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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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[Just a reminder. Erik was taken from the Movie, while Raoul was taken from the book. If I get Raoul character wrong, please don’t write to me and yell at me and what not. Its my first fan fic. And I’m going by what I am told. Since my second hand has read the book. So, lets bring out our little missing Hanson bother! –Sighs- lord, I’m making Raoul so bad.]

[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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Five franks…

Esme stared in distress at the black rose that shinned within the display window. She was under five franks. Her fingers held tightly to the little bag that held the money in which she earned. From her bells to the crazy hair man who butchered her hair. She had only ninety, when she needed ninety-five. She had to find something else to sale, something that would give her the five franks she needed. She would do her hair again, but Nicolas had his fun and chopped off her hair to her shoulders. A length she did not agreed, but Nicolas assured her it was twelve inches. In his eyes, she guessed. With her new hair cut and pained eyes, she thought. Her mothers clip came to her mind again and she shock it away. She couldn’t give up the only thing she had from her past. She never knew her mother very well since her dad left their old home and took her along with five of her sisters at the small age of two.

His reasons were unclear in her mind, but she must of thought it was important. To take his children from their mother, who stayed behind. Her fingers curled into the smooth glass surface, her past catching up with her. Why did her father take her away from her mother? She couldn’t remember anything horrible happening to them. But she was small and did not remember much. Questions that longed for answers, but only to keep them in mystery when her father was killed. She’ll never know the truth. Never.

But getting back to the task at hand, she needed to find a way to get five more franks. Once done she could buy it then take it home. A little giggle came from her, her Phantom would love it. Biting her lower lip in thought, she got her idea. Her belt held some bits of sliver and gold. Perhaps she could brake off a little bit of the vines and get a small price for them. That way she could get the rose. She clapped her hands at the idea. Yes! She was going to do it. Pulling her hood more up upon her head, hiding her chopped locks, she turned to hurry back home.

Only to run right into a solid body, whose hands grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

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He had a bad feeling, it made his stomach tighten and brawl rise in his throat. He felt this way before, that night. So long ago, on top of his theater roof, where he watched, in twisting sorrow as his Angel shattered his black heart by throwing down his rose and ran into the arms of the bastard. His hands curled into a fist. That bastard, with his blonde hair and dashing good looks. He twisted his little fingers within his Angels hair and tricked her into running with him. While Erik watched in the distance, with such sorrow, such rage.

Such pain.

But this feeling slowly started to come back. He didn’t understand why. He waited within the blistering cold for Esme to come out of that wig store. He wanted to know what she was doing in there, but her hood was up and she was hurrying. As if to get away from that store. What made his stomach tighten even more, was when that owner came out, with a large grin upon his face. His heart cracked. So many thoughts running through his head. Was this man an old lover? Did Ruby just do the unthinkable with him? Rage of jealously ran through his very body. His fingers ached to curl around the mans throat, to kill the very being that held his Gypsy. And he would have too, if he didn’t see his young dancer run back towards the jewels store.

A little voice within his mind whispered to him. ‘Why should you care? Its not like she’s yours.’ Why indeed. But he did! And it angered him to think such things! If he could, he would lock his dancer in his lair and never let her out in the dawn of day, like he should have down to his singer if he had the chance. But for the moment, he would just follow her and hope, pray he was wrong.

Thoughts and confusion brushed along his mind slowly. She was standing back before the window. Why on earth was she looking at? There was most likely something in there that she wanted, which didn’t make his past thoughts calm down. Did she sale herself in order to get it? Damn! He knew he should have killed that man when he had the chance. He turned on his heel, determined to do his task upon the wig maker. When something caught the corner of his eye. His dancer ran into someone in her rush and was being held. Slowly he turned his head back, his left eye that wasn’t covered by the scarf settled upon the two.

His breath caught in his throat, his mind went blank. But soon, his whole body was wrapped with such fear, and such fury. A roar ripped threw his throat at the sight before him before he spun around, racing into the darkness of the ally. Racing home to grab his sword, which he most mistakenly left behind. He would cut the man’s head off this time! He would kill him and no one will stop him. Fading into the darkness and into the muck behind the building, he cursed aloud. He must hurry.

Before Raoul tried to take his dancer as well.

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Raoul stared in shock at the women before him. He’s day just couldn’t get better. With his boyish charm and looks, he was use to women swooning into his arms, but never running into them, besides his wife that is. He woke to the day, planning on going out to pick up his gift for his sleeping wife. He would pick up something special for the blissful months since he married his childhood sweet heart, Christian. But slowly the months were getting dull and the happy marriage was becoming pitied. Believing the gift he had in mind for his wife would bring back the pleasure of having her, he never thought about how it all started. He wanted Christian, perhaps cause she was famous. But now she stopped singing, just so she could be by his side. Or so she say’s. Becoming the classic housewife, inching to start a family, Raoul was left to sigh in his own mind of thoughts. Perhaps he wanted Christian even more, for he knew someone else wanted her, a sly smile curled his lips. Eric, the Phantom of the Opera would have worshipped the ground his wife walked on. If Raoul didn’t do a damn fine job making sure it didn’t happen. His wife would have loved the Phantom, yes out of pity maybe. But He did a fine job poisoning her mind with horrid words, making her run from Erics’ out stretched hand and into his open arms.

Just like this young lady did.

Planning on just steadying her and going on to pick up his gift. That plan was shattered when the hood upon the girls’ head fell. And before him, stood a wide eye creature of such beauty. Far more different then any girl he had met. Be the Lady’s and the common whore. Her hair was such golden red and short. All the ladies here grew their hair to be long, finding it far more pleasing. But now, starting at the girl before him, he was finding short hair to be bliss. Her eyes were such bright green he was drowning within them, and her skin. Good lord her skin, was baked under the sun into a golden tan, making his fingers itch to get out from his gloves and touch those cheeks, to see if they were warm like the suns rays. Her little lips, pink and ripe, almost tempting for kisses, her high cheek bones giving her a bonny gesture. She looked absolutely beauty. She stared at him with such surprise, it made his groin tighten, which cause his hands to tighten on her shoulders. Was she one of the ladies of the night? In his mind, he hoped she was.

Esme stared up at the strange man before her. In her hurry to grab her belt, she forgotten to look where she was dashing and ran right into a gentlemen. A gentlemen! Her lips parted in a gasp, followed soon by a squeal. “Oh my goodness!” Quickly she got out from his tight hold, quickly brushing her self off. “I’m so sorry!” Her hands reached out, only to brush at the suit Raoul wore, and the coat that laid over it. “I was in a hurry and didn’t see you there. I hope your not hurt, forgive me.” But her hands were caught by the gloved covered ones of the gentlemen’s. His pale blue eyes stared into her very own, making her become very uncomfortable. They shinned with something, longing? Wonder? Something sinful….

Quickly she yanked her hands away from his own, before his voice started to come out. His voice was deep and smooth, one to lured anything he wanted to him. She frowned, his voice did not hop of the scale her Phantom held his voice was filled with power and held such manliness. This mans voice, just made her itch to get away. “Oh no worries my dear.” He gave her a boyish smile, which did nothing to affect her. His face was held with a boy’s charm, his hair wasn’t really blonde but a dirty kind. Neatly combed, the strains brushing along his shoulders. She would find him somewhat handsome, if her Phantom didn’t beat him by a landslide. “If you will excuse me, I must be on my way.” She side stepped to get past him, but he only got in her way, his smile still playing on his lips. “Why are you in a hurry? Don’t forget, you did run into me.” She gave him a frown that made his eyes burn. She was starting to get an uneasy feeling. “I don’t see how my business deals with you.” He gave her a eyebrow raise, before he gave a shrug. “I guess you are right. But I was only trying to be a gentlemen about things.”

“Now, if you will excuse me.”

Raoul bowed his head a little before side stepping, giving her room to pass. But she didn’t get a chance to take a step before he spoke again. “But, seeing how I am a gentlemen. I can not let you wonder off alone. Tis almost dusk and who knows what a lady like you will fall into.” His hand took her by the small of her back, almost as if trying to show he wanted to protect her. But she only jerked out from his touch, backing away from his body. “I’m not a child. I can walk home by myself.” Raoul slowly grinned to himself. Her voice held an accent that whispered into his ears. How would it sound if her voice was filled with pleasure and what little sounds came out of them in the middle of passion. It’s been far to long since he had a stirring like this. Christian was well when it came to late night fun, but her innocent was taking his troll. He wanted someone with energy, someone wild, to grab him and cry out, to move restlessly under him. Images pop in his mind as he chuckled, this one before him would be just right.

Now he just had to lure her.

“I can surly see that.” His eyes rolled along down her body, seeing that her cloak had flapped open within the wind. Her outfit, it made him frown. He saw it before, long ago. But he couldn’t put a finger on it. But pushing it aside he went back to what was happening between them. “No, no, no. I know what monsters linger in these allies, its my duty to make sure you safely at home.” He was pushing her to say yes. Esme did not like this one bit. Biting her lower lip, she blurted out,

“It wouldn’t do you any good since I’ll just be coming back any way.”

She twitched, she wanted to take back those words but it was to late. Raoul was now crossing his arms. Showing he was not going to let her pass with out answering his questions. What had she done… Tapping his chin, he looked up, only to see the display window. He made a guess. “Where you looking at something in there you wished to buy?” He watched as her head turned to the display case, staring down at the rose. He saw the longing in her eyes and had to surpass a groan. Slowly he walked in till he was behind her, placing his arms behind his back, trying not to touch her, he muttered. “The rose is lovely is it not?” He watched as his red head lass rose one of her little fingers, touching the smooth surface. “Aye.” She whispered. He watched her, his arms wanting to pull her back into his chest, but they were in public… That and she seemed to be the strong type. No worries, his charms always won. “Are you trying to buy that?” She snapped out from her daze, before she only sighed. “ I will once I get the rest of the money I need.” She held onto her purse tightly, she needed to get her belt before the store closed. Her wanted to hold the rose and hold it close. She longed to see the smile upon her Phantoms face when she gave it to him. She wanted the rose. She wanted it now.

“I’ll buy it for you.”
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