I Am No Longer A "Child."

Got the idea for this fic while waiting for a guy to call and got to thinking about my past relationships and just when I started REALLY understanding men.

Summary: The night at La Falourdel's when Esmeralda meets Phoebus. Phoebus actually succeeds in "deflowering" Esmeralda. She finds the experience to be painful and unloving. Phoebus leaves before Esmeralda wakes up, but a certain someone else is there.

As this is book based all characters and what not belong to Victor Hugo.

Constructive criticism is greatly accepted…flames/rants not so much. Please review whether you like it or not.


After Phoebus left Jehan to wallow in his own drunkenness he checked to make certain that he had saved some coin to pay for the room. Finding the few coins he strutted along in a triumphant air, smiling and thinking of the girl who would be waiting for him.

"Captain Phoebus De Chateaupers?"

Phoebus, in his own intoxicated bliss barely heard his name being said.

"Captain Phoebus De Chateaupers?"

The voice repeated itself and this time an arm reached out to grab hold of the captain's arm.

"Mon Dieu!"

Phoebus shouted as he grabbed his sword and turned around.

"Who are you and what do you mean by accosting the Captain of the king's royal archers in the street?"

"I know where you are going and the end result does not look good…"

The hand relaxed and fell away from the captain's shoulder, but Phoebus still stood ready to put up a fight.

"That is where you are wrong!"

Phoebus smirked and chuckled, thinking about the gypsy girl who would become worried and more ready for him if he were late.

"You have a rendez-vous with a girl."

"That is correct."

Phoebus made no argument with the beings statement and casually sheathed his sword, ensuring that his hand was on the hilt.

"This girl's name is…"
"Smeralda!"

Phoebus didn't let the being finish, and as he said the girl's name he realized how it affected him.

"State your business, or else let me be off to my rendez-vous."

Phoebus was growing impatient and wanted to relieve the heated feeling in his loins. Not knowing what else to say the odd being allowed the captain to walk on.

"She is a witch from Hell!"

The being shouted after the captain in a raspy voice, before ducking back into the darkness and following close behind him.

Phoebus paid no more heed to the odd encounter, nor did he realize that he was being followed. His mind was on the girl and what he was about to enjoy.

Esmeralda stood, waiting in the spot he had chosen for them to meet. She was giddy, nervous and wringing her lovely hands in anticipation! He had asked her to meet him, perhaps to run away somewhere and live forever in one another's arms. Her eyes were dreamy and her thoughts were only of the handsome "Sun-God" who she hoped would pronounce his love for her and…there he was! She saw him approaching and a wide grin overtook her face.

"I hope I did not keep you waiting too long my dear."

Phoebus took her hand in his, smiling with satisfaction at how she gazed up at him.

"Oh!"

She blushed and turned away, fearing that if she had said "yes" he would not love her.

"I do not mind waiting for you my captain."

Her voice was honey, her smile was dreamy and infinite.

"Why don't we find a more comfortable setting so that we may talk?"

He brought her hand to his lips, again causing her face to become crimson and her thoughts to become giddy with love.

She giggled, nodding her head.

"Yes."

With that she allowed the captain to lead her up to an inn. Phoebus wrapped at the door and as soon as the old crone, Madame La Falourdel answered he shoved a few coins into her hand. He did not bother stopping to chat, or tell the woman what room he and his lady friend would be taking. He had other things on his mind.

Once alone with the lovely girl, Phoebus became uneasy. She seemed not to know what was going on. He sensed an odd aura of chastity surrounding her, which made him all the more excited.

"My dear, tell me how many lovers have you had?"

He took a seat next to her on a well worn pallet, allowing his arm to snake around her waist.

"My goodness none! It is the amulet sir. I must remain pure, as if I do not it will not be pure. And if it is no longer pure, then I will never find my parents."

A small tear trickled down her cheek.

"But that does not matter now that I am with you my Phoebus!"

With the thought of being this damsel's first in his head, Phoebus became emboldened and placed his other arm around her to loosen her belt. She would be a sweet conquest, loving and pliant in his arms and he would promise her anything to take what no other man had ever gotten.

"Tell me what it will be like when we are married."

She sighed longingly as she gazed into his lusty eyes.

"When we are married?"

He laughed, but quickly stopped when he saw the sadness his laughter brought to such an astonishing face.

"My dear Smernarda…Similar…Smeneda…Forgive me my dear, but you have such an odd name!"

Esmeralda frowned, thinking her name beautiful for it's rarity.

"It is a trifle my love! I shall get it right once I know it by heart. But marriage is nothing! It is two people standing before a priest and having Latin babbled at them. Does it make anyone less loving if they do not marry?"

He assured the answer would be "no" by kissing the girl's lips and smiling.

"No…"

"Would you cease loving me if I were opposed to marriage?"

He kissed her lips again, relishing how flushed she looked after his lips touch hers a second time.

"I could never stop loving you my captain!"

She flung her arms around his neck and he saw the moment opportune to begin loosening her belt.

"When we are together you will be the happiest girl alive! You will see how I love you…"

"What are you doing?"

His hands had startled the poor creature and her arms retreated.

"You must discard this odd dress when you are with me my dear."

His lips found his way to her soft neck, as his hands found their way to the strings of her bodice.

"Oh my Phoebus! Tell me how much you love me!"

Phoebus smiled in great satisfaction as the girl's bodice slipped away and her blouse became loose, allowing his sight to latch onto her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts.

He breathing was becoming labored and came in short pants, her face was flushed and tears teemed down her cheeks as she gazed up at the captain, pleading with him silently.

"My dear you are the angel of my live!"

Saying this he knelt on bended knee and took her waist in his hands.

"I have loved none, but thee! My heart belongs to you."

He had practiced this same speech on so many like occasions that he knew it by heart and could recite it all in one breath.

"May the Devil take me if I do not prove my love for you tonight!"

So saying this, he ripped the blouse from the girl's fine bosom to reveal to round orbs of flesh. Without hesitation his eyes latched onto the sight and drank in her perfectly erect pink nipples. She had been so consumed in his speech that she barely realized what he had done. She hastily cover herself with her arms and looked away to avoid his gaze. It puzzled Phoebus as to how such a girl could be so modest.

"Ah! My dear Similar you are the most lovely girl I have ever laid eyes upon. Do not feel shame, for love is not a shameful thing."

He cupped her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him.

"Forgive me Phoebus. It is the amulet…It will lose it's power…I will never find my mother…"

She attempted to reach for her blouse, but Phoebus coldly drew back.

"I see that you do not love me!"

Phoebus sneered and turned away, hoping that she would take the bait.

"I do not love him?"

New tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Of course I love you Phoebus!"

She threw her arms around the captain, begging him not to leave her.

With that Phoebus became incredibly bold and backed her up against the bed.

"I do not believe you my sweet. You must prove to me that you love me."

Esmeralda bit her lip, unaware of what he meant.

"I do not know what you mean."

Phoebus had begun removing his belt and doublet, preparing for the romp he was about to enjoy.

Esmeralda sat dumb, on the bed, holding her amulet in her hand and crying.

Once he had removed his hose he pressed his lips to hers, letting his tongue slide into her mouth and rub against hers.

"Promise me first that you love me…"

She whispered as she felt him removing her skirt.

He never answered. She remembered only something being shoved into her painfully, crying out his name and begging him to stop. She vaguely remembered crying and after a while she just blacked out. This was not the loving night she had envisioned with her sweet captain. This was something horrifying and bad. This was a sweating, panting man above her asking her how good it was feeling to have him inside her. This was some snide, arrogant bastard grabbing her breast too hard and slamming into her. This was nothing more than sex for his enjoyment.


That was chapter 1. The full story is so long that it is in chapters...otherwise it would just be the page that doesn't end. The next chapter will be posted once I get some reviews.