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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. ]

“What is your real name?”

Erik stared down into those green orbs. Lost within the mist of question and longing answers. He knew that look. He held many of those once before.

Still he held her wrist. His grip loosening slowly, before pressing it softly to his exposed cheek. Letting the warmth of her flesh touch he’s skin. He longed for such a thing. He felt those fingers caress his cheek, slowly move up to flick at his hair. His body felt weak. Simple touches….

Esme let out a gasp when Erik fell to his knees. Causing her to quickly follow. “Phantom?” Her voice covered with concern. “Don’t look.” Her lips made a frown, he was whispering, muttering his words. Rising her other hand, she touched his lower jaw, which was left untouched by he’s mask. He’s head tilted up a little before bowing down, burying it within her palms. His fingers grasping her wrists tightly, holding her fingers to his face. Letting his skin upsurge the female touch. Her fingers itched to rip the mask off. Letting him bare himself to her. No more hiding, but he’s pained voice echoed in her ears. Making her pulling him forward.

Don’t Look.

He would show her what lingered under the marble in due time. But for right now, he seemed to need a simple warm embrace. Her arms circled around his shoulders and head, letting him lean upon her. He’s face buried within her bosom’s, feeling the warmth of her breaths within his hair as her cheek rested on top of his head. Her fingers, tracing the black locks of hair, that slowly started to fall from their silk back fashion.

He remembered. Long ago, another gentle touch he went weak within. His singer’s fingers touched he’s face and made him forget that he was different. She made him believe she didn’t care for the way his face was. But that was suddenly turned when he’s mask was ripped away, leaving him to curse and scream from the bitterment his singer had shown him. Betrayal…

But Esme’s was different. She held him in a way, his singer never did. She held him close, far closer then anyone. She touched him, touched him where he needed to be touched. Where he longed to be felt. She let him rest upon her, with no fears or pity. He was starting to believe; she truly cared for him. But it was still too soon to tell. Anything could change. All you needed was time.

He was about to remove himself from her embrace. Even if the little voice in the back of he’s mind screamed for him to stay, let him take what she freely given. But something stopped him. That made his breath stop still. Her voice came out, in soft little ‘hums’. She was singing… Singing to him. He knew the song, it the same song that played from his music box. Tears peeked into his eyes, his grip tightening upon the gypsy’s wrists. She was singing… Masquerade.

The day’s she spent in the Phantom’s lair. She began to find things that made her wonder. She found another similar mask upon the floor by his bedside. One night, while he was gone, leaving her behind to wait for him. She placed the mask on, only to rip it off soon later. She felt a strange urge of pain hit her when the mask slipped onto her face. She didn’t understand why her friend would wear such a thing. But she guessed she could understand… She would find out one of these days.

But upon her wondering. She found a music box, sharply made with such care and hardship. Shaped in a barrel with a monkey sitting upon it. She had only reached out to touch it, when it started to move. She jerked, but music started to play. The monkey’s hands opened and closed, crashing the simples together, in time with the song. It held a sad tone to it, but she listened. She had liked the song… And slowly day by day when she was left to wait for her phantom to return for her lessons. She would learn the simple melody.

Her cheeks flushed when he pressed into her. She sang, only to settle him down, he seemed so lost like a mere child. And didn’t like the way he looked and wanted to do anything to relieve him from that pain. Her father, use to take he’s violin when she was little and play her songs from their home land. She would dance to them and he would laugh… What she would give to hear her father’s laughter once again. She would give anything in the world… Just to hear him for a split second. Sadness seeped into her and she held him tightly, bringing him closer to her slender frame.

Together they sat, holding onto its other. Believing for a mere moment, there was no one else, only them.

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“I’ll never let you go now!”

“Eeek! Get away from me!”

“You can never get away from the Phantom!”

Laughter ran out above Esme’s head. She had left her Phantom within his room, sneaking herself out. He passed out within her arms, which she found. He looked too handsome. She didn’t want anyone to see him…

A smack was heard when Esme hit her cheek. What was she thinking! She had no right. But the laughter and squeals began to echo louder, leading her to seek who was making such sounds. Lifting her skirts, she climbed the stairs to the stage, where she heard little footsteps, rapping upon the floor. Pushing one of the many hidden passages open from the floor, she peeked out. Only to be greeted by a freckled face, dirt smudged little boy. Who had fallen from the passage door.

“It’s the Phantom!”

Esme looked to her side, to see a little girl. No more then the ages of seven to ten. Her grimy hair, pulled back under a dirt covered cloth, keeping her black hair from covering her huge brown eyes. Her dress was old and was held together poorly by an old pin. It must have been a hand me down. Planning on wearing the dress with the pin in till she could grow into it. The little child let out a scream, tears falling down the side of her face. ‘Tis gonna eat me!’ She sobbed, her filthy hands covering her face. Esme only frown before getting herself out from the hole. But before she could speak, her older bother, a good age around thirteen gotten in front of his sister. His little fist up in front of he’s face. “Don’t you harm my sister!” He cried,eyes narrowed, but she noted how his body trembled.

Esme could not help but smile. They reminded her of the children back in her old camping grounds. So wild so wondrous. She ached to see them again. But it was still to soon, besides the fair might of packed up and left without her. Winter would soon set in. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She spoke softly. Her body lowered, to met the eyes of the young boy. “You’re a very brave lad. If I were the real Phantom I would run in fear from your sight.” She saw the little boy stop trembling, before puffing out he’s chest. Taking pride of her words. But she stood back up straight before placing her hands upon her small hips. “Now, ye care to tell me, why you are in here?”

The little boy helped he’s younger sisters to stand back up right. She had stopped crying, but she gripped onto her bothers sleeve tightly still. She ducked behind him when Esme gave her a little smile, letting her older bother speak. “We came here to play… This place is closed and run down. We aren’t broken no law.” Esme only walked over to the swirling steps that lingered on both sides of the stage form their last performance. Sitting upon the bottom step. “Oh? What were you too playing?”

The little boy kept his distance from her. Which she didn’t take as an insult, she most likely would have done the same if she were that young. “Ghost.” The young lass whispered, her fingers picking at the hem of her brown skirt. “We heard there was a ghost here and Eddy wanted to find him. I wanted to go home and help mama but Eddy wouldn’t let me cause he’s a big dummy.” Eddy, so he was called, grumbled at he’s sister before speaking. “I just wanted to see was all.” Esme could not help but smile. “You know. There is a ghost here. I saw him. Maybe that was the Phantom.”

The little girl, soon to be known as Crystal yelped from her words, before Eddy grinned. “ I knew it!” Esme only chuckled. “ Oh yes. If you listen, you can hear he’s footsteps. He’s a very powerful creature the Phantom. He only comes out at night, and within the shadows he watches and waits for he’s prey. Within this very theater he lurks, hidden from the Very light of day. Some people say that he was horridly burned in the famous crash on the chandelier. Some say, he wore a mask to hide it. I, on the other hand. Who had seen him up close, believe he wore the mask for one reason and one reason only."

Her words drew the children closer, letting Esme give them a cheeky grin before whispering. “He wears the mask, to hide the beauty, god himself refuses to see.” Crystal let out a giggle, while the boy shock his head from the ‘girly’ talk. But being so deep into talking about stories Esme was making up off the spot. All three fail to hear Erik approach.

“What happen when he found you?” Crystal asked, her eyes sprinkling with eagerness. Ruby waved them a little closer, whispering to them. Even though she believes they were alone. “When he first fond me, He threw up his arms and with his dooming voice, like thunder rolling along the ground, he cried-.”

“Esme. What in the devil are you doing?"

All three of the little group jerked and looked to who spoke.

The children screamed.

There Erik stood upon the stage, his clothes wrinkled from his sleep, his mask still resting. His face grim from the sudden scream.

“The Phantom!” The children cried together and in a rush, Eddy grabbed his sisters arm and ran, dragging her with him threw the passage way they came threw to get tot he stage. Their screaming of fear echoing behind them.

Erik stared at the child in mere confusion. Still half asleep, why were there children in his home?. But he looked over to Ruby, who was doubled over in laughter. He’s face went grim again, making her voice ring out with more laughter, before he cried out.

“What’s so funny?”
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