Okay so first off, this chapter would be dedicated to ConsequencesBeDamned for annoying the living hell out of me by corrupting my dear wall with her random pm's and wall post spamming my poor wall with utter random mayhem. >.< Srsly dude, don't EVER do that again. Dx So please enjoy everyone~ xD

      Art o2 : The Unusual Bargain.         I was just in my living room just busy sketching the figure that was laying in front of me with all its perfection. This is great! I just found the beauty and inspiration I've been looking for! XD     I just stared at the stranger Jjong brought home last night who was laying in front of me still fast asleep. He had a petite figure, skin white as snow, a small heart-shape face, red juicy plump lips, long eyelashes and long gorgeous auburn hair.      I was just able stare at him wondering, can this kid be really a vampire? (°__° ?) Well, naturally people would be frightened having a blood-er in their own living room. I mean a mythological being who subsist by feeding on the life essence, A.K.A blood of living creatures. What sane person would not be petrified. But then for some odd unreason I wasn't. . .so, does that mean I'm not sane?! I frowned but shrug it off as I continued to sketch.      For just a few days living here in this foreign country, days of total boredom; and now this! The true blood of an artiste now rushing through my veins! And I, getting this excited isn't like me at all. How extraordinary. Anyway, we are both hunters. He seeks blood while I seek beauty.      "And since I gave this parasite some food. He shall provide me with a subject." I said to myself with a smirk as I continue sketching the kid's sleeping portrait.      I was so absorbed with my work, that I even ignored the phone which was ringing rather loudly. But I just decided to let the receiver take it.      - I'm not here or just busy to answer. Leave a message after the beep.- I heard the recorder say.      'BEEEEP...'      And after the beep I then heard the traitor's voice.      "Ya Minho!" Jjong's voice began, coming out from the speakers. What does the stupid dinosaur want this time?! ಠ_ಠ      "Okay I know you have every right to hate me and get mad at me right now. And I'm sorry for that," he said as I nodded, damn right I do! What kind of best friend leaves a drunken stranger in their best friend's home?! D:< And not to mention that certain stranger just had to be a vampire! But my mental babble was cut-short when Jjong continued to talk.      "But honestly, is the kid still there?" he asked in a hopeful tone, I rolled my eyes, typical Jjong. More concern with the kid than his best friend's own safety. "Well anyway, just call me back ASAP, when you receive the message. Later," and with that I heard the beeping sound which meant he just hang up.      Whatever was all I can say to his idiotic message. Really now, I cannot tell him I found inspiration through some kid he brought last night. He will not drop the subject until I die. I'm certain of that fact.      I just shrugged the thought off and continued sketching when. . .      "What are ye doing?" I heard a male voice with his accent in pure British.      I already knew it was the blood-er. I mean who else would be talking to me other than him right? But I was not expecting the kid to be awake yet. That I didn't expect, but then I just remained my cool then shrug.      "Sketching," was my ingenuous answer. "Isn't it rather obvious?" I added, looking up. It was my first time seeing his eyes. His glittering hazel orbs, and then it struck me more upon seeing his face; it was beautiful. Like a statue being sculpt by the hands of God himself. But then a scowl was over his alluring features.      Without a single word he grabbed my sketch pad out of my hands, as he started scanning it. I was just able to stare at him up close. He was a beauty to behold and was even more gorgeous than I thought. But then, when did he stand up and made his way towards me? Don't know? Vampire powers I tells yah! (/ ˚Д˚)/     After scanning my sketch pad intently which was 5-10 minutes flat, he raised a perfect eyebrow, "What is this? Some kind of sick joke?" he hissed at me, as he violently threw my sketch pad with so much force that it hit the wall with a loud 'thud'.      He was now sending me death glares that made his iris flare turning his once hazel orbs into blood-shot red piercing ones, still glaring at me of course.      Then something caught his attention, he noticed he was wearing a jacket that obviously belongs to me and without wasting a second longer he hastly removed it and threw it aside. Disgusted. Just leaving him with his previous clothing that he was wearing the night when Jjong brought him to my place.      He was wearing a tight red leather skinny jeans and a black tank top under the leather vest, as he was clad with black knee-length boots, with a bunch of Gothic accessories as his hair was tied in a messy pony tail.      "How dare thou mere mortal lay a vile finger on my body!" He hissed bearing his fangs at me.      I blinked, "Eh?" 0.o     "Thy thou seek death?" he added, his glare never wavering.      I nodded, "Ah riiight, don't tell me you're going to drink all my blood now are you?" I asked in mock horror while gasping for effect.       He just glared at me icily, cold and hard. Okay better stop now before he decides to really kill me.      I shrugged, "Well I just figured since you owe me for drinking my blood, I would use you as my model for the time being. But now that we are even, you can leave now." I said nonchalant making my way to the end of the living room to picked up my sketch pad that he threw earlier, the poor thing.     His eyes widen in horror, "I-I drank yer blood?" The leech asked, who looks like he was about to faint, and if it was even possible he just looked a lot paler than he already is.      What? Doesn't he remember him my blood!? And why does he suddenly look disgusted, I wondered with furrowed eyebrows. ( ಠ‿,ಠ)┘ But my thoughts were interrupted when all a sudden I heard him start throwing up or should we say trying to throw up.      What the hell? But then I heard him spoke again as he was now facing the mirror in my living room. Examining his reflection. Wait a bloody second here, vampire's have reflections?! ૅ.ે     "Hmm, my skin is still youthful. I guess yer blood isn't tainted yet, I presume," he said still examining himself in the mirror but now admiring himself in the process as well.      I snorted, what a complete narcissist. And uh-kay, what does he mean by tainted? And how come he can see himself in the effin' mirror? Isn't he a vampire or what? Last time I check, vampire's cannot see their reflections!      "Hey," I called out.      He reluctantly look away from his reflection to stare at me, his eyes were back to normal, intriguing hazel once again. He was just looking at me emotionless. "What is it that thou want mere mortal?" he snapped, glaring at me with such a fierce expression. Whoa feisty.      I ignored his glare, "Okay, just out of human curiosity." I began as he continued to stare at me. "If you're really a bloodsucker, that I oh-so believe. How come you can see your own reflection?" I asked him not showing my confusion.      After hearing out my question he just laughed - the sound sparkled without humor. But still he managed to make it sound like he was delighted like a baby cooing. That made me stare at him as my face started to heat up. Wait, don't tell me I'm blushing? O / / / O Choi Minho doesn't blush especially because of this bloodsucker!      I just coolly look away for a little while. Then when I'm positive that I was through blushing I look back at him. Meeting his eyes calmly, he was already done with his laughing fit. As he then spoke, his voice was like a gentle breeze rubbing th