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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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[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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The low pitch notes of music, slowly lifting from the thick strings of a violin echoed threw the empty stage. Little feet strapping along the dust covered floor, as little laughs filled the dead playroom.

Esme sat upon an over turned stage design, giving her a good place to sit. Her new violin in hand. Erik had given it to her after they had returned from the snow weather of the roof, surprising her so. The red shade wooden surface shining within the candlelight, the strings band new. She loved it so. Testing it out, she played a tune her father use to play, a fast pace song, used mostly for her to dance for the men and women who came to see her and her sisters. Looking up from the strings, her fingers pressing into the thick binds, as she watched her new friends dance.

Crystal, the little lass had returned, covered within a patched up jacket, her little frame showing the signs of lack of food. But she looked so happy, twirling along the stage, her oil dark hair whipping around her. Her bother, Eddy, came along as well. Finally finding the courage to do so, even after the last fright of meeting Erik. He stood beside Esme, his arms crossed, watching his sister dance. He was very quiet, as if something deep down was bothering him. Esme could sense this, her father told her it was in her genes. Senescing things. But she didn’t want to pry. She hardly knew the young lad. So for the time, she let his sisters enjoy her time, even letting her self enjoy her violin.

But soon the song ended, and Crystal fell upon her little rump, panting do deeply with laughs. But her coughing cut it off, making Esme notice, from the corner of her eye, Eddy grab hold onto his own sleeves of his badly torn jacket. Placing her violin down carefully at her side, Esme made her way over to the coughing child, leaning down slowly, “Are you alright lass?”

The little girl sniffled, wiping at her mouth with her sleeve, before giving Esme a heart-braking smile. “It’s a cold.” She said softly, her breathing still harsh and quick. “The winter’s are very cold at night.” Esme gave a little nod, before reaching out, touching the child’s forehead. It was very warm. The child was indeed sick. “I think I gots it from my mama.” She smiled her tan cheeks rosy red from the heat, “She’s sick too.”

“Come along.” Esme smiled, picking up the child, to hold her softly within her grasp. “I’ve got a little treat for you. Since your such a wonderful dancer.” The child let out a laugh, before coughing again into her hands. “You think I can be a real dancer?” Esme gave a nod. “Of course! The world needs more angels like you.” Placing the child down upon the upturned stage set, Esme dug into her pockets, pulling out a small rolled up paper ball. Kneeling down a little, to get eye to eye with Crystal, she held it out to her, “Here. Open it.” Crystal blinked, before taking the ball from Esmes up palm hand. Slowly she unwrapped it, only to gasp.

“Chocolate!”

Esme laughed out happily from the child’s explosion. Erik gave her some last night, before their passion had returned, making it useless to eat the treat… For her anyway. Erik, on the other hand, had his fill. Her body tingled, remembering all the things Erik had done to her night before, remaining her of all the new things she learned. But pushing it from her mind, she watched as Crystal bit into half of the treat, only to offer the other hollow side to her bother. Esme watched the want fill Eddy’s eyes, before he pushed Crystal’s hand back. “You have it.” He muttered. Crystal only smiled before eating the rest, making Esme heart go out for them both. But pulling out another ball of chocolate, she handed it over to Eddy, “Here. I have enough for the both of you.”

“Esme.”

Six pair of eyes looked towards the right side of the stage, staring straight at Erik. He felt exposed, having so many eyes on him. But stiffening his spine, lifting his chin up a little, he moved out, his black suit hugging him neatly and tightly. His gloved right hand, holding onto a piece of paper. His mask, resting coldly upon his face. He was still not use to having people within his stage, after being alone for so long. Mostly children. They usually ran away. But Esme got them to come to him, like he were a dog and the children were to scared to pet. Crystal still trembled around him, but Eddy was in awe at him, as if he looked up to the Phantom. Who caused so much misfits. Somewhere, deep inside, Erik liked the way Eddy looked up to him. But slowly he stopped by them, reaching out, touching the lad’s head, ruffling those locks, making Eddy hunch his shoulders and duck his head. As if displeased at being treated like a child. But Erik could see, deep down. Eddy liked the tender embrace.

But watching Esme stand back up, Erik reached out, touching her cheek softly with his left hand. “I have something for you to run for me.” Lifting up his right, he held the folded paper in front of those dreamy green orbs. That made him want to drag her back into his arms. But there were children around.

Damn…

“I need you to take this to the Tailors. Tell them, I want these followed by the size I wrote down and followed by the designs I say. If they start to ask questions, “ Removing his gloved hand from his gypsy’s cheek, when it so wanted to linger. He pulled out a couple of bills, from the breast pocket of his black coat. “Give this to them and tell them, I want it done.” He watched her give him that frown, out of mere confusion. “Are you getting a new suit done Erik?” He bit back a smile, “You can say that.” He was tired of seeing his dancer dress within the past, wearing the outfits that made him think of his singer. So one night, while Esme slept at his side, he measured her.

Yes strange it was, but she slept like a rock, the theater could fall around her and she would just roll over onto her side and nuzzle deeper into the pillow. He promised he would give her dresses within his mind, and he was going to get it done. “When they’re done. Just have them send a letter to the address written at the top. “ Taking out two more bills, he folded them into Esmes free palm whispering. “Give this to them, they wont ask anything more after words.” She gave a little nod, making him smile, slipping the paper into her right hand, patting her palm softly, before lifting her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her fingers. That made color touch her cheeks, and that made his chest swell.

“But there’s a favor I need from you.” She whispered, almost breathlessly. Erik groin tightens, the air growing hotter and thin. “Anything.” He breathed out harshly, watching her lean closer, giving him a hint of what she might ask. He was about to take it, about to kiss her, when her words stopped him in his tracks.

“Entertain the children while I’m gone.”

His eyes went wide a little before Esme got out from his grasp, a little giggle passing threw her lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Blowing him a kiss, even in his shock state, she ran off, exiting out the side of the stage. Leaving Erik only with the two little children, who looked up at him in the same question.

“So… What… Do you’re type’s play?”

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Drunken laughter roared within one of the busy Taverns of the city. Men lifting their mugs in the air, singing songs off key as music blasted out. Girls laughing and squealing from the grabbing hands. It wasn’t that busy, when it came to drunken tavern. Since it was still in the middle of the day. But even then, men needed to relax and needed to let their pains of the day are let out.

Up the wooden stairs, where the ladies would lead paying customers to their rooms. A group settled around a table, poke cards resting in each grimy hand. Three men sat, smoke slowly lifting from the pipes they held. Money piled within the middle of them.

“This is one hell of a winter huh?”

A short round man from the table grumbled, his red vein eyes looked up from his cards to his friends. His clothing hugging him close, showing off the potbelly he had. His black hair pulled back into a little ponytail, which didn’t do very much, since the very middle was bald, glaring within the light.

“There all like this stupid.” Growled one of his friends. A young man, with dirt blonde hair, cut short, letting it curl at the nip of his neck, while the bangs brushed before his green eyes. Throwing down two more cards, he picked up new ones. His dirt covered white shirt, hanging loses over his scar muscular chest. He was one of the gook looking poor folk. Getting away with the ladies. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows, letting his tan skin be shown, he itched at his skin, as his mind wrapped up with the money that lingered before him.

“ ‘Tis true.” Muttered the third one, laughing brown eyes glancing up from his cards. “But the snow is very romantic for ladies, I even might land me a wife before the year is out.” Being the youngest, as he was with dark brown hair lying upon his head. His slightly tan skin glowing within the light. He could pass as a gentleman, if he were clean and dressed in the right manner. But wrapped within a leather vest, barring off his semi-muscular arms, he tossed another one of his coins.

“That’s just what you need. A nagging bitch, telling you when to be home and how you’re a good for nothing.” Muttered the bald man, throwing down three cards, picking up new ones for his hand. “No wonder I’m here and not at home. The old bag can never leave me alone for a mere moment!” The blonde man, only shock his head sighing, “Why on god’s green earth do you want to settle down? We’re young and handsome, we should go and take every women who offer themselves. Settling down is a waste of time and money.” Digging into his own pile, he tossed in a coin of his own, matching his friends bet.

“Well; I’m tired of traveling so much.” The young one groaned. Putting his cards together in a pile. “The freak show isn’t doing me any good. I want to come home at night and see my little wife making me a meal and waiting for me to slip her under the sheets of our bed. Not go back to the women who had the time to grow that god forsaken bread and what not.” The second man patted the third upon his shoulder softly, whispering. “I know what you mean. The Gypsy’s we use to have were the only reason I returned. Their slender bodies, small and soft. Their hips, making you pain to grab hold and thrust into. Hmm… That remains me of one of the dancers I got to roll with. A pretty little thing with long red hair like silk it was. I believe she was the fourth oldest. Se had the breasts that would make any man die to touch!” He barked out laughing, letting the rest join in.

“But didn’t you say their father was very protective of them?” The bald man muttered, picking up his mug of ale, drinking it down slowly, and causing some of the drops of liquid to slip down the side of his mouth. The youngest one, going by the name of Charlie nodded his head. “ Aye, he was. I knew the youngest one of the girls. She had the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. I could do no more then say Hi to her with out her father marching over with is sword, wanting to know why I was chasing after his little flower. Being he had well over seven other. I believe she was still the only innocent one.” Both Charlie and George, the bald man, looked over to their friend, Adam, who rose a brow.

“Oh that hurts. Think of ruining some innocent ladies and all eyes look to me. Dicks, all of you.” He muttered, looking back to his cards, before tossing in one of his lower bills, grumbling out. “But for a fact, yes. Half of the girls were not innocent.” Charlie tapped his cards a little on the table sighing. “I got to talk to the youngest one for a time or two. She was so carefree, and she would talk so much!”

“That’s something all women have.” George grumbled, “We should just gag them. That would make my life better.” Adam on the other hand, was tapping his chin before speaking. “The youngest, are you talking about that little Esme?" Charlie nodded, before Adam laughed a little. “Oai! I talked to that Father of hers. It seems Esme was the only one who remained him of his wife. Rhea I believe he said. Poor bastard I think. To find your wife in the arms of you’re best friend.” Shaking his head, he only chuckled, “But you can’t beat the part where he ended up killing both her and his friend. Who knew some places let you get away with that kind of act.” George just barked out laughing as Charlie trembled, “I feel so sorry for the lasses. To lose their mother in such a way.”

“The bitch needed it.” George grumbled, throwing his cards down in a fold. “If I found my wife sleeping with another man, I would kill her as well. The good side of it, I’ll finally be rid of her.”

Adam and George only laughed as Charlie shock his head at their manners. But soon the door to their room was opened, making them all turn to see who had walked in. Tossing up a pocket watch, the figure closed the door behind him, His fingers curling into the rusted metal. “My friends.” He spoke out, his voice deep, rough with temptation. “I have found something, that should lighten up our night.” All eyes lingered upon the hood figure as he made his way in deeper of the small room.

“I found her.”

They all frowned in confusion, but the figure went on talking. “I was walking down the street last night, trying to find my way back here, when I ran across someone, I believe owes me payment.”

“Who the devil are you talking about?” George grumbled out, itching his baldheaded. Adam leaned upon his elbows, laughing out, “ Aye, who this lass. Did you bring her with you? I hope she’s not well used, I need something tight to rip into.” George only nodded before groaning out, “ And I hope she’s a fighter. I like that kind of feeling of over powering a lass.” Charlie on the other hand just watched, as the figure removed its hood. A man stood before them, Tall and muscular, pure black hair like a raven lingered upon his head, pulled back into a ponytail. A golden loop earring hanging aimlessly upon his left ear. His clothing was hidden within the cloak, to shield himself from the cold. Black little hair grew upon his chin and upper lip, giving him a goatee, giving him more of a handsome look. His dark tan skin, making him the kind of man; women swoon from his forbidden state. Blue eyes, the color of the deepest sea, glowed at the little group. His voice whispered out.

The head master of the freak show whispered and chuckled.

“Our little jewel is close. Soon, she will be mine.”
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