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Picture Perfect

Book By: AshesBelle
Romance



ALL WORKS ARE RESERVED TO ASHLEY C LOTTIE 2013

Leland 'Le' Augustine was what you would call...the shine. He was Eden University’s hottie and outcast at the same time. Leland was the Goth that everyone avoided but girls flocked to...irony. During one of his photography classes he meets a girl who turns his world upside down. She's beautiful and intelligent, but the trouble...she's black and she's human... Monet 'Mona' Austin, was the flower while he is the thorn.


Submitted:Jun 20, 2013    Reads: 64    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Chapter one

Today was yet another day here at Eden. I found it ironic that I was attending a school named Eden…ya know, the Garden of Eden? Yeah, I'm not good with my jokes today or any other day. My name is Leland; I'm eighteen…give or take a couple of centuries. How should I describe myself? I'm six foot five…really tall, a giant. I'm fond of beanies to cover my brown hair and dark clothes. I have distinctive dimples. Yay me!

What else? Oh yeah, I'm a vampire.

I'm a photography major. I love taking pictures. They say pictures capture the souls…weird. Like the rumors about vampires not showing up in photos, well…I do. I like to capture the image of all shapes and forms of beauty. Today was my first class and I was stoked! I was sitting in my dorm…alone. I preferred my own room.

After showering and walking around in only a towel, I grabbed my dark wash jeans, a tank top and my beanie. My hair was a dusky brown that fell in my eyes if it wasn't tamed. I grabbed my books and my i-pod walking out the door.

"Sup Freak!"

I heard. This was normal…see, they didn't know about my vampirism. I could honestly kill them and no one would know.

"Hey there Leland." Three girls waved.

Women flocked to me…it was my smell. I was a walking pheromone to women. One girl told me I smelled like honeysuckle; one said I smelled like candy; and one said I smelled of sweet sex. Whatever that smells like. They are fooled by my body's scent.

Anyway, I was the first one in class…usual.

I sat in the back and pulled out my camera and notepad. I checked my watch and it was almost eight. I waited and in came the crowd along with the teacher, Mr. Shaw. He was awesome!

"Alright class!" he yelled.

No one sat near me. I tapped my pencil as we began to take notes. As Mr. Shaw began to teach, I felt something hit me. I looked up and it was Kerrick. The school jock, asshole and whore. I gave him the finger and stared out the window.

The rain came.

"Mr. Augustine…everything alright?" Mr. Shaw asked.

"Yes sir." I nodded and turned back to the window. That's when something…someone caught my eyes. She was running in the rain towards the building.

"Sucker." I smirked.

The class started at eight in the morning and ended at nine-fifty. Everyone loved this class. Mr. Shaw spoke about different photographers and their works, when the classroom door opened and in she came.

I sat up and looked closer. It was the girl in the rain. She was black!

I looked in my lap and out of all days and times…I got an erection! She walked in and looked around.

"Hello dear, are you lost?" Mr. Shaw asked.

"No. I'm supposed to be here. I asked for directions but…someone gave me the ones to the other side of campus." She smiled, but I felt her heart. She was hurt that someone lied to her.

"Well, introduce yourself." Mr. Shaw smiled.

"I'm Monet… um…Monet Austin." She spoke.

She was named after Monet…the legendary artist.

"Well, welcome honey. Find a seat and just get the notes from someone."

She nodded and looked around. There were three empty seats. One by Kerrick, the other by the bitch squad and then…by me. She swallowed and moved towards the bitch squad. The leader, Donna, kicked her feet into the chair.

"It's taken."

Monet frowned and Kerrick spat in the chair next to him. She looked at me. She looked like a lost kitten. She moved towards the counter top and placed her books there and stood up.

"Ms. Austin…please take a seat dear. There are enough chairs honey." Mr. Shaw said politely.

"I'm fine." She whispered.

"You can sit here." I spoke. Everyone looked at me.

She smiled and gathered her things to sit. Damn, she smelled so good.

"I'm Monet." She held out a hand.

I stared at it and focused back on the teacher. COLD, I know. She dropped her hand and began to take notes…not asking for mine.

The whole class period she was silent. I looked over and noticed her wrist had a dark purple mark on it.

"Ok, that's all for today!"

Monet was the first to exit the classroom.

I grabbed my things and followed her. She stayed in my building.

"Leland…hey sexy."

It was Donna.

"What?" I frowned.

"Who are you looking for?" she asked and Monet walked out. She stared at both Donna and I.

"Well, now. How are you?" Donna smiled.

"Hey." Monet said and walked away.

I turned to see where she was going. She walked to the garden. I was stalking her, yes. She sat down and opened her bag, pulling out a book. She opened it and I saw drawings.

I walked over and said,

"Hey." I said, looking down.

"What do you want?" she asked. Her voice was sugary.

"I want to apologize." I sat next to her.

"Well, that's fine. Bye."

I snatched the book from her. She stood up and slapped me. I held my cheek and growled.

"Give that back!" she frowned. I stood up, towering over her.

"Here." I smirked, raising it in the air.

"Why are you bullying me?" she shook with anger.

It wasn't bullying…I was trying to fight the desire I had for her. I needed her to hate me.

"I'm not…look, I'm sorry. I'm not use to people talking to me. I'm the goth." I smirked.

She eyed me.

"You don't look it."

"I'm not all the way Goth…I'm Goth, laid back."

She laughed. A beautiful laugh.

"May I see your work?" I asked, sitting down.

She nodded.

I opened the book and I was in awe. I looked again…all her drawings were of ME. She drew detailed pictures of me secretly taking photos with my camera.

I looked at her…

"You're perfect to draw." She blushed.

I pulled out my camera and aimed it at her face.

"Smile."

She smiled and damn, what a smile.

"How come I've never seen you around?" I asked her, still flashing the camera. She posed and said,

"Well…I've always seen you around. There's a difference in being seen and being sought out Leland."

I snapped her photo and stopped.

"That's all for today." I placed my camera in my bag. Before I could say anything else to her, she turned and smiled.

I turned and it was a guy waiting for her. He was a light skinned black guy with tattoos and a beanie. She smiled,

"I gotta go."

I grabbed her arm, growling

"Who the hell is he?"

She gaped at me.

"He's no one."

I watched her walk away with the guy hand in hand. Who the hell was this guy and why was he touching my woman?!

Wait…my woman?

"Oh shit."

I had to get back to my room and feed. I needed it more now that I was 'feeling' Monet. Here I was, the white boy, Goth vampire and there she was…the beautiful and damn intelligent black girl. The girl I would soon fall hard for and in the end…maybe chose.

After seeing Monet walk off with that guy, I went back to my dorm and shut myself inside. I sat with my shirt off and stared at the ceiling.

Monet

Shooting up, I grabbed my camera and went through the photos. Each one was breathtaking. The one I favored most was her pose. She placed one hand on her hip and looked up in the sky. The sun radiated off her smooth, beautiful flesh.

I printed that very picture and pasted it on my wall of art. Staring I caressed the photo.

"Simply beautiful."

Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up and headed right to the shower. I threw on some shorts, converse and a Rolling Stones shirt….and my beanie. I closed my door, with my camera bag and set off to find Monet. I spotted her in the café. Today she had her hair intricately braid into a ponytail. Her thick hair shined in the light.

I walked inside and was stopped by Kerrick,

"Sup, I see you spotting that little black chick. Say, once you get a sample, send her my way."

I growled, feeling my fangs slide down from my gums.

"Back off."

Kerrick walked away with a smirk.

I walked over to Monet and took a seat next to her. She didn't even acknowledge me. I cleared my throat. Nothing. I shook her.

"What the hell!?"

She turned and she had her headphones in. How did I not see them?

"I'm sorry. I was trying to get your attention. Um…I wanted to um…" I stammered. She stared.

"Leland…"

"Um, sorry. I wanted to know if you wanted to take some photos with me…I have place that has hills and cliffs." I smiled.

She gave me a strange look.

"I'm not going to harm you…it's just…that place is peaceful to me. I'd like you to come." I practically begged.

She smiled.

"Sure. I have to get my things. I'm in the mood to draw." She stood up and I noticed she was wearing a floral summer dress with grey Chuck Taylors. A girl after my own. She turned and frowned,

"Aren't you coming?"

I nodded and ran to her side, taking her hand. She looked down at our intertwined hands and blushed.

We walked hand in hand all the way to her room. She unlocked the door and I was hit with a sugary, sweet fragrance. Like cotton candy. Her room was filled with art, just as mine. I walked over to a photo and gaped. It was a hand drawn photo of herself.

"Wow. You're an amazing artist."

"Thanks. I get bored and just draw. Ok, I'm ready!"

I turned and she was carrying a bag with her. I held out my hand and she timidly placed hers in mine. Together, we walked to my spot. I called it, Serenity. Cause that's exactly what it was. We hiked and hiked until I pushed the bushes out of the way. I heard her gasp as we moved forward.

"You tricked me!" she yelled and stripped off her bag and pulled out her book to begin to draw. She was drawing a waterfall. I sat next to her and watched as her fingers moved in motion. Leaning closer I inhaled her with my eyes closed.

Opening them she was staring at me, with her face close to mine.

"I'm going to kiss you." I told her. She closed her eyes and my lips met hers. They were so soft and warm…compared to my chilled ones.

She dropped the drawing pad and ran pulled off my beanie, running her fingers through my hair. I groaned, pulling her closer until,

"Damn! Ha, look what we've found."

We pulled away and Kerrick, along with Donna was there. Monet looked at me with hurt in her eyes.

She shook her head…

"No…how could you?"

"No! Wait, I swear…I don't know how they found this spot!" I defended.

Monet stood up and grabbed her things…

"Luther was right. He was right all along!" she ran off, pushing between Kerrick and Donna.

"Now, you've really pissed me off! Why the hell are you bothering me!? Huh, is there something about me that your fear, or are you jealous!?" I snarled.

"Dude fuck off, I wanted to try your girl. Never pictured you as a lover…" Kerrick laughed.

I stepped forward and told Donna,

"Sleep."

She hit the ground.

"What the hell did you do to her!?" Kerrick panicked.

Now it was time to show my true colors. Hissing I exposed my fans. Kerrick pissed his pants.

"I warned you. Now, you have to suffer."

I lunged at him, biting into his neck…savoring his sickly blood. It was filled with hatred and power. Both disgusting. I pulled away and looked up…

"Monet?"

Chapter 3

"Monet?"

I wiped my mouth and walked towards her. She backed away.

"I was coming to get my drawing pad. I left it…don't kill me. I…I didn't see this…I didn't see you with fangs and I didn't…I didn't…" she trailed off as I came closer to her.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"I don't want to die…not yet." She cried. I noticed she rubbed her wrists. I took her hand in mine and looked at the dark mark there.

"What is this?" I asked, fangs still exposed.

"It's a birthmark." She whispered.

"They're not dead. Come on, I have to explain myself."

She shook her head quickly.

"There's nothing to explain to me. I'll be gone….you won't see me anymore." She shook with fear.

"Dammit! I didn't want you to see me like this! Monet, I like you. More than like, I think I have some strong feelings that start with an 'L' and like isn't the word." I explained.

"You just met me." She sighed.

I cupped her face in my large hands, she looked up at me.

"No, I just found you."

She gave a sad smile.

She reached up and touched my cheek.

"How did I fall for a Goth?"

I smirked.

"I'm a laid back Goth. No black nail polish. I'm a vampire."

"Leland…I knew what you were before you said the words. Before you attacked them. The first day we met, in class…I knew it. I saw your eyes and I heard your heart beat." She stared into my eyes.

"I don't have one." I frowned.

"No…you didn't have one…until now." She smiled.

I touched my chest, feeling my heart pump and beat.

"Let's get out of here." I pulled her hand, but she stopped me.

"What babe?" I asked.

Yes, I called her babe.

"Um…what about them?" she pointed.

I sighed and said,

"It won't last long. I erased what happened. Come on."

We walked back to the dorms and straight to my room. I opened the door and she ran straight to my bed and collapsed on it. She looked perfect.

"So…you want something to drink?" I asked, opening my cooler.

"Um…water." She whispered.

I turned and gave her a look,

"I can eat and drink babe. I have juice, pop…" I offered.

"I'll take a coke please." She smiled.

I handed her the drink and kicked off my shoes. I reached for her feet and pulled off hers as well.

"Alright, since we're here I want us together." I came out and said.

"Ok…that was a little forced Goth boy." She teased.

"Babe, I'm serious. But before that, we need to learn more about each other." I smiled.

"Ok. I'll go. I'm Monet, my favorite movie is Titanic, love it even though it's so tragic. I love ice cream and pickles…um…I'm a virgin." She said proudly.

I smirked.

"Alright, I'm Leland…my favorite movie is Gangs of New York, blood but like your movie, it was true. I love skittles and I'm a virgin, who plans to marry the girl of my dreams."

Monet blushed.

After that, we chilled in my bed watching movies, first it was Shaun of the Dead, Pineapple Express and then Titanic. Monet fell asleep in my arms on my chest. I caressed her messy hair and kissed her forehead. She sighed into my chest.

I took her hand and played with her fingers.

"Stop Goth boy." She mumbled in her sleep.

I laughed, looking at her 'birthmark'. After a while of silence I fell asleep with my lady in my arms.

(7pm)

I awoke to Monet whispering on her phone. She had her back away from me. I sat up and asked,

"What's up?"

She turned.

"I've gotta go. I had fun."

"I don't want you to go." I looked down.

"I'll be back…I see you have a let out couch…I could sleep here tonight." She offered.

"Hell yes!"

She laughed, pressing a kiss to my lips and walked out my room. And the Goth fell in love with Juliet. I got cleaned up and began collecting the photos from my camera. It usually took up to an hour but it didn't. Time slowly began to go by and no word from my babe. Damn! I don't even have her cell number…

I looked on my desk and there it was,

555-6534

Yours truly Goth boy,

Love Monet.

I called her cell and she picked up.

"Babe, you ok?"

"Um…I'm fine. I can't stay tonight." She stammered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I just can't. Bye." She hung up.

Oh hell no, I grabbed my shoes storming off to her room. I knocked and she opened it, I pushed my way inside. That guy was there.

"Who the fuck are you!?" I snarled.

"Leland!" she frowned.

The guy looked at me weird and turned to Monet. She slapped me on the arm and began signing to the guy.

Her hands were moving fast. The guy nodded and laughed and spoke,

"'ice to meet ya."

Oh shit, he was partially deaf.

"Luther, this is Leland-."

"Her boyfriend." I interjected. She narrowed her eyes.

"Leland this is my cousin, Luther."

Damn.

"Sorry about that." I looked around.

"It's kay, I get it lots." He spoke.

"Luther lost his hearing aid and he came to me for an extra one." Monet handed her cousin the item.

He placed it on his ear and smiled.

"You can crash here Luther. I'm gonna stay with Leland. I'll be back."

Monet walked off to get her things. Luther studied me.

"I know what you are."

I nodded.

"Don't hurt her. She's been through a lot. I've seen the pictures she's drawn of you. You really like her, huh?" he asked.

"I do."

"Good, take care of her. She's fragile."

Monet came back with a bag and smiled.

"Night cuzo. Call me." She hugged him.

We walked out her room and to mine. And guess who we pass?

Kerrick, who was with another girl…not Donna. He looked at me and said,

"Sup freak."

Monet frowned,

"Why do you let-."

I pressed my finger to her lips.

"Hush babe. Let's go. I can order take out, Noodles?"

She nodded.

Back in my room, I noticed that she rarely showed her body.

"You're beautiful. Why do you hide?" I asked her.

She wiped her mouth and said,

"I don't know what you're talking about Leland."

I stood up and removed my shirt.

"What…what are you doing?" she asked.

"I want to take some pictures of you…without the clothes."

She paled.

"NO!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"I'm not doing that. One, you could post those online and two…I'm not fond of my body." She looked away.

I took my jeans off until I was in my briefs.

"Please. This is not to poke fun at you or intimidate you…I want to see my canvas of art."

She walked into my bathroom and came back out in only my towel. I could see her bra straps and I wasn't sure if there were panties.

"Sit on the bed…" I started.

Monet smirked,

"What?" I asked.

"It's like Jack and Rose from Titanic! Only you're in your underwear with a raging erection." She smirked. I looked down and Leland Jr, was awake.

"He has a mind of his own. Now, remove the towel. I want you only in your bra and panties."

She took the towel off and I gaped.

Her soft, light flesh was marred with tiny scars.

"I'm ugly." She cried.

"No baby…you're a work of art."

I got my camera ready and began taking the photos. I stopped, grabbing my lamp setting it to a dim light and began the picture taking.

Each flash highlighted her features. It dominated her eyes, lips…the curved of her breasts and her soft slight rounded belly.

A belly that would grow big and full…

She looked down and this shot right here…this was the money maker. She looked like an angel, waiting on an answer or prayer. The light was her halo…and here I was the temptation the swaying of her innocence.

I stopped and placed my camera on the desk.

"What now?" she asked.

I smirked and said,

"I think it's time."

Chapter 4

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. My hands caressed her scared flesh. I felt every one of them. Laying on her my bed, I kissed down her body. The valley of her breasts, her navel and to the soft cotton triangle material that blocked her anatomy.

"Will this hurt?" she asked.

"It will for the moment, but I don't want to hurt you." I promised, sliding her panties off and throwing them on the floor. I instantly at vampire speed had my briefs off.

The whole time, she never looked away from me. Her eyes followed mine. I parted her thighs and felt her womanly flower. I slowly pushed until she gasped. Pushing a bit more, I broke the barrier.

My hips moved slowly but the more she began to moan…I lost it. Looking down at her face, she had her eyes closed with a look of satisfaction.

My fangs descended and my mouth watered to taste her…blood and otherwise. Her soft cries echoed in the room, fulfilling my vampire's blood lust.

Sniffing her pulse, I licked it and -.

"Bite me."

I looked at her.

"What?"

"Bite me…I want to be perfect. No scars…no more scars." She cried as we continued to rock.

"If I do…there's a price."

"Name it." She moaned.

"You are mine. No one else's. You are the light for me." I leaned closer to her neck and took a deep breath.

"Do it Leland."

I opened my mouth and my fangs pierced her sweet, sweet flesh. I heard her scream…I wasn't sure if it was her climax or my bite.

Slowly, night faded. And the lights dimmed into darkness.

Her face was cool to the touch. She'll awake…more perfect than ever.

Chapter 5

Her eyes opened.

"Hey baby." I smiled.

She blinked and licked her lips. I bit into my wrists, feeding her. She moaned for my blood. I moved it back and watched as it healed.

"Good?" I teased.

"So good." She licked her lips.

I helped her up and she walked around the room. Her senses were high.

"Everything is so…wow." She laughed.

I grabbed my camera and snapped more photos.

"You and that camera Goth boy."

I snapped one where she was looking very tempting. A keeper!

"Who would have thought a Goth-, I mean a vampire would turn my heart." She caressed my face.

"I have a surprise for you." I pulled her into my closet and flicked on the lights. She turned and came face to face with her photos. Actually, it was a collage of ALL my photos of her, which manipulated into her beauty face. She cocked her head and said,

"I look amazing. So many pictures of me. I look…perfect." She cried.

"You are perfect baby." I held her body close to mine.

"Run away with me." I spoke.

She turned and faced me,

"Anywhere?"

"Yes."

"London." She smiled.

I've been there many times and if that's where my baby wanted to go, then it was settled. We would finish school and live our lives.

Monet turned to me and said,

"Are you coming back to bed…without the camera?"

I laughed, placing it on my desk.

"Wait! I want to take a photo of you." She grabbed it and aimed it at me.

"NO."

"Leland please. Is it true that vampires cannot be seen on camera?" she asked.

"Take it." I said, grabbing my beanie, still shirtless. I looked down and she took it. Then another and then another.

I walked over to her and looked at the pictures.

"I can see you!" she laughed.

"It's all a rumor." I kissed her neck.

"When I become big as a photographer, I want our kids to see these pics." I laughed.

"Kids?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I've been alive for a long, long time. I want a family. I look eighteen but…I'm not. You're my bride."

Monet smiled and pulled me into the bathroom.

"What's this?" I smirked.

"One last picture…a before and after of us." She said.

Still towering over her, I held the camera and looked into her eyes. With a kiss, I took the photo. Looking at the tiny screen, the picture was secure.

And again I ask,

Who would have thought, I, Leland Augustine-the vampire, Goth would fall in love with a beautiful, talented and loveable black girl? Now that I realize it…her color had nothing to do with it. Her scars had nothing to do with it. In the end, we were both dysfunctional and lost in a world that showed us no respect or dignity.

Together, we were the dream.

We were the drawings, the art the magnificent beauty that shaped us into this…

A picture perfect romance lost and found in more supernatural bite to the neck.





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