][To Evil We Make Love][=][ ][ ][Y][Ville Valo][=][ ][ ][Y][Prologue][

Ville continued to rock out on stage and shot me protective glances now and then. I just smiled in return and danced along with the music. My heart was racing and my friends had taked the wise decision of sitting out for then next couple of songs. I decided to join them on the sofa while Ville and the guys continued with their set.
“How do you like your concet?” Amber asked.
“Oh it is amazing,” I said hugging her and Bex in turn.
“I see that your ok with Ville now,” Bex continued.
“Yeah, I am so happy. You have no idea,” I said, the last part more to myself, “tell me, do you think that I am going too fast with him?” I questioned.
“Bethy, only you can decide whather you are going too fast, yes the PDA gets a little more than PDA sometimes but you two have been waiting for each other for eight long years,” Bex said.
I sighed and just nodded in agreement. I had a lot to think about, I was really confused to whether or not I should be going this fast with Ville. I mean, yes he is the one man that treats me like I matter and that I am a crucial part of his survival. But I also think that maybe he could have changed in those years alone. Maybe he found new interests and that he is only back for my sake.
The music was still going strong and I heard my name said a few times.
“Bethany, would you care to join me on stage for a minute?” I could just tell that it was Ville’s deep baritone voice, through the screaming of female fans.
I got myself up and walked timidly out on the stage only to be greeted by roars and cheers from the crowd. I smiled thankfully and carried on twords Ville. His face was all smiles and he has a little sparkle in his eye. A little sparkle that had been missing from before. The little sparkle wasn’t about lust or just sex, it was the joy and happiness that radiated off of him.
His stature was more confident and yet more relaxed and his face told it all when he spoke. He looked like he had found his missing piece. I pictures that I had seen of him before, he was always so conservative with what he did and wore. Now, he stood on stage, his bracelet clearly on show and he was sitting on the little stage that housed the drum kit.
I smiled broadly and walked over to him, I stopped when I was in front of him and he offered me a seat on his knee. I sat down gladly like a little child would do when meeting Santa. He wrapped his left arm around my middle protectively and spoke to the adoring fans.
I wasn’t listening much and I just watched his beautiful face gleam and twinkle with the dramatic stage lights and the little beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. I kissed his cheek forno reason, but he carried on talking. Wolf whistles and shouts could be heard when I leaned my head on his shoulder and I blew on his ear gently. He was so ticklish there, and boy did I know it. He wafted his hand over his ear like he would do a fly andI giggled a bit. I didnt hold up there, I kept blowing and occasionally licked his ear lobe.
Eventually, with the little laughs from the audience dying down and the initial high of my presence on stage, he put the microphone down and tickled my sides persistently. The rest of the band laughed along with Ville’s enjoyment and I laughed at his feeble attempt to tickle me. I managed to grab some air and screamed for Amber and Bex to come and help me.
They ran out on stage and started tickling Ville, he was laughing and squirming and let up on me. I felt him stop completely and strted to lick his ear lobe again. He was laughing hard with three girls tickling him profusely and he gave up after a minute or so.
The crowd watched the spectacle on stage of their favourite lead singer getting a tickle attack by three random girls according to them. At first they were quite entertained but then got bored and just wanted more of the band. I sensed their restlessness and pulled Ville up from his seat and pushed him in front of the microphone.
I started to walk away when he grabbed my hand and spun me into his free arm.
“Not bad, eh?” he asked the crowd.
The cheered and I hid my red face in Ville shoulder.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him.
“You’ll see,” he whispered back.
I gave him a confused looke and he just continued to talk to the restless fans. I was in my own little world when I was awoken by a song being sung. But not any sort of Love Metal. Oh no.
“Happy birthday dear Bethany! Happy Birthday to you!” Ville sang into my ear softly. He kissed the tip of my ear and let me soak in the applause, “this song is for you, Bethy,” he spoke.
Ville walked over to his bandmates and whispered the song to them, they didn’t need telling though, they already knew. I was edging towards the side of the stage where I would be able to retreat and hide my embarrassement, but yet again, Ville grabbed my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist making sure that I wouldn’t go anywhere.
Burton gave aslight nod to Ville and started to play the riff that would carry on throught the whole song. Next, Gas started and I lifted my head and looked at Ville, he was smiling down at me and he leaned his head down and gave me a sweet kiss. The crowd roared loudly and he whispered in my ear.
“Hyvä syntymäpaiva, kulta,” I kissed him again and smiled at him talking in his native language, happy birthday, sweetheart. And a happy birthday it was as well.