Chapter 1 - Dark Angel of the Opera

Dark Angel ofthe Opera
 
“Isn’t it great?! We can practiceour play here as much as we want and then have it here when we’re ready,” Mihotold everyone waltzing around the stage.
            “This place gives me the creeps,”Joey said looking around through the darkness filled with dust and spiderwebs.  The Domino High School Drama Clubhad just arrived at the theater where they would be showing their newest play“The Phantom of the Opera.”
            “It just hasn’t been used in awhile, that’s all,” Miho explained.  “Wejust have to clean it up a bit before we begin.”
            “Oh joy,” Joey saidsarcastically.  And so the cleaningbegan.
            In about a week the theater had beenfully cleaned out of all the dirt and dust that had collected over the largeramount of time the theater had been unused. “I wonder why this place has been closed for so long, It seems alright,”Tea said.  “Judging by the amount ofdust I cleaned, it’s been closed for at least 100 years.”
            “Maybe it’s haunted[/i] Tea,” Tristin said in a spooky voice trying to scare Tea.
            “Oh grow up Tristin.  I don’t believe in ghosts,” Tea said rollingher eyes.
            “Come on up here on stageeveryone!  It’s time to hand out theparts!” Miho yelled excitedly.  Everyoneproceeded to the stage anxious to find out what roll they got.  “All right, the first part goes to Tristinwho will be the Auctioneer.”
            “What?!” I did great in my auditionand I got the smallest roll?” Tristin complained.
            “It may be small, but it’s veryimportant,” Miho explained. “You’ll be the first person everyone sees!”
            “Alright, I’ll do it!” Tristin saidsounding heroic.
            “Oh brother,” Tea said ready to slapTristin upside the head.
            “Tea, you’ll be playing Meg sinceyou’re one of the best dancers,” Miho said. “Monsieur Firmin will be played byYugi and Monsieur André will be played by Duke.  I will be playing Carlotta,” Miho said with pride in her voice.
            “Well she’s got the personality tomatch that,” Duke whispered to Yugi. Yugi giggled realizing Duke was right.
            “Raoul will be played by Joey,” Mihocontinued.
            “Oh yeah! I’m bad, you know it.  I’m bad, I’ll show it,” Joey said with hisultra ego shining through.
            “Christine will be played by Mollyand finally Bakura will play the Phantom.”
            Molly turned to Bakura andsmiled.  “I’m so glad we have the leadrolls.”  Bakura blushed seeing Molly’ssmile.
            “Okay people!  Let’s get to work,” Miho directed.  “Get busy reading your lines and learningyour stage directions!”
            Bakura took Molly’s hand andtogether they left the theater for a quieter place to practice so they would beready to start the next day.  Eventuallyeveryone had filed out and went home to work hard memorizing their lines.
 
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            The nextday everyone gathered back inside the theater to begin their first run of “ThePhantom of the Opera.”  Molly was in oneof the restrooms behind the stage washing her hands when she felt her foot stepon something.  It was a poster of somesort promoting the exact same play their group was going to be performing.  “The Phantom of the Opera” Molly saidpicking up the poster. “What a coincidence.” On the poster was a man who must have been playing the Phantom becausehe was wearing the mask.  And beside himwas a very pretty woman dressed in the most beautiful Classic dress Molly hadever seen.  The woman must have beenChristine.  “I’m going to make my dressjust like this one,” Molly said.  Sherolled up the poster and was about to put it in her purse when she heard thefloor creek behind her.  She spunaround, but no one was there.  Her heartwas pounding fast, so Molly decided to leave the room quickly.
            Thinking the creek was only herimagination, Molly didn’t say anything about it.  She simply returned to the group ready to start practice.  
            Along with her hard work on theplay, Molly was also hard at work on her dress that she would be wearing.  She only had one picture to work from, andshe wanted it to be perfect.  At lastthe play had reached perfection and it was time to rehearse with dressrehearsals. Molly had been waiting for this time to come, because no one knewabout the beautiful dress she was creating from a former Christine’s dress.
            Everyone was dressed and ready to,so the stage was set for start of their first dress rehearsal.  The start was a huge success as Tristin puthis full life’s work into his character. “Lot 666 then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: amystery never fully explained.  We aretold ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures inthe famous disaster.  Our workshops haverestored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light,so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled.  Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of somany years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?!”
            And with that, the music began toblare out and the chandelier began to rise. The blaring music echoed off the walls in such a perfect way one mightsay that the theater was built specifically for this play.  Only Molly was aware that “The Phantom ofthe Opera” had been performed here once before.  When at last Christine’s entrance had arrived, there was a soundof gasps coming from the girls as they admired the beautiful dress Molly hadmade.
            They had arrived at the scene inChristine’s dressing room.  Meg had comeand gone and Raoul had just stepped off. Expecting to here the Phantom voice of Bakura, Molly had a little smileon her face.  However, a different voicehad come, one much deeper and darker.  “Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, baskingin your glory!  Ignorant fool!  This brave young suitor, sharing in mytriumph![/i]” the voice spoke, saying Bakura’s lines.
            Instead of answering back, Mollylooked around in silence wondering who had spoken.  Bakura stepped out from behind the mirror searching for the onewho had stolen his lines.
            “What’s going on here?” Tea asked,confused like everyone else.
            “Hey, it wasn’t me,” Joey said,stating the obvious.
            “Well duh,” Tristin said.
            Molly some how found the courage tocontinue her lines to see if the stranger would continue to sing along withher. “Angel! I hear you! Speak- I listen… stay by my side, guide me! Angel, mysoul was weak- forgive me… enter at last, Master!”
            “Flatteringchild, you shall know me see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in themirror- I am there inside![/i]” the voice answered in a confident singingvoice.
            Everyone on stage ran to the mirrorto see if the mysterious person was really in the mirror, but no one’s faceappeared.  Bakura stepped behind themirror to see if anyone had taken his place, but there was no one.
            “Okay, I’m kind of freaked out now,”Tea said.
            “Alright! Who is it playingaround?!” Miho asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
            “Maybe we should stop for the day,”Yugi suggested.  I think if we leave,this person who is here will lose interest and leave too.”
            “Yeah, it’s probably just somestupid kid,” Duke claimed.  “I’ll betit’s some punk who didn’t get his emergency medical forms filled out on timeand he’s just jealous.”
            “Yeah, probably,” Tristin said.“Let’s go home for today.  It’ll bealright, we’re ahead of schedule anyway.”
            “Okay, 9:00am sharp tomorrow, gotit?!” Miho shouted so everyone could hear.
            “Yeah, yeah, we heard you, you don’thave to shout,” Joey said.  And so everyoneleft the theater not really sure of who was behind the interruption of theirplay practice.
 
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            Molly couldn’t help but feel thismysterious person had it in for her. She remembered the incident in the restroom that involved a noise withno source and now a mysterious voice entering in her scene?  Could there be someone else in the theateror perhaps something?  She told Bakuraabout the creek in the restroom knowing that he would believe her.  Bakura could only say that it was probablyjust a student playing tricks on them. But the voice had sounded older than a student, much like a grown man.
            The next day they had to start overagain from the top.  This time startingjust as grand as the day before.  Theonly problem was that everyone sounded nervous, afraid that the mysteriousvoice would jump in and steal their lines. Only Miho didn’t seem phased by the event as she continued to singlouder than everyone.  The scene inChristine’s dressing room had come again and everyone couldn’t help but anxiouslyawait the voice to enter again in place of Bakura.
            “Things have changed Raoul,” Mollysaid finishing her last line before the Phantom would enter.  There was a silence.  Apparently even Bakura was waiting for thevoice to speak and forgot that they were his lines.
            “Oh uh… Insolent Boy! This slave offashion…” Bakura finished his part, but this time the voice did notinterrupt.  The scene was completed asit was first intended to and there were no interruptions at all.
            Then they moved on to the scenewhere the Phantom has brought Christine to his lair.  Bakura began to sing “The Music of the Night” and everyone seemedto be at ease with the sound of his soft, calm voice.  He was near ending the song. “Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me, saver each sensation…”
            “Letthe dream begin, let your darker side give in[/i]…”
            Bakura stopped singing looking atthe fright on Molly’s face. 
            “Oh no, he’s still here,” Tea saidlooking scared.
            “Let me at him!” Joey said lookingtough.
            “What are we going to do, he’sobviously still here,” Duke said.
            “Molly, are you okay?” Bakura askedlooking at her horrified face.
            “He touched me,” Molly said, notonce blinking.  “I could feel his handon my face.”
            “What?” Bakura asked. “I was rightbeside you, I didn’t see anyone touch your face.”
            “Are you sure Molly?” Yugi askedstepping up next to her.
            “Y-yes,” Molly answered, still inshock.
            “Miho, we’d better stop for today,”Tristin suggested.
            “What?” Miho said.  “We barely got farther than yesterday, wecan’t stop now.”
            “Miho, someone or something is inhere and they’re starting to cross the line.” Tristin argued.
            “Whatever, all of you back to yourplaces.  We’re gonna show this puck whoruns this show!” Miho exclaimed ordering everyone back to their spots.
             So they continued on with the scene of the next morning whenChristine wakes up and fines herself in the lair beside the music box.  “I remember there was mist… swirling mistupon a vast, glassy lake…” Molly and Bakura continued through the scenenervously awaiting the return of the voice. 
            At last Yugi and Duke could performtheir scene and since the Phantom was not in it, they continued on knowing nomysterious voice would jump in and interrupt. Even Miho and Joey got to join in as the others watched to make sureeverything looked good.  Molly couldn’trelax at all knowing the hands of the invisible man could reach out and touchher again at any moment.  Towards theend of the scene Bakura’s Phantom voice had to read a letter, but themysterious voice did not try to join in.
            Each scene after that had seemed torun smoothly and at last they were nearing the end of Act 1 feeling a sense ofaccomplishment feeling as though they had managed to over come the mysteriousghost for the day.  Molly and Joey weresinging their final lines.  “Share eachday with me, each night, each morning…”
            “Youwill curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you![/i]”
            “Ahhhh!” all the girls started toscream.  Everyone was covering theirears at the volume of the voice’s song. Molly clang to Joey as he was the only thing nearby she could hold on toin order to avoid being dragged away. The boys were all up on stage now looking around for the source of thevoice.  Even though everyone had stoppedtheir acting, the ghost apparently was not done.  The voice continued on as to finish the scene on his own. 
            “GO![/i]”the voice screamed.  And then just as itwould end Act 1, the chandelier was sent flying down towards the stage.  However the crew behind stage was suppose tobe directing it in such a way it would fall on cue and slow enough it wouldn’tactually break.  But the ghost was incontrol now and he had actually cut the cord causing the chandelier to fall atfull speed right down towards Molly and Joey who were sitting under it. 
            “Watch out!” Joey yelled rolling outof the way carrying Molly with him. 
            SMASH![/b]The chandelier shattered into millions of pieces of broken glass. Everyonewas still running around screaming and shielding their eyes from the brokenglass.
            “Hey, is everyone alright?!” Tristinyelled.
            “Molly! Joey!” Tea screamed havingseen them just before the chandelier landed.
            “We’re okay,” Joey said.  Both him and Molly were cut up pretty badfrom the amount of glass that had flown at them. 
            “Miho, we’re stopping for today!”Tristin decided.
            “Well duh Tristin!” Miho yelledback.  “We need a new chandelier andmedical attention for our actors.”
            “How can she just go on thinkingthis was just an accident?” Tristin asked Duke and Yugi who were standing nextto him.
            “She was really excited about beingin charge of the play and now everything’s falling apart,” Yugi explained.
            “Yeah, she’s probably pretendingit’s nothing so she can carry on doing her job,” Duke added.
            “I guess,” Tristin said. “But sheshould be looking out for best of the rest of us rather than just her job.”
            “Yeah I suppose,” Yugi said.  “I find it hard that she could hear thatvoice and not be frightened by it.”
            “She should be watching out forherself,” Duke said. “She’s got that scene when the Phantom messes up hervoice.  If she’s not careful, she mightreally lose her voice.  Tristin, she’syour girl friend, talk some sense into her.”
            “I’ll try,” Tristin saidhopelessly.  And so, play practice hadended for the day and was postponed for a week due to the most unfortunateevent.
 
*          *          *
 
            A weeklater, when the wounded were healed and the chandelier had been replaced, theDrama Club returned to finish getting through some dress rehearsals beforeopening night.  Everyone was shaken upand afraid that the events would occur again, but never the less they went onwith the show. 
            They had arrived at the scene ofChristine’s dressing room once again. Molly was more nervous than she had ever been in her entire, life somehowknowing that the Phantom would return again. She sang, “Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel…”
            “Iam our Angel… Come to me Angel of Music…[/i]” In an instant the mirror Mollywas standing in front of shattered and the mysterious ghost grabbed Molly andtook her through the mirror into darkness.
            “NO!” Bakura shouted.  Everyone could see him on the other side ofthe broken mirror where he was hiding before his entrance, but Molly and theghost had vanished into thin air.
            “Where is she?!” Joey said runningover to the mirror.  Everyone went on afrantic search to find her all around the theater.
            “What’s going on here?! This isimpossible!” Miho said running around the mirror trying to find a trap doorthey could have slid through.  But therewas none.
            Down below the stage in a dark roomthat was locked, Molly laid flat out on a vintage coach that smelled ofdust.  She was breathing hard,frightened to see the face of her kidnapper. And suddenly there was song… “Night-timesharpens, heightens each sensation… Darkness stirs and wakes imagination…Silently the senses abandon their defenses…[/i]” The ghost began to caressMolly’s face.  Molly shivered at thecold touch of his hand.  And there aboveher appeared the silhouette of a man. “Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor…” He sang to her looking deepinto her frighten eyes.
            “W-what do you want with me?!” Mollystuttered.
            The man leaned in close to her earand whispered, “Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.  Purge your thoughts of the life you knewbefore…” Molly breathed harder afraid she would not be able to escape.  Then the man continued singing in her earwhile making his way to sitting on top of her on the coach.  “Let your soul take you where you long tobe.  Only then can you belong to me…”
            “Stop it, please…” Molly saidfeeling hopeless.
            The man ignored her and continuedsinging this time kneeling over her and caressing her again.  “Touch me, trust me, savor eachsensation.  Let the dream begin, letyour darker side give in to the power of the music that I write- the power ofthe music of the night…” And he finished ever so close to her face.  He made an evil grin and then began to kissher passionately. 
            Molly tried to pry him off andmanaged to free her lips from his and then turned her head and screamed as loudas she could.
            “Ahhhh!  Somebody help me!” she called out.
            “I can here her!” Tristin said toBakura as they were walking down under the stage searching for Molly.  “This way!” They ran towards the door that closed the room that Molly and the ghostwere in.
            “Take this door!” Tristin saidkicking the door with all his might.
            The ghost man looked down at Mollyand smiled. “I’ll be back,” he said. Then black tattered, torn wings appeared from behind his back and heflew upwards vanishing through the ceiling. Then the door fell in and Tristin and Bakura came in.
            “What happened?” Bakura asked as herushed over to Molly.
            “He, he…” Molly tried to say.
            “He what?” Tristin saidimpatiently.  “Did he hurt you, causeI’ll find him and I’ll kill him if he did!”
            Bakura embraced Molly trying to calmher down so she could explain what happened. “He’s an angel, a fallen angel. His hair was bizarre. Sort of like Yugi’s only messier.  And his clothes looked Egyptian all torn upand dirty.” she explained.
            “What?” Bakura said. “Didn’t knowthere were such things.”
            “He was singing to me,” Mollyexplained.  “Singing Music of the Nightand then he kissed me.”
            “Oh man, he’s so dead!” Tristinsaid.  “No one gets away with that!”
            “We have to get out of here beforehe comes back,” Bakura said.
            “I agree,” Molly said soundingweak.  So they left as quickly as theycould.  Molly needed time off since shewas so shaken up by the incident.  Shestayed home for a few days while the rest of the club, under Miho’s orders,continued practicing.  For the 2 daysMolly was out, the Mysterious Dark Angel did not make an appearance to ruin theplay practice and so the gang was able to get through several runs withoutproblem.  They believed that the Angel’svisits were over.
 
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            WhenMolly had returned it was coming close to opening night and the actors weremore nervous about it than they thought possible.  The Angel had not returned, but that never ruled out the possibilitythat he would return to cause havoc again. Everything was running smoothly andthe last of the costumes had been finished. The props were set and ready to go and the theater was being inspectedfrom head to toe for clean perfection. No one inspecting the theater found any trace of the Dark Angel and soeveryone started to relax assuming he was gone for good. 
            “Comenow, everyone get ready we’re starting in 5 minutes!” Miho yelled out toeveryone in the hustle and bustle back stage. Molly was looking out through the curtains at all the people who hadcome to watch who were unaware of the events that had taken place to make theshow possible.
            “Goodluck Molly,” Bakura said to her handing her a rose. 
            “Aww,thank you Bakura,” Molly said giving him a hug.
            “Ready people?!” Miho continuedshouting.  “Tristin, out you go! Joey,you too!”
            The curtain rose and the playbegan.  Everyone back stage was silentlistening to the others on stage working magic.  When the music began it sounded just as perfect as the first timethey had rehearsed with it. Everything was going so well.
            Molly was still a bit nervous, butshe went out and did her best growing more and more confident as the playcontinued.  Everything was going wellwithout interruption.  They had actuallymade it all the way through Act 1 without trouble and everyone was sohappy.  Spirits were lifted as Molly,Joey and Bakura returned to back stage so everyone could congratulate them.  “Ha! See, no ghost will stop us!” Mihoexplained confidently.
            Act 2 started out quite nicely aswell with everyone performing more confidently than when they had started.  The Masquerade was pure beauty on the stagewith all the bright colorful costumes. They had even made it all the way to Scene 7 of Act 2, the Phantom’sperformance of “Don Juan Triumphant.” Never had there been an interruption taking place anywhere in Act 2, soof course Molly would enjoy they time she’d spend on stage with Bakura. 
            “… no thoughts within her head, butthoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love!” Molly sangentering as Christine.  She was waitingfor the moment when Bakura would enter as the Phantom disguised as Don Juan.
            “Youhave come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that with, whichtill now has been silent, silent…[/i]” The disguised Don Juan entered, but itwas definitely not Bakura.  “I havebrought you, that our passions may fuse and merge- in your mind you’ve alreadysuccumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me- now you arehere with me: no second thoughts, you’ve decided, decided…”  Molly continued playing along, not sure whatelse she could do in front of the audience.
            They both began to sing together.“Past the point of no return, the final threshold- the bridge is crossed, sostand and watch it burn… We’ve pasted the point of no return…” And then linefor line the Dark Angel continued to sing the lines of the Phantom. Somethingabout the way he was speaking caused Molly to fall into a sort of trance.
            “Say you’ll share with me one love,one lifetime… Lead me, save me from my solitude… Say you want me with you herebeside you…” He moved ever so closely to Molly and wrapped his arm around herto bring her closer to him.  “Anywhereyou go let me go too- Monet that’s all I ask of…” The Angel threw the cape hewas wearing around them both and suddenly they were gone.
            “Molly!” Bakura shouted, finallyfreed from the spell he was under to prevent him from coming out on stage.  “Bring her back you monster!”
            “Ahhh!  What are we going to do?!” Tea shouted.
            “Ugh! My play is ruined!” Mihoscreamed.
            “I have to go find her!” Bakurayelled.
            “Not alone you’re not,” Tristinsaid.
            “Yeah, we’re all going,” Yugi saidfollowed by Joey.  They all begananother frantic search for Molly and the Dark Angel.
            The Angel continued singing asthough the play was still in progress. “Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!  Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!  Down that path into darkness deep as hell!”
            “Why did you bring me here?” Mollyasked, scared for her life.
            “Because I’ve missed you more thanlife itself,” the Dark Angel answered, staring once again into her eyes.
            “I don’t understand,” Mollysaid.  “You called me something elseback there. Monet, or something.”
            “Oh, but that is who you are mylove,” the Angel answered again.
            “What do you mean,” Molly said.  “My name is Molly, not Monet.”
            “Haven’t you been listening to whatI’ve been saying all this time,” the Angel explained.  He gave a little tune to his voice as he sang the words. “Let thedream begin, let your darker[/i] sidegive in.” He stared at her.  You’redarker side is who I have been searching for.”
            He walked up to her and pulled herin close.  Then he brought his lips tohers and began to kiss her passionately like before. Molly pulled away.  “I’m not who you think I am.” 
            The door to the room bust open andTristin, Joey, Yugi and Bakura entered to find Molly in the arms of the DarkAngel.  “Hnhaha, you’ll never catch me,”the Angel said.  Taking Molly in hisarms he flew towards the ceiling and vanished.
            “Gah, he got away!” Bakura said indisappointment. 
            “Come on they went back up,” Tristinsaid.  They went back up to the stage,but Angels can fly faster than that. The Dark Angel took Molly up to a secret room far above the stage thatwas unreachable to everyone below. 
            “Will you please explain what’sgoing on?” Molly asked of the Angel.
            “The last time I was alive, my loveand I were happy together here at this very Opera house,” the Angel explained.  “We had performed the Phantom of the Operaas well which you would very well know.”
            “The poster,” Molly said.  “You’re the man in the poster who played thePhantom.”
            “That’s right,” said the Angel.  “My name is Yami Atemu and I was thePhantom.”
            “And the woman must have been thisMonet you keep talking about,” Molly figured out. “She was… Christine.”
            “Yes, we were the most perfectstaged couple ever and that play was our greatest achievement,” Yami said.  “That is why I cannot let you perform withoutme.”
            “Without me?  But I told you I’m not Monet,” Mollysaid.  
            “Oh aren’t you?” Yami said.  “Take a look in that mirror over there andtell me other wise.”  Molly walked overto the mirror and looked at herself. There was only one problem; it wasn’t her face she saw staring back ather. 
            Molly gasped feeling as though shewere staring at a ghost.  Yami came overto the mirror too to glance at his lost love’s image in the mirror.  The reflection looked at Yami with a sad,hopeless face.  She looked as though shelonged to be with him, but was being held back.  Yami reached out and touched the mirror gently striking it withhis with his fingertips making marks on the mirror wiping away the dust.
            “We are Egyptians that had come toJapan to work in the theater.  ThePhantom of the Opera was our greatest success,” Yami explained.  “Later we chose to do a play based on anEgyptian love story called The Princess of Egypt.  That is why our clothes are Egyptian.”
            Molly looked back in the mirrorseeing that Monet was also dressed that way. “But why are you still wearing them?” Molly questioned.
            “Because of what happened on openingnight,” Yami said with sadness in his tone. He closed his eyes and Molly thought she could see a tear fall from hiseye.  “During the closing scene, someonein the audience shot her.”
            “Oh I’m so sorry,” Molly said,shocked to hear why he was so sad. “That’s awful.”
            “I couldn’t save her, she died soquickly,” Yami said.  “I could only cryas she bled all over the stage.  I didn’twant to accept the fact that she was gone. So I took the closest sharp object I could find and took my own life.”
            Molly shuddered thinking of thepicture in her mind.  “So you killedyourself here and that’s why you are still here.  But where is she?”
            “She died of innocence when her timehad come.  I took my life out of spite,before my time, so I am stuck here as a Fallen Angel,” Yami continued toexplain.  “I frightened everyone away asthe Phantom of the Opera so they closed the theater so that I could live inpeace, alone with the memories of her.”
            “So were you trying to scare us awaytoo?”  Molly asked.  “We did intrude.”
            “I could feel her inside of you andI knew I had to get you away from the others,” Yami said.  “When I caressed your face and kissed yourlips, I could feel her warmth all over again.”
            “Why is she in me?” Mollyasked.  “How long has she been there?”
            “She has been apart of you eversince you were born and she will remain until you die,” Yami explained.  “She is your Guardian Angel, your otherhalf… your darker half.”
            Yami pulled her close to him in anintimate embrace.  This time Molly didnot pull away because now she knew why he wanted to be close to her all thetime. 
            “Molly!  Molly!” the gang was shouting down on the stage floor.  “We’ve looked everywhere, where could shebe?!” 
            “This is horrible,” Tea said.  “What are we going to do?”
            Yami looked over his shoulder at thefrantic searching actors down below. “Perhaps you should return to them,” Yami said.  “They are worried about you.  Please don’t forget about me.”
            “I won’t,” Molly said softly,looking truthfully into his eyes.
            “Hang on,” Yami said taking hold ofMolly.  Then together they rose from therafter and flew slowly down to the ground. Yami did not want to be seen by the audience so he made sure to stay outof sight behind the curtains.
            “Good bye my Angel of Music.  Finish the play.  You would not want to disappoint the audience,” Yami toldMolly. 
            Molly smiled at him.  “Okay Dark Angel of the Opera.”  Then Molly went to find Bakura becausethat’s who she was suppose to be with in the next scene.  Yami watched her walk away and then tookflight back up to his secret spot where he would watch Molly and the others completetheir performance.
             Everyone did the best they could to complete the play as thoughnothing had gone wrong.  Somehow theymanaged.  As Yami watched he keptthinking of his story and how it related to the Phantom of the Opera. 
            Molly sang out as Christine in thelast scene.  “Pitiful creature ofdarkness… What kind of life have you known…? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!”  As Christine and the Phantom shared theirpassionate kiss, Yami watched thinking of the same kiss he had given his sweetMonet when they had arrived at that part of the scene. 
            “I do miss those days,” a voice saidbehind Yami. 
            Yami turned his head hoping thevoice was who he thought. 
            “I’ve missed you Yami,” Monet saidlooking at the surprised expression on Yami’s face.
            “Monet, is it really you?” Yamiasked in high hopes. 
            She smiled at him and opened herarms to embrace him. 
            Yami held her tightly as he hadnever been so happy in his entire life. “I missed you so much my love,” he said with tears of joy streaming downhis face. They kissed passionately as the scene progressed until the finallines were spoken.  Bakura stood on thestage as the Phantom of the Opera and Yami sat high in the rafters as the DarkAngel of the Opera.  In unison they bothsang…
 
            “You alone can make my song takeflight- it’s over now, the music of the night…”
 
The End           
 
~by Molly Malone~
           
           
           

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