1The other side of the angel
It has been eight years since Mollia's first meeting with the angel of music. So is now
thirteen years old, and her musical talent is the kind of talent, that you would expect from a
person who's been playing the violin and piano for twenty years not, eight. Mollia's musical
talent has also excelled beyond belief.
"Her voice is perfect. I cannot help her excel any longer. I am sorry, she can even teach
herself new songs. She is beyond needing a teacher." The tutor explained to Raoul. Raoul payed
the tutor for his work and entered the music room.
His only daughter was at the piano playing a sad yet beautiful song which would bring
tears to any listeners ears except for her father. Mollia stopped playing and looked at her father.
"Father, I know I can excel further. None of these tutors are right for me."
"Well we will find someone we have to. I have guest coming tonight and they want to see
all of your musical talent so prepare for each instrument and warm up. They will be here
shortly."Mollia gasped she had never played in front of guest. They mst be of great importance to
my dad to have me play music.
Mollia went through her piano music and found a piece that she had composed a while
back and for the violin she also played her own work. She went through her vocal music but
couldn't find anything. Then a particular song caught her eye. She had never heard of it and there
was no composer. It was called "You Raise Me Up". Mollia played it on the piano and began to
sing along. It was perfect. By the end of the song Mollia was crying. The song reminded her
about her dear mother and all of the good memories flooded back. She went to her own bedroom
to get ready for the guest. By the time she had finished the door bell rang.
"Mollia come to the music room!" Raoul yelled. Mollia was there in a flash.
"Mollia, I want you to meet the new managers of the opera populaire. This is Joseph." He
said pointing to a good looking man with brown hairs and piercing brown and orange eyes. "And
this is Mikel." Raoul said pointing to the other man. He was even cuter. He had the dreamy
blonde hair and baby blue eyes and a smile that could melt a stone cold heart. Then she thought
of her angel. All of these years she had dreams that she would see the angel of music again and
soon. She had never really gotten to see his face.
"Are you ready to play Mollia?" Raoul asked snapping you back to reality.
"Huh yeah sorry about that." Mollia's face turned a deep red and she walked to the piano
with her music. She began playing and for about ten minutes the only sound was the piano. It was
as if Mollia's soul was attached to the music as her fingers seemed to float over the ivory keys.
When Mollia finished the song with a beautiful chord, she looked over at the Opera managers
and they were stunned.
"How old are you child?" They asked in unison (at the same time)
"I am thirteen sir." Both managers were speechless. Raoul motioned you to go on while
smiling. Mollia walked over to the couch and grabbed her violin. She prepared and got
positioned and began to play. It was a sad and longing song. It was as if time froze and te music
never stopped. When it did end Mollia noticed that everyone was in tears even her father. He
smile.
"Your mother would be so proud of you right now sweety. Sing for us for your mother."
You grabbed your music and sat at the piano.
"Would you like it acapella or with accompaniment, good sirs?" All said acapella. Mollia
stepped away from the piano and set her music on a stand. She began to sing and it was like and
angel took control for she could not stop singing,
When I am Down, and oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit a while with me.
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.
You raise me so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
you raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.
(This time like really loud)
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders (ritard and decrescendo)
You raise me up to more than I can be,
You raise me up to more than I can be...
Everyone clapped and you bowed.
"She is perfect Raoul a little too young but she will do. You shall bring happiness and joy
to all of Paris, Mollia." They stood and hugged you. Your father embraced you.
"Father what are they talking about." your father kissed your forehead.
"Their lead at the opera house has gotten sick and passed. They need a new one as well as
a musician." You squealed and squeezed your dad.
"When are we leaving dad." Your father looked at the ground.
"I cannot stay with you but I will be to your every show and you can always write to me.
You are growing into a beautiful young lady. You saddened at hearing this but were still to
excited to cry.
"Go pack your things for we will be off in an hour." Joseph stated.
"I have one question. Can I have my mothers old dressing room please?"
"Sure our new lead gets what ever she wants." You smiled and then bowed. Once you
reached your room you danced in circles and jumped on your bed. You packed your clothes and
your mother's dresses and then you grabbed anything you might need. It was a fun ride to the
opera house. The opera managers explained that Mollia will start as the musician and once they
get rid of their awful replacement A girl named Rosemary, that Mollia was going to take over.
You arrived at the opera house and when you entered your breath was yet again taken away.
There was gold and statues and amazing architecture. The grand stairs were made of marble and
there was a giant red carpet on top of them. You went down several different halls and finally
you reached your Mother's dressing room, now Mollia's dressing room. There was a knock on
the door,
"Yes come in." A older woman with a kind yet stern face entered and shut the door
behind her.
"Good evening my dear. My, have you grown . I wanted to let you know that practice s at
six tomorrow morning."
" Thank you madame Giry. Can I talk to you about something." Madame Giry was like a
grandmother to Mollia. Since she was a baby madame Giry was always there to help, and she
brought meg with her.
"Sure, what do you want tp talk about?" Madame Giry sat on your couch and you sat next
to her.
"Can you tell me about my mom and how she met the angel of music." Madame Giry
froze. I am sorry my dear but I I can't. I must go, and tend to something." Madame Girl left
leaving Mollia shocked.
"What happened that was so bad that no one wants to talk about it or even think about
it?" Mollia asked herself.
"It's because no one can handle anything or anyone who's different." A angelic voice
answered coming from no where and yet everywhere. Mollia looked around a little shocked.
"I know what you mean." Mollia said as she sat down on her new bed.
"You know nothing about being different You are the same as anyone else." Snapped the
voice. This made Mollia break out in goose bumps.
"Well don't be so quick to judge. I am thirteen years old and I can play the piano and
violin better than people who have twenty years of experience. Some people think I'm a witch."
Mollia looked at the ground and she heard a loud sigh.
"If only my mother were here to help me through this stage." Mollia sobbed and laid down in her
bed. She
waited until she though that the voice had went away, but she didn't know that he was right behind her
mirror. Softly she began to sing I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut,and my weakness is that I care to much. And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel. I'm drunk and I'm feeling down, and I just wanna be alone I pissed cause came around, why don't you just go home Cause you channeled all your pain, and I can't help you fix yourself Your making me insane all I can say is I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut, And my weakness is that I care too much An our scars remind us that the past real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Mollia tried to keep singing but she kept sobbing. She jumped when she felt a warm hand rub her back.
" Mollia please forgive me. I did not mean to scare you I just im confused and agitated."
It was the angelic voice. Mollia sat up and hugged the man. He didn't react but finally he held her
against him. She looked up at him and asked,
"How do you know my name?"
"Child you don't remember our first meeting in the chapel." He said and laughed to
himself. Mollia mentally slapped herself how could she forget.
"I am sorry about your mother. I see how much you loved her. She was a wonderful
person you know." Mollia looked up and the man and pushed herself away from him.
"You're the one who kid napped her!" Mollia exclaimed and was about to scream for
help but a gloved hand was placed over her mouth.
"Shhh. Do not scream little angel you are not on harms way. I would never hurt you."For
some reason Mollia believed him and relaxed a little bit. Her eyelids became very heavy. She
tried to keep them open but she couldn't.
"Sleep little angel. You need your rest for tomorrow. You have your first practice."
Mollia slowly fell asleep.
The phantom slipped her under the covers and slipped behind the mirror.
"Soon my angel you must learn to trust and love me. You will learn to trust and love me.
You are not completely like your mother. You do have some good traits tat you got from your
father. Sleep today for tomorrow you shall be surprised." He smiled and walked down the dark
hallway and to his newly built layer.
Mollia awoke to a knock on the door. She got out of bedand opened the door. A girl
about her age with silver hair and grey eyes was standing there.
"Madame Girl sent me to wake you. Practice starts shortly and she says you must come to
breakfast." The girl looked nervous for some reason.
"Um well you can come in and wait I will only be a few minutes. By the way I'm
Mollia." Mollia walked to the wardrobe and took out her leotard.
"Im Adrian. Nice to meet you." Mollia walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
"So Adrian tell me why are you so nervous."
"Umm. Well there has been talk that the Phantom is back and has come for Christine'
only daughter." Mollia froze, she opened the door once she was done.
"But I'm Christine's only daughter. That would mean. No, he didn't he..no." Mollia
began to sob. "So it is true than he did kidnap my mother and now he's after me her only child.
The only thing that has any part of her inside is me. Of course he would want me. My father tells
me that I have grown up to be a spitting image of her." Adrian just stared at her while she
babbled on and on. She glanced at the mirror and then got up and took Mollia's hand. "Hurry or
else we will be late. Madame Girl would get mad at me." Adrian hurried out of the room with her
and led her to the stage. Mollia looked at the seats and then up at the big chandelier. It's lights
seemed like they would never go out. It sparkled and glowed and there were figures built into the
walls. Then Mollia glanced at box five and a shiver ran down her spine. Madame Girl grabbed
her and pulled her away. She harshly whispered in Mollia's ear.
"You want nothing to do with him. After practice come to my room and we will talk. Don't fear him, he would not harm you." She pulled away and instructed for everyone to stretch.
Mollia felt like she was being watched by someone. It was weird. Madame Girl helped everyone
through the dance steps for the first ballet in the opera. She told Mollia that she can either watch
on the sidelines because she is not dancing in this opera she has the lead role. Or she can practice
singing. The opening opera was Hannibal.
"I think I will practice singing Madame Girl. Tomorrow I might dance" Mollia walked to
the piano and noticed that the music was already there. She decided to go with the aria. She
gasped it was the song that her mother sang her to sleep with. It was the whole song. She smiled
and began to play the intro on the piano. She started to sing,
Think of me,
Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while please promise me you'll try,
When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free
if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.
We never said our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea,
but if you can still remember
Stop and think of me.
Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have been.
Think of me
Think of me waking, silent and resigned
Imagine me
trying too hard to put you from my mind
Recall those days,look back at all those times,
Think of things we'll never do
There will never be a day when I won't think of you!
That last note echoed throughout the empty house and she finally noticed that the ballerinas had
stopped dancing.
"She's the daughter of Christine. They say that he has returned for his kin. She's a weird one." one girl whispered to her partner. Mollia heard a slapping noise and the girl was on the
ground.
"I will have no talk of that kind amongst my dancers. Mollia is no different than you she
just has a higher music talent than most!"The girl got up and ran off her friend followed. Once
they left Mollia couldn't help herself you burst out in laughter. Madame Girl had the girls dance
more and she came over to her.
"You truly do have your mother in you. And a lot of your father. I am sorry for that but I
will not have people be rude."
"It's okay Madame Girl what are you apologizing for you were awesome."
Mollia hugged her and walked back to her dressing room. There awaited a Deep red rose
with a black ribbon tied around it. She heard another knock on the door. She placed the rose on
her vanity and opened the door.
"Did you see the look on that girls face!Ha! I would pay to see that again!" Adrian burst
into a laughing fit and fell on the floor in Mollia's room. Mollia started to laugh too. Both the
girls got up and started to talk about the new opera and Mollia learned that the girl who got
slapped was Rosemary and her friend was Julia. Everyone thinks that she lives and dances here
because her parents could not handle her anymore. Mollia and Adrian talked for a half an hour
and then Adrian noticed the rose.
"Where did you get that?" She asked as started to back away from the rose."
" I don't know when I came back to my room it was on my pillow. AHH! I have to go. I
forgot to meet with Madame Girl. I am sorry but I must leave." Mollia rushed out of the room
making sure not to shut the door behind her.
Adrian stood in the room alone and looked at the rose she walked up to it and reached out
to touch it. Just as her fingers almost grazed it the bedroom door flew shut. She gasped and
looked at the door no one was there.
"Who's there" She spun around but no one was there. She walked to the door and
someone's arm slipped around her waist. She stiffened and opened her mouth to scream but it
was covered by a gloved hand. While kicking and fighting she was carried over to the bed and
was sat down. The phantom sat next to her. Adrian was to scared to move.
"I will not hurt you, you are a good friend of Mollia's are you not?" The phantom waited
about five minutes. "Answer me girl." he said impatiently.
"Yea. Please don't harm Mollia. She has done nothing wrong."
The phantom grew a little angry. " I would never dream of harming her. Now Tomorrow
night make sure she goes down to the chapel. You will be rewarded if you do." Adrian got mad.
"I will not turn my friend into you for a reward!" She exclaimed and made a dash for the
door, but the phantom was to quick and had he pinned against the wall.
"If you don't then I will have to fetch her and you and you will live with me forever
because you have both seen me." Adrian nodded and agreed to do It. The phantom released her
and Adrian ran from the room.
" That did not go as I planned. I must have a word with Madame Girl." The phantom
disappeared into thin air.
Mollia quietly knocked on Madame Giry's door. A few moments later the door opened a
crack and once Madame Girl noticed that it was Mollia she quickly ushered (I love that word
ushered) her inside and locked the door.
"You wanted to talk to me Madame Girl?" Mollia asked as Madame Girl had her sit
down on the sofa.
"Yes I wanted to talk about your angel. You are getting yourself into something that could
ruin your life Mollia. I want you to know that he is mad and has had his heart broken many times.
He has gotten to the point that when he falls for someone he becomes obsessed and I am
beginning to think that what happened with your mother is going to happen to you. I don't want
that." Mollia grew angry at madame Girl. She stood and her face turned red.
" You guys think that he is mad just because he is different. I guess that makes me mad to
just because I am musically talented and I can play better than people who have played way
longer than me. He is no different from anyone else. So What if he is a genius. He is kind hearted
and mis understood. Just like I am. Devil's Child that is what you people call him. What about
me am I to be witch or Devil's spawn, for the rest of my life." Mollia's eyes filled with tears and
she sat back down. Madame Girl was taken back at Mollia's behaviors. Madame Girl walked
over to her desk and took a white mask.
"Child have you seen his face yet?" Mollia was very confused at this point. She thought
about it and realized that she has but only part of it.
"Yes but only part of it the shadows hid the rest."
" Well you see this was his mask. After he let your mother go with your father he left this
and my daughter went down with the police. She found this but the phantom was no where to be
found. I wonder maybe he uses the black one from when he performed his opera." Madame Girl
was deep in thought and did not notice that Mollia was still crying. She finally looked at Mollia
"Mollia why are you crying?" Madame Girl sat next to her and tried to comfort her.
"In a way I can feel his pain. Losing what you loved the most and being made fun off and
treated as an out cast because you are different. You heard those girls. They were right he has
come back to me. But the only difference from my mother is that my angel and me have
similarities and I am not going to run when I see why he is hiding behind a mask." Mollia stood
and bided Madame Girl Farewell and left.
"Come out Erik I know that you are there." Madame Girl turned to her desk and Erik
popped down behind her.
" I did not know that she cared for me so much. I have come for my mask and to warn
you. If anyone gets in my way you will not see them again. So I would be wiser and next time
think twice about having your daughter going down to my house and taking my belongings
understood." Madame Giry's eyes grew wide with fear and she handed Erik his mask and
nodded.
"I am sorry that I have betrayed you Erik but please don't let what happened last time
happen again okay?" Erik nodded and handed Madame Girl a note with the traditional red skull
on the back
" Can you make sure that the managers get this my salary has not been paid and if they do
not want history to repeat itself they should see to it that it is paid." Erik turned and disappeared
through a trap door. Madame Girl hurried out the door but was stopped by Erik. She almost
screamed but Erik covered her mouth.
"I almost forgot do not tell Mollia anything else unless I permit it." With that he
disappeared and Madame Girl shook it off and walked straight to the managers.
Mean while Adrian was searching for Mollia, when they both bumped into each other in
the hall.
"ADRIAN!!" Mollia squealed,
"MOLLIA!!" Adrian embraced her friend.
"Mollia after the show I want you to come to the chapel. I need to pray for my brother and
you need to pray for your mother and grandfather. Okay?"
"Yea sure. I can't wait till tonight. Im a little nervous. Maybe I should tell them I'm sick."
Mollia looked to the ground.
"Mollia what are you so scared of?" Adrian asked while walking down the hall with
Mollia.
"My mother said that she thought she met the angel of music but it was just a crazy man
and I man and I am beginning to wonder if that man is posing as my angel of music. I want to
believe that he is my real angel but what if I'm wrong and what happened to my mother happens
to me. I'm sorry but I'm going to go. I must ask someone something. Please excuse me Adrian."
Adrian gave her friend a sympathetic look and watched as she ran to the chapel and then she
thought more and more of how the phantom of the opera had told her to send her friend to the
chapel and Adrian began to run. First she ran to the chapel and found that the door was locked.
She was about to knock, but her hand was grabbed and twisted behind her back. Someone or
something harshly whispered in her ear,
"Remember what I said girl. Leave her be. I will not take her or you now. If you tell
anyone you will never see the light again."Adrian tried to scream but a cloth was placed over her
nose and mouth.
" Do not fight it girl, it will just string more." The voice whispered as Adrian's world
slowly slipped away into darkness.
Madame Girl was worried neither Mollia or Adrian showed up for practice. It was not
like Adrian to be late. She could see Mollia being late but Adrian had never.
"Okay girls stretch and prepare. I will be back in a few minutes." Madame Girl hurried
down the hall to the chapel.
"Erik what have you done now?" She thought aloud.
"Well, nothing really." Erik replied and jumped from a rafter.
"Except taken care of that girl who has gotten in the way. I thought I told you that if you
sent anyone they would not be seen again." Madame Girl became frightened.
"Oh Erik please I have not sent anyone. Mollia has not shown up for dance and neither
has Adrian. I am worried." Erik's evil smirk was washed from his face and he became very pale.
"What do you mean Mollia never showed up for practice. I watched her leave the chapel
and make her way to the stage!" Erik growled in anger .Then he took a rope from the wall and
made a punjab lasso.
" If Jones has touched her he will never see the light of day or rather anything from this
point on. Adrian is locked in her room by the way. She interfered so I put her in there for safe
keeping." Erik disappeared.
Meanwhile in the back of the opera house you could her a girl struggling and a man
yelling. Jones Tied the girl to the bed and smacked her hard to shut her up. Hot tears spilled
down her cheek.
"I told you to shut the hell up girl. Your just like the rest of them why cant you just go
with it and let it happen. Mollia wasn't listening. She was to busy trying to free herself. This man
Jones or what ever his name is had already gotten most of her clothes off.
"Please don't do this. You don't know who you are messing with. I am Mollia Daee. My
father is Raoul De Changney and if he found out what you did he would have your head." Mollia
tried to scare the man but he jumped on top of her.
"All the more adventure. The pretty daughter of Christine and Raoul. Oh how the scene
shifters will get a kick out of th. ." The man never got to finish what he was about to say because
a rope was around his neck and Mollia fainted.
Erik threw the man to the side and ripped open his shirt and with a knife carved.
You had better teach your perverted stage hands to keep their filthy hands off of the girls
O.G
Erik wrapped Mollia in his cape and picked her up bridal style. He rushed through the halls and
found Madame Girl.
"Oh my god what happened to her?" Madame Girl led Erik to Mollia's room and went to
get her medical kit. When she came back Erik was sitting right besides Mollia and was holding
her hand.
I shouldn't have left her out of my sight. I hope that she can forgive me."
"Erik! Do not talk non sense of course she will forgive you. And do not blame what
happened on yourself. Erik tended to Mollia's cut wrists and bruised neck and cheek.
"Madame Girl is it okay if I bring her to my home?" Madame Girl thought about it and
then sighed.
" Yes. She truly cares for you and I can tell that you deeply care for her. Bring her back
tomorrow morning." Madame Girl stiffened when Erik embraced her. Even Erik was surprised
my his own actions. He picked up Mollia and slipped past the mirror.