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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 PotO based story. I only own the characters 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 belong to me. ]

[argh.... another all nighter.]

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She was stuck....

Esme sat upon the stage, her fingers trailing along the edges of the square invitation with a frown on her face. She had never been to a ball before... Her sisters had once told her of the delights the dances had., since they were lucky enough to have snagged a group of gentlemen who were willing enough to take a couple of gypsies to such a gathering. She thought of what it might be like if she went. The colored flowers placed everywhere, people dressed in costumes, twirling, dancing about without a care. Drinking from crystal glasses, feasting from sliver trays. A little blush came to her face. How she so wanted to go. To for once in her life feel like the upper class, and not be looked down upon for her empty pockets and the bloodline no one trusted.

The very idea of Raoul being there, however, set her teeth on edge. She didn’t want to be alone with him again, it was far too scary for her to think about. He would try to take her someplace and do something horrid... Even if his wife was there. She feared that not even that woman could stop the ideas Raoul dreamt of...

Suddenly, deep within Esme's chest rage slowly grew. His wife... Christine... She was so lovely... So young. So stupid. Esme's fingers dug into the paper. She wanted to slap that women. That smiling face, who looked up at Raoul as though he was the one who hung the moon each night, while Erik lingered in the shadows, the true god who hung the stars. That women, that evil wench, didn’t even give him a passing glance, or show him a single scrap of tenderness. He gave her everything! He gave her the world, and the moment he asked for something in return she'd rushed from his side and followed someone else! That hateful women. Esme wanted to rip those lovely brown curls from Christine’s head, to rake her nails into her face, to scar her and let her learn how it feels to be alone like her Phantom. She wanted to torment the women who had shattered her Phantom's heart and leave her broken and crying, hiding from the world and from her own true love, just like Erik was forced too!

The invitation slipped slowly from her grasp, fluttering to the ground. Her eyes widened slowly in fear... What was she thinking...? She brought her hands up to cover her face. These thoughts... She was acting wicked. She shouldn’t be thinking this, but she had never had so much rage in her heart, not even the day her sisters had cut off her hair. She'd never felt this... Never... It scared her to know she could, and to learn she would think such horrid things... She didn’t want to think like this, she didn’t want to. A shaky breath left her slightly parted lips as her fingers brushed threw her red curls.

Esme's head tilted back at the sound of fabric moving. Before her stood Erik, magnificent in all his glory. How could Christine leave him? He was so handsome... So powerful, in his way, that she could not help but smile up at him. He looked so upset, with his black hair messed and untamed. She would have to have guessed that little Crystal had found a way to make him play with her. His clothes dirty and wrinkled, and his face, even behind that mask, was twisted with displeasure.

“I would rather risk running from mobs in the town than take another moment of Crystal and her outrageous demands. “

Laughter spilled from Esme’s lips, almost causing Erik’s heart to melt. He loved the sound. “It seems she’s back to normal,” said Erik, looking away a little, still haunted by that night, and seeing the faces of the ones he killed, knowing one day, one damnable day, he would be forced to tell those children that his bare hands ended their mother's life. In his moment of pain his eyes caught sight of the card his dancer had dropped. Kneeling down, he picked it up slowly, giving it a slow glance, “...What is this?”

He didn’t have time to read the red letters before Esme had snatched it from his grasp, “It's nothing...” Erik rose a brow, whispering as he moved closer, watching the way Esme held the card tightly, “I don’t take well to those who lie to me.” Biting her lower lip, she whispered, “It's...just a invitation to a ball...” She looked up slowly, seeing Erik's shocked expression as he slowly whispered again, “...Why do you hold an invitation?” She only shrugged, “It was given to me. They must have thought I was high class... “

The corner of his lips twitched, “Esme...”
“What difference does it make how I got one? The point is that I have one, and that we must go.”
His eyes widened a little, and he let out a soft whisper, “We?”

She gave him a short nod, before clapping her hands happily, “Yes! It’s a costume ball too, so you will blend right in! Oh, it will be so magical, Erik! I have the perfect outfits for us to wear. We will match so well!” She turned to flee, but Erik's hand shot out, grabbing her cloak, stopping her short with a yelp.
“Esme, did you get this card.... From Raoul?”

Esme kept silent and still. Erik watched, waiting for his answer. He couldn’t go to this ball... He couldn’t... He refused to. His wounds were still to raw, still healing. He did not want to go among the people out in the world, he just wanted to stay down in the darkness. To stay with Esme and keep her safe, all to himself. Besides... If Raoul was there then Christine might be as well... And he didn’t know how he would react. He couldn’t go through it.

“He will not be there...” Erik watched Esme turn to look up at him with her green eyes, “He will not be there... Please, Erik. We’ve been in the darkness for so long... For once let's go out into the world and be among others, if only for a few moments.” She saw he was about to argue, but she raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck, holding him close with her face burying into his shoulders, “Please... I have never been to a ball, and I truly want too... It would be like a dream come true... And it’d be so perfect if you were at my side.”

His body hardened under Esme’s soft flesh. He bit back a groan, feeling her breasts, so soft and tender pressing against his chest. Slowly his arms wrapped around her back, holding her close, letting him feel her heat, wanting to make sure, to touch her, to feel her, to make certain that she was truly real. That this was not all simply a long dream. If it were, he would only beg not to wake to the cold emptiness of his world.

Bowing his head, he pressed his lips into her forehead, feeling her move restlessly against him, and his groin harden and grow. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the ground, rip away her clothes, and bury himself deep within her wet passage. To feel her all around him. He was very close to it when her voice whispered out,
“Say you’ll go with me...”
“Esme...”
“Please... For me...”

Erik buried his face in the red curls of her hair, letting out a deep sigh. He was going to lose, no matter how much he did not want to go. No matter how much his mind barked at him to stay and tell her no, demanding she put this nonsense behind them, his heart could not take the sad pleas in her voice. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, whispering softly to her ears, causing her body to shiver within his arms. Her body was slowly turning into liquid, warm and free. She feared she would fall to her very knees before him if he didn’t keep his hold on her, but his fingers curled under her chin, lifting her head up to look into his eyes. They merely stared at each other. All the air rushed out of Esme’s lungs when Erik bent his head down and whispered upon her lips,
“Raoul... Will not be there?”

She hated to lie to him... She knew he would be angry with her, but she wanted to go... She had to go... She hated herself for being selfish, but she wanted at least one night where they could be up under the stars, dancing together. Just once... She would pay any price.
“Aye... He will not...”

Lowering his head once more, the phantom sealed his promise to her with a gentle kiss that slowly grew into a more feverish one. He deepened the kiss, feeding from her, wanting more than she had to offer. Their moment was broken suddenly when a squeal rang through the air.

"Erik!! It's tea time!!"

A displeased groan spilled from his throat as Esme’s laughter followed after. It was time for Erik to play father once again. This would give Esme time to go seek out her perfect costumes... And she knew just the one person who could help her.
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