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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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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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“I’ll buy it for you.”

Esme could not be hearing this right. This man, who she had just met, whom she had run into. Was now offering to buy her what she longed to get? There was a catch… Or perhaps he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart? No. His eyes told her differently. Slowly she looked away from the window and looked over her shoulder to the blonde hair stranger. He stared down at her, a tender smile upon his face. She gave him a frown before shaking her head, “ I don’t need charity. I can buy it myself. Besides, I hardly know you and it would be wrong to take something offered buy a stranger.”

“Oh how rude of me.” He replied, “I guess your beauty lead me to forget myself. Please.” Placing his hand out, he took her own from the smooth glass window, bringing it up to his warm lips, placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles. A kiss, that was held upon her skin far to long to be a act of introducing. “I am Vicomte de Chagny. But you my lady, may call me Raoul.” She snatched her hand back from his grasps, which did nothing but make him smile on the inside. Se was a fighter, and he liked a good battle. He believed he might win a favor from her if he offered to buy the rose she so seemly wanted. And if she was like any other girl, more commingle his wife. She would have agreed and thrown herself into his arms and swore she would repay him with anything he do desired. But she didn’t do that, and what he desires flared on the battle to seek it out.

“What is your name?” He whispered, the sun was sinking and the night was growing cold. Perhaps, if he stayed a while longer at her side, she would let he woo her into a close by inn, where he can ride out the flames of his irritation of life. And by the way she looked, she was very promising, to give him rides of a lifetime. He watched as she thought about giving her name. She was being very protective of herself. But she finally craved in, “Esme… Esme Lonsdale.” Raouls’ brows shot up from the last name. “My, that’s a name I haven’t heard quiet often.” She only gave a shrug, pulling the cloak about her form from the cold nights air. “I don’t find that surprising. Since the name was from my father who didn’t come from here.” Raoul was growing very inspired by this strange young lady, that he found himself asking questions, “Who was your father then?”

“A sword juggler.”

“I’m taking you are from one of the fairs that passes through then?”

“Aye. I’m one of the dancers.”

Raouls lips twitched in a smile. ‘Damn!’ Esme thought, seeing the look within his eyes. How did he do that? She was determined to get away from him and go back home. But his voice made her stay, and made her answer him. She should have kept her mouth shut! “Oh damn.” She muttered out loud, making her new guest tilt his head slightly in wonder. “Something wrong?” She gave a shake of her head before speaking, “I fear I have said to much. Now if you will excuse me, I must be going.” But her arm was caught, even threw her thick cloak, stopping her. “After I get you that rose.” She let out a squeal as he dragged her inside the jewelry store. “No! Really its not important, I can do it myself!” He only gave her one of those heart-braking smiles, which did nothing to Esme made rise her anger.

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Erik growled with such rage. He feared he would kill anyone who got in his way. Under his cloak, his gloved finger held onto the sliver head of his sword that dangled upon its holder, upon Erik’s belt. He came just in time to see Raoul kiss the hand of his Dancer. And that made his eyes see red. He would have rushed into the open and cut into that devils heart, if he didn’t see Esme snatch her hand away, with anger in her eyes. She was a tough little Gypsy and his heart soared with that fact. She was so kind and gentle with him, but with Raoul, he got to see another side. One who should dislike and anger, one that wanted to make Erik never want to upset her. But he managed to get across the road to the same sidewalk they both lingered on. But not close enough to hear their words.

But to see the action of Raoul dragging Esme inside, make the blade scrape across its shield, slowly sliding out. He was going to kill the bastard and steal Esme away. But the door closed behind him, leaving Erik to cover his blade again and slowly step inside. He would spy, and would watch. And if Raoul did one little thing to her, he would kill the little toad.

Sinking into the back, he stood before a glass case, staring at the glittering crystals inside. He ignored the workers there, not wanting to cause attention to him. Which was hard to do in the first place, being wrapped up and covered. But he watched, from the corner of his eyes, what was befalling upon his dancer and the toad. He watched, he couldn’t hear their words very well, but he saw what was happening between them. Esme managed to get out from his grasp, but she didn’t run away like Erik had hoped. But she had stayed by his side and let out a deep sigh. Surrender?

The both spoke, her voice was harsh while his remand gentle. But she seemed to stop fighting and nod her heard. Erik saw the winning smile upon Raoul face and itched to rip it right off. An old man went to them and Raoul had given an ordered. But what got Eriks attention was how the man treated Ruby. The worker gave her a smile and spoken some friendly words before Raoul politely cut in. The old man gave a bow of his head to Raoul before walking off, towards the displaying window. But he returned shortly with what looked like to be a rose. A black rose. His heart tighten, it remained him of the roses he use to leave for his singer, blood red with a black silk thong wrapped around its stem. It was very beautiful. But Rubys small hand reached out and took that rose. Holding it softly in her grasp. She stared at it with such longing. Raoul spoke to her and she gave a nod with her head. And soon, Erik watched with a heavy heart, as Raoul fished out bills and paid the man. Raoul was buying her that rose. His right hand rose to his chest, Erik leaned heavily upon the wall beside him. He felt it, that painfully feeling. Like a knife was being sliced right threw his beating heart. It was just like that bitter night, back upon the rooftop.

He would have fallen to his knees if one of the others workers didn’t rush to him and went to plea if he needed help. He couldn’t be here any more. With a thrust, he pushed himself away from the wall and rushed out the stores door. The cold wind stinging his uncovered skin. But he ran back to his theater. The hood upon his cloak falling, the scarfs’ he wore slowly sliding off his face. He would have run them both threw, but he couldn’t bare the thought of having them both see the tears that wanted to fall. So he ran, back to the hollow pain of his home, to the numbing darkness of his room. Back to his heart broken and crushed hopes, of finally finding someone to love him.

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Everyone’s attention and eyes lay upon the closed door. Esme held onto the rose softly, a frown upon her lips. The cloaked figure left in such a hurry. A sinking feeling hit her gut. But she only shocked her head, and shocked out the outrage thoughts building in her mind. How foolish of her to think such things. Yes, foolish indeed. But everyone went back to his or her task, the old salesman from the morning took the rose she held to wrap it up for protection. She had zoned out on the thought of the mere shock on the Phantoms face when he saw what she had gotten him. The pictures of delight kept her busy, as Raoul rambled on about something of himself.

“I do believe that person who just ran out of here was rude.” He muttered. Esme smiled happily to old man, as she took the bag in which held her wrapped up, boxed up tightly, rose laid in. She held it close, not wanting any one to touch it. It was finally hers. Raoul took her by her shoulders, walking her out into the cold nights air. It chilled her to the bone, causing her to pull the hood she had left down, back on. “There, now I do believe a ‘Thank you’ is in order.” Slowly he was trapping her, even if she didn’t know it. He was sly, most of his friends told him so. But he watched as Esme pulled out a leather purse and withdrew the money instead and handed it over. “Here.” She spoke, her voice wrapped in plain tone. “For buying me the rose.” Raoul only lifted his hands, shaking his head at her. “No my dear. I bought it for you. As a gift so to speak.” She gave a frown before holding it out more, pushing it into his up risen hands. “But I must repay you. I hardly know you and I haven’t done a thing to be given such a gift. So here, just take the money and we’ll be even.”

He gave a pained sigh. She wasn’t going to give up on this would she? At least she has spirit. Taking the money from her hands, he counted it out, before handed her back forty of the ninety franks he held. “Here.” He spoke before she could protest. “I’ll take fifty of the franks. That way you still have some left over. But I also would like to take you to supper.” He gave a large grin, “That way, we’ll call it even after that.” Esme stared up at him like he grew two heads. She could hardly stand the man before her, even if he was nice enough to buy her the rose she wanted but the have dinner with him? That was just out of the question! But he was placing the money into her free hand, and was lifting her chin with those same fingers. “And I wont take no for an answer.” He had trapped her. She said she would repay him…

“Fine. I’ll have supper with you. But only one.”

He gave her that boyish smile, before removing his hands from her face. “Good. Tomorrow then, come I’ll take you home. That way I know where to pick you up tomorrow night.” He was about to take her arm when she stepped back. “No. I have a better idea.” She rushed out. “I’ll met you somewhere. That way, you don’t have to waste your time trying to find my home.” He gave her a frown, that made no since at all. But he had to return home soon before his wife started to worry. With a surrounding sigh, he pointed at the ground. “Fine then. Tomorrow, I shall meet you right here. Lets say, eight o’clock.” She gave him a quick nod before she dashed past him. He gave a little brow rise. Was she even gonna come that night? He just had to make sure. Pulling his cloak a little more around his frame, he watched the lass run in till she turned the next corner. Fading into the darkness. She would come.

They always come.

With a smug smile, he began to walk the opposite way, heading towards the shop he needed to do to pick up his gift. Then return home, and get him ready. For tomorrows supper, where he’ll have his little Esme;

For dessert.
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