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. I might add some twilight characters. But technically it still won't be a crossover. I think I might be getting better at my grammar. Message me if you discover mistakes.

Model

Chapter 2: The Sketch To Fame Is Drawn In Blood.

Characters

Human Guys- Halo Hayden, Mirage Zurie

Vampire Guys- Onyx Embryl

Human Girls- Gwinn Hayden, Autumn Blaire

Gwinn berated herself again for thinking such things. Onyx was a nice guy. He deserved better. Even though he was a total stranger. Gwinn walked back to her room and pulled out her sketches. She found a blank page in her sketch book and suddenly felt the urge to sketch Onyx. She did not have a photographic memory, but Onyx had a face that was not easily forgotten. She sketched an image of him laying on her couch---which was unharmed---with the moonlight shining on his face like that night.

Gwinn was sitting on the floor working on her third sketch of Onyx when Onyx himself wandered into the room in search of her. "Are these your drawings?" He asked.
"Yeah." Gwinn told him, looking up from her work only to take a look at his face in comparison to her sketch. The real thing was a whole lot better.

"May I see them now, please?" He asked eagerly, sitting in front of her. Onyx loved art. Gwinn handed him the book and awaited his criticism. Onyx flipped through the sketch book. His face a cross between politeness and "These are pretty good.".

"Some of them are pictures I picked to draw at random. There are only a few good ones. They weren't really...Well what I mean to say is that they didn't....I can't really explain it, but it's kind of like...my hand...didn't want to draw them so it came out bad, I guess." Gwinn sighed at her lack of precision. Onyx had reached the last of the pictures. The ones of him.

"You seem to be able to draw me well." He said. "But most of the pictures seemed to lack---How should I put this?---talent. Maybe you should try a different profession." Gwinn considered this for a moment then stared at Onyx, eye-to-eye.

"I've always been told that. Maybe I should quit. But I won't. This has always been my dream, and it's the only thing I want to do. Even if I'm no good at it I'll keep trying until I'm the best. I don't really think true artists are the ones who can just paint or sketch or draw well. I think a true artist is someone who does not create with an instrument but with the feelings they have in their heart. Feelings that guide their hand across the page, and help create something beautiful. Like actually taking your heart and letting it explode onto the canvas." She took the book from him and flipped to the page with the drawing of a butterfly. One of her best works. "Take this butterfly for instance. The lightness of the wings---you can practically see it fluttering. The weightlessness of its body. You can see it in this picture can't you? That's not just a butterfly. Its my heart flying on this page. The same thing with you only better. I'm almost there. If only I could fully capture my true feelings on this page..." Gwinn said dreamily. "Then, maybe then, I'll be the best. But until then I'll keep trying." She read his reaction. Strangely, he seemed very worried.

"You should be careful, Gwinn." He said. "Dreaming so high beyond your ability. The lack of oxygen is messing with your head. You just might fall and get yourself hurt."

"Even if I fall I'll just fly right back into the sky. A butterfly with the strongest wings."

"A young butterfly who has yet to grow into its over sized wings. It may fall pray to collectors who'll rip those wings from it. Keeping it from ever flying again and painfully ending it's barely started life. I would hate to see you in that creature."

"Too bad..." they were quiet for a moment. "Until then." Gwinn finally spoke. "Why am I even having this conversation with you. I hardly even know who you are." Gwinn turned away from him. Just great! the perfect guy and he's a total realist.

Damn it. I made her upset. I don't think I've ever angered a girl this fast. How can I make this right. Onyx thought for a moment. "Did you like breakfast?" He asked hopefully, trying to change the subject. "I was amazed I didn't have much of a hangover. Though I did have a slight headache. I hope the food wasn't affected in any way."

He succeeded. She cheered up a bit. "It was delicious. Everything was cooked perfectly. Especially the waffles. Blueberry is my favorite."

"I'm glad you liked it. Why the sad face?"

"I just felt kind of sorry since you didn't get to eat any of it."

Onyx laughed. "Don't worry. I eat a different kind of food."

"Blood?" Gwinn thought aloud accidentally.

"What?" He asked astonished at her thought. "Do you think I'm some kind of monster Gwinn?"

"No no." she said reassuringly. "I was just thinking of this dream I had last night."

His tone became serious. He looked down. "What dream?" He asked in almost a whisper. "What did you see?"

The dream was still clearly etched into her brain. She could remember it easily. "Me. In my room. Asleep." she said, her voice a whisper now too.

"And then?"

"And then a shadow came towards my bed. Only it wasn't a shadow it was...you."

"What did I do?" He asked while gripping Gwinn's carpeting.

"Are you okay, Onyx?"

"Just tell me...tell me what I did to you." He looked up, his eyes terrified.

"You...bit...me." She answered him slowly.

Onyx's eyes instantly snapped to the nape of her neck. "Oh no."

"What? It was just a dream. I'm sure anyone would have some kind of nightmare if they let a person they didn't know sleep in their house. I don't think you're a vampire. You can't be..." But Onyx wasn't listening. He was still staring at the bite mark that had decided to make itself known on her neck. She looked, too.

"But I checked it when I woke up. There was nothing there."

"It's because I wasn't near you. That's the only time it'll appear."

"But at breakfast..."

"Alcohol dulls our senses. Right now I'm looking through human eyes. It's what happens when we get hungover. Otherwise I would have noticed it. If I hadn't been drinking I wouldn't have even bitten you."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Gwinn yelled, appalled. "Am I not good enough to have my blood drunken by a sober vampire!"

"What are you talking about?" Onyx asked, surprised by her outburst. " You're sitting next to a blood thirsty monster, and you're offended that if I weren't drunk I wouldn't have drunk your blood. Maybe you are suffering from lack of oxygen. Are you not afraid?"

"No. Not really." She answered.

"Why not?" Onyx asked. The fact that someone was not running away from him amazed him. But then again this was Gwinn. She let a drunken stranger into her house.

"Your cooking. There's no way any bad person could possibly cook food that looked and tasted so good. It would have been tainted from the moment you touched the ingredients, and the taste would have been horrible no matter how well dressed up it was."

"You're going to base your decision of whether you should be afraid or not on my cooking?"

"Yes, is that too weird?" Onyx laughed. It was the sound of hysteria and relief bouncing off the tongue of an angelic being. How could this person be evil? Gwinn could not help but stare.

"So you're not afraid of me?" He asked, still looking down.

'No. It was only an accident, apparently. Though I don't see why you wouldn't have bitten me if you hadn't been wasted."

"I'm not that kind of vampire. If I were, you would be dead." Yes, Onyx thought. She would be dead. I remember it now. Putting her to sleep and drinking her blood. The taste still lingers. No wonder I've been in such a good mood. I don't think I've ever felt this way about someone after drinking from them before. Why didn't I leave the moment I woke up?

So it doesn't have to do with the fact that my blood is inferior to everyone else, Gwinn thought. Wow. That's new.

Onyx looked up at her. How could this one person he just met make him feel this way? "What?" She asked when she noticed that he was staring.

"Nothing." He replied then quickly turned away. He realized that for her own safety he'd have to leave, but for some reason he felt completely against that conclusion. "Um, Gwinn?"
"What is it, Onyx?"
He stood up. "You wouldn't mind would you, if I were to stay here?" He cooks, cleans, is a friendly vampire, and the envy of all men in existence. Was there any need to ask?

"Yes!" She shouted, while jumping off the floor. His face dropped. "Wait! I meant yes you can stay. I don't mind at all!" She yelled quickly then looked at her open sketch book that she gripped in her hand and opened it to the sketches of Onyx. She sat there and thought for a moment. " You can stay." She said. "But only if you do something for me."

"Come on, Autumn, if you're gonna break up with me you could at least tell me why." Said Autumn's, now ex, boyfriend. They were in his hotel room when Autumn told him the news.

"Okay." she said indifferently. "I, Autumn Blaire, am breaking up with you because I'm just not that into you anymore. I've moved on to bigger and better things." She got up from her seat on the edge of the bed and headed out the door.

"Now to pick up my brand new toy." She laughed. Nothing excited Autumn more then the look on her childhood friend's face when she walked into her apartment with a new man every day---Gwinn has never had a boyfriend. She didn't know much about this guy, but he was too handsome to be poor. Ever since they were kids---before Gwinn and her family moved to Europe---Gwinn and Autumn have always been compared to each other. Gwinn, until now, was chubby. Autumn was always lean. Gwinn's hair, until now, was always short and dull. Autumn had beautiful, bouncy blond hair. When it came to school Gwinn always got better grades, but Autumn was good at wheedling her way up a letter. Gwinn loved drawing and painting. She even tried singing for a while, though she never had a real talent for anything, and Autumn did. At first, she felt sorry for her best-friend for not having been born beautiful and talented. But then she realized there was no reason. It wasn't her fault she was superior.

The only reason Autumn even bothered to bring Gwinn back to New York was because she needed someone beside her. That way Autumn would always look better in comparison, but when she got a look at Gwinn now she knew she had to get rid of her some how. Her hair looked like rich black silk now. Her body in lovely shape. Her face was pretty in it's own way, but it wasn't beautiful like Autumn's. The worst part of it all though was that Gwinn didn't realize how much she had caught up with Autumn. Which, in a way, was also a good thing. She was still that little nine-year-old girl with the inferiority complex, and Autumn could use that to her advantage. That's where Onyx came in. She knew that Onyx wouldn't be able to resist her, so when she walked in and took him from Gwinn's apartment to her own it would destroy Gwinn's dwindling self-esteem.....or so she thought.

"You want me to what?' Onyx was having a hard time believing what he heard.

"I want you to model for me." Gwinn repeated.

"Why?" Gwinn didn't have much of a talent when it came to drawing. But she loved it so much she would never give it up. Her hopes were so high, and her skill was so low. It'd destroy her if her dream was not realized. Onyx knew this. He didn't want to make her feel worse by fanning the fame to this hopeless dream.

"Because I can draw you best. If I were to keep drawing you I just know I'll get better. I don't know if it has anything to do with you being a vampire, but when I see you and my hand touches that pencil I just..." She ran her hand over the page. "I can feel it. My muse hovering over me, and it's as if she were saying 'Finally! What took you so long?'."

"Have you ever thought about going into poetry. You seem to be pretty good at that." Onyx encouraged.

"I only want to draw. No matter how bad I am. I'll get better. I know I will. Now are you going to help me do this or not? I'm letting you stay, aren't I?" She had him there. Onyx didn't think there was anything that would hurt him worse now than being away from Gwinn for some reason. Onyx sighed.

"How about this: I'll cook,---since you like my food---clean the house, and help pay the bills. All you have to do is let me live in the guest room."
"But what about the modeling?"

"I just don't think..."

"What if I made it even more worth your while?"

"By doing what?" Onyx asked, suspicious about what the answer might be.

"I'll let you drink my blood---a half a pint, or so, a week---if you model for me." It was too tempting. Not only would he get to live with her but he'd get to taste the irresistible nectar she called her blood once a week.

"I can't do that." He said reluctantly.

"Yes you can. I'm letting you, and this way we both get something out of it. You won't even be drinking enough to harm me."

"How can you be so sure? How do you know that I won't kill you?" He asked.

"To be honest," she said, "Something tells me that you can't." Looking into her eyes, Onyx even believed her a little. Who knows, he thought, Maybe I won't harm her, and I guess it wouldn't hurt her too much if she doesn't get better at her art. She's a strong girl, like she said. She could fly again.

"Fine. Deal." He told her.

"Really? That's great! Let's get started!" Gwinn happy danced then glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. Damn Father Time and his inconveniences. It read 10:45 P.M. It'd take her a while to finish the sketches and make handmade copies of the best looking ones. Then Gwinn didn't have a car so she'd have to take the bus. But then there's the possibility she'd accidentally lose them on the bus. So maybe she would have to call Autumn for a ride. Autumn lived in a hotel about an hour and a half away. Then, since it's New York, traffics gonna be bad so it'd take her maybe another hour to get out of traffic. Either way it'd all take forever. "How is it that we've been sitting here talking for over an hour. We have to get started NOW!" She pushed him onto the couch and forced him to do poses.

"Don't I have to bite you first?" Onyx asked jokingly. "You know, for payment."

"You already got your payment last night." She told him and began sketching.


"Gwinn! I'm here to pick up my friend!" Autumn called from the front door. She didn't want to wait out in the snow for Gwinn to open the door, so she invited herself in. She could here Gwinn rummaging through the stuff in her bedroom. She looked down at the vacant couch. "Don't tell me he left already, Gwinn, I was counting on you to keep him here for a bit." Autumn walked down the hallway and peeked into Gwinn's bedroom.

"Okay, I think I have everything. A copy of my resume, my sketches....Onyx have you found those shoes yet?" Gwinn was completely preoccupied until she caught sight of Autumn in her doorway. "Autumn! What luck! I was just about to call you. We need a ride to my interview."

"We?" Autumn asked astonished. What does she mean we?

"Gwinn, I found the shoes, and you should really see a professional about that closet of yours."

"Onyx?" Autumn spoke incredulously. He was standing next to Gwinn in Halo's clothes and holding a pair of cheap, black snow boots.

"I remember you." Onyx said when he saw Autumn. "You're the girl from the bar. Autumn."

"Yeah." Autumn said uncomfortably. She tried to sound a bit more cheerful. "I'm here to pick you up." She said with a smile.

"Now's not a good time. We're in a bit of a hurry." Autumn still quite couldn't grasp the whole we thing. Onyx was supposed to be hers. "Actually me and Gwinn were hoping you'd give us a ride. We're kinda in a hurry." He stared at her with his beautifully gentle eyes.

"S-Sure." She stuttered. She couldn't deny him. She didn't want to look bad.

Gwinn put on the snow boots and grabbed her bag. "C'mon, let's go!" She yelled and ran out the door to Autumn's parked car. Onyx was already at the door without Autumn having seen him move a muscle. "Hurry, we just might make it! Plus it's freezing!" Gwinn yelled again from the sidewalk.

"Right." Autumn mumbled angrily heading to the car. She pushed the "unlock" button on her key pad, and trudged grumpily but stylishly through the snow. Gwinn was really beginning to get on her nerves.