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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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[Disclaimer2: 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. ]

And I'm back! Wwwhhee!! The editting took forever... arug! My hand!! But, on with the story! ^_^]

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It was just like a dream.

Never has she been to a ball, but never had she been with a man like Erik... Esme could not stop smiling, even if she tried and willed it. The music was like heaven, brushing around her and her phantom as they danced. Song after song, Erik did not let her go. His strong hands held her tight, held her close. Placing his claim, that no other man can have her. Not even for a simple dance.

Their legs moved restlessly with the waltz, her body spinning when Eriks arm tucked her under. His face, holding fast to his emtionless state, but she could see, very well in his eyes. That he too was smiling like her. Eyes fell upon them, in question of who they were. Men wanted feverishly to dance with the Gypsy, while the women waved their fans with quick hast, to settle the heat they felt when they looked upon Erik. A couple envied by those around them. But in their own little world, they did not giving a flying care.

The music came to a stop, and Esme voice came out in squeals, as Eriks arms wrapped around her hips and lifted her into the air. To spin her around in a childish manner. To them, no one else was in the room. It was only them. But being lowered back to her feet, Eriks hand brushing at her cheek, pushing back some of her golden red locks, he had such an urge, to kiss her... But not now..

Taking her arm, he wrapped it around his own, leading her away from the dance floor, where the other couples readied themsleves for another dance. He lead her away, thinking they had enough movement for a time. Feelign her hand rest upon his arm, holding him gently, her cheek touching his arm lightly, his chest filled with warmth and love he never understood, never expected to have. But they reached one of many tables filled with treats and fests, one fit for a king.

Esme let him go and squealed with delight as she started to pick and fill herself with a greedy child. Erik could not help but smile. She licked the creams of every dessert from her finger tips, her cheeks puffing out from the meats she had shoved. Her little moans of delight rippling from her throat. She looked up to him, cream lingering on the corner of her smiling mouth. Eriks muscles tighten, wanting to lick it off from her, knowing she was the only dessert that he wanted to taste.. But he simply lifted his hand, his thumb brushing the cream away, lifting it to his own lips, in which he licked away.

"Hm... Not bad."

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"Damn!"

"What?"

Sandor cursed his bad luck when his eyes laid upon a pit that blocked his path to his goal.

"Who the hell is that?"

George lifted his mask, damning still of the role he was force to take. A pig. His eyes narrowed, looking threw the ruffles dresses and masked bastards that lingered around them. Why in the devil did he had to be dragged to this place? It was not enough that he went out and knocked out some servents in the back to sneek Sandor and Charlie in, but he had to be dragged into it himself. All he wanted to do was go back to the fair, but be damned his goal. Sandor had to get his dick wet by someone who he couldn't even catch. A waste of damn time!"Her lover I'm placin."George grumbled, lowering his half Pig mask voer his eyes and nose, going back to the food in his hands. If he had to here against his will, he will at least use his time wisely.

Sandor cursed once again, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. After seeing her be givin that invite a few days ago, Sandor had been set to finaly grab her. He will have her tonight and take her away from his damnable city, if he could jsut get closer to her. But that man she came in with would cause more problems then he planned. A hand touched his shoulder, making his head snap. Charlie looked up at him with a frown. Sandor found little humor now, seeing Charlie dressed up. Cat ears perking out from his hair, his suit matching a taby cat, fit cut and grand. Making him look like the young man he wished to be. A feline mask covered his eyes and nose, wiskers moving with every step he took. But he looked up at Sandor with pleas in his eyes. "Can we just leave her?"

"No." He hissed, removing the boys touch. Sandor glared threw the moving bodies of the dancers, seeing Esme stuff herself like a goose while her lover watched over her, sipping on his glass he took from a passing tray. "We will get her tonight. I will not let her escape me again." Dressed in a black suit, his cloak brushing over heir form, he snarled. He would not leave tonight without his Gypsy. He'll be damned.

His tux hugged his body tightly, white butten up, long sleever shirt tucked into a black waist high black coat, high waist trousers that brushed at his ankle where his worn black shoes lingered. His black hair was combed back, but some strains fell and brushed along his handsome face. "You know what to do...." Lifting his arm from within his cloak, he slipped his half masked on, covering his scrathed healing side of his face.

"Spread out."

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"This is going perfectly."

Roual leaned over the railing of the second storie of his home. Watching with glee as his guests arrived, seeing them dance and talk, fest and enjoy. He will soon be back on top. His wife lingered at his side, still worried over her past, not wanting to step down those stairs to enter the party. Raoul would not let that stop him. He found something within the crowed, that stroked his ego. His little gypsy arrived..

And she brought a Guest.

This caused a little dent to be palced in his goal, but no matter. He would get her alone and take her to one of his rooms. He will have his night of bliss. Taking a deep breath, brushing his outfit a little more, wanting to look perfect. He looked to his scared wife, offering her his arm. "Ready?"

She would never be ready. Her nightmare still came to her when she slept. Erik may have never been found, but she had a feeling.. He was still watching her. Even if she no logner could ehar his voice before she slept, or when she woke. Or was takin in the middle of the night, she had a feeling. That Erik was still there, watching her from the shadows. She grabbed Raoul arm tightly, pressing close. Her feeling still lingered, she knew Erik was out there. Watching her, wanting to take her away back to hia lair. He would kill everyone in till he reached her. Oh why? Why was she cursed with such a fate? Why could Erik not see, that she did not lvoe him, that he lied to her? Why could he not be happy for her and let her live without pain or fear? But Raoul moved and she followed, scared otu of her mind. She did not want to go, but Raoul would be upset... and she did not want him mad at her. So.. With a deep breath, she lifted her skirts a little, and followed him down the stairs to their guest.

"...Ready.."
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