A/N Okay so I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my most faithful reader, Rose Petals and Ink Stains. Thank you for your support! Your name suggestions helped me immensly! So seeing as you are the only one whose reveiwd lately, I guess this story is mostly for you. Maybe it will have a happy ending I don't know, but a warning, this is a terribly sad chapter. So bring on the Klenex! Okay so enough dorkiness, the Angel says I neeed to write Lotte's back ground story, so wish me luck.

Chapter Three: A Past Revealed

Lotte and Erik sat in his room, she on his bed and he in a chair across from her.

"My name, my real name," Lotte began sadly, "is Angelique Lireal Chastain. My family mostly called me Angel for short." She smiled sadly, it was not the first time the irony of this had struck her. "My parents..." Her voice broke for a moment remembering, "My parents were always so good to me, the loved me and my little sister, Sabriel Tamora, I loved Sabriel with all my heart, she was such an angel! I miss them all so much. I life was a poor one, but we were happy. My father was a trader, a kind and fair man, but there were those who thought he had wronged them and sought to avenge their imaginary wrongs. One night these men banded together and formed a mob outside our house, I was fourteen and Sabriel was three. They locked us inside and set the house on fire..." A sob exscaped her lips as tear rolled down her paling face. Erik was sadden by the terror in her eyes as she recalle that horrifying experience. " I manged to find Sabriel and get her out of the house some how. I'm... I don't know how, I don't remember, I only remember the smoke, the heat, and the... the terror. Sabriel was screaming for Maman and Papa, but I could hear them inside. They...they were burned alive." Lotte paused a moment ot regain her composure. "I picked Sabriel up, but those men... those pigs were still there. They tore her from my arms, her screams, still torture me as I sleep." Ters spilled from her cold grey eyes, which held a far away look in them as she told Erik of her terror. "God only knows what they did to her, I only pray it wasn't what they did to me. They... they..." Lotte swolled and turned her face from Erik, "They raped me," she said, her voice faint, barely a whisper. "There were so many of them," She shivered in fear. "They...they..." She broke down, unable to say any more. Erik didn't need to hear it, he knew well enough what nust have happened next, but when she regained composure, he let her continue, knowing that she need to relieve herself of the burden. He sat next to her and put his arm around her to comfort her. "They left me lying there in the snow, after I finally blacked out... I looked for Sabriel, I searched for years, but I could not find her..." Lotte buried her face in his chest and began to sob uncontrollably. "She's the only family I have left and I don't even know if she is still alive or not!" Erik stroked her hair soothingly.

"It's okay Lotte, my child. They cannot find you here, and if anyone gives you any reason to fear them here, they will pay for it dearly.It's ok now Lotte, Angel..."

"I'm no longer Angel, Angelique Lireal Chastain died that night... Oh Erik," she sobbed, "I couldn't save her! I couldn't protect, I'm her sister, she looked up to me, for guidence, for... for protection."

"I'm sure she knows you did your best..." His voice was so soothing, Lotte took a deep breath and began to compose her self. She looked into Eriks eyes, those endless pools of suffering.

"You must not call me by that name, I am Lotte now, I have no last name, I am only Lotte. Worthless little Lotte." Her vice was so bitter. Erik looked into her eyes, those cold, grey eyes and knew he'd met the one whose sould held as much pain as his.

"You are not worthless Lotte, not to me at least," and before he knew what he was doing he had leaned down and captured Lotte's lips in a not-so-chaste kiss.

Lotte let her self fall into the kiss, it was only with Erik that she felt safe. His kiss pulled her down into a seducive darkness that she had never known, and then she realized just how much Erik meant to her.

Erik realized what he was doing and pulled back, suddenly breaking the kiss. He rose from the bed and turned away from Lotte, form those soft, seductive lips...

"Erik..." god, why did her voice have to be so beautful? Why did she say his name as though it were sacred? Why did Christine not? He loved Christine not Lotte.

"Leave me." His voice was a harsh whisper.

"Erik...' Her voice held a questioning note of fear, that tore his heart, but he had to prepare for Christine...

"I said leave me!" He screamed turning to face her, but she had fled him, he could hear her frightened sobs as she ran fro him. "My god what have I done?" He whispered to himself, burying his face in his hands as he sank to to his bed.

A/N so there it is. I think that after I finish this I' going to write a sequel to Endless Longing. Any ideas? I need a title... So anyway, please, please review, and please read my one shot? Pretty please with Erik on top? Even if it is a one shot some reviews would be nice...