Someone's met his match [[Sophie]]

[Nicholas Hawthorne]

Nicholas pursed his lips and arched a brow, looking at himself in the mirror. As he examined his appearance, a sly smirk spread over Nicholas's face and he let out a small chuckle as he straightened the collar on his blazer. After he had straightened out his collar, Nicholas ran a hand through his hair a few times in order to give it that perfect messy look. With that, Nicholas decided that he looked absolutely perfect and he turned away from the mirror. Vanity was one of Nicholas's greatest faults and he would often spend at least twenty minutes in front of a mirror, tweaking his appearance before he went out. As he walked past the small, wooden table in his front parlor, Nichols grabbed his wallet and his house keys and his car keys, which was all he would need for his night out. Sure, Nicholas could easily sprint to whatever club he wanted to head to, but driving was so much more fun.

Stepping out on the streets of the Upper East Side, Nicholas jogged up to his black Masarati and slid in. As he tuned the key in the ignition, Nicholas grinned as the engine purred to life. Nicholas was a speed demon and he loved the fact that because he was a vampire, he could maneuver in high speeds in New York City traffic. Once the engine had warmed up, Nicholas put the car into drive and sped down the street. There wasn't much traffic on the Upper East side; it was only when he got to the Upper West that he would have to do some serious maneuvering. Just as soon as he crossed fifth avenus, the traffic increased exponentially and Nicholas smirked as he wove in and out of traffic. If Miranda could see him now, she would have a heart attack. The thought of his now long deceased wife, caused Nicholas to frown and he instantly pushed the thought to the very back of his mind. Nicholas knew that if he sat and thought about Miranda, it would drive him absolutely mad.

Within twenty minutes of leaving his home, Nicholas had parked his car and was now entering through the doors of one of the most famous clubs in Manhattan.The Element. As he entered the club, the smell of blood, perfume, and booze filled Nicholas's nose. Though, like most vampires, Nicholas could not stand the taste of human food, he still had a particular liking for alcohol. Deciding that he needed a drink before scoping out either his next meal or the next girl he was going to sleep with, Nicholas headed straight for the bar. Sitting on one of the stools, Nicholas ordered a scotch before leaning against the bar counter and sipping at his drink. As he allowed his eyes to scan the club, they landed on a tall, gorgeous brunette. A smirk played across Nicholas's lips and he arched a brow. From her ravishing beauty, Nicholas knew that she had to be a vampire. At that thought, Nicholas's smirk grew wider. He liked vampires. They always lasted longer.

[sophia gianni]

YOU'VE GOT ME POPPIN' CHAMPAGNE*;

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There was something that New York was lacking. Yes, the night life was lovely. Yes, the lights were gorgeous. Yes, the musicals were amazing... but there was something missing. Everyone who lived there loved it, more or less, whether they be the ones on Broadway or just silly girls in a silly school, the privelaged loved it. Those who didn't love it were pretty much in a bad situation. The ones who lived in the Upper East Side were blessed and whined much more than needed, and mean girls prevailed. There was no justice, for if a girl with big glasses and front teeth tried to overthrow a girl with glossy blonde hair and blue eyes, it would end in disaster. Gossip ruled a school more than that girl with glossy blonde hair. And yet, New York was still lacking something.

It took a while before it hit Sophia Gianni. She had lived in Volterra, Italy her whole life, both mortal and immortal. She hadn't left Volterra until lately. She had grown tired of the Volturi, and the people there. So she moved across the atlantic to New York. It was a rash move, but she needed to do it. Dimitri would be following soon after, despite the fact that Felix knew. Felix hadn't been very happy, mind you, but he was still happy that Sophie would be happy. That why she loved Felix. She had never loved him enough so that they were mates, but they loved each other. Sophie liked to sleep around a bit, but she always went back to Felix. He was her best friend, and her lover. Still, here in New York, she missed him. That was part of what was missing. Felix and the ornateness of Volterra. She needed to get out.

The Element sounded like a good idea. She had been there a few times, and it was a good club. She got up out of her bed and walked over to her closet. The black dress looked nice against her pale skin, and it almost blended in with her glossy ringlets. She slipped the dress on and tied the pink bow around her waist. She lid into her black balet flats and looked in the mirror. She outlined her crimson eyes in eyeliner after placing the blue tinted contacts in. Her eyes were a violet color, and they fit with her look. She smoothed her hair to the side and took one last look in the mirror before grabbing her Dolce and Gabanna handbag from the bed. She had just acquired a cherry red Jaguar, and she always smiled upon seeing it. She jumped in and turned up the radio. This century had some decent music already. She drove fast to the club and was there in minutes, despite traffic. She ordered a nice Sprite with Apple vodka and was sipping it slowly when she saw him. He had a smirk on his lips and a drink in his hand. She could tell by the scent she had picked up that he was a vampire as well. Ah, fun. She hadn't been with someone since her goody-bye to Felix a week ago. She smirked right back and bit down on her bottom lip.

Making sure to swing her hips just the right way, Sophie made her way over to the stranger. Good lord, he was gorgeous. She bit down on her lip again. "So, love... I've noticed you smirking at me... what can I do for you?" She asked, her voice thick with her Italian accent. She had a smirk in her eyes, but let nothing on.

[Nicholas Hawthorne]

YOU'RE THE NEW CLASSIC! YOU'RE THE NEW PYT!

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Nicholas watched the tall, gorgeous brunette as she sipped her drink. Eyeing the drink in her hand, Nicholas couldn't but smirk broadly. Nicholas liked a woman who could hold her liqour and he liked a woman who didn't mind drinking in public. Eyeing her drink, Nicholas was glad to see that it wasn't some light, girly drink but that it had some kick to it. That way, when he ordered a few more drinks tonight, he wouldn't feel as if he needed to take it down. Chuckling to himself, Nicholas realized that he was getting just a bit ahead of himself. After all, she hadn't even come to speak to him yet and he was already thinking of how the two of them would be around one another for the rest of the night. However, despite the fact that Nicholas could tell that he was getting ahead of himself, he was confident enough in his charm and in his looks to think that they would in fact, be spending the majority of the night together. At the thought, Nicholas's smirk became wider and he finished the last of his scotch. Placing the glass on the table, Nicholas arched a brow at the bartender and nodded down towards his glass, as if to indicate that it needed to be refilled right away.

As the bartender occupied himself with Nicholas's drink, Nicholas turned his head back around to see that the tall brunette he had been eyeing earlier was now on her way over. Nicholas smirked broadly and sized her up as she walked in his direction. There was no denying that she was beautiful, and Nicholas found that he was extremely physically attracted towards her. Nicholas noticed how her dark ringlets fell over her shoulders and blended in with her dress. A small sigh escaped his lips and he thought about how most beautiful women hit him like this. Nicholas had a tendency to notice the little things about a woman, and they only served to make him more attracted to them. As the bartender handed him his now refilled glass, Nicholas swirled the scotch inside of the glass as his eyes dropped down to the brunette's hips. Seeing the way that she swung her hips only made Nicholas want to be closer to her. The girl was definitely turning up her charm as well and Nicholas couldn't help but wonder what this night had in store for him.

Now that the girl was standing right in front of him, Nicholas looked right at her and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to the punch. At her words, Nicholas let out a light chuckle and smirked before he took a sip of his scotch. Her light Italian accent was absolutely enchanting, and he couldn't help but think about how ironic it was the he, a British man, should meet an Italian woman in a nightclub in New York City. "Smirking?" Nicholas questioned, arching a brow. His voice was calm, smooth and soft, with his British accent lacing his words. "No, no love. It wasn't a smirk. It was merely a look of appreciation." Nicholas continued, taking another sip of his scotch before he placed the glass down onto the bar table counter.

"The name's Nicholas Hawthorne." Nicholas said with a small smile as he reached for the hand which wasn't holding her drink. Nicholas grabbed her hand gently and brought it to his lips, kissing the top of her hand lightly. "And who do I have the pleasure of conversing with this evening?" He questioned, arching a brow as he gently let go of her hand.

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[sophia gianni]

YOU'VE GOT ME POPPIN' CHAMPAGNE*;

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All her life, both immortal and otherwise, Sophie had been good with men. She had always been seen as charming, even back in the fourteen hundreds, when women only talked of scandals, dresses and their husbands. Volterra in the fourteen hundreds looked about the same as it did in present day. She admired that the “nighttime patrons of the arts”- Marcus, Caius and Aro- kept things more or less the same. Even though it had been nearly six hundred years since Sophie was human, she could still remember the effect she had on men back then. It was something she brought with her into her next life, and she was happy it was that, at least. She may not have a power like some vampires did, but she still had the same charm. Men were her strong point, and she had them eating out of the palm of her hand easily, without even trying. No one had been able to resist her.

Sophie had never met anyone who was able to make her swoon until she had met Felix. Though it was Dimitri who found her after she had been left for dead, it was Felix who became her first friend. She didn’t care for her rescuer much, and the other people in high power, such as Jane and Alec, got on her nerves. She found an ally in Felix, and she had stayed with him as much as possible in all her time with the Volturi. He was the only one who could even begin to win her over.

This one, however, with his dark hair, eyes and intoxicating scent, might’ve been able to rival even Felix in winning her over. There was an air of confidence that he exuded. Sophie admired confidence. She noticed he was drinking as well- then again, so was everyone in the club. She guessed by the color and the scent (ah, she loved her extra sensitive smell) of the drink that it was scotch. That was much more attractive than what most Americans preferred at a bar. She had never found a liking for beer. It smelled quite bad and could be made cheaply with horrible taste. She herself preferred vodka or something harder. She was not one who enjoyed “frou frou drinks”. Frilly things with tiny umbrellas and more juice than liquor annoyed her, and those seemed to be the preferred drinks of American women. She found it amusing how she was thinking about drinks instead of the man she was planning on stealing for the night.

Sophie smirked herself as his eyes fell to her hips. Ah, this was going to be an easy task. She had the urge to throw foreplay to the side and just start things here and now, but she had to observe the niceties. Her smirk turned to a smile briefly as she heard his accent. English, was he? This amused Sophie even more. Two Europeans meeting in New York City. Sophie raised an eyebrow. “A look of appreciation, was it?” She asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Excuse my mistake.” She said. And then her hand was in his and his lips on her skin. He had manners and charm? Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe Felix was not the only man in history to impress her. She took note of his name and stored it in the back of her mind. She was a bit disappointed when he let her hand fall back to her side, but she let none of it show. Nodding her head slightly, as if to say ‘nice to meet you’, in sorts, Sophie took another sip of her drink. “Sophia Gianni, but you can call me Sophie.” She said. Only a privileged few could call her Sophie. Her sister, Katarina (god rest her soul), was the one to first give her that nickname. Dimitri, Felix and Renata, her only allies in the Volturi, were allowed to call her that. Caius did anyway, despite how many times she would correct him and tell him that her name was Sophia. And of course, Aro was allowed to call her that. The only ancient with a heart caught on to names quickly, and could tell that Sophie was a cherished nickname, but he respected that, and earned the right to call her that. Still, she had a good feeling about this Nicholas character, and her feelings were almost always right.

Now that introductions were more or less over, she drained the last of her drink, giving Nicholas a sign. All men always asked to buy her another drink, and it was her first test for him. Should he pass it, she would become interested easily. But her tests were odd. If he offered immediately, it constituted an air of desperation, and she would become bored easily. Her favorites were the ones who could tell exactly what she was drinking just by looking at it, and not ask to buy her a drink, but simply went ahead and bought it. She was a picky girl, and if he passed this test with flying colors, he would be more than satisfied by the end of the night.





---sorry it took so long. been sick as well as museless