forum on both of their foreheads. The crowed around them were still and silent, like a sudden sound would cause blood shed to fall.

They most likely were right.

Sandor narrowed his eyes to the man, jealously running throw his veins. This man dressed like a gypsy whom the host had called ‘Erik’ was dancing with his dancer and Esme looked so...happy.. He hated her for it. But he notices the grip on Erik’s blade had loosen for a slip second and with a smirk, his arm sliced and knocked the blade from Eriks trembling fingers. “I’m taking back what’s mine.” He snarled, the tip of his blade touching Erik throat, lightly tapping his adam apple that seem to tremble with the rest of him.

“No..” George began to walk away, holding the passed Esme on his shoulder. Barking out caused a younger boy to chase after them. Erik could not move, he needed to save Esme, he needed to get away from those dirty hands that touched her fresh skin. But he could not bring himself to do so. The very image of himself stood before him, His mask glaring at him in the eyes, the evil. The dark tourment he held deep inside of his heart coming true. And he was going to have Esme….

“NO!”

With yell, that shocked Sandor for a split second. Eriks hand grabbed the blade that touched his throat and pulled it away, cutting his skin. But he lunged at him, with death, with fire in his eyes as he started to shout. His body slammed into the other man’s, knocking him down onto the floor. Sandor let out a grunt, cursing flying out. But they were covered by the sound of a struggling man as Erik sat himself to his knees, grabbing Sandor collar and started to slam his bleeding fist into his jaw. “I wont let you have her!” Erik started to scream, harder and harder he struck, watching in pure fear as Sandors jaw began to bleed, his hands struggling, striking Erik where ever he could but was never enough to get the freaked out monster off him.

The guest covered their mouths in shocked and disgust. The ladies looking away from the blood that was forming. Finally the butlers whom had watched could not stain the sight no more. It took four to rip Erik away from the blood covered Sandor, struggling to keep him at bay as he yelled and screamed, demanding to kill him, demanding to get rid of the monster he had become.

Throw his fire set eyes, he saw the young man George had called rush back throw the still crowed. His eyes were wide as a yell ripped from his throat. Rushing to Sandor side he knelt and grabbed his collar, checking him, yelling at his master to speak, to look upon him, but his eyes were bruised and swollen and his lips trembled, spitting blood with every movement he tried to make with words. Slowly one by one, The butlers let Erik go, only to jump at Rouals booming voice.

“Call the night guard! I want these men arrested and hung!!”

Eriks body jerked as thou it had been whipped, with a growl, he turned to Raoul and pointed, blood dripping down his palms and arms, the site was so fearful that Raoul backed up another step.

“I will get even Roual, Mark my words. You will pay for what you done to Esme!” With that he turned and rushed forward, shoving aside the men whom stepped out to grab him and keep him at bay in till the officers came. He still had to get Esme, he wont let that fat bucket of waste laid one hand on her!
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George struggled as he shoved his way down the dark ally behind Raoul home. The kitchen staff was to scared to stop him, or shocked. He did not care, he needed to get out of there. Sandor should be able to handle the mishap.

His chest burned from the weight he had to lug but the snow was not making it any better. His fingers touched Esme thigh, hearing her moan out lightly, in pain? In pleasure? A smug smile touched his lips. “We got ye now lassie.” He growled, leaning against the end of the damp ally. “And soon… Soon you will do what ye’r sister had done. Tat right miss, on your back. I’m gonna enjoy takin what Sandor made me sta’ for.”

A chuckle touched his throat before his legs stiffen, pushing himself once again. He better get back to the hide out before the guards get the chance to find him. With a deep breath, he shoved away.

Something was not right.

The one moment his foot touched the ground, pain shot throw his spine, his chest bursting as thou flames attacked. He stiffen and stilled, his body slowly starting to quiver. Why…. With wide eyes, his head slowly tilted down. His free hand moving up to touch his burning pain in his chest. His finger tips touched warm liquid, before slowly feeling something long and hard… Cold and sharp, cutting his fingers. Looking down slowly, blood trailed down his slacked jaw as he came to see.

A blade sticking out from his chest, his own blood dripping down the point.

“H-How…”

His eyes sinking back, he slipped to his knees and down, Esme body falling into the snow.

The white snow slowly began to grow red as the crunching sounds of feet were heard.

Erik walked out slowly panting, his eyes narrowed with rage, his body trembling from the fear.. From the hate.. From all that had happen. Quick to his steps, he rushed to Esme fallen side. Kneeling he touched her face, feeling the coldness from the snow. Helplessly, he whispered her name. He watched, his arms gathering her in his arms, holding her close to his beating heart. Repeating he shouted her name, tears touching his eyes. He saw his own nightmare coming true. The monster inside of him, the True Phantom coming out and taking away his own thing that could save him. Closing his eyes tightly, he held her close and sobbed quietly, burying his face into her red hair.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I wont let them take you.. Please Esme. Stay with me.” Touching his lips to her forehead, he repeated himself, over… and over.. Wanting her to awaken. To no more lay still in his arms.

“…Erik..”

Lifting his head slowly, he looked to her with wide tear filled eyes. His lips parting a little when his eyes found the green orbs, misted as thou they had awaken from a long slumber. She looked up to him and she stared, to scared. Would she look at him in fear? Would she scream and try to get away like his old love before? To say he was a monster for letting her be kidnapped? Doubt weighed heavy on his mind and it eased suddenly, when her hand touched his wet cheek. Looking back, he was greeted by a sleepy smile. Her fingers, weakly tracing his cheek to his jaw. “Erik..” Esme whispered lightly. “I’m cold..”

Erik broke into a smile then before letting out a laugh. Holding her close, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks and eyes. His arms holding her tightly and close. “Yes.. Yes of course.” He heard her sigh, her body pressing closer.

“I love you Erik…”

Lifting her from the snow, holding her close, protecting her with his own painted flesh protecting her from the gentle blows of winters breath.

“….I love you Esme.”
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