Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

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.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
[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. ]

~~~~~~~~{@

“No…”

Raoul fell silent, his eyes filled with worry at his guest words. “No? No what my dear? Is there something wrong with your drink? Or am I rambling too much? I shall stop if you wish-

“No!” Her voice hit with such force it caused Raoul to shove his back into the chair, his eyes widen in disbelief. Not only that, but on lookers were gazing upon her, seeing Esmes’ body pressing into the table, her fingers clinging to the arm rest. Her cheeks and nose went as red as her hair, before she slowly relaxed. She was getting into this far too much. “Forgive me...” She whispered, before fanning herself with her palm, looking away to the floor, pressing her back into the chairs’ embrace. “Your story has caught my mind so. Please do not stop, I wish to hear what happen…to you.” She forced out, bitter lies seeping threw her lips like acid. She wanted to know about Erik, understand why, he was the way he is.

A slow smirk formed upon his lips, as Raoul leaned his chin upon his palms, resting heavenly upon his elbows, which rested back onto of the table. “Your concern for me is very Flattering.” Keeping her eyes down, fearing he would see the rage within her, she only shocked her head. “It sounds so… Horrible…What happen to you of course... But tell me…” She looked up, her soft eyes staring into his, making his breath catch within his throat, make him feel like his very heart had stop. “Have… You seen his face?”

An idea popped within his mind. He had seen many a women, fly to those they love or had an interest in, if hearing of an ordeal that had befallen over the man. He rose a brow, perhaps… She would do the same.

“Yes I have… And might I say it was the most vile thing, any one shall ever see and know.”

Rage burst within Esmes heart.

“During one of the performances, that the Phantom himself, forced the owners to put on. He had come out, killing the main actor, Some fat man. I didn’t care for his name, but he was killed behind the curtains and the Phantom took his spot. Coming out onto the stage and singing with my wife, luring her with his eyes. He would have gotten away with it. If Christine didn’t know better and ripped his mask and wig off before the whole theater, baring the one thing he cursed. She was very brave then, stepping face to face with the man who had hunted her threw the night. Do you believe so?”

Her palm itched with the sudden urge to smack Christine. How dare she! How dare she bare his face to a room filled with people, to the people he tried to hide from! How Erik must of felt at that moment, his true love ripping away his mask, bring back the memories of his childhood… But his wig… Her fingers curled into her skirts. Her father had told her very often, never judge someone with out knowing him or her… But she didn’t care to know this woman who caused such pain to Erik. She wasn’t brave, the tramp wasn’t brave at all! She was a back stabbing demon! She didn’t do this out of strength, but out of fear, to lower her poor Phantom. She hated with women, and will always. But to Raoul, she lied bitterly, feeling her very heart being ripped.

“Aye… Very...”

“Well, you see. After that little stunt she pulled. The Phantom grabbed her and hit a trapped door. He must have built it, for I haven’t seen that within the plans. But they fell into the dark pits of his lair, I of course, chased after them. I had to save her, what would have happened to Christine if I didn’t’?”

Nothing she would have deserved.

“But the site of the Phantom face sent women swooning, men screaming and children running for their very lives.”

Lies... All of it.

“His skin was misshapen and melted right off. His nose was missing, giving him a hole upon his face, his skin, red and scaly. No one would ever be as close as Christine to his face.”

She would… And she did.

Of course he was lying, knowing better, that the Phantoms face was not how he described it. But it was far better, scaring his little jewel. She would never know. He smiled slowly, the phantom was long gone. “And so I chased after her, down into the pits of his home. He was forcing her to marry him, can you believe that? And her, being as brave as she was, refused and struggled to get away from him. He would have beaten her if I didn’t show up on time. But he only cursed me, calling Christine such vile names and tried to kill me. Using my very life to get what he wanted. No honor in it I say.”

Sure, it wasn’t the right story, since only half the things he was saying did happen. But to see how Esme was clinging to her chair made him, smile. Perhaps she was trying to keep herself down before burst up in front of everyone and run to him. Telling him what a hero he was and be showered with such warmth. Believe this fact, he chuckled to himself, drinking deep from his glass.

“How brave of you...” She hissed out, her words dripping from her mouth like the foulest substance known to man. “Your wife must kiss the ground you walk on for doing such a knowable act…But please tell me. How did to get out, if your very life was at stake?”

Like a baby bird she was, pleading, wanting more, wanting him to feed her the facts in which she would swoon and fall into his arms. How could he refuse her?

Placing his glass back down, he finished his story. “I couldn’t do anything, being tied up against a metal gate that was our only exit out. Christine was very clever for she had twisted the Phantom around her own little finger. He loved her for singing. So she sang to him, and for the first time in his horrible life. She gave him a kiss.” He gave a shrug. “ I would be jealous, if I didn’t know the fact that would be the only time he got to feel such a thing from a women.”

Not true.

“But he was filled with such regret from what he did, he let her go and let her untie me. In which, we both left.” He let out a laugh, “ I know its to late in the story, but I still hold a scar on my arm from where he had cut me during out fight at the grave yard. Every time I look at it, I think about how I almost lost my wife.”

“You must love her a great deal… To still be with her and speak of her so fondly.” Her fingers were going numb from her grip. Her tan skin slowly was fading, into pale. She wanted to leave, she needed to go back to the theater back to Erik. But she couldn’t... Perhaps if she made an excuse.

“Oh I do… At times.” He whispered. Esme stared at him in confusion and slowly saw the need within his eyes. Brawl rose in her throat. No… Truly he wasn’t thinking what she thought he was. But the way he smiled, it made her tremble within her seat. He was giving her a hint. He wanted her…

Her stomach turned. She was about to get up and excuse herself to the privacy’s; but a gasp left her parted lips in a sudden shock. Her eyes widening slowly. The window, that lingered behind Raoul showed the outside world, seeing the snow lightly start to fall from the gray clouds above. But the snow did not make her gasp with such shock like Raoul would like. Having his romantic ideal shattered, when her eyes settled upon the darkness of the shadows. Across the street, within one of the ally’s, where the drunken men fell or where the whores took their buyers. A single figure stood out. Standing with snow dripping off its shoulders, its cloak flapping softly within the cold wind. A pair of blue eyes, staring into her own with such pain and regret, it made tears burst into her own eyes suddenly.

Erik was watching her.

her body shot up from its chair when she watched Erik slowly step back, letting the shadow’s engulf him. “No!” She cried out, startling the people around her even Raoul himself. Who shot to his own feet, spinning around to the window. “What is it?” He asked, his eyes seeking for the scene that made his little jewel behave in such a way. “What do you see?”

She was losing him. He was fading away from her. “Forgive me.” She said hurriedly, shoving back the chair. “But I must go.” Raoul spun around with a surprised look masking his face before he quickly tried to remove himself from the other side of the table. “Surely you must have been misinformed. The night is playing tricks on you. But if you wish, I’ll take you home.” He only made it half way before her voice startled him to stop in his tracks.

“No! I must leave now. I feel sick, I can’t risk giving it to you. Forgive me.” Spinning on her heels, she raced out of the dinner hall, brushing past the couples and guest with out care, causing some of the women to gasp in outrage and men to muttered about respect being cast down. Raoul stood there in mere shock, before slowly turning around letting his eyes look back out the window. What did she see…? That made her leave him in such a rush… He was so close to having her where he wanted. He cursed to himself silently. Damn timing.

Put picking up his crystal glass, he drowned the rest of its holding, letting it burn down his throat. She had gotten away from him this time… But he smiled, letting his eyes stare into the shadows, watching the white snow float before his eyes. “Run for now, my little Jewel.” He whispered, his grip upon the wineglass slowly tightening. “ For I’ll catch you sooner or later.”

~~~~~~~~{@

Leaving her cloak behind, Esme raced out into the bitter cold. Winters breath cutting into her bare flesh, but she paid no mind. She needed to find Erik. She needed to hold Erik, no matter how many times he cursed at her, what he called her or how he tried to throw her from his form. She needed to hold him. If not for him; then for herself. Mist of her breath rushed out from her lips as she raced from the doors. Her fingers picking up her skirts, letting her legs get a wider range of running. The tears that had filled her eyes were falling down her cheeks in her rush, she feared they were going to freeze upon her cheeks. But she didn’t care. She needed to get back to the theater. She needed to get back home…

Home…

“Esme…”

The voice was very quiet, so very gentle. She would have barely heard it, if she didn’t hear the roughness the voice held behind. Her body started to slow down, her breathing deep and harsh, causing the white mist to swirl around her. Coming to a stop, she turned, letting her body turned back, seeing the figure in which she spotted from outside the window. Stepping out slowly from another ally, his cloak brushing along his frame. He was wearing the same thing he was when she left. No shirt lingering upon his chest. But by seeing the snow piling upon his shoulders, upon his black hair. She feared he must have been freezing. He must have been outside the window for so long.

“Where is your cloak?”

He seemed to try and hide what he was feeling, hide the suffering, but his eyes showed her. She staid where she was, as Erik slowly walked closer to her. He wasn’t wearing his hood, baring his masked face to any one who walked. But he seemed not to care at the moment or any more. Sniffling, she whispered softly. “I must…of left it behind…” He walked closer, in till he was settled before her. Their eyes staring glued to one another. He watched her, from the moment she danced with Raoul to when she ran out the dinning hall. “… Stubborn child.” He muttered, rising his arms, to untie the cloak, to wrap it around her. He didn’t care if he was cold, he was to numb inside to care. But, her voice rose up, making his body stiffen, and pain wash over his face.

“… Angel of Music…”

He stared at her in disbelief. His face showed nothing of what he was feeling or running threw his mind. But she paid no mind to it. For with a sob, she shoved forward, wrapping her arms around his back, pressing her body into his own. Feeling her body trembling. “I’m so sorry.” She sobbed. She was, for looking at his face, for what he had to go threw, for what Raoul and Christine did to him. “Please forgive me…”

She could feel his cold skin, but he could feel the hot splashes of her tears upon his skin. With a growl, he wrapped his arms around her tender form, crushing her into him. He needed to hold her like this, he didn’t want to let go. Burying his face into the locks of her red hair, he held her within the snow, held her sobbing form into his own, letting his cloak cover them. His right hand rose up, curling into the mess of her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up into his face. Letting him stare into those tear filled eyes. And with a harsh mutter, he whispered to her, their white breath swirling together before their lips.

“Foolish women…”

With those words uttered, he crushed his lips into her own. Tasting her tears, tasting the warmth. He took her kiss by force, his body needing it. While her body, pressed into his, returning his demands willingly.

Foolish… They both were.
- 18
- 19
- 20
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Replaying Past