One night in 1897 London, Alice stumbles upon a creature of the night, becoming one her self. She finds family in her sire (Damon) and his brother (Stefan.) When she comes back to Mystic Falls, after not seeing her brothers for 20 years, she is forc...
I walk into Gloria's bar and walk to the table Stefan and I, usually occupy. I see him and a blonde women feeding on a brunette women and cringe before turning and walking off to grab a glass of champagne.
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As I walk through the crowd, with my glass of champagne in hand, I see Stefan, the blonde, and the back of a man. "So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore." I hear an enchanting voice say, catching my attention. "I've been hearing so much about. You're right, he does have funny hair." I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips as I make it through the crowd. "I'm bored. I want to go." I begin ascending the stairs, "Then go without me, I'm not your girlfriend." I hear the blonde women say, a accent coating her voice. "No, you're my sister, which means...You have to do as I say." I can't stop the eye roll as I watch him pull her away from Stefan. I stand right behind them two and take a sip of my champagne as Stefan looks at me. "Sounds like something Damon would say." I say to Stefan and he chuckles.
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The man turns around and my heart skips a beat. His light brown hair is gelled back to perfection, he is wearing a white and black suit that is fitted to his body perfectly. Stubble coats his jaw and around his plump pink lips that hold a small smirk. His most enchanting, attribute, his light blue eyes that I get lost in. "It appears I found someone to entertain me." He says deeply causing butterflies to flutter within me. He takes a step toward me and holds out his hand, I place my hand, that is covered by a satin white glove, into his hand. He pulls my hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss onto the back of it, despite the barrior of the glove it feels as though my hand has been shocked, not in an unpleasant way though. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I'm Nik, and your are?" My face warms up, "Alice Salvatore, the pleasure is all mine Nik." I say as a smile grows on his lips.
The bar turns back to the modern one I saw today. The bar is now filled with people dressed modernly instead of dressed for the jazz age. I take a deep breath before making my way to the main bar, I take a seat and lay my head on the bar top.
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