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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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[Woot! I'm in the 1000 point! Thank you readers...if I had my scanner working. I would so show you the picture I drew of Erik and Ruby. But in till then, heres a new chapter. Enjoy!]

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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So beautiful… So very beautiful…

Esme let her body be gently tugged into the dinning hall. Lights flickers everywhere, giving off a warm settled look. Golden lamps hanging from the walls, chandeliers were dangling above their very heads. The walls painted with colors that would ease the very soul of any mortal that walked into the warm surroundings. The waiters walked about, holding sliver platter and wineglasses. The scent of food that left Esme mouth water swam within the air, luring even the poorest of people to its doorstep. Ladies voices were high in laughter, as the gentlemen’s were low in conversation. Young lovers twirled along the dance floor, skirts of the purest of color flying within the air. Music drifted to her ears, a violin being one among them. Making a soft smile spread across her lips.

“I hope that is for me.”

Her mind was jerked, letting her glance up, and see the reasons why she was in such a place. Raoul grinned down at her, leading her towards one of the many empty tables. “Perhaps, if you would like. We could share a dance or two before the night is out.” Letting her arm go, withdrawing a chair from the table he offered it. Taking her seat, she looked back up to him before forcing another smile. “Perhaps...” But casting her eyes back down, she stared at the satin tablecloth, smooth to the touch. With sliver plates and bowls. So fancy, slowly she rose her fingers, touching one of the many forks placed at the side of the plate. Remaining her of the sliver bells she use to have, then paining her of what had happen after giving them up.

She watched a waiter came up, his black hair pushed back, giving him that of a neat cut look. She frowned, the man must of spend hours trying to get his hair right along with his clothing. But she spoke not while Raoul ordered a first around. “The best wine you hold my good man.” He chuckled, removing the gloves from his strong hands. “Nothing but the best for my new friend.”

“Your flattery is like honey mister Chagny. They can lure anyone by the sweetness of its sounds.”

“Oh please Esme. Call me Raoul.”

She looked away from him a little when their drinks were placed down before them. It was true, his words were like honey, but dripped with Poison, giving her a horrid feeling. Almost making her jump up and run back to the theater. But she pushed those sad thoughts back, her mind every questioning what would happen if she were to go back to Erik. What would he do to her, But in till then, she would have to bare Raoul acid dripping sweetness. In till she could get back home.

“The music is lovely isn’t it?” She whispered, hearing the strings of the violin. It was of a waltz, she knew since her father had played one for her. Telling her one-day she would be married to a gentleman, who could take care of her and her family. She smiled at that fact, remembering how she stubbornly told her father she would marry another Gypsy, a man strong enough to protect her and kind enough to let her family stay. Her father wanted something far more then what his own people could give. He dreamed that for her. While she just dreamed to stay by his side, in till the lord pulled them away. Which he did, far too soon.

“Would you care to dance?”

She looked back into those blue eyes, almost the same blue eyes as Erik’s… But no, Raoul eyes were warm and held a hint of temptation. Beckoning her, he was like a child, wanting someone he could not get. Eriks eyes were warm, but burned to her very soul, his eyes swirled with sorrow and hate, but held the gentleness and kindness she knew he held. She liked his eyes, if she could, she would be lost within those orbs for the rest of her life. But fate was not kind to her today.

“I don’t believe I should.” She whispered reaching out to take her glass. But Raoul was up to his feet suddenly, taking the crystal from her fingertips. “Nonsense!” He laughed. Taking her tan hand within his pale one, rising her to her feet. "You must at least give me one dance. That’s all I ask of you.” She stared up into his eyes, but slowly let herself nod. It was a dance, what more could come from it? Removing the cloak from her throat that hugged her frame so, she let it slip to her chair, which was soon taken by one of the workers, to store away along with Raouls.

Something was not right.

As Raoul looked down at Esme’s form, his mind rattled with his past. She was beautiful…No, not beautiful, far from it. She looked up at him with the innocents of a newborn, while her eyes burned with such passion he wanted to taste its striking flames. But what drew his attention, was her dress. Pure black, which openly added to the dark wonders of her body, making his arms itches to hide her from the other eyes in the room. Her body was like flames, drawing the eyes from every male within her grasp to stare upon her. His mind told him he should be proud that he picked such a pretty little thing. But he wanted to lock her away, so that her beauty would only shine for him and for his eyes alone. But it seemed, the dress that is, far too familiar to his eyes.

But softly he pulled her from the table to the ward wooden floor, where young lovers danced, their eyes gazing at each other with such devotion and hope for their future. Raoul pulled Esme close to him. Placing his hand upon the mid of her small back, his free one grasping her own. He felt her tremble and could not help but smile, believes he was making her nervous. But what he didn’t know, was that she was not shivering out of being so close to him. But shivering, for she was not good at waltzing. She tried to once, when her friends started to mock the upper class around the band’s campfire. But they made up their steps, now she had to know them. Which would have been easier, if she was pushed up against Raoul, her nose getting a good whiff of his cologne that he had splashed on. It nearly gagged her. But he started to move, her right being grasped softly within his own; her left upon his slim shoulders. He moved, she followed, her skirts whipping around her softly in a wave of silk and satin. She was getting the hang of the steps, stumbling every now and then, making Raoul laugh. But in her heart, this was not right. She didn’t want to dance with the blonde hair cutie. She wanted to dance with the black hair man, who muscles bulged out every time she touched him, She wanted to be tightly by him, to smell the strong scent of him, with the hint of rose petals.

Her skin started to crawl, Raoul was holding her far to close. Making her breast press upon his chest, her hips almost come into his own. It took all her energy not to shove him away from her, baring in till the song was over.

She felt so nice against him. Raoul struggled to keep down the groan that wanted to rise from the felt of her breasts pressing into him. They were almost over flowing in her dress, her slender body molded into his own with such perfection. Sure she was a bit shorter then he, but that was the enjoyment of it. So many ideas of what they could do together popped into his head, making his body grow thick with need. But the music stopped right in time, letting him put distance away from her welcoming body, before his groin took action. If he could, he would throw her on the floor and rip the clothes from her very back and bury himself deep inside, to hear her scream out in sudden pleasure and cry from the passion pain. Quickly he shock his head, he mustn’t think of such things. Yet anyway.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you my dear.” He spoke, trying to change the subject within his mind. “Where did you get that dress? I have a feeling I have seen it before.” Looking down at herself, Esme’ right hand slowly lifted the lace skirts, her lips a frown. “I found it.” She replied truthfully. “Oh?” Leading her back to their table, he seated her back down. “Where might I ask?” Biting her lower lip, letting herself be pushed closer to the chair by his help, she gave a little shrug. “Well, it was in one of the old chest in the Theater down the road, and I just happen to-

“Ah.”

He stopped her words before she could fully explain, only to stare at him in confusion. He only gave her a gentle smile, settling himself back down within his chair, opposite of where she sat. “That would explain it.”

“Explain what?”

“Why it looked so familiar to me.” He could see the shocked look upon her face, which only made him grin wider before laughing out. “You see. Almost a year ago, I use to support that grand Theater.” He heard the little gasp pass threw those little pink lips, making him pain to hear more. But leaning upon his elbows, upon the tabletop he went on. “My wife you see, use to be one of the singers. She would have been a star by now. If none of that Phantom business came up. But he did tend to help push her voice to extreme.” This got her attention, not only the fact that Raoul was married, in which she pitied the poor women, but now she could find out something more about her Phantom.

“Phantom business?”

“Oh yes. You are new here to his county. You see, years ago, a story about a Phantom living within the theater spread out. I didn’t believe in such things, since the only proof they had were silly notes he would pass out.” He only gave a slight shrug. “But the time I’ve got there, people have gone mad with the idea of a Ghost living with them. Every little thing that happened that turned out bad, they would scream, ‘He’s here! The Phantom of the Opera.’ What silly idea’s and make believe dreams I thought. But what was worse, Christine, my now adoring wife.” He thought about keeping his marriage a secret, but if he told the truth to his new Jewel, she would trust him, and slowly let him closer to her heat. That made him grin as he went on with his story. “He was madly in love with her. He called it so, since he claimed he loved her when he first heard her sing. Rubbish I thought. I knew Christine when we were children and when she told me of this strange ‘Angle of Music.’ I thought she was just over whelmed with her father passing. Even thou he died years ago.’

“Angel of Music?”

“Yes. You see, Christine father, as he laid dying, told her he would send the angel of music to her. Being he was a famous violinist. For some reason, When this Phantom came to her, he was teaching her to sing in the shadows or something close to it and she believed him to be her Angel of Music.”

Edging closer into the table, her voice whispered sweetly and low. “Do… You know anything about the Phantom?” She watched as Raoul eyes closed in thought, pressing both his forefingers to his lips.

“I do know. He’s a mad man.”

No…

“An old friend of the Phantom, who worked as the dancing teacher, told me about him. He was placed within a freak show when he was little because of his face.”

Freak show… She frowned a little at that.

“ He was named, ‘The Devils child.’ A poor fate indeed. But he was saved and was living within the theater. But he had grown mad, and started to kill innocent by standers to get what he wanted.”

Perhaps, he had gone mad cause of the loneliness…

“He kidnapped Christine and held her away. She was the second to see his face and see the anger within it. So she ran to me for help. How could I not protect the women I loved?”

For some odd reason, anger filled her small body, as Esme thought of how Erik must have felt when Christine ran from him… She would give a tooth to prove that Christine didn’t run cause of the anger, for she, herself had been within Erik’s wrath. But she had ran, cause of what Erik looked like. The self-center little beast.

“But getting back to the matter at hand. Your dress, she wore that same thing one snowy morning. She went to visit her father’s grave, in which the Phantom tried to kidnap her again. But I was quick enough to stop her and emerge into a great battle. In which I would have killed him, if Christine didn’t hold some pity for the poor man.”

Rubys finger tighten around the crystal glass she held, very tempted at the moment, to send the liquid inside into the blonde hair mans’ face. He was close to killing Erik! The bastard! Thank goodness she only agreed to one dinner date to him, after this, she would never see him again. What pain her Phantom must have gone threw…Then pain shot threw her, as her mind slowly unfolded an answer.

She only believed, Erik didn’t want her to go out, was for he didn’t want her to leave him… It was part of the reason, but more of it was staring at her with laughing blue eyes and a charming witty smile. The other reason.

She was having dinner with the man who had stolen Erik’s first love.

She was having dinner, with the man, which tried to kill her Phantom.

She was having dinner, with the Erik’s worst nightmare…

“No…”

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