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SB/VM ... for now... AU [at last, i got it!]
Title: Truth
Author: maltkate22 a.k.a boromir's butt-ler hehehe :P
Paring/s: beanviggo, but in later chapters: monaboyd and orlijah
Part: 1/?
Disclaimer: RPS... and I hope that you know what this means right? So, no I don't know them. And if I do, I should have kissed Viggo a lot of times and seduced him to have a one night stand with Bean... HAHAHAH :)) [as if i can seduce him]. So don't sue. :) hehehe...
Rating: PG -13 for now.
Warning: FIRST TIME ALERT!!! yep, very very first time to post an RPS... and ALTERNATE UNIVERSE... or in short AU
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Summary: Happened in 1862 when corruption is open in teachers and the government. Sean has a Wine shop [and a pub] and Viggo's a Spanish teacher for orli, lij, billeh and dom.
Notes: thanks for my wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... and intelligent beta...sairalinde goes on her knees and bows in front of her You have my deepeest gratitude! I am in your debt and I'm of service to you...
And to think that i've posted and deleted this fic several times already... argh!
Ages:
Bean = 30
Dave = 27
Viggo = 31
Orli = 18
Elijah = 17
Billy = 18
Dom = 20
Karl = 33
Hugo = 40
Miranda = 25
Chapter 1
01 September 1862
The cold wind sweeps along the streets of Bristol, tracks of fresh blood along the sidewalk is visible. The lights are dim, making it harder for a person to walk along the way. A harsh breathing is heard, as this man clasped his hand on the walls of the street. He stumbled on a block that was lying on the sidewalk. He tried to run, but he was already loosing blood. His wound is deep on his shoulder, and there is a cut on his left leg. As he goes on further, his legs began to tremble, unsteadying him, and he then fell into the ground. He can still hear the rasps of breath from his executioner as it drew closer and closer.
“Please, sir! Spare me! I’ve got a family to feed and students to teach!” He held up his hand in pleading.
The killer, only dressed in black with a black hood and a scarf along his face, snickered and shook his head. “Filthy little creatures. You only bring misconduct amongst the government and the school! You deserve to die!”
He shook his head, as he clasped the murderer’s knees, “Please sir. Release me and I’ll pay you! A thousand fold, if you want! Anything you want!” the man gulped hard and continued, “I can even give you a position on the government! Do you want to be the General? I could tell it to the officers!”
The man in black slapped him on his cheeks, which made him fall to the ground, “Selfish bastards! You give people money and for what? For your position? For your self-satisfaction? Have you not even reckoned about the poor along the alleyways of Bristol? Or were you blinded by the powers of money? Indeed, you teach your students such great intellect, but you teach them corruption.”
The killer cocked his gun and aimed it on the man.
“Please, sir! I didn’t mean any harm!”
“Go. To. Hell.”
There was a loud bang, and the Man in Black had fled.
****
The people were gathering on a small street in Bristol, England. There had been another killing in the city. The body of the man was still warm, meaning that the incident had just happened more or less an hour ago.
“What would be the man’s name?” asked an English Officer, as he got his pencil and paper.
“It’s Mr. Martin Welch, sir. The teacher of Grammar and Spanish at Bristol Academy,” replied a rotund man, more or less his mid-thirties.
“Have you seen the culprit?”
The witness shook his head as the officer flipped open notebook, preparing to scribble every word that the witness would say, “No sir. I heard a gunshot, and then I fled here. Then I saw him sprawled on the ground, blood-spewing out from his shoulders and his head. ”
“Very well then,” the officer dismissed him and approached the body.
“Inspector, the people did not see the suspect.”
Inspector Karl Urban, the inspector in the city, kneeled down beside the still body, as he searched for clues. “ ’Tis the third person that has been slain, eh officer? It seems like the murderer has this wanton need of blood every week.”
The officer nods, “It seems it had been planned from the very beginning, Inspector.”
“Aye, your right,” He stood up and went past the officer, “Bring him to the morgue. I’ll be inspecting him there. Call Mr. Hugo, he’ll know what to do with the body.”
The officer salutes before running off to the Police Station. Karl searched more of the place, finding some tracks of the suspect. He followed the bloody tracks, but when he reached the next block, they were gone. “The man wants revenge.” He then went back to where the incident happened, thinking that he should talk to Officer Hugo more about the man’s intentions and next plan.
****
05 September 1862
9:00 am
It was a great Sunday morning, especially for Sean Bean who had just been told that he was one of the greatest wine dealers at the most famous pub in Bristol. He looked at the award he was given, shinning in gold and smiled inwardly, feeling contentment in his heart.
After three years in business, after all the hard work his parents had done , they finally gained recognition. He wanted to get an early start today, so he got his shop keys and got on his bike to go. Mr. Guffy, the bartender in his pub, had already called him to come. He passed along his street, smiling at the people, greeting them with a tip of his hat. He got a newspaper and tossed the newspaper boy a coin and placed the paper in his basket.
“ Morning, Bean!” exclaimed his best mate, Dave Wenham. They rode their bikes together every morning, telling stories of what happened the day before .
“Morning, mate! What happened yesterday?” he smiled at his friend as they slowed down.
“Aye, you will never guess,” Dave winked at him.
“Oh, does this concern your lovey-dovey, oh-so-sweet-and-beautiful…”
“Oi, cut that out!” Dave gave him a small punch on his arm, “Aye, it’s about Kate and we’re together now,” Dave blushed, swaying his bike as he smiled broader, “It’s fascinating, Bean. When she kissed me on my cheeks, it was like I’m floating to the heavens above…”
Bean scowled, “Ok, ok. I got your point, Dave.” He chuckled, at least his best mate is happy. “So you’ve got a date?”
Dave nodded. “We’ll be at your pub, for dinner. I really can’t afford Liv’s restaurant.”
“Oh, but I don’t have any menu for dinner, Dave. You know that I’m only for beers and wine and some knickers. No rice, no meals…”
“It’ll be fine! I’ll ask Miranda to come and help you.”
Sean sighed and shrugged. “Whatever you like, but you know there’s a price.”
“I know,” Dave smiled, “That’s why I want it in your pub. It’s cheaper. Here,” he threw something at Bean, and peddled his bike faster. Sean caught it by his hand. “Salutations for being the best dealer!”
Sean laughed heartily, his voice booming along the street. Yes, it is a fine day, indeed.
****
“Morning, Sir Bean!” greeted Mr. Guffy as he tipped his hat.
Sean smiled at the man, “Morning to you, Sir Guffy. How’s your day?” He got his keys from his pocket and opened his shop.
“Aye, I am very well, sir. Now that we’re one of the most famous pubs on Bristol…”
Sean chuckled, “Sensing a raise are you?” He entered the pub and went towards the back of the bar.
Guffy followed, eyes glistening in delight, “It would be much appreciated, sir!”
Sean laughed as he entered his room, “Ok, Sir Guffy. We’ll be having a raise.”
Guffy almost leaped in glee as he bowed his head several times, “Thank you sir, thank very much!”
“Ok, ok…enough of the bowing. You best be getting to it. People might be coming soon,” Sean smiled at the man who instantly went to the bar and started cleaning.
Bean was already skimming everything in the place. This is his dream, his goal since the day his parents gave him authority over the pub. He loves his job very much; bringing drinks, informing people about wines, giving them samples…What’s much more interesting is he gets to know more about his customers , learning their lifestyle, and their outlook in life. Interacting with his customers is very informative, learning more about the ups and downs of real life. He is grateful for his customers , especially the four people coming inside his pub.
The bell rang from the door of the pub. He went out from his office and into the bar. Mr. Guffy was now laughing at the four students, who were mischievously teasing one of them.
“You cheated!” Elijah exclaimed, pushing Orlando.
Orlando laughed, “I did not! ‘Twas you who were clumsy enough to leave your bike locked to the light post!”
Dom, Elijah’s cousin, stopped them both from arguing, “Oi, stop it, will ye? ‘Tis irritating. And ‘tis not courteous to Bean. It’s very early and you both are already arguing and INSIDE his pub.”
“Aye, he’s right, ye boys. Stop this nonsense and sit down,” Mr. Guffy added, putting down his glass. The other waiters and waitresses in the pub entered the room, all greeting them.
Bean smiled. This is definitely the life.
“Oh, there’s Bean already!” exclaimed Billy.
“Morning boys!” Bean moved out from the bar and sat on the table where the boys sat. “Milk?”
Sean looked over the four boys. His pub had been the place where they usually meet whenever they had no classes or after their classes. He started to look at Dominic, the oldest and the wisest of the group. He is the first cousin of Elijah, the youngest. Dominic is a little stout, well, him and Elijah are both small, but he has the mind of an adult. Beside Dominic is Elijah, who is the most intelligent of them. He excels in his subjects, - one of the honors of his class, and being intelligent, he’s always the one who would be teased most. Beside him was Orlando, the prankster, or should he say, the center of all attention. He doesn’t flunk in any of his subjects, but Elijah would say he passed because of his charms. Orlando was the adventurer always curious, and not the least of which, spoiled. He was what one would consider a rich kid, being the only child of Mr. Hugo Weaving and Cate Blanchett-Weaving. Billy, the boy on his right, is the shyest and most humble of the group. He is the average boy on the block, no real specialty inside or out, well, besides the accent. His father and mother are actually Scottish, but then decided to Migrate to Britain.
They all smiled as Guffy got four glasses of milk and handed them to Bean, “So what’s the fuss? New girls…”
“Actually,” Orli gulped his milk, “we have a new teacher. Hot, I tell you. Broad chest, great eyes…”
“Not to mention great black hair,” added Dom as they both chuckled.
“The new Spanish Teacher? Its Viggo Mortensen, isn’t it?” asked Bean as he also got his milk from Guffy.
Elijah nodded as he also took a drink , “He’s a cool guy, rather than Mr. Welch…he always gave plenty of homework. A three page essay!”
“And gave us lashings whenever we didn’t do our assignments!” Billy said while cupping his glass.
“Anyway,” Orli then said, “what wine are you going to taste test today, Senor Bean?”
Bean smiled at Orlando, “Thought you’d never ask.”
***
As Bean was showing the imported wines delivered just yesterday, the first costumer came in, carrying a briefcase. His waiter assisted the man, which lead him near the glass window, looking over the city street. Dom was distracted, and turned to face the man.
“It’s Senor Viggo!” Dom raised his voice as he ran over the man.
All of them turned their heads toward Viggo. Orli followed Dom as the two walked and greeted the man. The boys were right, he was gorgeous, definitely one who would make the girls swoon.
Bean fixed his eyes on the face, a bit old, more or less the same age as himself. He had a lean body, has a long, dark honey color hair and eyes. Bean noted Viggo’s graceful movements as he laughed and talked with the boys. He seems to be good at bending, too. Not that he mind, it’s more of an advantage.
“Buena mañana a usted, Dominic,” replied Viggo as his put his hand on Dom shoulder.
“¿Cómo está usted hoy?” Elijah bowed his head.
“Aye, muy bien, Senor Wood.”
Orlando scratched his head in confusion, “I know that I haven’t been studying, so please speak English.”
They all laughed as Bean walked towards the group, Orlando saw him and decided to introduce both, “Sir Mortensen, this is Mr. Sean Bean, the keeper of the famous pub here in Britian.”
They both shook hands, and then Bean realized that he has this...thing about him. As if something was drawing him toward the man. Maybe because he is charming with that great smile across his face. “It’s nice to know and actually meet you, Sir Bean. The townsfolk usually say that I should visit this place. They say it is known for its great stocks of wine, and humble men.”
“Thanks for the praises, Sir Mortensen. Its also a pleasure to meet the Spanish teacher of my little friends. They have also talked about you quite highly.”
Viggo almost blushed at the comment. The boys were already whispering, as if something had just clicked. Seems like Mr. Mortensen and Mr. Bean would not let this meeting pass with just introductions.
“Why don’t I show you some of the wines? The boys are having a taste test, and I could also give you a free bottle of wine, if you want to,” Sean offered him a sit where the glasses of wines were left.
The boys cleared their throat, as to let the two older men know their presence. “Ah, if we may be rude, we would like to excuse ourselves to go out and...” Dom elbowed Orli, “and...fly a kite in the park.”
Both men raised their brow, “You’re not going to finish the test?”
Billy then spoke, “We decided that we need some more quality time together. We have been too focused on our projects lately...so..”
Mortensen got up from his feet, “You should be sitting here and continuing what you’ve started.”
“But you could finish it for us, right sir?” Elijah blurted out. The three nodded in agreement.
****
After some debate [and Elijah’s convincing powers], Viggo was now sitting with Sean, testing the various wines while the other man explained to him the wine’s attributes. They both chatted about their life, their jobs, the boys and the wines. Viggo had a brief knowledge about wines, Sean noted, since he did study in Spain. He knows some of the kinds of wines, naming them at ease. Sean was really astounded; he never knew that Viggo was really that knowledgable. He had also known that Viggo was a good man; he made many sacrifices just to sustain his family’s needs.
Viggo, in his side, thought that Sean was very good at handling his job, being the owner of this pub. He really liked wine, since the nobility of Spain usually base their statuses with things, and wine is one of them. He also knew a little Spanish, since he has dealers in that country. At the same time, he admired Sean’s profoundness about life. He knows his goals and he has a sense of direction. He also admired Sean’s positive thinking, knowing that his parents died and left all the responsibility of the pub to him. Actually, he like everything about Sean.
“So,” Viggo said after a shot, “how long have you been staying here in Bristol?”
“Since I was a child. My parents established this pub seven years back,” replied Bean as he refilled Viggo’s glass with a different wine, “What about you? How long have you been here?”
“About three years. It took me three years just to apply for my job,” Viggo swallowed the last bit of wine Bean was offering him. “What’s this drink? It’s delicious!”
“It’s a Rhine wine. It came from Traiminer grapes. The grape’s bluish in hue,” He gathered the rest of the bottles of the wine and gave it to one of the waiters. “The people should be going in here now. It’s almost 10:00.” He stood up from his place as he grabbed Viggo’s hand, “Come, I’m going to show you something.”
Bean lead Viggo into his office, then to a secret door which lead to the basement, “This is where we keep our treasured wines.” He opened and lit the gas lamp as they decended , and when they reached the basement, Viggo’s eyes widened.
“Is this.. your collection?” Bean smiled as Viggo looked around the room. It was neat and tidy, no cobwebs or dust. It seems like Sean was maintaining the place pretty well. But what really strucked Viggo was the huge lines of different wines, each placed on a wine rack. He looked at one of the bottles , and it seemed to have been there for almost 10 years. As he went on further, skimming each wine label, he then realized that these wines were expensive, might have been bought out from different parts of the country. There are almost 100 different brands of wine, and it amazes him that Sean had collected them all. “I never thought that you were a big wine enthusiast! I thought you just know wines because you are inline with the wine business!”
Sean smiled at Viggo as he held his head a little higher, “I am a wine entusiast. We once owned a vineyard. Ever since then, I started to dream about having all the wines in the world.”
“Well, you have reached your dream, eh?” Viggo chuckled as he walked towards Sean. Sean had already retrieved two glasses from the small shelf under the stairs and opened one bottle of Champagne. He poured a glass for each, and gave the other glass to Viggo. “Taste this. This is one of my favorite champagnes.”
Viggo shook his head, “I don’t think I would accept that, Sean. It is precious to you..”
Sean cut him off by taking his hand and placing the glass on Viggo’s hand. “Take it, and let’s cheer for...us. For our new found friendship. I’ve also done it with the boys, it’s unfair if I didn’t give this initiation to you.”
With no other choice, Viggo took the glass and smelled the wine, “It smells wonderful.”
“That’s why I love this so much,” he raised his glass and smiled at Viggo, “Cheers, for our new found friendship. May it last long por siempre.” And new found love, Sean thought.
Viggo smiled, “Por siempre.” They both toasted and drank their champagne, their eyes meeting and not averting.
***
Time seemed to pass as they talked more about almost everything, from ships to flowers, from their hobbies and past life, except their love life. Viggo doesn’t want to think about it; Sean might call him a sissy since he never really courted any girls in his journey. He was too busy in his teaching and he usually travels a lot. He never belived in long distance relationships Sean, on the other hand, had plenty of relationships in his past. He even bedded them for a night, but it would end up the following day. It is his weakness, maybe that’s why he had already given up loving for a while. But he never thought he would have this inking towards Viggo, especially thinking that he’s a man. He would never deny his feelings, but it’s still not right. Even so, it is would be a a thrill if he knew that Viggo also had the same attraction toward him.
They talked on Sean’s office; thinking that they would have more privacy. Soon time had passed and at 3:00 pm Guffy knocked at the door.
“Sir Bean, Ms. Miranda is waiting.”
Bean almost jumped from his seat as he glaced over his watch, “Oh! ...I’ve completely forgotten!”
“Your girlfriend?” asked Viggo as he tried to sound not too disappointed. Unfortunately, Sean heard it. Then, an idea strucked him.
He shook his head and smiled, “No, not my girlfriend. Miranda is David’s sister and she’s going to help me prepare a special event.”
“Oh,” Viggo replied, looking down, “Maybe it’s your wedding anniversary?”
Sean laughed, “No, no...Actually, I don’t have any wife.” Viggo sighed in relief. “Dave’s my bestfriend and he has a date tonight. He can’t afford the restaurant across the street, that’s why he choose my place. Miranda’s going to help me cook, actually.”
“Maybe I could help.”
“You sure?” Sean was already smiling, he is getting the bait. “Do you have time? I might be taking up your girlfriend’s time.”
Viggo shook his head. “I—also don’t have any girlfriend. I also had some culinary skills, if that can help.”
‘Great!’ thought Sean as his smiled broadens. “I’ll tell Miranda right away.”
***
The night turned out, Sean closed his pub, to some customers disappointment, and prepared the place for Dave. Viggo was with Miranda already, and they were both getting along. Not that Sean was jealous; he just knew that Viggo’s already in his bait. A little more tug and he’ll get his fish.
Dave and Kate had already entered the pub, and Sean welcomed them, leading them into the center of the place. There was a small table, enough for two, a candelabra on the center of the table. A boquet of roses placed on the right side of the table. The utensils were arranged properly, and a bucket of cold wine was also placed on a small table near it. Dave whispered thanks to Bean as they both sat and waited for the food. Bean left, he had done his duty. It was time to focus on the other.
***
Miranda and Viggo finished cooking already, and Guffy was already serving the food to Dave and Kate.
“Guess I’m off now,” Miranda said while taking off her apron, “I hope my brother’s doing it fine. I seldom see him do these things correctly.”
Bean smiled, “I’m sure he’s alright Miranda.”
“Anyway,” she curtseied to Bean and then Viggo, “Thanks for the help, especially you, Mr. Viggo. I am honored to meet you.”
Viggo bowed down and took Miranda’s hand, “And I you, Ms. Miranda.” He kissed it lightly, sending Miranda’s eyelashes to fluttering.
Bean was already supressing his jealousy over Miranda, ‘NO...Bean. Stop thinking about it. Viggo’s your fish. He’s just being courteous. Being a gentleman.’
Miranda released his hand as she got her bag, “I also want to thank you Sean. Without you, Dave will find it hard to look for a decent restaurant that would offer more.” To his surprise, Miranda kiss him on his cheeks. “Goodbye now, Sean, Mr. Mortensen.”
As he stared at the door where Miranda left, Viggo was already chuckling, “She does like you, Sean. She told me while we were cooking.”
Sean was still dumbfounded, Viggo clasped his hand over Sean’s shoulders. “Are you ok, Sean? Seems like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“It’s just that I never knew she likes me. I thought she liked you.”
“She just met me, Sean.”
“Well, for some people, when they meet someone for the first time, they usually feel the attachment.”
Sean shouldn’t have said that. I knew he shouldn’t have said that. It’s just like giving the obvious to the clueless.
“Oh well,” Viggo said, while getting his things, “I reckon I should be going. Principal Kenley told me to meet him tomorrow at seven o’clock.”
“Well...If that’s the case then,” He opened the door for Viggo as Viggo stepped outside. “It’s been nice meeting you Sean. I—really enjoyed your company.”
“I also did, Viggo,” he replied, feeling uneasiness. “Well then, I’ll just see you after tomorrow?”
It sounded like an invitation, Viggo thought and he smied. “Sure.”
“Um, can I have your address? Maybe I could just visit you then.”
Viggo got his pencil from his pocket and a small paper from his pocket and scribbled his address and gave it to Sean. “See me at eight. I’ll be cooking you breakfast.”
Sean smiled as he got the paper, “Sounds wonderfull.”
Viggo smiled back. “Thanks for everything, Sean.” Viggo tipped his hat and went on his way.
Sean watched Viggo move out from the street, as he held the paper tightly. After seeing that Viggo was out of sight, he yelped in happiness, not too loud, and looked down at the paper. “This is a start of my wonder life, aye it would be!”
Buena mañana a usted – Good morning to you too
¿Cómo está usted hoy? – How are you?
muy bien – fine, great!
Senor – Sir, Mister
Por siempre - forever
Author: maltkate22 a.k.a boromir's butt-ler hehehe :P
Paring/s: beanviggo, but in later chapters: monaboyd and orlijah
Part: 1/?
Disclaimer: RPS... and I hope that you know what this means right? So, no I don't know them. And if I do, I should have kissed Viggo a lot of times and seduced him to have a one night stand with Bean... HAHAHAH :)) [as if i can seduce him]. So don't sue. :) hehehe...
Rating: PG -13 for now.
Warning: FIRST TIME ALERT!!! yep, very very first time to post an RPS... and ALTERNATE UNIVERSE... or in short AU
Archive:
rugbytackle, fellow_shippers, been_squee anything else, please tell me... :)Feedback: ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease!! This is actually my first time to write a good fiction... and to use a beta.... SO PLEAASSSEEE!!!!! feedback!! hehehe :P
Livejournal: http://www.livejounal.com/users/maltkate22
Summary: Happened in 1862 when corruption is open in teachers and the government. Sean has a Wine shop [and a pub] and Viggo's a Spanish teacher for orli, lij, billeh and dom.
Notes: thanks for my wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... and intelligent beta...
sairalinde goes on her knees and bows in front of her You have my deepeest gratitude! I am in your debt and I'm of service to you...And to think that i've posted and deleted this fic several times already... argh!
Ages:
Bean = 30
Dave = 27
Viggo = 31
Orli = 18
Elijah = 17
Billy = 18
Dom = 20
Karl = 33
Hugo = 40
Miranda = 25
Chapter 1
01 September 1862
The cold wind sweeps along the streets of Bristol, tracks of fresh blood along the sidewalk is visible. The lights are dim, making it harder for a person to walk along the way. A harsh breathing is heard, as this man clasped his hand on the walls of the street. He stumbled on a block that was lying on the sidewalk. He tried to run, but he was already loosing blood. His wound is deep on his shoulder, and there is a cut on his left leg. As he goes on further, his legs began to tremble, unsteadying him, and he then fell into the ground. He can still hear the rasps of breath from his executioner as it drew closer and closer.
“Please, sir! Spare me! I’ve got a family to feed and students to teach!” He held up his hand in pleading.
The killer, only dressed in black with a black hood and a scarf along his face, snickered and shook his head. “Filthy little creatures. You only bring misconduct amongst the government and the school! You deserve to die!”
He shook his head, as he clasped the murderer’s knees, “Please sir. Release me and I’ll pay you! A thousand fold, if you want! Anything you want!” the man gulped hard and continued, “I can even give you a position on the government! Do you want to be the General? I could tell it to the officers!”
The man in black slapped him on his cheeks, which made him fall to the ground, “Selfish bastards! You give people money and for what? For your position? For your self-satisfaction? Have you not even reckoned about the poor along the alleyways of Bristol? Or were you blinded by the powers of money? Indeed, you teach your students such great intellect, but you teach them corruption.”
The killer cocked his gun and aimed it on the man.
“Please, sir! I didn’t mean any harm!”
“Go. To. Hell.”
There was a loud bang, and the Man in Black had fled.
****
The people were gathering on a small street in Bristol, England. There had been another killing in the city. The body of the man was still warm, meaning that the incident had just happened more or less an hour ago.
“What would be the man’s name?” asked an English Officer, as he got his pencil and paper.
“It’s Mr. Martin Welch, sir. The teacher of Grammar and Spanish at Bristol Academy,” replied a rotund man, more or less his mid-thirties.
“Have you seen the culprit?”
The witness shook his head as the officer flipped open notebook, preparing to scribble every word that the witness would say, “No sir. I heard a gunshot, and then I fled here. Then I saw him sprawled on the ground, blood-spewing out from his shoulders and his head. ”
“Very well then,” the officer dismissed him and approached the body.
“Inspector, the people did not see the suspect.”
Inspector Karl Urban, the inspector in the city, kneeled down beside the still body, as he searched for clues. “ ’Tis the third person that has been slain, eh officer? It seems like the murderer has this wanton need of blood every week.”
The officer nods, “It seems it had been planned from the very beginning, Inspector.”
“Aye, your right,” He stood up and went past the officer, “Bring him to the morgue. I’ll be inspecting him there. Call Mr. Hugo, he’ll know what to do with the body.”
The officer salutes before running off to the Police Station. Karl searched more of the place, finding some tracks of the suspect. He followed the bloody tracks, but when he reached the next block, they were gone. “The man wants revenge.” He then went back to where the incident happened, thinking that he should talk to Officer Hugo more about the man’s intentions and next plan.
****
05 September 1862
9:00 am
It was a great Sunday morning, especially for Sean Bean who had just been told that he was one of the greatest wine dealers at the most famous pub in Bristol. He looked at the award he was given, shinning in gold and smiled inwardly, feeling contentment in his heart.
After three years in business, after all the hard work his parents had done , they finally gained recognition. He wanted to get an early start today, so he got his shop keys and got on his bike to go. Mr. Guffy, the bartender in his pub, had already called him to come. He passed along his street, smiling at the people, greeting them with a tip of his hat. He got a newspaper and tossed the newspaper boy a coin and placed the paper in his basket.
“ Morning, Bean!” exclaimed his best mate, Dave Wenham. They rode their bikes together every morning, telling stories of what happened the day before .
“Morning, mate! What happened yesterday?” he smiled at his friend as they slowed down.
“Aye, you will never guess,” Dave winked at him.
“Oh, does this concern your lovey-dovey, oh-so-sweet-and-beautiful…”
“Oi, cut that out!” Dave gave him a small punch on his arm, “Aye, it’s about Kate and we’re together now,” Dave blushed, swaying his bike as he smiled broader, “It’s fascinating, Bean. When she kissed me on my cheeks, it was like I’m floating to the heavens above…”
Bean scowled, “Ok, ok. I got your point, Dave.” He chuckled, at least his best mate is happy. “So you’ve got a date?”
Dave nodded. “We’ll be at your pub, for dinner. I really can’t afford Liv’s restaurant.”
“Oh, but I don’t have any menu for dinner, Dave. You know that I’m only for beers and wine and some knickers. No rice, no meals…”
“It’ll be fine! I’ll ask Miranda to come and help you.”
Sean sighed and shrugged. “Whatever you like, but you know there’s a price.”
“I know,” Dave smiled, “That’s why I want it in your pub. It’s cheaper. Here,” he threw something at Bean, and peddled his bike faster. Sean caught it by his hand. “Salutations for being the best dealer!”
Sean laughed heartily, his voice booming along the street. Yes, it is a fine day, indeed.
****
“Morning, Sir Bean!” greeted Mr. Guffy as he tipped his hat.
Sean smiled at the man, “Morning to you, Sir Guffy. How’s your day?” He got his keys from his pocket and opened his shop.
“Aye, I am very well, sir. Now that we’re one of the most famous pubs on Bristol…”
Sean chuckled, “Sensing a raise are you?” He entered the pub and went towards the back of the bar.
Guffy followed, eyes glistening in delight, “It would be much appreciated, sir!”
Sean laughed as he entered his room, “Ok, Sir Guffy. We’ll be having a raise.”
Guffy almost leaped in glee as he bowed his head several times, “Thank you sir, thank very much!”
“Ok, ok…enough of the bowing. You best be getting to it. People might be coming soon,” Sean smiled at the man who instantly went to the bar and started cleaning.
Bean was already skimming everything in the place. This is his dream, his goal since the day his parents gave him authority over the pub. He loves his job very much; bringing drinks, informing people about wines, giving them samples…What’s much more interesting is he gets to know more about his customers , learning their lifestyle, and their outlook in life. Interacting with his customers is very informative, learning more about the ups and downs of real life. He is grateful for his customers , especially the four people coming inside his pub.
The bell rang from the door of the pub. He went out from his office and into the bar. Mr. Guffy was now laughing at the four students, who were mischievously teasing one of them.
“You cheated!” Elijah exclaimed, pushing Orlando.
Orlando laughed, “I did not! ‘Twas you who were clumsy enough to leave your bike locked to the light post!”
Dom, Elijah’s cousin, stopped them both from arguing, “Oi, stop it, will ye? ‘Tis irritating. And ‘tis not courteous to Bean. It’s very early and you both are already arguing and INSIDE his pub.”
“Aye, he’s right, ye boys. Stop this nonsense and sit down,” Mr. Guffy added, putting down his glass. The other waiters and waitresses in the pub entered the room, all greeting them.
Bean smiled. This is definitely the life.
“Oh, there’s Bean already!” exclaimed Billy.
“Morning boys!” Bean moved out from the bar and sat on the table where the boys sat. “Milk?”
Sean looked over the four boys. His pub had been the place where they usually meet whenever they had no classes or after their classes. He started to look at Dominic, the oldest and the wisest of the group. He is the first cousin of Elijah, the youngest. Dominic is a little stout, well, him and Elijah are both small, but he has the mind of an adult. Beside Dominic is Elijah, who is the most intelligent of them. He excels in his subjects, - one of the honors of his class, and being intelligent, he’s always the one who would be teased most. Beside him was Orlando, the prankster, or should he say, the center of all attention. He doesn’t flunk in any of his subjects, but Elijah would say he passed because of his charms. Orlando was the adventurer always curious, and not the least of which, spoiled. He was what one would consider a rich kid, being the only child of Mr. Hugo Weaving and Cate Blanchett-Weaving. Billy, the boy on his right, is the shyest and most humble of the group. He is the average boy on the block, no real specialty inside or out, well, besides the accent. His father and mother are actually Scottish, but then decided to Migrate to Britain.
They all smiled as Guffy got four glasses of milk and handed them to Bean, “So what’s the fuss? New girls…”
“Actually,” Orli gulped his milk, “we have a new teacher. Hot, I tell you. Broad chest, great eyes…”
“Not to mention great black hair,” added Dom as they both chuckled.
“The new Spanish Teacher? Its Viggo Mortensen, isn’t it?” asked Bean as he also got his milk from Guffy.
Elijah nodded as he also took a drink , “He’s a cool guy, rather than Mr. Welch…he always gave plenty of homework. A three page essay!”
“And gave us lashings whenever we didn’t do our assignments!” Billy said while cupping his glass.
“Anyway,” Orli then said, “what wine are you going to taste test today, Senor Bean?”
Bean smiled at Orlando, “Thought you’d never ask.”
***
As Bean was showing the imported wines delivered just yesterday, the first costumer came in, carrying a briefcase. His waiter assisted the man, which lead him near the glass window, looking over the city street. Dom was distracted, and turned to face the man.
“It’s Senor Viggo!” Dom raised his voice as he ran over the man.
All of them turned their heads toward Viggo. Orli followed Dom as the two walked and greeted the man. The boys were right, he was gorgeous, definitely one who would make the girls swoon.
Bean fixed his eyes on the face, a bit old, more or less the same age as himself. He had a lean body, has a long, dark honey color hair and eyes. Bean noted Viggo’s graceful movements as he laughed and talked with the boys. He seems to be good at bending, too. Not that he mind, it’s more of an advantage.
“Buena mañana a usted, Dominic,” replied Viggo as his put his hand on Dom shoulder.
“¿Cómo está usted hoy?” Elijah bowed his head.
“Aye, muy bien, Senor Wood.”
Orlando scratched his head in confusion, “I know that I haven’t been studying, so please speak English.”
They all laughed as Bean walked towards the group, Orlando saw him and decided to introduce both, “Sir Mortensen, this is Mr. Sean Bean, the keeper of the famous pub here in Britian.”
They both shook hands, and then Bean realized that he has this...thing about him. As if something was drawing him toward the man. Maybe because he is charming with that great smile across his face. “It’s nice to know and actually meet you, Sir Bean. The townsfolk usually say that I should visit this place. They say it is known for its great stocks of wine, and humble men.”
“Thanks for the praises, Sir Mortensen. Its also a pleasure to meet the Spanish teacher of my little friends. They have also talked about you quite highly.”
Viggo almost blushed at the comment. The boys were already whispering, as if something had just clicked. Seems like Mr. Mortensen and Mr. Bean would not let this meeting pass with just introductions.
“Why don’t I show you some of the wines? The boys are having a taste test, and I could also give you a free bottle of wine, if you want to,” Sean offered him a sit where the glasses of wines were left.
The boys cleared their throat, as to let the two older men know their presence. “Ah, if we may be rude, we would like to excuse ourselves to go out and...” Dom elbowed Orli, “and...fly a kite in the park.”
Both men raised their brow, “You’re not going to finish the test?”
Billy then spoke, “We decided that we need some more quality time together. We have been too focused on our projects lately...so..”
Mortensen got up from his feet, “You should be sitting here and continuing what you’ve started.”
“But you could finish it for us, right sir?” Elijah blurted out. The three nodded in agreement.
****
After some debate [and Elijah’s convincing powers], Viggo was now sitting with Sean, testing the various wines while the other man explained to him the wine’s attributes. They both chatted about their life, their jobs, the boys and the wines. Viggo had a brief knowledge about wines, Sean noted, since he did study in Spain. He knows some of the kinds of wines, naming them at ease. Sean was really astounded; he never knew that Viggo was really that knowledgable. He had also known that Viggo was a good man; he made many sacrifices just to sustain his family’s needs.
Viggo, in his side, thought that Sean was very good at handling his job, being the owner of this pub. He really liked wine, since the nobility of Spain usually base their statuses with things, and wine is one of them. He also knew a little Spanish, since he has dealers in that country. At the same time, he admired Sean’s profoundness about life. He knows his goals and he has a sense of direction. He also admired Sean’s positive thinking, knowing that his parents died and left all the responsibility of the pub to him. Actually, he like everything about Sean.
“So,” Viggo said after a shot, “how long have you been staying here in Bristol?”
“Since I was a child. My parents established this pub seven years back,” replied Bean as he refilled Viggo’s glass with a different wine, “What about you? How long have you been here?”
“About three years. It took me three years just to apply for my job,” Viggo swallowed the last bit of wine Bean was offering him. “What’s this drink? It’s delicious!”
“It’s a Rhine wine. It came from Traiminer grapes. The grape’s bluish in hue,” He gathered the rest of the bottles of the wine and gave it to one of the waiters. “The people should be going in here now. It’s almost 10:00.” He stood up from his place as he grabbed Viggo’s hand, “Come, I’m going to show you something.”
Bean lead Viggo into his office, then to a secret door which lead to the basement, “This is where we keep our treasured wines.” He opened and lit the gas lamp as they decended , and when they reached the basement, Viggo’s eyes widened.
“Is this.. your collection?” Bean smiled as Viggo looked around the room. It was neat and tidy, no cobwebs or dust. It seems like Sean was maintaining the place pretty well. But what really strucked Viggo was the huge lines of different wines, each placed on a wine rack. He looked at one of the bottles , and it seemed to have been there for almost 10 years. As he went on further, skimming each wine label, he then realized that these wines were expensive, might have been bought out from different parts of the country. There are almost 100 different brands of wine, and it amazes him that Sean had collected them all. “I never thought that you were a big wine enthusiast! I thought you just know wines because you are inline with the wine business!”
Sean smiled at Viggo as he held his head a little higher, “I am a wine entusiast. We once owned a vineyard. Ever since then, I started to dream about having all the wines in the world.”
“Well, you have reached your dream, eh?” Viggo chuckled as he walked towards Sean. Sean had already retrieved two glasses from the small shelf under the stairs and opened one bottle of Champagne. He poured a glass for each, and gave the other glass to Viggo. “Taste this. This is one of my favorite champagnes.”
Viggo shook his head, “I don’t think I would accept that, Sean. It is precious to you..”
Sean cut him off by taking his hand and placing the glass on Viggo’s hand. “Take it, and let’s cheer for...us. For our new found friendship. I’ve also done it with the boys, it’s unfair if I didn’t give this initiation to you.”
With no other choice, Viggo took the glass and smelled the wine, “It smells wonderful.”
“That’s why I love this so much,” he raised his glass and smiled at Viggo, “Cheers, for our new found friendship. May it last long por siempre.” And new found love, Sean thought.
Viggo smiled, “Por siempre.” They both toasted and drank their champagne, their eyes meeting and not averting.
***
Time seemed to pass as they talked more about almost everything, from ships to flowers, from their hobbies and past life, except their love life. Viggo doesn’t want to think about it; Sean might call him a sissy since he never really courted any girls in his journey. He was too busy in his teaching and he usually travels a lot. He never belived in long distance relationships Sean, on the other hand, had plenty of relationships in his past. He even bedded them for a night, but it would end up the following day. It is his weakness, maybe that’s why he had already given up loving for a while. But he never thought he would have this inking towards Viggo, especially thinking that he’s a man. He would never deny his feelings, but it’s still not right. Even so, it is would be a a thrill if he knew that Viggo also had the same attraction toward him.
They talked on Sean’s office; thinking that they would have more privacy. Soon time had passed and at 3:00 pm Guffy knocked at the door.
“Sir Bean, Ms. Miranda is waiting.”
Bean almost jumped from his seat as he glaced over his watch, “Oh! ...I’ve completely forgotten!”
“Your girlfriend?” asked Viggo as he tried to sound not too disappointed. Unfortunately, Sean heard it. Then, an idea strucked him.
He shook his head and smiled, “No, not my girlfriend. Miranda is David’s sister and she’s going to help me prepare a special event.”
“Oh,” Viggo replied, looking down, “Maybe it’s your wedding anniversary?”
Sean laughed, “No, no...Actually, I don’t have any wife.” Viggo sighed in relief. “Dave’s my bestfriend and he has a date tonight. He can’t afford the restaurant across the street, that’s why he choose my place. Miranda’s going to help me cook, actually.”
“Maybe I could help.”
“You sure?” Sean was already smiling, he is getting the bait. “Do you have time? I might be taking up your girlfriend’s time.”
Viggo shook his head. “I—also don’t have any girlfriend. I also had some culinary skills, if that can help.”
‘Great!’ thought Sean as his smiled broadens. “I’ll tell Miranda right away.”
***
The night turned out, Sean closed his pub, to some customers disappointment, and prepared the place for Dave. Viggo was with Miranda already, and they were both getting along. Not that Sean was jealous; he just knew that Viggo’s already in his bait. A little more tug and he’ll get his fish.
Dave and Kate had already entered the pub, and Sean welcomed them, leading them into the center of the place. There was a small table, enough for two, a candelabra on the center of the table. A boquet of roses placed on the right side of the table. The utensils were arranged properly, and a bucket of cold wine was also placed on a small table near it. Dave whispered thanks to Bean as they both sat and waited for the food. Bean left, he had done his duty. It was time to focus on the other.
***
Miranda and Viggo finished cooking already, and Guffy was already serving the food to Dave and Kate.
“Guess I’m off now,” Miranda said while taking off her apron, “I hope my brother’s doing it fine. I seldom see him do these things correctly.”
Bean smiled, “I’m sure he’s alright Miranda.”
“Anyway,” she curtseied to Bean and then Viggo, “Thanks for the help, especially you, Mr. Viggo. I am honored to meet you.”
Viggo bowed down and took Miranda’s hand, “And I you, Ms. Miranda.” He kissed it lightly, sending Miranda’s eyelashes to fluttering.
Bean was already supressing his jealousy over Miranda, ‘NO...Bean. Stop thinking about it. Viggo’s your fish. He’s just being courteous. Being a gentleman.’
Miranda released his hand as she got her bag, “I also want to thank you Sean. Without you, Dave will find it hard to look for a decent restaurant that would offer more.” To his surprise, Miranda kiss him on his cheeks. “Goodbye now, Sean, Mr. Mortensen.”
As he stared at the door where Miranda left, Viggo was already chuckling, “She does like you, Sean. She told me while we were cooking.”
Sean was still dumbfounded, Viggo clasped his hand over Sean’s shoulders. “Are you ok, Sean? Seems like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“It’s just that I never knew she likes me. I thought she liked you.”
“She just met me, Sean.”
“Well, for some people, when they meet someone for the first time, they usually feel the attachment.”
Sean shouldn’t have said that. I knew he shouldn’t have said that. It’s just like giving the obvious to the clueless.
“Oh well,” Viggo said, while getting his things, “I reckon I should be going. Principal Kenley told me to meet him tomorrow at seven o’clock.”
“Well...If that’s the case then,” He opened the door for Viggo as Viggo stepped outside. “It’s been nice meeting you Sean. I—really enjoyed your company.”
“I also did, Viggo,” he replied, feeling uneasiness. “Well then, I’ll just see you after tomorrow?”
It sounded like an invitation, Viggo thought and he smied. “Sure.”
“Um, can I have your address? Maybe I could just visit you then.”
Viggo got his pencil from his pocket and a small paper from his pocket and scribbled his address and gave it to Sean. “See me at eight. I’ll be cooking you breakfast.”
Sean smiled as he got the paper, “Sounds wonderfull.”
Viggo smiled back. “Thanks for everything, Sean.” Viggo tipped his hat and went on his way.
Sean watched Viggo move out from the street, as he held the paper tightly. After seeing that Viggo was out of sight, he yelped in happiness, not too loud, and looked down at the paper. “This is a start of my wonder life, aye it would be!”
Buena mañana a usted – Good morning to you too
¿Cómo está usted hoy? – How are you?
muy bien – fine, great!
Senor – Sir, Mister
Por siempre - forever