Run Away From the Sun (Ville Valo Vampire Fanfic)

2002 - Elle

L O N D O N

Music's better than sex. I've only had a couple of awkward encounters with men, so I didn't have great data to compare. But I've read Nora Roberts and Sir Author Conan Doyle. I did my research and made deductions.

Nothing made me feel the way music did. But Rock 'N' Roll was different. Pure danger. Rock was better than forbidden, dirty, rough, gymnastic sex.

Again, couldn't speak to experience.

"Fucking hell, Elle," Jeanie shouted through the door of my flat as I finally opened it. "I must have called eighty bleeding times!"

"Jeanie, stop shouting!" I moaned through my hangover. Jeanie and I played a gig last night and then went to a pub after, and then another, and then another. She seemed in much better shape than me. "What's going on?"

"Bobbie called. They have a slot for a local band to open forrrrr..." She drum rolled against my wall. It sounded polished like I'd expect. Jeanie's been playing drums since she was five, just around the time we met and became inseparable.

"No..."

"Yes."

"Christ on a bloody Cracker," I backed up into my bedroom and Jeanie followed. "When?"

"Two Thursdays from now."

I stared at my calendar. The one Jeanie got me for Christmas. It had a different 80's metal band on each month. February was Skid Row.

Circled in red was my Dad's gig. The first he'd play since Mum died, nearly two years ago. I agreed to play bass and sing back-up for him. The only way I was getting out of it was if I died between now and then.

"Shit, Jeanie I can't look," I said as I threw myself on my bed and pointed at Sebastian Bach. She stared at it desperately and squeaked with delight.

"It's the day after!" Jeanie rejoiced as she read the calendar and plopped down on the bed beside me. She shook my shoulders voilently. "Your Dad's show is Friday!!!"

I shot up on the bed to a sitting position. She followed.

"So we're doing this??" I asked.

"We're doing it, Elle," She grabbed my face, kissed my forehead, and jumped up on to her feet. She bounced up and down on my bed.

"We're gonna open for HIM!" She screamed and I immediately followed her. We jumped on the bed, holding each other's arms and shouted with giddy delight like we were thirteen again.

"Keep it down, you!" We heard it come below from my downstairs neighbors. The broomstick followed with three loud bangs.

We didn't care. We didn't stop. In two weeks, Jeanie and I would open for one of the biggest rock bands in Europe. It was an opportunity most local musicians never got. More exposure, more fans, and most importantly, I might get a chance to meet my idol. Ville Valo, HIM's lead singer, and the sexiest person on the bloody planet.

Maybe they like our music so much that Ville asks us to join HIM for the rest of the tour. Maybe he takes a day off from the tour to see me play with my Dad's band. Maybe he'd come on stage and play a duet with me. Maybe we'd snog in the bathroom of the club, and then he'd ask me to marry him.

I'm not a psychic, but I had a funny feeling at least one of those pipe dreams would come true.