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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. ]

In another note. Grace! Don’t yell....I can’t work under pressure! -cries-

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“That’s nonsense! Why in the bloody hell are they refusing?!”

Raoul behind his desk, his hands filled with letters in which she wrote to ever performing arts, offering to help them, to become their Patron, but with every stroke, he read those words that make me rip each one into little bits.

Decline
Refuse
Forgive us
Has been filled

“Damnation!” He swore, rolling his fingers threw his hair. While his trusted watched with dismay. Sitting within the long reached couches placed within the middle of the room. “I simply don’t understand.” One grumbled out, tapping his cane softly upon the floor. “You come from good money, how is it, no one wishes to take part in it.” Another bark of acid drip laughter spilled from one of the elderly men, whom see this all before. “ Tis a scandal. No one wants to take part after that whole thigns with the Phantom.” Raoul leaned his head heavenly within his hands, his finger rubbing his temple to take some of the pressure from his mind. “But Erik is dead, no one could live threw that burning. But what has that got to do with me?”

They all went quiet then, some looking away with shame for they knew the answer. Clearing ones throat, the man with the cane, rose his hand slightly before filling the silence. “I believe it deals with more of your wife then yourself.”

“My wife?”

“Aye. You see, the whole scandal was brought from the dealings between your wife and the Phantom.”

“I told you it was a bad idea to marry the chit.” grumbled one of the elder man, taking a swallow of his brandy.

“But that whole thing was settled months ago, why is it not back?” Demanded Raoul. That whole thing with the Phantom caused his business to crash down, since every door he knocked upon began to close. No one wanted his help, no one wanted to take his offers, telling him they simply can not. And this was the reason why?
“Well, since after that whole burning of the theater, no one has really found the body of that Phantom. So there are still people out there whom believe he still walks the sewers or what not. They believe if they sign with you, it will only bring him back and ruin their own theater. Some sort of revenge I believe for marrying that girl of yours.”

“The man hasn’t been seen for months and my wife speaks of nothing of hearing his voice. Her nightmares are endded and we both have moved on, why is it no one else will? Its rubbish!”

“Aye.” agreed the man with the cane, “But this rubbish is keeping you out in the cold. You must do something to bring you back into line with the upper class.”

“Splendid idea!” Barks one of the elder man laughing, pouring himself another helping of brandy from Raoul collection. “Have a party, better yet, have a ball!” The men within the soon started to chatter, with the ideas of the ball being place. Of when, of how,

“Lets do it on New Years.”

“Aye! Bring in a new year and new buyers.”

“Lets not make it a normal ball. They can be so dull.”

“How about a Masquerade?”

“Oh aye, no one can refuse a good night to dress up as someone else.”

“The women do love to go out and outrage themselves in fashions.”

“Then it’s settled!”

Raoul looked up from his palms, before growling out, “Nothing is settled. I have not agreed to this silly Ball. How can a mere dance save me from the clutches of bankrupts?” The elder man, whom was the first to refuse this silly marriage between the Singer and his boss, only muttered out. “If we held a ball, then it could show that this Scandal of yours is simply rubbish as you say. They shall come, have a good time, listen to your words, and by the end of the night. We shall have a list of investors. There nothing that can get in the way.”

He saw no other way... No one would listen to him after that night so many months ago... Shaking his head, Raoul took his glass of whisky, gulping down what was within quickly. Feeling the burning pleasure as it washed down his throat to his stomach. “A ball.” He muttered out, watching his workers nod their heads to him.

“...So be it.”

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“No!”

Raoul pinched the brige of his nose as his finger pushed at the food upon his plate. His dear wife sat across from him, her finger grasping upon her napkin oh so tightly. “Please my love, don’t hold it.”Looking up, he took his glass of wine, taking a small sip from it before muttering, “ It has been planned, we’re having it.” Christine frowned, her face masked within fear and regret. “My love please, its to soon. I can not go threw with it. What...what if ‘he’s’ there?” Raoul gave a growl, he was sick and tried of hearing about the Phantom. The Ghost, the mad man. He was sick. Striking the table with his fist, causing the plates and glass to rattle he roared, “Stop being such a child and grow up Lotte! He’s long gone or dead, if you want to keep living in such a fashion, we need to bring people in. We’re going to have a ball and if you object to it, then don’t come!” Shoving himself up, causing his chair to almost turn over, he made his way to the door, only to hear his wife voice, small and pained, un seen tears filled her eyes from his hurtful words.

“...Raoul... If you love me... you will not do this to me...”

His finger curled into the wooden frame of the door, as thoughts rushed threw his mind. But without a word, he slipped his hand away and walked out, leaving Christine to sit and let her tears fall.

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“Where’s mama?”

Erik stilled for a moment, his hand hovering within the air where his wine lingered.

The little gang had just settled down to eat. Esme had seeked out a fest, to welcome their new friends. Their table, settled within the middle, takin from Eriks work space, his music sheets, his little theater and dolls placed on the floor. Esme laid her hand upon his own, giving it a soft squeeze. Erik could not tell sweet Crystal know what had befallen upon her mother, the memories still lingering upon him. Slowly he looked to Esme, whom looked at him with a smile. She gave him all her trust and strength, and that was to much for him to grasp. But before he could utter a word, Eddy, whom shoved as much food within his little mouth muffled out threw pausing moments to swallow what was in his mouth.

“She left us.”

Crystal frowned at her older bother for a moment before whispering, “She’s coming back...right?” Eddy grumbled out, shrugging his shoulder. “ I no care if she ever does. The whore.” Crystal gasped suddenly and Eddy was cuffed upside his head. The sudden shock of pain caused a curse to spill out from him before another strike met him again, “Bloody hell?!” He cried, looking up to see Erik standing up, leaning over the table, his hand up showing he was the one whom struck him. “I will not have that kind of speaking under my roof.” He growled, causing both boys to glare. Esme on the other hand stood up slowly, placing her hands between them, pushing Erik to sit down slowly. “Now; now boys. Clam down. “ Looking to Eddy she gave him a frown, causing his freckle cheeks to slightly flush. “Don’t use those colorful words in front of your sister. Even about your mother.” Eddy’s eyes widen a little, before he narrowed them. Grumbling, he crossed his arms, letting Esme looked back to Erik, smiling gentle to him.

Erik looked away. He didn’t earn the gentle trust and warm love she shined upon him, no, not a demon like him. But Esme Cleared her throat, before speaking again. “Well. Since we don’t know where your mother is... Erik and I have come to a thought.” Looking to the children, whom stared at her with confusion, she offered. “ Why don’t you two stay with us.”

The children looked up at her shocked, her little lips slightly parted. “Stay...here?” Crystal asked softly, making Esme nod her head. “Aye, in till your mother comes back...” Looking to her side, she saw how Erik tighten, how his finger turned into a fist, knowing that their mother would never return. His hands were still stained with her blood and he never wanted the children to know. But Eddy gave a little huff while Crystal gave a smile. “ I like it here.” she whispered, “The stage is fun...” Looking to Eddy, Esme gave him a hopefully smile whispering, “Well... Will you stay?” He gave her a look of questions, unsure of what to pick But his eyes widen a little before she whispered, “You see, Erik needs someone to stand up to his power. His very strong and I’m afraid I don’t have the skill to help him. “ Eddy’s eyes widen before looking over to Erik, feeling Esme figners brush threw his hair. “I believe Erik would love to teach you all the wonders of the theater, and all his little tricks he pulled during the rant of his very theater. Would you like to learn those?”
Erik stared at her in shocked, as Eddy gave a little childish smile, before quickly covering it, looking away in shyness, giving a helpless shrug. “ I suppose...” Esme clapped her hands in delight before laughing, “Wonderful! I’m sure Erik here is just as eager to teach you and Crystal. But I must be going, I have to pick up some things to eat for the rest of the week.”

A pair of arms snagged around Esme waist, as she reached for the window to the open cold air. Being pulled back within the shadows, she squealed out, before laughing, feeling Erik’s warm breath upon her throat. His arms holding tightly, his fingers brushing along her sides. Slowly she titled her head as his lips brushed along her flesh, making her shiver.

“I don’t deserve you...”

She blushed a little, her fingers rising from within her cloak, feeling his gloved palms. She smiled childishly from his words. Before looking over her shoulder to him, lifting her head to press her lips softly upon his temple. “ I know.” He gave a little playful growl, making her laugh out as he twisted her arm, crashing her body into his own, letting him pull and turn, pinning her against the cold wall. His mouth feeding upon her own in a kiss of such heat and passion. Her mouth was like a drug and he wanted more, he could never be filled. Feeling her body shiver and arch under his own made him groan within his throat, rolling his hands down along her spine.

Having children within his home, was going to bother the steamy nights he planned.
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