Evelyn is a painter. Her first real love was captured forever in her first oil painting. She was her first model ever. When her first lover died of illness, Evelyn learned how fleeting true beauty can be.
It took several months to convince Rachel, her second lover, to model for her. She became her first model for her sketches with charcoal, and other pencils. When life's circumstances took her away, she learned that love can also be fleeting.
Now, she seeks something more permanent. Something where she can preserve the beauty she once loved, and prevent her lovers from leaving her. A sculpture of her lover was the key, but who would be her first?
When she first saw Eva outside her small art gallery, which was also her home, Evelyn could see true beauty in her eyes. They were haunted, and carried a sense of betrayal within them. Her too slender form spoke of her life, as did the bruises on her legs.
Evelyn began to sketch furiously. She wanted to preserve that look in her eyes, so it would not be lost to time, or circumstances.
When Eva walked into her gallery, Evelyn knew what she wanted. She wanted Eva to model for her, and become what this perverted artist dreamed of for the last ten years. To turn a beauty into a work of art.
She wanted to preserve the beauty of her lovers before they left her alone. Three little words were on her lips, and they made Evelyn squirm in excitement.
Model for me.
Warning - There may be things you find offensive within. There is betrayal, signs of abuse, perversion, murder, drug use, manipulation, seduction, girl on girl smut, vampires and mind manipulation, and references to underage sex (not graphic).
This is entirely a work of fiction, and one that came out of a dream.
Special note - For now, this is a short story, and may continue to grow into a novel.
I am up to Chapter 27 - (now chapter 40) This story is a WIP, and ongoing. (03/09/2024)
Once the first ten chapters are uploaded, it will turn into a weekly on Saturdays.
Cover art is from Craiyon, the free AI image generator.