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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. ]

side note:
Grace! You better damn well feel loved...its 2:30 AM and I’m pulling an all nighter to finish this for you.....-grumbles- damn you and your puppy eyes!!

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“It can’t be....”

“We shouldn’t stop Raoul. We’ll be late...”

Within the frost covered streets of their home, Raoul gazed dropped suddenly from the snow covered sidewalk, to the mess of red hair that seemed to glow within the slowly falling Sun. Dressed within his black cloak, that covered his attire. Even thou the bitter argument earlier that morning took a brutal blow to his tender wife’s heart. She soon came around and agreed to his demand for a ball. Even thou her tears seemed to fall forever before he willed them to stop. Her blood red cloak, covering her evening gown, that glowed yellow like the very Sun on summers day, she held onto his arm softly. Her cheek resting so mercifully upon his shoulder. On their way, they were going to find the best carters in town, to make the fest. Even thou their own cooks were up for the task, they needed more help. A lot from the people Raoul was going to Invite. But before his eyes, causing his own body to stiffen and his groin to kick with lust. He saw her... and the little demon upon his shoulder stirred to life.

Before his very eyes, Esme was making her way towards him. Her clothing did nothing to compair to her beautiful her face showed. Her short red hair was pulled back into a french twist, leaving the bangs to brush before her green eyes. Her dress was of a fine blue satin, with a black velvet corset that lingered over it, hugging her small waist and stomach, cupping her swollen breasts, pushing them up and letting every mans eye see them... how full and tender they looked. Her cloak of blue rippled along her exposed arms, as they held a basket filled with goods. His body had a sudden wanting to howl and whisper, ‘Hello there Riding Hood.’

She was coming close....closer... a grin came across his face. He would get her now, he’ll finally get his chance to drag her into his bed, to feel him around her as he thrust and buried himself into her golden skin. The very thought made his organ pulse and a groan spilled from his throat.

“Raoul, is something wrong?”

His body stiffen once again, as his lips twitched in a frown. In his moment of lust and sinful thought, he had forgotten the one thing every man would think.... His wife was with him... He cursed to himself in bad luck to finally find his lost treasure and not be able to grasp it of his delights... His day was just going to get worse... or was it... he smiled. His eyes glared slightly with evil thoughts, when he saw those eyes, those green orbs look at him and see her face quickin with fear for a mere moment. He saw her look about and seek a way to get away from him, but he would not give her the pleasure. She ran off the night of their dinner... When he saw her turn, his voice rang like a bell, jerking her to a stop, and cast the eyes of those around them right to her.

“Miss. Lonsdale!”

Christine glanced up to Raoul with a frown, as she watched him raise his free arm within the air. Looking forward, she saw a young women with bright red hair stand before them, this made her frown. Whom was this women... a spark of jealousy slightly filled her heart. But the warmth of her husbands voice rattled threw her ears as he whispered, “My dear, that’s Esme. One of my cousins, the one I spoke about.” Her eyes snapped wide for a moment. This young lass was his cousin? She didn’t look older then Christine, but her skin, her hair and the way she looked.. She hardly fit the profile of Raoul cousins. But if he said it was so... Raoul would have no reason to lie to her.

Right?

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‘Oh no....’

Esme held onto her basket tightly as her eyes stared in belief. Raoul.... He saw her....

‘Oh no, Oh no, Oh no ’

He was moving over to her... And he had someone with him. She should run. Yes Run, run back to Erik, run away. But people were staring.. A little whimper came from her throat as she glanced, seeing every set of eyes upon her by the passing couples. Why are they staring at her? Was something wrong? Why did she suddenly feel like a mouse trapped within a iron cage? Why are they looking at her? What right did they... Raoul is coming!

‘Ohno ohno ohno ’

“Why Esme! I’ve been Looking every where for you.”

Slowly the cold air of the city filled her lungs as she slowly turned to face her fate. Before her stood the tall smiling Raoul, whom’s arm was held tightly by.. She perhaps would say, his wife? Giving him a weak smile, she gave him a little nod of her had, “Raoul... Forgive, my days have been in such a hush.” At least she was lying.. They have been.

“Of course! The whole Christmas session and all can leave one about to drop dead. I’ve gotten that feeling more then once.” A bark of laughter spilled from his throat, as Esme gave a little weak one in responds. “ Oh yes, they can be...”

But a deep sound shut off the silence, as if someone was getting something from their throat. Raoul looked to his side, looking as if he had forgotten the young women clung to his arm. Pulling her foreword slightly, as if a prized doll, he spoke. “Miss Lonsdale, this is Christine.”

“His wife.” she said cheerfully, as if placing that fact down. Esme gave a little frown... A cold chill shot down her spine from the women. But giving her a little nod she whispered, “ A pleasure... If you shall excuse of, I must be going.” But before she could move, Raouls cane, in which he carried about, sliced out, blocking her from her path.

“Hold it right there young lady.” He teased in a fathers tone. Making her winch. “Your not going anywhere in till you get one of theses.”

Confusion filed her mind as she looked over to him, only to see a envelope settled before her very eyes. Slowly reaching up, she took a hold of it, whispering softly. “What is this?”

“I’m holding a little ball at my estate. Its going to be on New Years night. You must come. I will not take a no as an answer.”

She frowned up at him, seeing that look in his eyes... she knew that look...

He chuckled within his mind. This idea was only getting better. Not only was the ball going to bring around the people whom needed him, but it was going to give him his little blushing mistress as well! The very thought made his skin tighten. All alone, just her and him. As his wife rushed around tending to the guests, to the cooks, to the ball. Leaving him and his little innocent flower to seek the night of passion and heat, within one of his many rooms. Yes.

“You will come yes?”

Esme fingers curled around the invite, her lips a frown. “This.. This is so sudden. I don’t know if I can.” But before Raoul could protest, his wife cheerful voice rang out. “No! You must! It would give us the chance to catch up on one another. I’ve never met any of Raouls old friends or families like you, and you must simply tell me all the horrorist things my husband did to you when you two were children!” Esme frowned and Raoul stiffen.

“What?”

But Raoul laughed out with his wife, before tapping her softly upon the nose like a child. “ Oh my dear, you and yours silly thoughts.” Looking back to Esme, whom stood there with so much confusion, he broke her train of thoughts.

“My wife has begged you as well. You can not say no to her as well can you?”

Esme whimpered within her mind. She hated to say No when his wife wanted her to go... besides..it was a party...

“I suppose I could, after all...You both asked so nicely.”

A little squeal of delight spilled from Christine as Raoul’s wolfish grin spilled back upon his face. She hoped she just didn’t agree to something she’ll regret later. “Wonderful! And bring a friend with you, that key in your hand has two tickets, one for you and any guest you with to join you on new years!” Christine smiled at Esme with such warmth, but her eyes showed something Esmes nerve tightened... She didn’t like the emotion....

But her lips made a little smile. She could invite one person to go along with her... She new whom to take. It would be oh so romantic! Just them too, dressed up and twirling, drinking under the stars. The very idea made her cheeks blush. But then a note stuck, shattering her once thought of a blissful night.

How would she talk him into going....
When he has to wear his mask....

Her heart filled with sorrow, as Christine gave a little bow for as good-bye and Raoul leaned over, looking to give her a brotherly kiss on her forehead, he whispered low enough for their own ears.

‘But I do hope, you’ll be coming alone...’

Slowly they both began to walk off, leaving her to cling to the key to her romance. It was ruined...completely, horrible, not doubt about it, ruin!

“Oh! And don’t forget to wear a mask!” Raoul called back from over his shoulder.

“It is after all. A Masquerade....”
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