Solangelo Oneshots

Rhiannon {part one}

In which Nico is a vampire in the 1700s, and uses his charm to get whatever he wants, men, food, money. It's all the same to him.
Will is the oldest child of a rich family and attends the fanciest of halls in England because of it, but he has never been on his own.

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I wondered down the street, now that the sun had finally set. This was the lightest I could ever be out for, and it was probably one of my favourite times of the day, because I could see things in a different way, as most of the time it's pitch black, plus shops weren't closed yet.
The rough roads were still damp, from a thunderstorm earlier today. If they ruined my new shoes I would be extremely displeased. I spent a good fortune on them to look as best as I could tonight.
I spun onto the next street, with bigger, richer owners who would likely also spend copious amounts of cash on shoes. That made me feel slightly bad about myself, being like one of them, but I worked for my money most of the time. Many of the snobs in this neighbourhood just had the money passed down to them. I started from nothing, kicked out onto the streets by my own father, because I was a monster. I wasn't though. Not all of the time.

I plastered a smile onto my face and added a skip to my step. Fake it till you make it. Plus, I was coming up to one of the highest classes of streets in the city. At the end of the terrace sat the largest manor in London, and the host to tonight's party. They were near royalty, with the amount of power and money they possessed, and tarnishing their son or daughter would make me feel very good about myself. I hoped they had a son and not a daughter. Getting along with women, although sometimes necessary for my success, was not as pleasant.

I strolled down the gravel and mud road, that were lined with the newly introduced oil lamp street lights. It was nice to see what was in front of me, even though I may have enhanced sight. The regular candle lit poles barely produced enough light over a road, but as the oil lamp was new, it was only on the rich streets. I was glad I lived on one of those streets.

The gate of the Clemente's mansion was large. I was pretty well off, and I lived in one of the top 10 richest neighbourhoods (I get bored, sometimes I need stuff to do at 4 am when all the other souls in the city were in deep sleep- I ranked the neighbourhoods) in my city. My gate had to be enormous, so that no meddling kids got any ideas to sneak in and let light into my house during the day. Then I might need to kill them- a very unnecessary and unfortunate task. But the Clemente's gate was larger, and the detail of the ironwork was beyond comparable. Maybe I was jealous. I was an art critic, and this just blew my mind away. It towered above my head (granted I was on the shorter side) and was topped off with sharp spikes. No kids would dare to cross.
Even the stone pillars were at least twice the height of me, and had the hand carved surname of the family and their crest. It must have taken days of sweat and callouses to carve that crest. I could only imagine.

A guard cleared his throat behind the gate, on watch to make sure no one who wasn't rich and powerful was to enter the party. I switched on the inhuman charm and batted my eyes, walking closer to the gate to speak to him.

"And who are you? State your first and last name," the mans face was shadowed, and I couldn't look him in the eyes. Although that was a slight inconvenience, I could work with it. I could tell by his body language and the tilt of his head that he was trying to judge my character. I wore my best clothes tonight, and it had to be at least £15 (that is very expensive considering middle-low class families made £100-200 a year) and I had to admit, I looked bloody damn good.
Although I spent a fortune, it was attractive, and would definitely help my efforts tonight. I had a red, black and gold embroidered waist coat, black vest and frilled white silk shirt underneath. I wore black and gold knee breeches, silk stockings and my new black leather shoes. My long black hair was pulled back out of my face and I had an expensive hat to top it all off. My pale complexion would make it even better. I looked like I could be apart of a rich family.