In Joy and Sorrow [Ville Valo fan fic]

Chapter 2

They finally got to the street where Karen's friend’s pub was. There was some stagnant water by the road, close to the sidewalk, when unexpectedly a car coming from the dark at full speed threw it to their direction. Ville rapidly wrapped his arms around her, so she wouldn’t get wet than she already was. As soon as the car disappeared she looked up at Ville, who still was hugging her from behind for her protection, and they both started laughing. Water drops was falling from his hair and coat. Some of them on to her, so he quickly, still sweetly, pushed her aside.

“My hero.” She said to him, smiling, and then giggled a little at him. “Sorry.” She said with a concerned smile.

“No problem, sweetheart. I was already wet anyways.” He replied smiling, and shaking the water off of his hair.

“Come; let’s get inside to see if they have any towels or something for you to get dry.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the pub. He walked a little faster in front of her, and held the door open for her.

“After you, sweetheart.” He said, while extending his arm, giving her sign for her to walk into the pub.

“Thanks.” She said while blushing.

The pub was a medieval style, very unique. It had hardwood floor, which, on every step taken, it creaked right under the feet. Sometimes, the noise would be so hard, one could almost feel as if they were about to fall into the ground under the place. Wooden tables and chairs covered the room, some with people sitting in them, drinking and talking and laughing. On empty tables ceramic vases with flowers in it, romantically decorated them, some wilted, yet other ones still fresh as the morning. Hanging from the concrete walls, genuine oil lamps slightly enlightened the locale; while candles also spread all over the site, this one’s would remain unlit for they could ignite a fire. Finally, the last source of light came from the ceiling, where a big chandelier spider styled gave a really old fashioned aspect to the whole stead. The waiters were dressed as monks, so one could really feel like if they just had traveled back in time to the XIII century.

As both of them kept walking to the bar, Ville started taking off his wet coat to hang it on the rack along with his hat. They got to the bar and she leaned on it, asking to a somewhat chubby bartender -who was on his back cleaning a pot- if he had any towels there. As she asked him Ville came, and he sat down on a round stool.

“The only one here is this one, which I’m using. But there are some clean towels in our bathroom, you can use as many as you want honey.” The bartender said, still on his back. She nodded with the head to Ville, meaning that he could go to the bathroom.

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” He said, and started making his way to the bathroom.

She watched him as he took off to the bathroom. Just before he disappeared into a hallway he turned his head to look at her, and he caught her as she did the same. A big smile was drawing on his face, and she quickly looked away blushing.

“Hey, hey!” She desperately whispered to the bartender. He turned around to look at her while putting the pot on his place.

“What?” He asked worried.

“Did you see who I was with?” She said, still whispering.

“No, who is it?”

“It’s Vile Vallo!” She kept whispering excited.

He remained quiet for a few seconds, as he examined her expression. He leaned so he could take a better look at her.

“Yeah, right!” He went back as he smiled incredulously, not believing a word she was saying.