Author's Note: This story is a recreation of the Korean Manga (with the same name) a friend told me about with a sort of twilight twist. So technically it's not a crossover since no one from twilight's in it. Some things have been changed like the names of characters and some of the events. My spelling might be okay but my grammar is pretty bad so if you come across some mistakes could you send me some tips so I won't make them again?

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Chapter 1: Eat, Drink, and Be Merry...For Now.

Characters

Human Guys- Halo Hayden, Mirage Zurie

Vampire Guys- Onyx Embryl

Human Girls- Gwinn Hayden, Autumn Blaire

Gwinn gently picked up the pencil she had flung across the room and tried again. Starting with the right eye, she would draw the face of the young man in her magazine picture looking to the left. After many failed attempts, and many other flung and snapped pencils, she was going to neatly and gently form the curve of his eye then....screw up again and throw a fit. It was 3:00 a.m. and Gwinn had been up all night trying to draw this guy, who's picture she'd found in a fashion magazine. It was the best looking one she'd seen and she needed to turn in the sketch at 4:00 p.m. today in order to get the job as the sketch artist for an art magazine. This could open many other doors for her. She had decided that she would get an early start when she suddenly became a complete perfectionist and decided that she wanted the pictures to look exactly alike, but it just wasn't getting there. Every small mistake made her upset and she would throw a tantrum. She didn't want to stop until the picture was finished, but day was drawing nearer and she needed her sleep.

Just then Gwinn heard someone banging on her door and, for a second, confused it for the banging of her aching, frustrated head. Reluctantly she got up to answer it---she already knew who it was. "I'm coming," she yelled, causing her own head more pain. She opened the door and, sure enough, there was her drunk friend Autumn Blaire. She walked in---sort of---carrying someone on her back. "Who's that?" Gwinn asked

"Hey Gwinn!" Autumn exclaimed. Her speech was messed up and her breath smelled of alcohol. "Yu talkin' bout dis guy? He..." She thought for a moment. "He's...I don 'member hoo he is." Autumn told her while laughing for no reason.

"Then why'd you bring him to my house! Ow!" She hurt her head again. "Listen Autumn, I have work to do in the morning. So could you and your mystery man go some place else, please?"

"But it was 'portant wha'eva it was." Autumn dropped the man off her back onto the couch of Gwinn's living room.

"I don't care what knew bar joke you and your drinking buddy learned. I want you and him out so I can get some sleep." She held open the door for them.

"Don wary I'll 'member in da mornin'. Let em stay ere a bit. Kay? He's not too loud." She assured Gwinn, but Gwinn was not buying it. She put her head in her hands and tried to calm herself down enough to get through Autumn's drunk head before she puked on her carpet, but then she heard something. Gwinn looked up to find that Autumn was awkwardly making her way to her car where someone was waiting in the driver's seat.

"Autumn you get back here!" She yelled at her, not caring about the pain it caused her brain. Autumn was already gone. Gwinn groaned, "Why do I let her do this to me?". She walked back inside, looked at her uninvited guest laying---passed out---on her couch, and decided that if she moved all of her drawing supplies into her bedroom she would be alright. Besides, nothing in the living room could not be replaced or was even worth stealing. He'd probably be to hungover to even take anything. So, Gwinn packed up her stuff and went into her bedroom, but not before she covered up her floor in case Autumn's little friend had an accident or needed to throw something up. The couch probably couldn't be saved, but Gwinn made sure she put extra cover on her floor---she really liked her carpet. While puke-proofing the area Gwinn could not help but look at her guest. His skin was moonlight pale, and his hair was night sky black, and his face...HIS FACE! He was gorgeous. A guy with a face like his did not seem like the type that hung around bars getting drunk and flirting like Autumn, Gwinn thought. She reached out and lightly touched him on the cheek.

"So soft, but so cold," she said in a whisper. "Wait! What am I doing? There's some drunk guy sleeping on my couch whom I, or the lady who left him here, don't know and I'm admiring his face. Darn my artistic eye!" She finished and headed toward her bedroom, only looking back to gaze once more upon the unknown man lying on her furniture. "I really need to get some sleep." She told herself before going into the room and locking the door.

Gwinn showered and quickly put on a pair of pajamas before going to bed. At first, she thought it'd take at least an hour before she would even start to fall asleep, but surprisingly she gradually fell unconscious as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was deeply, and comfortably, in a sleep she probably wouldn't ever wake up from. Quickly after, she began dreaming. Even in the dream she was sleeping. She was sleeping peacefully in her dream like she was now, but something seemed off. There was a shadow. A very strange shadow that seemed to move around the room incredibly fast, as if creeping up to her like a predator to its pray. Then it became clear that it wasn't a shadow. It was a thing. Some incredibly fast stalkerish thing that began to take the shape of the man that was supposed to be on her couch knocked out. In her mind, she knew he was there, but the her in her dream was not even aware anyone was in the room.

Slowly and carefully the man leaned over her sleeping body, and, in one swift motion, opened his mouth and bit into her neck. Causing Gwinn in real life to awaken instantly. She ran into her bathroom and looked at her neck in the mirror: nothing there. She looked around the room, making sure it was empty and checking the lock on the door, then at her clock. It said 5:57 a.m. It was almost six but she wanted to sleep more. Maybe after she fell asleep again she would have good dreams. After getting back in her bed she felt silly about looking at her neck in the mirror. The guy in her living room wasn't a vampire, he couldn't be. Even though Gwinn knew nothing about him she was fairly sure he wasn't a creature of the night that sucked people's blood. Besides, vampires don't exist....right?

It was bright---9:30 a.m. according to the digital clock on her nightstand---when Gwinn woke up again. She hadn't slept as well as she'd hoped she would. The dream she had earlier was shockingly disturbing, and, in hopes of getting rid of it, instead of sleeping till 11:00 like she planned she forced herself to wake up earlier, thinking that the dream would slowly disappear and be forgotten like most of the dreams she had. But that hadn't happened yet. The dream played over and over again in Gwinn's brain as clearly as a bad memory.

Gwinn walked, slowly and uncomfortably, to her kitchen praying that a big breakfast would get her mind off it---even though she couldn't cook well. But the sight she saw made her too afraid to enter the kitchen. It was him. The creepy, cute mystery drunk that had been the reason for her nightmare. He was in her kitchen, and he was doing things to it that Gwinn had never seen done to her kitchen before. It shocked her so much she couldn't move: He was cooking food the right way, and it smelled delicious! Not at all burnt and make-you-have-to-run-to-the-bathroom-and-then-McDonald's disgusting like Gwinn and her brother Halo's cooking.

While cooking, he noticed her hiding behind the wall staring at him through the archway. Or was it the food. Either way it seemed weird, but then again who knows whether or not they were properly introduced the other day. He couldn't remember much except for getting drunk with some chick and her taking him somewhere. She had a season name didn't she, he thought. Was it Spring? No, that's not it. Maybe Summer? I'll remember it sooner or later. He finally turned to the frightened girl in the hallway and asked, "Want any?"

Gwinn was stunned. Did he just ask if I wanted any, or did I hear him wrong? She couldn't help but feel cautious around him. He was a complete stranger. At least he wasn't biting her neck, but what about the food. It smelled delicious, but could there be something in it. "Don't worry its clean." He assured Gwinn without her having to say a thing.

"How did you...," she began.

"It was pretty obvious. I mean, I'm a complete stranger in you house cooking breakfast. That's kind of creepy, don't you think?" There was a ding from the timer on the stove. "The biscuits are done. Now we can eat." He pulled a pan of perfectly cooked biscuits from the oven. "My names Onyx by the way."

"Gwinn." She told him.

They both sat down at the small table sitting in the center of Gwinn's kitchen. Gwinn was hoping for a big breakfast to calm her nerves, but this was much better. Crispy bacon; eggs; warm, soft biscuits; freshly blended fruit smoothies; and the icing on the cake: non-burnt blueberry waffles, Gwinn's favorite. Gwinn didn't realize she was drooling until Onyx laughed. She wiped her mouth and picked up her fork to dig in. "So, you're one of Autumn's friends, right?" She asked him, as if he were some guy she'd heard about on the phone from a friend and not a possible vampire. When a guy cooked like this it felt like there was no reason not to enjoy his company.

Autumn! That was that blond girl's name, Onyx remembered. "I guess you could say that. We met at a bar yesterday and started talking. She kept ordering drinks for us over and over again until I couldn't take anymore. I passed out, and that's all I can remember."

Ugh! Autumn and her stalker/kidnapper tendencies. I guess that's how she got all her men. Autumn always had many boyfriends. They were always very handsome and wealthy guys. But this guy took the cake, ate it, and didn't share! Could Autumn have actually acquired such a beauty?

"You're a friend of hers too, aren't you?" He asked while watching her eat.

"Sort of." She replied.

"How can you sort of be someone's friend?"

"Well, sometimes she's a good friend, and other times she's a total pain."

"Elaborate." He said, utterly intrested. Ever since she was younger, no one ever bothered listening to Gwinn ramble about anything. Yet, here was the totally gorgeous guy who did. Weird. Gwinn thought.

"Okay. She's a good friend because she went through all of the trouble to bring me back here to New York from Manchester, helped me find an apartment, and get this interview..."

"But..."

"But she's a bad friend because she's always showing up here drunk with a new man for every day of the month and flaunting them around, along with her money. Yet she continues to borrow from me. I know I owe her and everything, but could she at least a bit more considerate?"

"Have you ever told her any of this?"

"Well, no."

"Maybe you should. She might let up on you, you know. Some people can't help being like that." Especially some blonds, Onyx thought. In all his life he's always known the most annoying blonds. Sure, there were smart ones who liked to read and not always worry about there face and hair, but Onyx always seemed to attract the other kind of blond, like a magnet. Eventually, he decided that he'd have to live with that. It's been a long time since he's ever talked to someone with black hair like Gwinn, and who actually talked about something besides hair, make up, and money.

"I guess I should." Gwinn looked up from her plate at the handsome man in front of her whom she was easily confiding in. "My turn to ask a question. Do you know why Autumn brought you here?"

"Not really." He replied uncaring. "Now it's my turn." He seemed to care a lot more about what Gwinn had to say. By this time all of the food was gone, but Onyx had not eaten a bite. Gwinn mentally berated herself for having eaten it all. "What's the interview for?"

"It's for a sketching artist job."

"You're an artist?'

"Yeah. but not professionally. I went to skill for a few years though."

"If you don't mind me taking your turn, could I see your work?"

"Sure, but I'd rather take a shower first." She said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about her scent.

"Oh." Onyx said, kind of disappointed.

"You can take one too." She tried to sound reassuring. Then she blushed at the sound of her words. "I mean, you can take one in the guest room, because there's a shower in there, not with me 'cuz that would be weird,wouldn't it? I mean, why would you take a shower with someone you just met." she added, quickly following up with a nervous laugh. Onyx laughed with her, got up and started clearing the table. "I'll get those." She said trying to make up for her previous embarassing display.

"No. Don't worry about. I cooked: I'll clean them. You go take a shower."

"O-Okay." Gwinn got up and started out of the kitchen. "Towels are in the closet."

"Mmm-hmm. Thanks." He said and continued washing the dishes. Wow. A man who cooks food that tastes like heaven in my mouth and cleans. And he's not even mine, Gwinn thought as she walked down the hall. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and got dressed as fast as she could. When she walked out of her room she remembered that Onyx only had that one outfit. So she went into her brother's room and picked out some clothes. He was only fourteen, but their mom packed him some clothes that were a few sizes too big. "Just in case my baby decides to grow while he's gone." Gwinn mocked her always worried mother while she walked, with the clothes in hand, down the hall to the guest room.

She entered the room and saw the steam stream out of the open bathroom door. "I brought you some of my brother's clothes, if you don't mind. I'll leave them on the bed."

"Thanks." Gwinn had half a mind to walk right into the bathroom and take a peek while makeing it seem like an accident. She was clumsy enough.