Darkest Temptations

And now we say Goodbye...

2012-01-16T12:02:00.000-05:00

A gift to us by Mkystich

Yes, sadly, it's true. It is with a broken heart and a grudging acceptance that we at Darkest Temptations realize our time has come to an end.

Real life sucks, and other obligations have made our lives go in different directions over the last several months. It wasn't an easy decision to make, but one that needed to be done all the same.

You all have given us a great two years. Some of my happiest moments in the fandom have centered around this blog, and the lovely girls I've had the pleasure to work with since it began. I think I can speak for all of us here when I say that DT was a place for family, not just friendship.

We never argued, we never disagreed, we never felt strife amongst us; which is rather odd coming from a blog of this nature. It doesn't mean we never had differences of opinion, just that the overall outcome of whatever issue we were faced was always agreed to be the same. That's a rare thing for a blog these days, and it never ceased to amaze me that we had such an awesome group of ladies working here.

I am proud of the girls that stood up with me (and not just the ones who worked here, but the ones who commented and subscribed and tweeted as well) and took a stand saying it's okay to read the darker stuff. It's okay to want to read fiction that others shy away from or even criticize. I am proud that we never saw drama in any form come our way. I'd like to believe that it was because the way we approached the darker fics, and we made sure to warn others when fics contained things that might be sensitive to others.

Or I could just be fooling myself into wanting to believe this blog is just that awesome. lol

Regardless, DT has always held a special place in my heart, and so have our readers, supporters and authors who gave us amazing stories that kept us up at all hours of the night; sometimes days at a time.

With this, I'd like to say that the blog will remain up, so if anyone in the future wants to come back and find a story they might not have read, or search google for the dark Twilight Fics, they can benefit from all the hard work that two years and six women put into this place.

We, however, will not be returning to do any more posts, but this place will remain in our hearts forever.

And now we say goodbye. Thanks again for sharing this experience with us. We will always be grateful.

With much love,

Izzy, Barbie, Steph, Gemma, Chipper, and April

Darkest Temptations

2011-11-11T08:00:00.000-05:00

Prey for the Wicked by Aleeab4u

A friend on Darkest Temptations recommended this fic to me, knowing I was in need of a good Dark story…and knowing that I am an Edward fanatic. I read this and then sent an email to Aleea begging her to allow me to do a recommendation. I’m hooked…addicted…and thoroughly entranced by this story.

"You have sound instincts. You should trust them." The line of her shoulders
eases a little at the words, but her eyes still flit back and forth between
his, searching for what measure of truth she can define. "I told you,
Isabella. I feel very protective of you. I will not harm you. I am many kinds
of a monster, but I am not the kind who hurts innocents." Not any more, he thinks to himself. Never again...no matter how close of a call it was...never again. "Your blood was a temptation I didn't know how to resist. I walked too close to the line before I realized that you, Isabella, are too much a gift to waste in such greedy gluttony."

The idea of Isabella as his, alive and well for the duration of her human life, solidifies and roots in his psyche. Until this very moment, Edward realizes he walked a precipice between wanting to deny his nature and keep her alive, and his doubts that he could do so under such extremes of temptation.

He can.

He will.

"I will not end your life," he repeats, letting her see the truth in his
expression. She relaxes further, but before true relief is hers, he feels it
necessary to add an addendum she must be made strongly aware of. Moving back
around the bar, he pulls her from the seat and tips her face up to his own.

"You are mine now, Isabella. I will take care of you, protect you."

I love a good Darkward. And this isn’t a good Darkward, this is a most excellent Darkward. I have to say,that for me, I ride the edge of panic with each update I read of this story…wondering if perhaps Edward’s desires will cross the line and our poor heroine will end up drained and dead on the bedroom floor.

He is possessive with “his Bella” and is determined to keep her at all costs. An example…

So beautiful, so delicious, so pure, so...his.

Lifting his head, he locks his gaze on hers, staring at her intently, his mouth dark with her blood, shining with the gloss of her climaxes. He lets her see him as he
truly he is: the monster who wishes to be her angel; both her protector and her
master.

"You are mine, Isabella. I will give you everything your heart could ever desire,
but I will never, ever, let you go."

Edward allows her one small second to catch her breath, and to absorb the meaning and
promise behind those words, before dropping his head to take his meal with his
dessert. Isabella's body responds perfectly. She cries out his name in her
pleasure as darkness takes her, making its claim just as surely as Edward has.

What Aleea does with her Edward is so tangible, so feral, that you want to shiver in fear and take him all at the same time.

This fic is only nine chapters in at the time of recommendation, so we still have a good amount of history to catch up on, but what we do know is this…

Edward was part of the Cullen coven, but left after losing himself to the monster in him.

Carlisle begged him not to fall to the darkness of his temptations.

Alice is heartbroken over him, and Jasper is prepared to destroy Edward rather than see him continue to cause his mate to grieve.

Edward has sworn himself to a mission to feed off evil humans.

So how does Bella feel about this mysterious creature that has appeared in her life?

Infatuated, needy, devoured, and savored, but what she doesn’t want to feel is possessed.

But possessed she is…

"Understand me, Isabella, and make no mistake," Edward tells her, one finger ghosting a sweeping touch back and forth over her wrist, hypnotizing. "I do not
make idle threats. You are mine now. I will protect you, and I will possess
you. I won't allow anyone to harm you; neither will I allow anyone to think
they have a claim to you. Only I have that, Isabella."

"I'm not a possession or a...toy or pet."

He smirks again. "You are whatever I say you are."

She tries to stand, but his grip on her wrist keeps her from being able to move. He doesn't hurt her, but she feels the sudden tension in his grip that locks his fingers on her flesh.

"Do not think you have free will, Isabella. You're fate was decided the second you
walked by me in this dismal, dingy bar. You. Are. Mine." His grip
tightens. Bella feels a small spike of fear radiate from the strength that
demonstrates quite clearly that he could break her if he wanted to.

"I don't belong to you," she tries, her mouth dry, and her heart racing. She
can say it, but she isn't sure she can mean it, because oh, the way he makes
her feel, even now when her independence and will scream at her to resist, she
aches with how much she likes the feel of him touching her.

"I have a life," she continues, swallowing over her dry mouth, gathering her wits
about her. "I have a family and friends, and you can't just...dictate to
me...you can't own someone, and you can't just kill...someone. That's
just...wrong."

His thumb brushes her pulse, and Bella gets the sudden impression he enjoys her fear as much as he enjoyed her willingness that night. She makes an effort to calm
herself, trying not to think of Mike and failing.

"Isabella. Do not make the mistake of thinking me human," he reminds her softly,
something gentle in his tone that belies the harsh things he says. "I kill. It's what I am. It's how I live."

So for now, I eagerly await Aleea’s next installment, waiting to see how as the story progresses Darkward claims “his Bella” – whether as a delicate treat, a source of carnal delight…or perhaps as both for eternity.

Go over and give this story a try, I KNOW you won’t be disappointed. Tell Aleea I sent you.

Temptress Halloween Special

2011-10-31T09:00:00.000-04:00

Welcome, once again, to this year's Darkest Temptation Halloween Special. We have all put together a little treat for you on this special day, and hope you all enjoy it. Each of us has contributed something very different, much like we did last year. So, curl up with some of your favorite candy and read about... famous haunts! Happy Halloween....

HAUNTED TOUR

Hello my darklings;

Halloween, such a simple term, to most it means, costumes, parties and candy. But to a few it means more. The day the “ghosts and goblins” come out to play. But alas, they are here every dad. I can’t lie, this has to be my favorite holiday. I just wished it got all the Glory it really should...

This night has been around since the dark ages. Ofcourse back then it was referred to as all hollows eve. So I am going to take you on a journey, through a few of my favorite haunted places. Some I have been to some I wish to see.

I never realized until a I moved back to South Carolina, just how “Haunted” this place is. Houses, Rail Road crossings, restaurants, Cemeteries, you name it we have it. Its such a little place, not like the big hospitals and such of the larger states. But what we do have is some freaky shit. I took on of the “Ghost Tours” a few years ago in Charleston. Let me just say, it honestly was one of the most exciting and freakiest things ever.

Now as for a “Ghost Town”, there are many as you all know but did you know, Charleston is built over a cemetery? Most of these areas are but after the war most of the town was gone, head stones lost, broken and as the time moved on, the city grew which left only so much land left to use. So head stones were moved to a “Cemetery” so the cemetery.. is EVERYWHERE!!!

So the next time you are walking down a street and hear a strange noise... watch it.. it could be a spirt..

Now to share some more facts.. *evil grin* Some of the most haunted cemeteries.. are in the United States... maybe close to you... there are 10 to be exact.. and 3 … yes i said 3 of them are in Illinois.. O.o freaky I know.. but makes me wanna go visit, ‘cause again, I’m freaky like that.

So I picked my favorites from the list, actual places, I will be adding to my “Fucked up places to visit bucket list”....

So enjoy... mwhahaha

* St Louis Cemetary (#1 as there are 3) in Louisiana is the #1 most haunted cemetery.

I can say I have been there once... it was during the day and I wasn’t there long. It is a very creepy looking place but from what I have read and heard.. I’d like to actually go. I like cemeteries.. It is just a thing with me..

The oldest cemetery in New Orleans, is a grand European mixture of ornate marble tombs, crumbling memorials and narrow, winding footpaths. Some visitors have heard weeping and groaning from inside the crypts, while many have seen a range of spectral phenomena, ranging from unusual mists to fully fledged transparent figures.

* Stull Cemetary in Kansas is ranked #2

It's infamous nicknames are The Seven Lost Gates of Hell, The Cemetery of The Damned, Satan's Burial Ground and most notably The Seventh Gate to Hell. Stull cemetery is often said to be where Satan the Devil himself holds court with his lost worshippers. The devil's only half human haunted child is reported to be buried here in Haunted Kansas. They say he appears as a 9 -11 year old boy, he was believed to be able to turn himself into a dog, a cat or a wolf. Basically a werewolf or just plain shape shifter. Many stories say he was born covered with long red hair and a full set of two rows of double teeth.

Talk about a freaky fact.. I can only imagine that sighting..

Random Girl: Oh look at this headstone...
Big red wolf: *growls*
Random Girl: Oh look its Jacob from Twilight..

*just dies laughing*

But on a serious note as I know I am already hell bound, that would be a freak fuck up of a sight to see...

* Western Burial Ground, Westminster Presbyterian Churchyard, Baltimore Maryland is ranked #3

It is called the Old Western Burial Ground and it holds the remains of people like Edgar Allan Poe, the son of Francis Scott Key, the grandfather of President James Buchanan, five former mayors of Baltimore and fifteen generals from the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. The catacombs of this cemetery are located beneath Haunted Westminster Hall, and have long been the subject of ghostly tales.

Many tell the tale of people buried alive and their ghost trying to show others of their plight. Don't forget the unexplained mystery of Poe himself. Many say they have seen him felt him and talked to him. Dressed completely in black, including a black fedora and a black scarf to hide his face, he carries a silver cats head walking stick and strolls into the cemetery every year on or around January 19, the birth date of Edgar Allan Poe.

Legend has it that the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe has been seen near his grave and in the catacombs of the church. The author died mysteriously in Baltimore and thus came to be buried there.

* Resurrection Cemetery in Chicago, Illinois is ranked #5

The ghost of the girl who has come to be known as "Resurrection Mary" or Bloody Mary Smith is one of the most famous ghost stories and urban legends of Haunted Chicagoland. She is believed to have been killed along Archer Avenue (near the cemetery) after leaving a funeral wake of her lover, Mother brother, or father, no ones quite sure, one cold rainy night. She was buried with no funeral mass or last words in Resurrection Cemetery.

Bloody Mary tours the highway always hitchhiking, dressed in black and has spent the last 90 years traveling the Haunted Chicago roadways and asking haunted truck drivers and lone people to drop her off at the cemetery gates. Only to disappear before their eyes.

Another ghost just as well known is running Andrew Holcomb, he appears as a boy around the ages of 12- 17 years of age. He is said to run in front of passing cars and is struck. With a loud thud and impact is felt against the car or truck. People tell of the horrid sound and the blood on the windshield. When the hapless driver gets out to investigate he is not there, the boy is no where to be found. But the sight the sound of his body hitting the traveling drivers will haunts the driver their entire life. As they look around the road the only visible thing they see is the haunted cemetery gates.

Makes you want to stand in front a mirror and call out BLOODY MARY … don’t it??? *evil cackle*

Now.... that is the end of this death ride but you can find more information on these and any others you’d like.. just google haunted cemeteries.. and don't turn out the light.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ya’ll...

Kitten Out!!!

Excalibur

Downtown Chicago

I love ghosts. Real stories abouthauntings. Contrary to what some may know about my aversion to scarymovies, I LOVE the supernatural, the unexplainable, and stories ofstrange sightings and moving objects that can’t be explained. Thispast spring, when some of the WordyBitches met up in Eureka Springs,Arkansas and stayed at the Crescent Hotel, I had my first ghostlyexperience, and it was a doozy. The room that JaspersDestiny and Ishared was one of the most haunted in the place. Of course, someone,*glares at Hammerhips* neglected to inform us of this until we gotthere. To make a long story short, I’d left some of my jewelry in apile on the dresser when we all decided to go in the hottub that wasconveniently located in Hammerhips and givemesomevamp’s room. WhenI went back to my room, Hammerhips in tow, my jewelry had beenarranged in one straight line across the top of the dresser. We’dall been in the hottub, and Hammerhips was the only one who came backwith me.

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees* It was anAWESOME moment.

Needless to say, Hammerhips and I spentthe next half hour on the bed. We set up my digital camera on thedresser, and talked to “Michael”, the male who’s said to hauntthe room, having died in it after falling through the ceiling fixingthe roof of the hotel.

But nothing happened. *frowns*

I’ve always wanted to go on one ofthose haunted tours in Chicago on Halloween weekend, but the alwaysfill up so fast. There are soooo many haunted places to choose fromin Chicago, it was hard to pick just one for this feature. I toggledbetween the nightclub Excalibur, and Resurrection Mary over at HolySepulchre cemetery, only because my stepfather is buried there. Ichose Excalibur because I’ve actually been there, quite a fewtimes, and have used the bathroom in the lower level. As far asbathrooms go, it’s not the most pleasant. If you’ve ever visitedChicago and happened upon Excalibur, you know it’s already in abuilding that just smacks of old, and even looks rather medieval andcastle-like from the outside.

The hauntings in Excalibur are said tostem from the Great Chicago Fire, but more from the EastlandDisaster. It was a Saturday, July 24^th, 1915. Theemployees and families of Western Electric were aboard the shipdocked on the Chicago River headed for a picnic, when it rolled over,sending over 800 people to their deaths just feet from the shore.Sources say too many people were on one side of the ship sending itcareening to the side, trapping workers and their families inside.

Some say that the building that nowhouses Excalibur was used as a morgue for the overflow of bodies, butRichard T. Crowe in his book, Chicago’s Street Guide to theSupernatural refutes it, saying there is no evidence to this.That the hauntings most likely stem from the Great Chicago Fire. TheEastland Disaster was the greatest inland waterway disaster in peacetime, not to mention the greatest in Chicago history. More peopledied in that one moment than those in the Chicago Fire.

The strange goings-on in the Excaliburare said to range from glasses and bottles breaking on their own, tostrange cold spots that shift haphazardly in the lower levels,especially where the bathrooms are. Employees are known to haveheard screams coming from the bathrooms below when no one is downthere, as well as their names being called by strange voices. InCrowe’s book, he recounts an interview with Billy McFall, theclub’s corporate supervisor at the time, given to a Chicagonewspaper, The Sun Times, in 1996:

“Although motion detectors are turnedon after hours, McFall claimed that somehow beer glasses were foundscattered across the bar, and bottles were opened and contentsmissing. Every day, for one week straight when he opened the club,McFall said he found the bar in the Dome Room in disarray. McFallalso claims to have encountered something visual at the club. Inearly 1996, he observed a light-blue shape running up the stairs.Soon afterward, he saw the same phenomenon in reverse, running downthe stairs. A cold breeze passed through the room at the same time.”

I’ve never personally experiencedanything weird myself at Excalibur, unless you call the male dancer Iendured for a bachelorette party. (There was an ewe-factor to him.)But a friend of mine did wonder once about a strange voice she heardwhile going to the bathroom. We both chalked it up to the amount ofalcohol she’d imbibed.

THORNWOOD CASTLE

This story is set in Thornewood Castle, the place utilizedby Stephen King to film the movie Rose Red. Rumors indicate that Thornewood Castle is, in itself, haunted.

Bella POV

Leaves brushed against my arms as I walked the pathway ofthe well maintained garden. I couldn’tbelieve that Edward had sent me a message to meet him here; he knew how I feltabout this place. I was spooked from themoment we’d checked into Thornewood Castle. Chalk it up to the fact that I’d watched Stephen King’s Rose Red with Jake many years ago andscreamed through half of it.

Jake…

He was infuriated with me. It was almost like I didn’t know him anymore…the huge beast of a manhe’d become from the boy that had once been my personal sunshine. I’d actually been scared of him several times;when he’d ranted that I had no business with the Cullens. The day he’d grabbed my arm and left a bruisehad irrevocably changed our relationship, even though he’d begged with hugetears in his eyes for my forgiveness. Itwas then I’d realized why he’d acted the way he did. I couldn’t give him the type of relationshiphe wanted, having already given Edward my heart.

Edward…

Where the heck was he?

I was scared to death wandering the gardens of the castle.Why couldn’t he just invite me to his room? I knew that Emmett and Rosalie had probably taken over Emmett andJasper’s room, and I’d let Jasper in the door for Alice as I left. They were probably already in bed togetherhaving fun, and here I was chasing my elusive boyfriend around a haunted house.

“Bella, ThornewoodCastle isn’t haunted. Stephen King justthought it made the perfect backdrop for filming his novel,” Carlisle hadsaid to me as we were checking in, seeing the panic in my eyes.

The woman helping us had chuckled. “Actually the castle is haunted, but it is bypositive spirits. Most individuals whoreport running into one of our ghosts state it is a truly peaceful energy.”

“Sure, sure.” Had been my only response.

They could believe whatever they wanted, but the place gaveme the creeps, and it didn’t help that we were checking in for Halloweenweekend. Carlisle was here to represent Forks hospital at the parent company’sannual charity bash, Esme was the mastermind of the event, having come up withthe idea to rent out the whole facility for the annual fund-raising bash. All the other guests would be arriving latertoday (it was after all after midnight) to check in – but for the night, we hadthe run of the place by ourselves. Sofor fun, Carlisle had sprung to bring us all, having garnered my father’s andRose’s and Jasper’s parent’s permission.

A twig broke to the front of me, startling me out of mythoughts, and in response I called out, “Edward?”

I heard a low snarl, like an animal, and that was all ittook. I turned and ran.

Seeing the castle loom in front of me made it feel like Iwas in a cheap teenage horror flick, and I giggled realizing how silly I wasbeing. Edward was probably laughing hisass off at me from the cover of the trees. Fuck him…well, really that was what I’d wanted to do…so he’d just haveto come chase me and make it up to me before I took advantage of his body. Smiling at the thought, I let myself in tothe door.

Seeing where I was located, I breathed a sigh ofrelief. I recognized the hall from whenwe’d arrived. Carlisle and Esme werestaying in the Grandview Suite just ahead. I was going to have to be quiet, and imagined myself tiptoeing as Ipassed their door. Didn’t want to getcaught sneaking around in the middle of the night. It was well past midnight, now October 31^st,and I didn’t think I’d fool Mr. and Mrs. Cullen any. Edward had told me that Carlisle had sat himdown and had the whole “responsibility” talk after he figure out just howserious we were getting. “Get out ofcollege and get married first before I become a grandfather,” he’d said handingEdward a box of condoms. Edward and Ihad laughed about it, tossing the box in the drawer. I’d gotten on the pill assoon as I realized where we were headed.

The hallway was amazingly beautiful, and I looked at thedecorations in the moonlight that filtered through the windows. The house was amasterpiece…even if I didn’t feel like it was as “pleasant” as everyone wasmaking it out. Getting close to the doorway that led to Carlisle and Esme’ssuite, I was surprised to see the door open. And then I froze at what I saw, several of the chairs were overturned asif a struggle had occurred.

“Carlisle? Esme?” Icalled out, to be met with silence.

Okay, I was going to kill them. They must all be in on the “scare Bella” plan. I was betting it was Emmett in the gardennow, and I couldn’t imagine how they’d talked Carlisle and Esme intoparticipating. I was so going to pay them back, I thought even while the uncontrollableshivers went down my back.

“Ha! Ha! Funnyguys.” I pushed the door totally openand marched into the room, intent on finding out where they were hiding. I noticed that the door to the patio wasopen, so I headed straight for it, only to stop in horror.

Carlisle and Esme were on the patio, Carlisle leaned againstthe wall, Esme lying beside him. A hugegash had rivers of blood flowing down his pristine chest, something lay in hislap and I was almost scared to look, Esme’s abdomen looked sliced open and inaddition to what appeared to be her guts, it would seem that another organ laypropped for display.

Anger boiled through me at how far they’d gone to scare me,and I shouted at them, “Damnit, OK! Iexpected this from your children, but not you.”

Not one eyelash moved as Carlisle stared straight atme. Angry that he would continue theelaborately and well done charade, I marched out onto the porch, and promptlyslipped falling just before them

Raising my hands to brush them on my pants, I realized thatthey were covered in blood. That is whenthe reality hit. Carlisle’s eyes wereglazing over and his heart lay in his lap, having been savagely ripped from hischest, the thing on Esme…her uterus…representative of all that she held dear,her children. Unwilling to accept what I was seeing, I reached for him.

“Carlisle! Wake up!”I shook him, unable to face what had happened. “Wake UP!” I screamed, dislodging him from where he’d been propped, andwith a splat he fell over onto Esme, his face come to rest in the bloodyentrails that had been ripped from her.

Screaming, I pushed up and attempted to stand only to fallon the blood soaked tiles, landing across them both and getting their blood onthe side of my face, my hair trailing through it. Crawling away as fast aspossible, I reached one of the chairs to pull myself up and then shoved myhands down in my pants to reach my phone. Nothing… I’d left it in the room. Hysteria took over, and I lunged for thephone, but found it dead.

Emmett…I had to get to Emmett. His and Jasper’s room was just down thehallway. Somehow, I ignored the panicthat my screaming hadn’t already brought them running for me and ran throughthe room away from the ravaged corpses that had been like second parents tome.

“EMMETT!” my screams echoed off the walls, and there was apoint I almost felt like I was being followed. Risking a glance back, I saw nothing other than the bloody shoeprints Iwas leaving across the pristine floor. Stumbling every so many feet, I tore into Emmett and Jasper’s sitting room.

“EMMETT!” I screamed again, waiting for the mountain to cometo me. When nothing came, I stumbled tothe bedroom door sobbing, hoping that they had their clothes on at least.

Slinging the door open, I cried out seeing Rosalie slumpedover at the dressing table, Emmett leaned back against the wall to her rightside. Great tendrils of something hungfrom his arms and legs, and I vomited over the carpet when I finally realizedwhat it was. His muscles had been slicedinto long pieces. His eyes were frozenin a ghastly stare, and I saw that he’d died looking at Rosalie. My body moved forward even as my mindscreamed to run. Tracking through myvomit, I came to Rosalie’s side and fell to my knees amidst the blood and gore. Her exquisite face had been sliced to whereit was almost recognizable…only her eyes left undisturbed. I saw that some of her hair had been tornfrom her scalp and a horrendous notion took over. Someone had held her still as they slicedher…making her watch as the knife carved into her. Who’d died first, I wondered and knew it hadto be Emmett…he would have fought to the death…

My throat froze…the screams building in me with no avenuefor release. They clawed at me, keepingme incapable of movement. The smelloverwhelmed me finally…blood, torn flesh, my vomit…breaking through the shock.

Alice! Jasper! Edward! Oh God! Who was doing this?

“Bella, Thornewood Castle isn’t haunted.” Carlisle’swords came back to me as disturbingly maniac female laughter seemed to floatthrough the air.

It was mine.

I spun and didn’t want to think about the liquid that madeit easy, that I was grinding into my knees of my pants. Pulling myself to my feet, I left my bigbrother and perfect sister behind, tears streaming down my face at the unrealsituation in which I found myself, but I slammed into the wall as soon as Imade the hallway. I could have sworn Isaw a shadow pass at the end of the hall, and I turned to run in the oppositedirection.

Within a minute, I realized I was lost, having moved fromthe direction I should have gone, spooked by whatever it had been I’dseen. At another turn, I moved to theleft, seeing an open window…the curtains billowing in ghost like shimmers. The image was terrorizing and I lost theflight or fight battle, screaming at the gossamer image even as I headed awayfrom it.

Two double doors loomed ahead, and I plowed through them,hoping to find a way to lock the door. Itwas the main dining room. White tablecloths covered the round tables, and I stumbled into the first one beforeturning to see if I could lock the door. When I was finally able to throw the lock, I leaned against the doorsletting the sobs overwhelm me.

This couldn’t be happening… This couldn’t be happening… Ichanted wishing it to be true.

They were dead! Butchered! Who would do this tothem. Where were Jasper, Alice, andEdward? I couldn’t even consider what Ifeared. A hole opened in my chest, andit was all I could do to keep standing. Knowingwhere I was now, and how to get back to the rooms, I realized I neededprotection, something to defend myself with while I made my way back. We’d seenthe dining room when we were given the tour by the owners earlier in the day, Esmewanting to see the facilities in preparation for the caterers who would arrivein the morning.

ESME… the vision of her dead body thrown to the tiles of thepatio like trash, her mid-section mutilated ran through my head, and I began tothink I was going crazy. This couldn’tbe happening. But I’d felt her andCarlisle’s cold bodies…

A knife…I needed aknife. At least I’d have something touse. The doors leading to the industrialkitchen were at the back, and I ran across the room, barging into the large stainlesssteel dominated space.

It was there that I discovered the most horrific scene yet,my hysterical screams and sobs echoing throughout the cavernous area. Alice had been strapped into one of thechairs facing a stainless steel table. Jasper’s body twitched as I saw electricity arcing from a frayed electricalcord that had been strapped to the metal, his mouth open in a silentscream. Sliding across the floor, Ipulled the cord out and saw his body slump. Hoping that he wasn’t dead, I ran to him and placed my hands to hischest, but it was then that I saw Alice. Jasper was gone…but she wasn’t. She’d been gagged, and I saw her jaw working as if to push it away,although I didn’t know how she still breathed. Her eyes had been removed and placed on the table behind her – pointedtoward Jasper as if watching him – great tears of blood and tissue running downher face. Diving toward her, I tore the gag away for her to talk to me andshrieked when instead of the tortured voice I expected, huge Madagascar roachesraced from her mouth, falling out onto her chest and lap.

Edward! Where was he?I sobbed backing away from the horror before me. I slipped once before coming to the door, butthen I ran into a wall…of hot warm flesh. As the arm cinched around my waist, I attempted to spin but was pulledtightly into a prison of rock hard muscles.

“Good Evening, Bella,” the deep voice rumbled behindme. “Did you enjoy my gifts?”

“JAKE!” I gasped out, unable to believe what I was seeing orbelieving. “Jake, we gotta get out ofhere! Someone’s killing everyone. We’ve got to find Edward…now.”

“Edward! AlwaysEdward. Always getting in the way!” He began dragging me backwards, and the lastvision of Alice I saw was a final roach running from her mouth, skitteringacross her crimson stained cheek, and into her hair.

“Jake?” I murmured, understanding of my situation slowlycreeping in. “Where’s Edward?”

“Waiting for you…” he left off, pulling me up into his armsand beginning to stride through the dining room.

He pulled me hard into his body when I began to struggle.

“Jake, what are you doing? What have you done?”

“Hush, Bella. It’llall be okay in just a few minutes.”

When I began to scream for help, he clamped his big handover my mouth, covering half my face. Ikicked at his legs, but even though I connected with his shins, it was as if Ihadn’t touched him.

“Alice and Jasper were my finest…saved them for last since Iblame them the most for keeping you away from me. He had the audacity to threaten me when I triedto come for you. She supported him…tinylittle roach. Who do they think theywere taking what was mine?” he rambled.

It was then I notice the odd quality of his voice…the crazysound to it.

Bells, I’m worriedabout Jacob. He isn’t acting right sinceyou’ve been seeing that Cullen boy. Something is off… My fatherhad noted, his concern seeming ridiculous back then.

Charlie was right. Jake wasn’t Jake anymore. Heseemed almost possessed.

Dragging me back the way I came, he came to a standstill justinside the door to Emmett’s room.

“The blond bitch sneered at me, as if I was a big dumbIndian, and the ape of a man caught me unawares, beating me down. As he kicked me in the ribs, he told me thatyou were theirs. Theirs? You’ve always been mine, Bells. Always!”

I knew then where we were going next, and within just aminute he pulled me through the door toward the patio where I knew Carlisle andEsme remained. Through his hand, myscream sounded like a whimper, as we scared two raccoons away, who’d alreadybegan eating at Esme’s intestines.

“Tried to replace my family,” he mumbled. “Her with all her ‘motherly’ ways, and himwith his good heart. Wasn’t my dadenough, Bells? Did you have to have amother too, since Renee never really loved you?” he taunted.

His verbal brutality hurt, and probably would’veincapacitated me any other time, but I knew that his words were nothing incomparison to what was probably going to happen.

Edward…I hoped he’d gotten away, or that he was still asleepupstairs in his bed. Maybe if I agreedto go with Jake, he’d leave Edward alone. It was at least worth a try. Asthe tears for my second mother and father, sisters and brothers spilled over mycheeks, I hummed against his hand.

“Huh?” he replied as he pulled me into the hallway.

A hum again was my effort to let him know I wanted totalk. Finally, he lowered me to thefloor, but he’d made sure to hem me up in a corner. I spun to face him and backed up a foot fromthe crazy man that faced me. His longblack hair was straggly, almost matted, as if he hadn’t brushed it indays. His eyes seemed disconnected tothe world around us, and blood and other matter (which I didn’t even want toidentify) were splashed across his shirt. It had been ripped in places denoting the struggles that had been put upagainst him. I’d wondered just how he’dkilled them all so effortlessly, but then I saw the tazer in his hand. The women wouldn’t have been a struggle forhim, but Jasper, Carlisle, and Emmett weren’t weaklings. I guessed that he’d tazered the men first andthen subdued Esme, Alice, and Rosalie.

“Jake, you don’t want to do this…” I begged, walking to him,against all my better thoughts. When Itouched him, he slung his arm out and I screamed in pain, feeling the bones inmy wrist shatter.

“OH yes, I do!” he cackled. “I was willing to give you everything. EVERYTHING!” he growled. “But assoon as Pretty Boy showed his face in Forks, it was as if old Jake wasn’t goodenough anymore. He and his ‘better thaneveryone’ family and friends. I showedthem all, made them watch each other die. Now…” he growled out, the gleam in his eyes glowing almost demonic. “Now, it’s time to take you to your preciousEdward!” he spit out.

I swung at him with all my might, attempting to fight himoff, but he topped me by a foot and 100 pounds. It was a futile effort, and he caught my arms securing them behind myback. I almost screamed when he swung mearound and I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. My hair hung in clumps and blood wasstreaked across my cheek and clothing…compliments of the fall onto Esme andCarlisle, and Emmett and Rosalie, my face pale against the dark spread of myhair. I looked like a ghost.

“I’d planned to marry you, for us to have babies together,”he said harshly. “I waited for you! Kept myself pure so that we could come toeach other without stain. Do you knowhow it felt that night I saw the two of you naked through your window? To see him kissing you…touching you? I watched him fuck you, heard you call hisname out.”

Panic and fear washed through me…and disgust. To know that one of my most precious memorieshad been spoilt by a voyeur. Pulling methrough the door to the outside, he began to walk quickly across the ground,heading toward the trees. Deep sobsescaped me though when he brushed through the greenery to come to stand before,of all things, a life size chess set flanked by benches.

The moon shone brightly against the white and grey marble,the large chest pieces facing each other across the game board in the eternalstruggle. The true pawn, though, lay hog-tiedin middle of the marble.

Edward…

He was gagged, and his green eyes glittered brightly as theylooked at me, anger and rage evident in the way he struggled against the ropes.

Alive! Thank God hewas still alive!

Did he know what had happened to his family? How could he not? Just seeing me should be a sign, their bloodand tissues all over my clothes. Iwouldn’t tell him, though. We’d dealwith the aftermath after we taken Jake out.

“Do you know how poetic it was when Charlie let it slip thatDaddy Warbucks was bringing you here? Imean, to know that you would be visiting Rose Red, and that I wouldn’t be hereto hold you when you were scared? Icouldn’t stand it…so I began to make my plans.” He turned me slightly, and pulled my hands behind my back, and Istruggled when I felt the rope against my skin. Pushing me to the ground, he wrapped more rope around my ankles,securing me.

“JAKE! Please, I’lldo anything, if you’ll just leave Edward alone. I leave and go with you, anywhere.” Turning to him I pleaded as best as possible. “Jacob, look at me.”

He glanced down to me, his deep brown eyes jerkingspasmodically.

“Jake, please. Areyou going to kill me? Me? We’ve loved each other since we were like twoyears old. You are my best friend. Let Edward go, and I’ll be anything youneed.” I heard Edward’s swearing behindthe gag.

Jake’s eyes zeroed in on me, assessing me. He scanned mefrom head to toe, and I could see the lust appear in his eyes before he got tohis knees and then straddled me.

“Anything Bella?” he said just before grinding his mouthinto mine. I forced a reaction,tantalizing him as much as possible.

When he broke away, I thought he might take me then, sogreat was his excitement. I felt whatour kiss had done to him, pressed against my stomach.

“If only I thought that was real,” he murmured beforebackhanding me. I felt my lip splitopen, and heard Edward’s muffled roar and anger. He began jerking hard against the ropes, andI saw blood leaking from them.

“They only get tighter as you struggle,” Jake saidnonchalantly to him before turning back to me. “You would do it for him, wouldn’t you…leave him here and go away withme to insure that he survived. You’dgive up your happiness to make sure that he lived a long life. Too bad you never felt that way for me,Bella, but I have somebody now who does. Leah…she’ll protect me from the chaos that will come about when theyfind you here, and all the Cullens dead. She loves me so much that she’ll swearI was with her all night. You see, Idecided, when I mapped this out, to leave you alive…so that you can watch yourprecious Edward die a long and slow death, being eaten from inside by the firethat my poison will bring him. I have anice concoction of drugs that will slowly deal with you Bella. By the time they are through, your mind willbe like a five year old…only capable of remembering my little gifts to you…overand over…and over.

“Jake, PLEASE!” I begged as he rose, and my pleas infuriatedhim. He kicked me hard in the ribs. Pain flared out from my side, and I waspretty certain he’d broken some ribs.

But then, all of a sudden, Jake went down. Edward had wiggled close to us, while I’ddistracted him and had kicked his legs into Jake, making him fall. Before Jake could raise his hands to break hisdescent, his head hit the marble floor…he was out cold. Moving was agony, but Jake hadn’t hog-tiedme, so I was able to move quicker than Edward. Using my mouth, I worked at the knot of the bandana that Jake had usedto gag him. When it fell to the ground,Edward croaked out, “Bella! The others?”

I shook my head quickly and heard his gasp of pain.

“Turn over, so that I can work on your hands,” I ordered himand then began tearing at the rope that tied him. The blood from my cut lip and his wrists pouredinto my mouth, making me want to gag. I sobbed at the realization it was taking toolong, and Edward heard me.

“Bella, I love you,” he said softly, and it was all I neededto hear.

“I love you too, Edward,” I couldn’t help but saying beforetearing at the ropes again. I wanted tocry out in relief when I felt them loosen.

“Turn around,” Edward barked as soon as his hands were undone. “You first, in case you have to run!” heordered.

“No!”

“Bella, now!” he growled out, pulling me as gently to him aspossible. He cursed hearing my intake ofbreath at the pain.

I knew his hands must be almost numb from the way the ropeshad torn into his skin, but he was quick, and within just a few minutes I wasfree. “Now, you!” I cried, looking overto Jake’s still body.

Our hands interfered with one another as we tried, so I gaveup, letting him work at it, and I moved closer to Jake to look for thetazer. Realizing it was under him, Ihesitantly approached wanting to get to it and shock the shit out of him forgood measure.

“Bella, careful,” Edward hissed.

“’kay,” I said, just before the inevitable happened.

I’d seen enough horror flicks, and Jake pushing from theground just reminded me too much of Halloween…Michael Myers rising again andagain.

He twisted me into his embrace, and I felt my body jolt ashe hit me with the gun. Somewhere in myaltered state, I registered surprise that he didn’t just let me fall, but as helowered me softly, I saw Edward attempt to stand even with the ropes he hadn’tbeen able to loosen. Maybe if he hadn’thad those binding him and Jake hadn’t had the stun gun, it would have been afair fight, but as I watched, Edward got in a few licks before Jake hit himwith electricity and let him fall to the ground unceremoniously.

“Nice trick, Bells, but I gotta start getting out of here,”he said, looking up to the sky as he tied me again, but this time in the mannerhe had Edward.

Jacob went to a bag I hadn’t noticed and rummaged throughit. With horror, I watched him bring outtwo syringes. “I find it ironic that alittle internet research gives you so much information. Amazing what you can find,” he chuckled, andthat was when I realized just how truly crazy Jake had become.

He wasted no time sticking something into Edward, tying himagain, and then coming for me. I couldsense his need to leave as the dark began to lighten. I didn’t care now, knowing that there wouldbe no saving Edward, no us, nothing…

He attempted to get me to talk, but I just continued towatch the face of the boy I loved in horror, waiting for some sign of what wasto come. Finally after cursing at me, Jake unceremoniously stuck me harshly inmy arm, tied a bandana in my mouth, and went over to gather up his bag.

“Too bad you couldn’t figure out just which one of us wasbetter for you. Bye, Bells… It’s been nice knowing you.”

With those anticlimactic words, he left us, tied on the topof a chess set. I was sure there was somesymbolism there, but I was too scared to consider what it was. Twisting over to Edward, I moved to layagainst him, hoping that he might regain consciousness in time to save us…notthat I deserved it…I’d brought the monster down upon the family that loved me.

“Patient is non-responsive to stimuli, vegetative innature.”

“Isn’t she the sole survivor of that horrific Halloweenmassacre over at Rose Red years ago?”

“Thornewood Castle, not Rose Red. That was just the name ofthe movie.”

A snort echoed throughout the room.

“Why is she kept in the psych ward then?”

“Terrible nightmares where she attempts to attack anyonearound. The only time she speaks is whenshe screams…blood curdling ones…begging someone to kill her. Calls the boyfriend’s name outconstantly. His death was prettygruesome from what I understand. Theyfound her beside him, covered in his vomit. The acid he’d been injected with ate him from the inside out. Speculation is she watched it all. I personally can’t imagine that, the pictureswere horrific, his eyes boiled out of his head.”

“Did they ever catch the killer?”

“No, it is one of those unsolved mysteries. Poor thing, her father came to visit herevery week until he died a few years ago. Now the only person that comes is her best friend and his family. Poor guy, he’s an emotional wreck every timehe leaves. Last time I saw him, his wifesaid she refused to bring their grandchildren with them again, because itupsets him so to see Ms. Swan this way.”

~Blood Red~

“Bella, wake up…”

The voice called me, but I didn’t respond. In my head, Edward was still screaming, hisbody writhing in pain against me. Ibegged and begged and begged, but was shown no mercy. His screams seemed to go on for hours beforefinally something more sinister was heard…silence.

“Bella Swan, open your eyes, I know you can hear me.” Jake’svoice called me. He came every year, onHalloween, to remind me of the hell he’d brought upon my life…the hell I’dbrought on the Cullens. “Fine, but youknow I’ll only return again. They saythat your body is healthy…and that you’ll probably live many more years. How does it feel to remember, to know whatyou caused?” Then, as he did every year,he brought out the recording he’d taken of Carlisle and Esme…as Carlisle foughthim attempting to save our mother, Emmett’s grunts as Jacob pummeled his shocked body, Jasper’s words as hetaunted Jacob attempting to distract him, and Alice’s screams as he pulled hereyes from her.

How he managed to get me alone, without supervision to doit, I’d never know.

He’d left without recording Edward…afraid that the dawnwould bring help.

Thankfully, Edward and I had been able to tell each otherone more time that we’d loved each other…during those moments that the sweetpossibility of escape had seemed possible. For, as year after year of life continued around me, I was left withonly the memory of the words and the sounds of my love’s screams to keep mecompany until death came to claim me.

WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM

Talk about a scary place! This place looks like somewhere I’dlike to spend Halloween. Waverly Hills Sanitarium is considered to be one ofthe world’s most haunted places, and with good reason. I actually saw adocumentary on some ghost show years ago about it, and I always remembered thisplace. It’d be a pretty creepy (and fucking awesome) place to hang out at onenight.

Originally, it was a small one room schoolhouse calledWaverly school. When the Board of Tuberculosis bought the land and opened thehospital on July 26, 1910, they kept the name. It was supposed to house 40-50TB patients safely, back before antibiotics were used. It was widely believedthat the appropriate treatment for TB was lost of rest, sunshine, and freshair. Therefore, the sanitarium was set on top of a large hill to provide this.

The TB epidemic grew rapidly, and the hospital waseventually expanded to be able to house at least 400 patients, which is thestructure you see still standing today. It was opened in 1926 and continued tooperate as a tuberculosis center until 1961. When antibiotics were in invented,it was closed down, quarantined and renovated into Woodhaven Medical Servicesand remained a geriatrics center until it was closed by the state in 1980.

TB patients were lined in beds and windows were opened totry and treat their illness, but some of the more unlucky patients weresubjected to horrific experiments and procedures to try and cure them of TB. Someof them included trying to inflate the lungs and removing skin and bones tomake more room for breathing. In other words, considering the times, somepretty painful and inhumane shit.

During the years that Waverly Hills was used as aSanitarium, it is estimated that over 63,000 patients died. Sure, some of themlived through the horrible conditions that TB brought on, and even some of thelucky ones were able to make it through the horrible procedures that they were putthrough, but a good portion of the TB patients did not walk out of the doors.They were carried out through, what the staff called, the Body Chute.

Looking Down the Chute

The Body Chute was a long tunnel that was originally usedfor carrying supplies from the train up to the hospital itself, which sat atopa large hillside. When the epidemic became too great, the staff would use thechute to carry the bodies down instead of out the doors. That way the “living”patients wouldn’t see just how many people were dying daily/weekly in thehospital.

Bottom entrance to the Chute

After its close, stories started to spread about the placebeing haunted. There have been several shows and ghost hunting expeditions thathave traveled to Waverly Hills trying to find any paranormal activity. A simplegoogle or even YouTube search will provide you with lots of material to whatpeople have found over the years.

There are stories of a small girl who has no eyes, a boyplaying with a ball, and the infamous room 502 where it has been said that anurse haunts and asks people to leave. There are conflicting reports as to howthe nurse died. Some say she killed herself by hanging from the rafters afterfinding out she was pregnant. Others say it was the nurse who jumped to herdeath out the window.

Regardless, there is so much to tell on this place. There isso much information out there in regards to the creepy and haunting nature ofWaverly Hills and it’s a fun place to research, or even visit, on a lazy afternoon.

I myself have never been here, as I’m not really into thewhole ghost hunting supernatural thing, but I do find the history of it ratherfascinating. It’s the nerd in me I guess. If you’ve ever visited there, let meknow. I’d love to hear your stories.

There are tours being held by the current owners who areusing the money to help refurbish this piece of history. You can find moreinformation on their website.

http://www.therealwaverlyhills.com/

More information and awesome photo albums can be found here:

http://www.pbase.com/cowsgomoo/waverly_hills_sanitorium

We hope you've enjoyed this years Halloween post. Happy trick or treating, and make sure to bring a light with you. Never know when you might find yourself in one of these spooky places.

EdwardsChipper's rec

2011-10-25T00:43:00.005-04:00

Master of Darkness

BonesyBabe

Hellooooo all of you gorgeous, lickable, dark hoooors. Yes, I know, I’ve been a verrry naughty Temptress, and not in the hell yeah sorta way, derelict in a rec for you for quite some time. Suffice to say, RL has been an overbearing, PMSing, Amish virgin on my back lately, and for that, I apologize profusely.

*hangs head, highly anticipating the floggings*

By the grace of a fortuitous peek at Twitter this afternoon, I was lucky enough to catch the tweet that held the title Master of Darkness.

Master of Darkness?

Well hell…

Summary: There was no rhyme or reason to our passion...our partnership. He was the lion and I was the foolish lamb that chose to love him. He was my darkness, and I relished the freedom of that dark embrace. All Human/OOC/AU

Ok, so Edward, Darkness, and an M rating.

Mmmhmmm.

So I checked it out. It was the second paragraph of the first chapter that made me lick my lips:

If someone had told me even an hour before that my life would change that night I would have never believed them. I was one of those people who never experienced anything exciting, let alone life changing. Yet out of all the places he could have picked he selected mine. Neither of us knows why we let things go this long. I should have made that phone call when he told me I was free…should have made the run to safety like my brain screamed. But I stayed…and I've never regretted it since….I embraced the darkness that surrounded him – excepting it as my own.

The first chapter held me, and that’s saying something nowadays, but damn it all to hell, it was only one chapter.

*big wankin’ sigh*

But then lo and behold, this afternoon, another.

My side ached from the knife wound; stupid ass had somehow nailed me. But I had been through worse; if nothing my training had prepared me for everything imaginable. I still wasn't sure why I had selected this home; there was just a pull that had drawn me to here. Looking around I smiled when I realized what a perfect victim I had selected. A single female with obviously little or no friends. The rooms I had walked through showed a simple touch yet very little use. No one would miss this one.

annnnd an A/N that indicates weekly updates.

But then literally, as I’m typing that sentence above, a third!

*goes to quickly read*

A surprising revelation in the bio for Bonesy was that this fic was pulled, and is now being posted again, so I hope I’m not the last one to the party, although I often am, and all of you dark lovers haven’t already read this one. *looks around* From what I can tell from just three chapters, this looks right up all of our dark alleys.

Oh, and remember to leave our BB some dark hoor lurrrve in the form of a review too.

I’ll have to admit to you lovely, lascivious readers of this blog, I’ve had a hard time finding dark fics lately, so dammit, put your fingers to that keyboard already and gives us gals here on DT, and more importantly yourselves, something to read! Or, drop us an email and let us know if there’s something out there that we missed, highly improbably, but not impossible, and we’ll check it out! ;)

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…

Christmas With the Crazies Contest

2011-10-06T10:30:00.002-04:00

Christmas With the Crazies Contest

From the wicked minds of the Darkest Temptations we bring you another seriously twisted Christmas contest.

Last year, we brought you the Nightmare before Christmas Contest. This year, we want something as equally disturbing.

We're not just looking for dark and twisted characters... We want them insane, unstable, crazy, psychotic. We want your craziest Cullen's. Residents of the insane Asylum, the twisted doctors who work there, or those who should be locked away, but roam free in society to do their twisted bidding on the world. Mentalward, Hacksaw Jasper, Mad Scientist Carlisle, Body Part Collecting Esme. We don't care how you do it, but we want them crazy!

http://twiwrite.net/modules/challenges/challenges.php?chalid=13

So, here's what we want:

Please read ALL the rules before entering. These are important. If you break them, we will send Crazysper and Twitchella to your house to remove your toenails.

1. A Twilight character must be included as the central character (human or vamp) and they should be dark. Absolutely no fluff in this one. Canon, non-canon pairings and slash are acceptable.

2. Your One Shot must be Christmas themed. We want it to happen around the holidays, so please include Christmas time/themes somewhere in your story. It wouldn't be a holiday contest if it didn't.

3. Length must be 2500+ words with no max limit.

4. Lemons are not mandatory, but acceptable. We'd also like to see a strong plot. Seriously, we don't want stories with smut just because it brings on the smexy. We are looking for twisted, not hot, but we'll accept it "if" it goes with the storyline. Don't throw it in just for the sake of having a lemon. Mkay? Trust, we're pervs too, but we like a storyline with it.

5. Collabs are welcome.

6. Enter as many times as you'd like.

7. 18 and up only - if you are under 18, you may not enter. Sorry!

8. Use your best grammar and punctuation; it will be screened for entry. We want your fic to have the best possible chance. If we feel your grammar is not up to par, we will return it to you to rework. We're not grammar Nazi's, and know that people make mistakes, but too many will require it to be reworked.

9. You may extend your story (and we'd love to see that), but please wait until the contest is over. The One Shots must stay a One shot until after the winners are announced.

10. Your story must be a new o/s developed for this contest. It can not have been previously posted anywhere. If we find that it has been, we will disqualify it immediately. We want all new material.

11. Entries can only be posted to your account on twiwrite.net until after the winners are announced. If we are in voting and your fic goes up somewhere else, we will disqualify it. That's not fair to everyone else. We might be dark minions, but we like to be considerate.

12. Anything goes here. We don't care what you do with it, and be as dark and twisted as you like (we strongly encourage it, because there are no weak stomachs here). However, your story must follow the posting guidelines and TOS for TwiWrite.

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Important Contest Dates:

Entries will be accepted starting October 13, 2011 with a deadline of December 1, 2011, 11:59 Eastern Time.

Voting begins December 2nd and ends December 9th with winners announced on December 11th, 2011.

There will be two winning categories:

Public Voting Round

Blog Pick

Prizes:

Banner for contest winners

Author interview to be featured on the blog (www.darksper.blogspot.com) for the top winners in each category.

How to submit your entry:

You MUST include the following header on your entry when you post it:

(You can place this in the "Story Notes" section of your One Shot on TwiWrite)

Christmas With The Crazies Contest

Penname:

Title:

Word Count:

Summary:

Disclaimer:

Post your story to your twiwrite.net account and then e-mail us the link at darkesttemptations@gmail.com. We'll review your entry for grammar and punctuation. We'll provide constructive feedback if it does not meet requirements. You may resubmit your one shot after you make the corrections. We want you to have the best chance possible.

Once your o/s is accepted, it will be added to the TwiWrite Christmas With the Crazies Contest page.

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Please feel free to contact us with any questions.

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Above all, have fun with this! This is just a fun way for us lovers of the dark to have a little Christmas fun. Now, go forth, and show us what Christmas with the Crazies is really like.

Happy Birthday @Content1April

2011-09-30T11:08:00.000-04:00

We're celebrating a Birthday!

We'd like to extend a very dark and Happy Birthday to our own Temptress Content1.

April,

Thanks for coming onboard and putting up with all our craziness. We love having you here! We hope you have a special day filled with all of your deepest and darkest desires!

Love,

Steph

xoxo

Well, Well, Well, looky what we have here....

a birthday girl....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY APRIL!!!!!

It takes a good person to do all you do. I haven't known you long but I feel close to you.

You've got a dark little heart like the rest of us and for that we are grateful to have

you as a Temptress.

Enjoy your day and make someone a slave for the day, you deserve it.

Love,

Kitten

April, my lovely little love muffin...

I hope you have a fabulous birthday. I'm sorry about about almost forgetting, but I do hope that you will except this peace offering...

That's right! Your very own perv pass. You have a lifetime membership. Use it wisely. We only have so much bail money. Enjoy your and my little darkling. And now that you are so very special to me.

Love,

Izzy

Author Interview

2011-09-30T08:00:00.004-04:00

This week I was lucky enough to do a fic recommendation for Stolen Souls by Nayarit. She was kind enough to do an interview for me!

Tell us a little about yourself.

Um, let's see. I'm 26. I was originally from Mexico, then my family immigrated to the US when I was 13. After high school, I joined the military. I've been deployed everywhere, ground as an HM for the Marines (when I signed up I didn't know that the Marines didn't have their own medics) and at sea my earlier years as an SN with the Navy. I'm out now, looking to use my GI Bill here soon and go back to school. I daydream more than anyone ever should, and I'm like deathly afraid of leaving potatoes in dark spaces, because it's sprouting freaks me out! I have a little Yorkie named Tuna. She's my flopping fish, and the perfect writing companion.

Why did you start writing FF?

Well, I've been putting my daydreams to paper all my life and loved it. I'd written lots of original fiction before I saw Twilight. I saw the movie before reading the books. AS it turned out the first movie released in the states in theaters on my birthday! Anyway, then I read the books and I was totally enamored with Carlisle. So I wrote a dark piece about him before I even knew what fanfiction was, just a short four chapter story. Well, when I finally read Breaking Dawn I wasn't a fan, and that's putting it lightly. I went to Goodreads to read reviews about it, to see if I wasn't the only one that was left disappointed, and on one review they were talking about how it read like bad fanfiction. Not knowing what fanfiction was I googled it. And here we are!

How did you come about writing this story?

Oh, Stolen Souls. My baby. This story I've been working on a long time, it's very dear to me. The muse came from the movie Eastern Promises. I had felt SO bad for the girls in this movie, the prostitutes, and then my mind just wandered. I saw a scene. A scene that hasn't happened in the story yet, so I can't really give it away, ate away at me and I just couldn't stop seeing this "movie" in my head. I wanted to tell the story. But then I wanted to backtrack, since I can say that the entire scene is the climax and action-filled, and I wanted to know how these characters, the girls and then the guys who didn't even belong in this world got there. That's how all the POVs came about, because there were all these people in that scene that didn't belong there, and I needed a way to show how all of these characters came crashing together. And the story just started building.

OH, P.S. If you've never seen Eastern Promises, you should check it out. It's an incredible movie!

You have painted a very unique and different picture with our Twilight characers? What made you decide to portray them in the way you did?

Have I? Hehe. Sometimes you just never know, I hope so though.. :) In all honestly, when this all started, I saw the scene above, and then the rest of the events it took to get there. So I had a plot all mapped out, but no real sense of who the characters were. I knew that the two main girls were always Bella and Alice and that they would be sisters, so then their love interests were obviously going to be Edward and Jasper. But from there it was all a toss up. And so what I decided to do with all the characters was to try and keep them, at their core, as canon as possible. Just sort of put them in my world and my rules. So I really strive to give them the same traits the canon version of their characters have, and that helped influence the choices I made with each of the characters. Of course there are characters like Demetri and Tanya, that aren't as fleshed out in canon, and so they're more my imagination than anything. But I'd like to think that if all the canon characters were human, playing by my rules, and in my world, Stolen Souls would be the result.

What are some of your favorite FF stories?

Oh, gosh. Let's see. Well, the fanfic that started it all for me is The Teenage Angst Brigade by Jandco. I think it's quite brilliant. It's AH and set in high school. My all-time favorite fanfic is Tracking Redemption by shoefreak37. It's AU and slash (Edward/Demetri) and I can't explain how good this story is, the plot, the romance, the redemption! And A Century of Waiting by LJ Summers. It's only a one-shot but it moves me beyond tears until there is like this gaping hole in my soul. It's AU-Edward never came back after New Moon, but not everything is how he thought he left it. It's the Jacob in that one that destroys me.

Who are your favorite authors?

Jandco is amazing. She feeds my AH side. LJ Summers's work is vastly under appreciated. She lets my inner wolf girl free. Giselle-lx is beyond words. There isn't anyone would can capture canon Carlisle like she can.

Do you have any advice to those who are just starting out in the FF world?

Just dew eet! :) I know it's scary and nerve-racking, but don't let any "what ifs" you may have stop you from doing something you may discover you love. If you have a story or prompt in your head and you want to let it out, go ahead. There will ALWAYS be someone out there in the market for the type of story you want to tell, and they'll be so happy that you've decided to share.
Oh and review reply. You'll never know who you'll meet that way. A future beta! A best fandom friend! A banner maker! A pre-reader! Someone who wants to pimp out your work! Your readers are your most precious commodity, and any relationship you develop with them is always worth the time.

Do you have any plans to write any more dark stories? If so, please share some details!

I do! I'm actually working on my next big WIP. It's called Curse of the Ninth. And I'm hoping to have it out and posting soon! It's canon-AU. But very AU in the sense that the world has become post-apocalyptic. In this world vampires are out of hiding and the rulers, owning humans. This means most are dark and in touch with their inner monster. A group of humans has formed a resistance to fight back against the vampires, because they've discovered that they also have the ultimate weapon.

Do you have a website, moderate any forums or contests? If so, tell us about them?

I'm currently co-hosting the The Twilight of Craigslist Contest, along with Wonderwallthefirst and InYourHonor1211. We're already accepting submissions! So come write for us. I also head up the fandom birthday calendar at Twific News, and don't want to leave anyone out. So head on over there and leave me your birthday!

How can readers reach you?

My readers can reach me via PM on FFN or PM on A Different Forest (I'm there like every day. I'm the loudmouth!). Or you can find me on twitter @nayaritism. I think I'm pretty accessible.

Please visit Nayarit's other stories:

First fanfic I ever wrote: Willingly, I Take Whatever You Have to Give

The events of 1921 happened differently. And it's changed everything and affected Carlisle, Edward, and Esme in a way that none of them expected . . . least of all Carlisle. Very dark, very OOC, AU-VAMP, with a little lemonade. Told through Esme's eyes.

Twilight - Rated: M - English - Suspense/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,940 - Reviews: 20 - Updated: 10-25-10 - Published: 10-20-10 - Carlisle & Esme - Complete

I knew Edward cared deeply for me. He loved me as his mother. I imagined that if my son had survived he would be something like Edward. I knew that it destroyed him to watch me suffer. But the truth was that Edward understood nothing of my suffering. He may have been an older vampire than me, but the fact of the matter was, he was still but a young man of seventeen. He was a child.

Edward could never understand my reasoning and the ways of the world; experiences that only life could teach you and Edward had yet to live. He may have known Carlisle longer than I, but he had no known Carlisle like I had.

Gently tugging his chin, I gave a week and loving smile as I let go. My tender eyes pleaded with him silently. Placing my left hand back under the soft white towel, I turned to head toward the bath.

"I may not understand your reasons, Esme, but you are wrong. I know Carlisle, and that . . . THAT is not Carlisle."

Without turning back, I stopped briefly and grabbed the towel tighter as I took an unnecessary and heavy breath. Good night Edward. Please don't worry on my behalf. I hate that our pain hurts you as well.

I continued walking through the bathroom to the back as I heard Edward slam the door, cursing so quietly that a human would have missed it. But I hadn't.

My entry in the Canon Tour pre-Twilight round: The Wicked Wind Whispers and Moans

Carlisle would never know the vampire that changed him . . . that vampire made certain of it. It was that vampire's secret to carry forever, even when fate would bring them together again. Canon-AU/Pre-Twilight/One-shot/Mystery/My TheCanonTour Entry.

Twilight - Rated: T - English - Mystery - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,875 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 9-16-11 - Carlisle - Complete

The attack had come from behind, far too fast to have ever been prevented. The young man was walking back towards the entry to the alcove, intent on escaping the horrors before him, when those eyes leapt behind him, their arms latching on to the young man's and pinning him to the frozen chest of his reaper . . . his Shakespeare; the only true Shakespeare, who didn't write fictional characters, but created them.
Those eyes were Shakespeare. Those eyes were the true mother. Those eyes were the true father.

Those eyes were God himself.

My current four-chapter WIP, it's very dark: Wind Beaten Tree

Patient is underweight, pallid, and stares through hollow brown eyes. Patient is non-responsive. Patient is in her third trimester. Patient says that "it's impossible." "What do you remember?" Canon-AU/10year after Eclipse/Alternate-Breaking Dawn/Mystery

Twilight - Rated: M - English - Angst/Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,490 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 9-6-11

She stared out the window to the right of the room. It was snowing. She wondered when it stopped being summer. Forks had some very cold winters, but she figured because she was always cold, that that was why she couldn’t tell the difference.
Outside, the trees were naked. Alone. Bare. Open to the freezing elements, thin, contorted limbs thrashing about, breaking, and bending over to the vicious winds and letting it abuse them. She wondered if that window was actually a mirror.

My first attempt at slash. Love the way this turned out: Forever Changed

In May 1960, Edward Cullen is scarcely living through his immortal existence. But that's all about to change when he catches the enthralling thoughts of a young man, Jack Twist, camping. CANON-BBM & TWI/AU-VAMP/SLASH/M-LEMONS

Crossover - Brokeback Mountain & Twilight - Rated: M - English - Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 16,529 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 11-19-10 - Edward - Complete

But that brought the most troubling of thoughts to the forefront of Edward's mind. Some of Jack's dreams were confusing, and not just to Edward. Jack was at a point in his life when he felt the most confused. And Edward knew, from the timbre and theme of some of Jack's dreams, that this was the biggest reason Jack felt trapped.
Jack didn't feel normal. Jack felt guilty . . . he felt wrong.

Many of these troubling dreams were similar. He was at school, in town, a rodeo, or at the local bar and he found some beautiful woman to entertain him for the night—in some instances only a brief hour. But while his body drove into the willing warmth of the women of his dreams, Jack imagined a faceless young man from the ranch. What started off as a woman morphed into masculine grunts and a thick, musky scent. It bombarded Jack's senses, and he was drowning in a river where he wanted to be submerged but feared what would happen.

Soon it was the young man who was driving into Jack's willing warmth. And Jack was more than willing. It always seemed that Jack, in his dreams, couldn't reach climax unless he envisioned the broad torso and sculpted shoulders of this faceless man . . . of a man. It excited Jack and he craved the hard chest against his back, strong hands digging into his hips. These were the thoughts that plagued Jack most.
Edward, unlike Jack however, had a much different belief on the entire situation. Which would have been shocking knowing his past as a respectable youth of the nineteen hundreds, but it was Edward's years as an immortal that changed his perception on the morality of humans.

And the most disgusting and hilarious thing I've ever written: Lord of HIS Ring

While hunting in the Misty Mountains, Edward Cullen finds something he never expected: an epic romance against all the odds. A TOTAL CRACK!FIC collaboration with Pinballwizard92.

Warning: Love's never been this mucosal. VAMP-AU/AU-LotR/HUMOR
Crossover - Lord of the Rings & Twilight - Rated: M - English - Parody/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 6,159 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 6-6-10 - Gollum & Edward - Complete

Like a horny, lovesick idiot, I spoke the first words that came to my mind. "Hello . . . my name is Edward Cullen. Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself before . . . ." I drifted off but my mind finished the sentence for me, because I couldn't. You were just too perfect; I forgot to speak and the saliva—venom—building like my desire for you would have probably choked me. And now I'm babbling.
It was then, lost in my own thoughts, that I realized I couldn't read his mind. Nothing had ever been so refreshing. The silence alone of this amazing creature's mind was enough to captivate me completely.

I appraised the vision in front of me. There was something incredibly dazzling about the small creature and when my stare caught his very wide, bluey—almost iridescent—eyes I was left with a lump in my throat.

That was when the scent hit me again. Stale . . . rotten . . . fish . . . earth . . . perspiration . . . mouthwatering. My eyes raked over his contorted form, his protruding bones, his practically hairless body . . . his loincloth. I couldn't stop the reaction that stirred in me harder; the way my eyes blackened from a different hunger; the way venom pulled in my mouth—at oceanic amounts; the clenching of muscles that hadn't tightened in years.

Content1's Cravings

2011-09-27T08:00:00.002-04:00

Stolen Souls by Nayarit
"V moem mire spasenie prihodit v grobu."

In our world salvation only comes in a coffin.

As Nayarit describes the story in her first chapter – “This is a story about finding salvation when it's least expected, when you might not even know you need it and when the form it comes in isn't what you may have wanted. It is told from a multitude of various points of view because each character is essential to understanding the story line, plot, and interactions with the other characters. It gives it a fun twist, to tell a story from the people who live it, as they live it through each other. Everything happens for a reason, and everyone is twisted together—and through their eyes we see it all unfold. There's A LOT of twists and turns, some that will be expected and some that will come out of left field.

We meet Bella and Alice Swan, whose souls have been stolen—metaphorically—and their rise and fall to their own type of redemption. Bella and Alice are sisters, though not biologically. Both are dancers at the strip club Novolunie. Tragic events of their past thrust them into homelessness when they were just fourteen years old, the same year that they were thrown into the underground world of dirty money, sex, and drugs. They have an unbreakable bond and are each other's only reason for survival. But one night, when a bachelor party of seven shows up at the club, everything changes.

What is the stable? And why would escaping cost Bella and Alice their lives? Will these two stolen souls find a way out of the storm? And when their bond is tested, in a way that neither anticipated, when secrets are revealed that pit sister against sister, will they survive?

Edward Cullen is a recent medical school graduate working in a busy Chicago hospital Emergency Room. He's had a very privileged upbringing, but yet he's dealt with depression and loss - a loss that has haunted him since he was seventeen years old. When he met Tanya Denali in college, he thought that he had found everything he needed, but what he failed to realize was that sometimes you couldn't move on if you didn't face the sins of your past. How will a sin from his past and a sin from his present change him? How will he ever be able to fix the damage he's done and find his own happiness?

Jasper and Rosalie Whitlock moved to Chicago with their family when they were fourteen and twelve, respectively. They have a love-hate relationship that has lasted as long as they can remember. Both live together as roommates in a northern Chicago condo. Jasper is content in his life, but can't help feeling that something is missing. Rosalie has started drifting away from Jasper and he doesn't understand it. What secret is Rosalie hiding from Jasper, and what will happen once it's revealed? When Jasper meets a waitress at the strip club the night of Edward's bachelor party he can't get her out of his mind, but will he be able to sustain a relationship that is doomed from the beginning . . . one that could cost him his life?

Emmett McCarty is a bouncer at the club Novolunie. He's a laid-back guy who was thrown into the Russian Mafia's world of underground sex, dirty money, and drugs by accident. As an outsider, he is given plenty of leeway; but leeway that forces him to stay, no matter what secrets he learns. Will he be able to deal with the weight of that on his conscience? What secrets is he privileged to? And what about the new dancer at the club that he starts dating, what is she hiding from him . . . or what is he hiding from her?”

What follows is a tale so dark and twisted that I struggle at times to keep up with my own theories about what will happen next. This shouldn’t be construed to be a negative, but a positive. I LOVE stories that challenge me, and Nayarit’s little foray into the land of the Russian Mafia fulfills that challenge. So yes, in addition to the characters above, we meet Aro and his henchmen…who own and operate the strip club that Bella and Alice are “possessed” by. Yes, I used the word possessed correctly…for in a world of white slavery our girls have become entangled.

I won’t give away too much of the story, because I really hope that you make the time to go over and give Stolen Souls a read, but I was so captured by a scene in the last chapter that I had to put this up here. Bella has been beaten literally senseless by Demetri for going against the club’s and business’ rules, that in her delusions she is remembering the past, and it is in this chapter that we see what has brought the innocent little girl so low. But what choked me were her remembrances of her father. Charlie soft spot here…

"Baby . . . look at me." My one working eyelid twitched; my blue lips trembled, causing new blood to flow into my mouth from trying to tear them apart. The old blood had fused them together, or they were already cracking from the cold and dehydration.

Somehow I heard myself respond. Whether it was out loud or in my head, I couldn't tell, only that I felt the warm air from my breath trying to claw through the confinement of my lips. "I can't see."

"You can, baby, just look up. I'm right here." And sure enough he was, as beautiful as the day I'd last seen him. For the first time in a long time, my heart breathed a sigh of relief; my whole body lifted, as if finally weightless, and I tingled all over. He hadn't changed at all. There was still a twitch to the right side of his mouth when he talked, almost as if his mustache were a marionette controlled by his words. Those brown eyes—God, I loved those brown eyes—looked at me with all the love in the world, so much like Alice's that you'd swear they were blood related. There was never anything but love in his warm stare; it was like melted brownies on a cold, lazy Sunday.

And I'd been freezing for so long.

What does this story promise you? Good twist and turns, sex (she was nominated for a Golden Lemon award Summer 2010 for Best Kiss), angst, darkness, and suspense. This story is not for the faint hearted, but if you love a good psychological read…go over and read Nayarit’s masterpiece. Tell her I sent you!

Dark Fems Fic Rec; Play Date by darkNnerdy

2011-09-20T08:30:00.000-04:00

Play Date by darkNnerdy

Happy Tuesday! Where I am right now, it’s grey and wet and cold. But, it’s all so very fitting for the little tidbit of nasty that I will be sharing with you today. We have, once again, been treated to another wonderful insight into the twisted thoughts and writings of darkNnerdy. For my rec this week, I am asking you all to go treat yourself to a bit of Darkella that is shared with us in ‘Play Date’. Awe, it sounds so sweet, doesn’t it? It even has a kitty in it. And it doesn’t even eat the dead bodies! Or, at least, I don’t think it does...for the correct answer to that we have to wait for the last instalment of this two shot.

This AH adventure starts off with Isabella in a doctor’s office, well, a psychiatrist to be exact. She’s being evaluated for her potential threat to her husband and society as a whole. Personally, I think she should be locked up and unleashed on the less than savoury characters that colour our society...but then, I don’t have the necessary qualifications to make decisions like that. <ponders for a moment> Whiiiich, is probably a good thing.

Anyway...

She is scary, cold, calculating...someone that no one would want to meet, or if they did would run screaming and lock themselves in the first safe room they came too. Yeah, she ain’t no ball of sunshine. More like the cold winter that would follow nuclear holocaust.

This won’t be for everyone, but then what is? But it is a brilliantly dark piece of writing, one that I have read a few times now before deciding to rec it this week. DarkNnerdy treats us to her usually cool brand of insanity in this calm and collected, wholly psychotic and rather disturbing first chapter. I truly believe that this is something that everyone should experience at least once <smiles sweetly>

So I say now....go give it a try, if you’re on this blog I would wager that you’re gonna love it!! I certainly did, and am waiting with baited breath for the next and last chapter. Go shower her with bloody love and sociopathic encouragement. Now! Or I’ll send Isabella after you, and don’t you think that I won’t!

Enjoy!!

We Will Never Forget

2011-09-11T10:44:00.000-04:00

Picture created by Hylian-guardian

Today, Americans remember the attack on our country ten years ago. We mourn the lives that were lost to the evils of this world, and our prayers go out to their families. They will forever be missed.

On that day, the bravery of our people was seen in the eyes of the firefighters, policeman, and everyday people as they rushed to help the fallen. It was on this day that we showed our enemies that we wouldn't take this lying down. We will protect our own, and will fight for our freedom. We will not be destroyed.

As our hearts mourn, we will remember this day forever; the day that we stood up and united, the day we showed that we're proud to be Americans.

We will never forget.

Red Cross Donations needed for Texas Wildfires

2011-09-05T22:25:00.001-04:00

This picture was sent to us by one of our affiliates to show the damage that these fires are causing.

Donations to the Red Cross are desperately needed to help the victims of the Texas wildfires. Most of the fires are completely out of control, several miles wide, and jumping rivers & highways. Tens of thousands of acres have burned and hundreds of homes have been lost in the Austin area, while dozens more burn around the state.

Below you can find more information through our affiliate on how to donate and the wildfires. Please help spread the word. Our thoughts are with the residents of Texas.

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What's Cullen818 Reading?

2011-08-30T09:28:00.000-04:00

Hello everyone! I feel like I haven't been here in dark ages! My RL has been keeping me really busy and I've been remiss on my reading. But, now that summer vacations are over and the terrors are heading back to school I hope to get back into the swing of things because there are so many amazing stories out there that I can't wait to sink my teeth into. (Yes, I went there.)

As nuts as the past few months have been, I must admit there are three stories that still have me dropping everything to read. They are all very different and each one features a different Cullen man in his dark, frightening, troubled glory. I believe each one of them have been rec'd here by either me or one of my disturbingly beautiful blog cohorts, but they are all such fantastic pieces of brilliance that I didn't think it would hurt for me to revisit them and tell you why they own me. Also, in each story they are human which to me makes them even more scary then when they are vamps. Something about a flawed, dangerous, domineering man does it for me.

All three stories are deep and contain mature not so pretty themes, but if you're here reading what we're rec'ing we probably don't have to worry about that.I just wanted to mention it.

A Beautiful Sorrow by DreamOfTheEndless

Carlisle/Bella

Edward/Bella

Summary - Bella worshiped Carlisle, so when he proposed she didn't think twice before accepting. But then she met Edward, her fiancé's half brother & the other part of her soul. Will they be able to survive the consequences of their betrayal?

Carlisle is the older dominating man in this story. He becomes enthralled with the beautiful, innocent young Isabella. He's intoxicated by the very presence of her and is high on the way he makes her feel. She looks up to him and worships him and while he knows it would be much easier to walk away from the very beginning, he can't.

Let's just say, I'm glad he didn't run in the opposite direction because then we would be denied this brilliant story. This is a slow building plot. The writing is flawless and will draw you in from the very beginning. As anxious as I am to see exactly how Bella and Carlisle got to where they are when the story begins, the flashbacks are just as intriguing. Learning Carlisle's back story explains so much and I think it'll end up being the key to everything.

Learning to Kneel by SneakySnarkySubs

Jasper/Bella

Summary - Bella finds herself ripped from her everyday life and specially selected and sold to Jasper Whitlock. Will she give in to him and his dark world in every way imaginable? Or will she resist and try to get back to her own? A/H Dark/Dominant/OOC

Oh Jasper! Its not only Bella you scare in this story. I find myslef terrified of him after every chapter. He's chilling and menacing, but I always manage to see that signature smirk coming through in the writing.

This story simmers to the point of eruption! I can't take it anymore! And, believe that's a good thing. A good writer always leaves you wanting more and SneakySnarkySubs delivers with every chapter. This is by far my ALL TIME favorite Jasper and I like to think I know Jasper. lol

Learning To Kneel is a process that can't be rushed. The authors are setting an epic story line and you can feel the emotion and character development in every sentence. Nothing is happening by accicent here. Each installment is well thought out and you just know its all going to climax out of control! God help me when it does!

Fold Your Wings by Jadalulu

Edward/Bella

Summary -"The liberties he assumes with my body should enrage me, anger me beyond my own sanity. But its just not that simple." Encounters born of need. Consequences neither saw coming.

Umm, yeah! This one is EXPLOSIVE! When you first start out you may find yourself saying, "What the hell wis Bella thinking?" But through the amazing writing, you'll see desperate people, do desperate things and sometimes life takes us places we never would've imagined. I never would've imaged feeling the way I do about this Edward now that the story has really moved forward.

I don't believe I've ever read a more troubled version of Edward and now that the certain plot twists are being revealed I find myself totally getting where he was coming from. This fic is deep and isn't for the faint of heart. Its not a love story and you won't feel warm and fuzzy after reading it. But, its thought provoking and always leaves me wanting more. My twisted little mind has me holding out for hope too! I hope I get it. ;)

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Well, that's all I got for today. If you're reading something deliciously dark and you'd like to see it rec'd here, leave me a comment and tell me what it is about that particular story that won't let go.

Journey To the Dark Side with Izzy PROMPTS!!!

2011-08-26T12:43:00.000-04:00

And, I fail again. Like... super fail...

Yeah, so, with that fail, I am giving you prettehs, or dark... stuff to look at. I totes forgot this was my week. Posting for Miss Content1 last week through me off. lol So, I apologize for missing Tuesdays rec.

Now, here's some stuff to hopefully get your dark, creative juices flowing. A little picture prompt post. Have fun and maybe a plot bunny will be born.

Why are foggy bridges all creepy?

I'd love to live here.

For the record, this picture blow up, kinda freaks me out. THAT'S a real vampire!

(snort) I thought she was pole dancing.

How lovely.

And WTF are we doing with this?

(snorts)

SURPRISE!!!

The dorky serial killer, because seriously, dude needs a better mask.

(sighs) I miss old school horror.

There ya go. I hope this helped bring some inspiration to your writing. Now, go. Write us something wicked. Mwhahahahaha!

Content1's Cravings

2011-08-19T17:15:00.006-04:00

Garden of Good and Evil

The Bible (and no I’m not going to become a thumper and preach – although I have a strong belief system) states that the root of all evil is the love of money (1 Timothy 6:10). It would seem with the current economic crisis, plunging stock markets, and layoffs that perhaps this is the truest of statements, and I won’t contend that. I have spent many worrisome nights lately contemplating my and my family’s fate should I lose my job, as many have done. I can’t even fathom being homeless with six kids….

However, I think that evil really has a much more personal side.

But first, let me digress. I am a Dark Temptation – tried and true. I am grateful that Izzy allowed me to contribute to this blog and gave me the opportunity to spread my wings. I like dark stories. I’ve written dark stories…and yes, many of the stories I’ve written or read contain truly evil characters. I have a twisted fascination with these characters for many reasons I won’t go into on a public forum. Suffice it to say, I work with these types of creatures every day. It is nice to have an outlet. I know that not everyone feels the same; however, I defend an author’s rights to write the stories they choose – that’s part of being American and YUP we have a first amendment that gives us the right to do so. I won’t digress into that conversation because our illustrious Izzy has done it much more eloquently than I could.

THIS IS NOT A RANT ABOUT DARK STORIES OR EVEN THE PEOPLE THAT DON’T LIKE THEM.

The evil I am talking about here isn’t the characters we read about or even the evil that they participate in…what I’m talking about here is the evil that resides in each of us and the things we do or do not do every day.

Edmund Burke said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” Why do we do nothing when we see the things that occur around us every day? Is it that we don’t think we should interfere? Is it that we don’t want to take the time to interfere? Or is it that we don’t know how to interfere? Since most of our stories originate from a tale about a vampire and his Love, why don’t I quote one of the Queens of Vampirism? Anne Rice said in Interview with a Vampire, “Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.” How true.

It is hard to do what is right sometimes.

I think Charles Baudelaire, a French poet who helped translate many of Edgar Allen Poe’s works (yes – I should have known my leanings as a child, considering that man was one of my favs), put it wisely when he wrote, “Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.”

I believe that true evil starts from our inability to act. Or as Hemingway put it, “all things truly wicked start from an innocence.” Sometimes the innocence is that we do nothing. Sometimes it is that we do the wrong thing. Or, as Sophocles wrote, “All concerns of man go wrong when they wish to cure evil with evil.”

SO…..

What is my point to all this you ask?

Without going into too much detail about my life, I will reveal that I work with large numbers of children and families. In the last two years, many of these individuals have been faced with a new reality – joblessness, homelessness, and need. Many of these individuals have never had the “Joy” of navigating the social services systems or even asking for help. It is difficult for me to see hungry and ashamed little faces every day. Yet, that is exactly what is happening and in alarming numbers.

Beauty of the Soul

This post is really about what I should call the Beauty of the Human Soul. I was sharing with my other Temptations something that recently happened that rejuvenated my belief in the inherent goodness of man…and Iz suggested I share as a post. Do something a little different…
SO…here goes.

Where I live and work has faced significant changes due to the economy. One in five houses is in foreclosure and one in five residents are in personal bankruptcy. This is a SIGNIFICANT change to what we’d faced for many years of being one of the fastest growing communities in America. Many individuals aimed high to get their kids in good communities and schools, but didn’t plan well for the future. I can’t imagine what it is like to be those adults, but I encounter the little faces of their decisions or ill fate every day.

Knowing the mounting need that we would be facing, I sent a call out to our small community begging for help early this spring. I was hoping to get a few backpacks full of supplies from churches and local business, to help offset the need as we saw it. I’ve personally witnessed what it was like for children to come to school with nothing. My hopes…just a few bags…just a few pencils and pens for kids to walk into their new classrooms this year.

To say I’ve become jaded with the lack of generosity of the human race is an understatement. In my evilness, quite honestly, I’d given up. I was sent a very clear message. I received a call that the community would like to do a back to school event this fall and allow us to send needy families. They rented a pavilion and indicated that they would have some fun activities. We were given advertisement for free and the pavilion ran a message on their marquee. My husband, my six kids, my homeless liaison, and I arrived on an absolutely blazing hot Saturday to an absolutely wonderful surprise. 2000 fully stocked backpacks, lunch for everyone who came, free haircuts, free ice creams, free bouncy rides, free water slides, and numerous other things that I couldn’t even begin to tell you about. Over 1600 backpacks were given away that day, and I was given the others to bring back and distribute as needed. In addition, the group gave us around $3500 to utilize as needed for kids. Ten hours later, I arrived home, dirty, tired, cranky, but absolutely rejuvenated in the human spirit.

That was just the beginning of what the community has done. Once aware of the needs, the agencies have arranged a donation of free food for over 500 families, and multiple other donations to cover school related expenses. They are beginning the drive for Christmas and although I know that they may or may not have the means to do it all…

…what a wonderful, unexpected, testament to the human spirit.

As I watched that day as child after child accepted a backpack and THANKED the individuals giving them, I was reminded of a little known book, film, and resulting phenomenon Pay It Forward. What wonderful things these little minds may do…all because someone cared.

For once, real evil didn’t win.

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So here is my Pay It Forward. To Izzy, Steph, Gemma, Kitten, Chipper – I luff you! Thanks for being my support and encouraging me. – and letting me post late because I’ve been CRAZY! Iz thanks for covering me on Tuesday when I just couldn’t get my SHIT together. I am forever in your debt and will promise you the sky (keep your mind out of the gutter – or at least make it REALLY REALLY fun).

To anyone one else who may read this…let me know what you’ve seen lately that convinced you not all is lost.

“The small man thinks that small acts of goodness are of no benefit, and does not do them; and that small deeds of evil do no harm, and does not refrain from them. Hence, his wickedness becomes so great that it cannot be concealed, and his guilt so great that it cannot be pardoned.”

CONFUCIUS

Happy Birthday @JasperCullen818

2011-08-18T02:13:00.001-04:00

That's right! Another Temptress with a birthday this week. We want to wish her an awesome day with lots of love and happiness. Normally, we'd send out cases of liquor and do a collection for bail money, but Steph is actually the good one out of the lot of us. Guess we'll just have to drink it ourselves and hope she has enough bail money to get us five out.

We love you, Steph, and promise to pay you back... one day.

~DT~

Happy Birthday, Steph!

You’re the ‘good one’ out of all of us, although I have noticed that you’re slipping more into the darkside as each email and post goes along BWHAHAHAHAH. We’ll get you corrupted good and proper soon, my pretty!

*Cue witches cackle*. I think my kids have been making me watch The Wizard of Oz one too many times.

Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day, I wish you all the Jackson goodness that you can get your hands on (and lips, tongue, teeth on and legs around...among other parts. *snickers*).

Love, hugs, sloppy kisses and birthday spanks,

GemmaLisaX

~DT~

Friend, Author, Mentor, Mother, Daughter, Wife... the names you carry are nothing compared to the love you share with us all. You are a great person, inside out and top to bottom. I for one am grateful I have the honor of calling you a friend and a mentor. Without you there would be no me.

I love you and hope you have a great birthday.

*blows kisses*

Kitten

~DT~

STEPH! My love, my goddess of smut and bondage. Happy Birthday my sweet! Sending a little pretty to you! Hope you have like the best of days!

Love, Content

~DT~

STEPHHHHHHHHHHH!

Is it really your bday again? Srsly? I think the last time we did this, I'd just joined you gals on DT!

Let's see, what have I learned about you over that year...

1) Yeah, you really are that nice. ;)

2) You do love Edward, though just not as much as me.and

3)... this being the most important of all...You can, and DO, actually say fuck.

Have a wonderful bday, Darling, and thanks for all the fuckery we've shared in the past year. Mwah!

Chipper

~DT~

Steph!!!!

My dear, sweet minion. Here we are again celebrating another year gone by. Where did the time go? Has it really been almost 3 years? (sniffles) I am so very lucky to have you in my life, and I wish you the happiest of birthdays today. My wish for you is that you'll at least say fuck once and maybe have a drink or three. You deserve it. You are so very special to me.

Love ya lots!

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Izzy Recs Demons by See Them Fly

2011-08-16T12:18:00.000-04:00

Hello my Darklings!

I have an amazing fic for you today. This story, as of yet, is not as dark as I usually go with, but something tells me it will end on the darker side before we are done. I could label this as a Darkisle, but we're not far enough into this story to really tell, so it's going up as a Dark Side Rec... for now.

Now, moving along. Today I give you...

Demons

See Them Fly

Summary: Everyone has their own demons. When Bella wakes up next to her ex-boyfriend's brother, both are forced to confront their demons from five years ago in order to move into the future. All human. OOC. Rated M.

This fic is amazing!

I feel like I could stop right there and it be enough, because that literally sums it up. However, being the wordy bitch that I am, I have an all consuming need to tell you more. I am a SUCKER for an All-Human Jasper fic. Vamp fics nowadays all tend to be the same old thing when we're dealing with Jasper, so I'm on an AH J/B kick. It's hard to find well-written and intriguing fics with this premise, but this story is owning me right now.

We start out by having Bella wake up after a drunken night of passion, only to find she is lying beside the last person she needed to be with. It's actually in these first few lines that drew me in and had my instantly hooked.

I don't remember much about how I lost my virginity. I guess, in a way, that's the best way to do it; no memory, no anxiety, no worries. The whole awkward episode is over and you don't have to remember all the grimy little details of how you stumbled over the button of your jeans and knocked your head against the headboard. In fact, the only thing I remember with clarity is that my roommate dragged me to a club to celebrate the New Year, against my will, and dressed me in a shirt that could barely be classed as a bra, let alone decent outerwear. In a way, it is the best way to do it.

Well, that is as long as you wake up next to someone who isn't your ex-boyfriend's brother.

Gah! That kills me.

At first, Bella doesn't remember much from the night before, but eventually her memories start to resurface through the haze of alcohol to realize that she's given her ex-boyfriend's stepbrother her virginity. Queue Jasper, who is just as "Oh, fuck!" about this as Bella.

The more she remembers, the more she realizes it was everything she had ever hoped it to be; passionate, good, right. But, not with the brother of the man who hurt you beyond reason. And no, we're not talking about your typical Edward leaving Bella or moving on type of situation here. It's something bigger than that, and I'll explain in a minute.

Back to this one night stand, or is it?

The morning after, when most people in their situation would be running for the hills - never to speak of this again - they somehow come to a decision that will change everything for them both.

"It's just sex," he added. "It means shit. We don't even have to play host. It's just sex."
"Just sex," I repeated as his thumbs did their dance across my virgin skin, resisting the urge to buck my hips. "Just sex."
"No strings attached," he added.
Mindlessly, I nodded, lost in the feeling of his skin on mine and that electric current that shot up my spine every time he touched me in that way.
"No strings attached," I repeated. "I can deal with that."

Hey, if I was Bella, I'd do it, too. Mmmhmm. The lemons in this story are sexy and just... unf. Bella and Jasper might not be the best at dealing with each other with their clothes on, but when they come off, they have no problems connecting. It's like they were meant to be with each other in this way. I know, that sounds cheesy, but I shit you not, it's that good.

So, now that they've decided to become "fuck buddies", we start delving into other things. What happened between her and Edward? What did it have to do with Charlie? And why does Jasper stay away from the Cullens?

There is some really heavy shit going on in this fic, and we are led to believe that it revolves around Carlisle and Charlie. This is why I believe this story deserves the title of "Dark". Carlisle is a sum'bitch. Simply put. If you want to know why or how, you'll have to read it. I will say, that I've never wanted to punch him more than I did while reading his interactions with Jasper. Dude has issues, that's all I'm saying.

Whatever this is that happened between the Cullens and Charlie, leads me to believe it is FUBAR, and I have a feeling it's going to be bad. There is a very foreboding undertone in some parts of this story, especially when Carlisle shows up, that give it a very dark feel.

While we're given hints along the way as to what might have happened, we are also seeing this thing - whatever it is between Jasper and Bella - grow and turn obviously complicated. There are feelings there, and no I'm not saying these two are in love, because right now, they're not. But there are other things. Confusion, lust, and dare I even say a little jealousy swirling between these two to create a fantastic mix of angst.

They have a dark history that connects them by association, and that, in itself, is what causes most of the friction between these two. It's done so beautifully, and as of now, there is not unnecessary angst thrown in. Just demons from their past that are bringing them both down while trying to deal with their new situation.

I promise you that you will not be disappointed in reading this fic. I've barely touched the surface with the things going on here, and there is so much left for you to explore throughout the story. We're seven chapters in so far, and there are so many questions going through my head. The Jasper/Bella dynamic, each of their individual demons (which I believe this fic is rightly named by the way), the Cullen mystery and also what happened to Charlie?

I literally bounce every time I find an update in my inbox for this story, and I hope you will run over and give it a chance. It is a very under appreciated fic and I hope that she picks up more readers, and reviews, for her work here. She deserves it, and she's also a complete sweetheart.

Now go, read and leave her some love. Tell her Izzy sent you, and how amazing this story is.

Happy Birthday @GemmaLisaX

2011-08-12T22:06:00.000-04:00

It's party time around here...well its always party time at the Darkest Temptations blog but today is an extra special day. We're celebrating on of our dark-hearted own!

Happy Birthday Gemma!

Gemma! I hope you have a fantastic day and get everything your dark little heart desires. You deserve it all baby! Thanks for putting up with all of us;) Have a great day and do something for you!

Love,

Steph

~DT~

Happy, Happy Birthday Gemma!!

I hope you have a great day. You deserve all the good things you will get plus many more. Let the celebrations soothe and comfort you. Enjoy the libations and joyous time just remember the day fun never stops after the party is over.

So rejoice and have a dark and dirty birthday babe.

Love,
Kitten

~DT~

Gemma, Gemma, Gemma, my little darkling. One, I am so very proud to call a friend. You are so very special to me, and I hope above all else, you have a fucktastic day. You deserve it! Drink lots, love long, and make 'em scream, baby. You know how we roll around here.

Happy Birthday, to you, our Gothic Mistress.

(humps and gropes)

Love,

Izzy

~DT~

Ummm, I’ll just say up front it’s my fault we’re getting this up late. I forgot about the time difference thingy. Lol!!!

Sooooooooooo… it’s my little Gemmadearest’s bday-that-shall-not-be-specified. *smiles mischievously* A bday like that should be heralded, exalted even, by the only thing that has the ability to LIFT *raises arms* you up off the ground to where your tippy-toes aren’t even touching.

The one commonality you and I have amidst the sea of non-believers, the waywardites, that we must slave away with here in the darkest of all Darkest Temptations. Ahem, I mean, a deep faith, desire even, to which you and me have steadfastly held, even as the others slowly sway to the rightside… *sneaks a peek at Izzy and Steph*

That would be...

still hailing Bleriana for this piece of lovely

Rob’s peen

*trumpets sound*

(preferably in me, but I’ll let you have him tonight. *smirks*)

It’s like 20 bloody presents all in one! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Well, it’s not wee, I mean… And don’t ask me how I know that. ;)

This bday is but a small blip on the horizon of acquiring vast knowledge and downing copious amounts of alcohol. If you do it right, you won’t even remember it. But remember that I lurrrrrve you… *sings “Just remember I love you” by America in her head*and that even though I’ve been mia, and RL's an overstuffed-pig-of-a-bitch, that will never change.

Have a great day, Beautiful. Mwah!

All in darkhoor love,
Chip

~DT~

To a woman with a wicked tongue...and brillant mind. May your B-day bring you all sorts of sweet nothings and naughty pleasures!

Love, Humps, and Kisses.

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~DT~

Grab onto that thong string! A new CONTEST!

2011-08-05T09:00:00.008-04:00

*points up* Yep, you read that right. THE DurtyNelly is hosting her own o/s contest - a no-holds-barred, serve 'em up battered and bloodied - if that's your thang - bring anything and everything your warped and twisted minds can conjure up.

Yep.

I said anything and everything.

This is your chance, my sweet little dabblers in the devious. Show her what's been percolating in that cesspool of a cranium of yours, flicking at your fingertips to get out, begging for mercy as it brews in the deep recesses of your bowels.

*cackles*

Aaaaand...

Not only her... but...

US!!!!!!!!

Yes, that would be a CORRECT for those of you who may have guessed who just might be judging this little unscrupulous shindig. Two of your very own from here at DT, two of the five who put the FUN back in FORNICATION, the FRAPPE into your FAPPING, the SCREAM into your SMUT.

That would be JaspersIzzy and myself. *does imitation Irish Jig*

So, as your therapist would tell you, and in a small way we feel we do here every week at DT, let it allllll out, you sexy hoors. Let the magic fingers do their tap tap tap dance all over your keyboard. Bring us your dark, your sick, your twisted, your depraved, your...beyond redemption.

All are welcome in DurtyNelly's contest.

Just try and shock the shit out of her. I dare ya. *winks*

We look forward to reading your...entries. *laughs evilly*

The deets from DurtyNelly's blog:

Ruthless: A Hardcore Horror One-Shot Contest

I've decided to host a contest! The first of many, actually!

After entering and having a great time doing the Fetlife At Twilight Contest, I could not resist the opportunity to have a bit of fun myself. I might have entered things like this ages ago if there were more darker themed contests getting around in the fandom; they seem to do mostly Romance-type contests in the Twi-fandom for some reason. So I decided to step in and do it myself.
I have posted the challenge at TWCS and if any of you can think of other place to put it then let me know. But, anyway, here it is!

Give me your depraved, your wicked, your ravenous masses yearning to disembowel freely.

I've decided to host my first ever contest! I do plan on doing more of these if this one is successful. Next one will probably be Bizaro Horror, but we'll get to that in the months to come.

But If you're unsure of what hardcore horror is, please see below.

Hardcore/Shock/Extreme/Splatterpunk Horror - A literary sub-genre characterized by the explicit description of horrific, violent, horror without limits, often containing licentious pornographic scenes.

My fellow judges and I really are dying to see what sick, twisted and horrendous things you can do with the sweet and beloved characters of Twilight!

Shock us! Horrify and terrify us! Make us gag! We love it!

Your goal is to make us squirm. A little vomit would be nice too!

There will be FOUR winning stories chosen:

First place will be chosen by the judging panel.
Second and third places will be chosen by popular vote.
And a Special Award will be given by DurtyNelly.

All winners will receive a Splattertastic banner and the right to call themselves hardcore.

The Rules:

All entries must be beta'd. This is an important one! All entries will have to make it past our gate keeper, The Mistress. And she is a cruel, whip-cranking harpy! So make sure your work is as error-free as possible. If she deems it unworthy, she will send it back to you with an evil cackle and demand that you fix it. You can then re-submit once the errors are taken care of.

Entries can be canon, all-human, or altern
ate universe, and main characters must be from the Twilight fandom.
All entries must be one-shots, wholly original, and previously unpublished. No outtakes of or additions to other posted stories.
During the contest, authors may not say or imply that a story will be continued later, and no entries may be continued until after the winners are announced.
All entries must be between 2,500 and 7,500 words in length. If you're a little over or under, we're not going to spaz, or send it back.
Collaborations welcome.
Crossovers welcome.
Two entries max. per author; including collaborations.

Wait? No rules condemning inappropriate content, like: no rape, incest, pedophilia, violence, beastiality, necrophilia, sadistic torture, midgets hammering nails into Edward's genitals, rabid chipmunks eating the eyeballs out of Emmett's rotting corpses, or The Mistress flaying authors alive for putting commas in the wrong place?

Nope. The only content rule is that there are no rules! This is an EXTREME HORROR contest, so be extreme, and either horrify, shock or disgust u

*** HOWEVER ***

Be very cautious of just throwing gore, rape and violence in for the hell of it. If it's just put in there for no reason other than to classify the story as 'extreme' ... we'll know ... and hiss at it like it's a Danielle Steel novel.

Submissions:

Disclaimer:

Word Count:

Rating:

Content Warning:

Pairing (if applicable):

Crossover Book/Series Title and author (if applicable):

Summery:

Ruthless: A Hardcore One-Shot Contest

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by Pin-name

Submit entries via email to durtynelly@gmail.com by August 29th.

Dates:

29, August – Submission closes.

30, August – Voting Poll opens.

8, September – Voting closes.

9, September – Winners Announced!

Where to read entries and vote: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3102475/Hardcore_Horror_Contest

If you have any questions about the contest, or need further clarification as to what hardcore horror is, then please feel free to contact DurtyNelly at: durtynelly@gmail.com OR, go to her blog at: http://durtynellystwistedhouseofhorrors.blogspot.com

2011-07-29T08:31:00.000-04:00

Today I bring you something from the fandom most know about but maybe don’t understand. That is I’m bringing you all into my world, my secret life, if you will. Writing is one world but my passion, my daily struggle is to bring my writing and the writings of others to the forefront of the Twilight Role Play community. Some say the Twilight fandom in general is a dying fandom. I say its not. And we as authors can keep it from “dying” by expanding our knowledge and creativity.

Role Play is a way, for me especially, to escape the daily routine and stresses I have with work. I am proud to say I am the owner of an amazing RP site. In the two years I have been Rp’ing, I have been on 9 different RP sites. I enjoy it but I didn’t enjoy being held back by and controlled at times and I didn’t want to deal with other peoples drama.

There is so much potential in this fandom, for anything to happen. Just because its a “Twilight” fandom people believe you have to stick with just your cannon characters. I say you don’t. Step outside the box, mix it up.

So finally having enough “limitations” I opened the doors to Twisted Rogues. I wanted a home where everyone could be welcomed. We are all kinds of twisted and we are not “inside the box” people. You have seen my fics, well now I have a place where I can take my original character Marissa and be me, so to speak. So instead of writing fics I am for the most part spending my time writing Story lines for site.

Twisted Rogues has a great group of Elite RP’ers, the elite of elite as I say, and we definitely keep the twitter Time Line jumping. If you are an adventurous person, wanting something to push the envelope of your creativity then this is an avenue to consider. There are days I am stuck. Emmett and Jasper and Bella do not always play nice, so I can get out on one of my accounts, get creative and that that and turn it into a fanfic.

This is what my site has done. We have taken our story line and we are turning what we have done over the last year into fan fics for all to see.

Our stories will be told here::: http://www.fanfiction.net/~twistedrogues (We will also be posting these fics on RogueFanFic and TwiWrite in the next few days.)

Its a way to show you there are other options of characters you can mix up or even like in my case mix an original character with an Original character. I mean who is to say Bella can’t meet a George? Rose meet a Matthew? Its your world you can make it as you see fit.

The limits we give ourselves are just that, limits we set but in reality there is NO limitations. Your imagination can go forever and give yourself and others endless hours of enjoyment.

And thanks to Cullen818 *beams* Our site brought one of her original characters from the Fate, Hope and Love series to life. If you all remember Claudia, she was one of my favorite original characters I had read about about Cullen818 has given Twisted Rogues permission to bring her and her story to life.

Now if you would like to see that unfold as well as more of our original story lines you can visit us at http://twistedrogues.ning.com

Our mission statement::

When the road leads you nowhere, we bring you home....

We are not your typical Twilight RP site. We are set eight years passed
Breaking Dawn, we non-cannon and were designed with you, the role player, in
mind. We want the unknown, outrageous, free spirited Role Players out there.
Our site is home to a variety of RP'ers and to the ones that would say,
they wouldn't want me, you're wrong, we do!

We pride ourselves on being original, unique and drama free. Everyone
deserves a chance to shine. Since we are a one of a kind site we can
help you do that. If you are an Original Character and you have an
interesting, never before see Story Line, whether it be Twilight related
or not, we will help you bring it to life.

As I stated before we are an 18+ site and anyone is welcome to join, even if you are only there to watch the madness unfold. We have been open for 6 months (even though a few of us have been playing together these roles elsewhere, and have been together for over a year) and have 119 members. We are one of the fastest growing RP sites and we have absolutely no drama unless its in an SL. At the moment we have 16 concurrent SL’s running, yeah we like a challenge... they are are all truly original and never before scene. Its an opportunity we couldn't pass up.

Please keep in mind... we have dark themed SL’s, we aren’t called Twisted for no reason, we have lots of Mature content and adult Language. We do not hold back. We are all adults and we live up to that fact. *winks*

We are affiliated with Rogue Fan Fiction. http://roguefanfic.com/ @RogueFanFic. Warden Amy has helped us set up Story Lines for our covens still awaiting players and they are guaranteed to be kick ass.

Come check it out. If you have any questions... find me on twitter @JasperSexKitten @DemisRockStar or any of my admins... ( @NotYourSaint_, @GiaPickedTexas, @BJ_Mattherson )

Your imagination is yours... live by it and work with it.

and on that note..

Kitten Out!!!!

Different Worlds...

2011-07-26T13:46:00.005-04:00

Ello my naughty little puppets! Kitten here and I come to bring you something a wee bit different today. In light of recent events I wanted to shed a prospective with you all. As an author of dark fics, I feel it necessary to tell you why I do as I do.

There really are many methods to my madness. I write to relieve frustrations and to let my anger out. That’s not to say I have anger issues often but meh, I am human. I have a full time job that keeps crazy hours and makes me nutty at times. Writing is a passion of mine has been since I was a kid. It also happens to be an escape for me in ways other things can’t help. That may not make sense to some, I have had people ask me, “Why don’t you do something creative with your time?”

Writing is creative. Writing is like opening a doorway to an unknown planet. Its my way of saying hey I can be this person, I can do this. Its not like just talking to someone or sewing. Do I see my nana reading what I write or even liking it? Um, hell no but what I love to read and to write isn’t for everyone. I write what I like and I love what I write. I can do fluffy.. I don’t think fluffy is bad its just not my thing all the time.

My writing... its cryptic, sadistic but yet defined. To me there is nothing wrong with my fics as my definition of “dark” is not the same as others. My writing style is not like others, my characters are not like others. This is what sets writers of different genres apart. Even within the same genre no two authors are going to write alike. This is what makes it so interesting. The “hunt for the unknown” is why we do it.

There are MANY of the authors in this fandom I call friends. They have helped me from day one. We all know that JaspersIzzy and Cullen818 are the reason I am here and doing what I am doing now. Without them there would be no me. So I ask all that maybe against the “Dark Fics” keep in mind that this is our passions as writers to bring to life a world unlike any other. Yes we may use real life events in our fics but does that mean we condone or support them? No.

I can say for myself that due to my own real life issues I have had fics there that showed me I wasn’t alone. 9 out of every 10 people you will meet have a skeleton in their closet. It may not be one you will ever hear about but it is there. I have had many PM’s and even reviews on a few of my fics that deal with sensitive materials. I always warn about the violence or sensitive themes of my fics. If heavy subject matter bothers you its okay to not read it. But if you chose to read it and don’t like it, why take it out on me? Just step away and don’t return.

After recent events JaspersIzzy posted on the blog what we were feeling, our honest reactions and those of others. I know we all see eye to eye sometimes on these matters but as a family, and DT is just that, we made the effort to show our support for our passion. And I want to share with you a comment I made in private emails to them about said subject matter. I have nothing to hide as all that know me know I fave no filter and I don’t mind sharing.

[[Anything you do "in the public eye" is going to get you bad press at sometime. You have to keep your head up and not let it bother you. Shit happens and people should move on.

They have to understand we are real people, with real feelings and that we have a freedom of choice. We all make choices in our daily lives that are good or bad. Mistakes will be made as to error is human. We can't keep a constant focus on the bad. You have to look at the whole picture.

As I myself have written fics that endure a few "sore subjects" but they were based off Real life events and I had had a few negative comments but the positive side of it its actually helped a few people move on from a similar problem. I feel blessed to be in a fandom where my sadistic and not so normal side can be projected.

Izzy had a chance to read something I wrote years ago. Ofcourse it sucks and has to be completely redone now that I think I know how to write but even then I had a twisted side. Our freedoms are letting us be ourselves. There is a closet stalker, lover, fighter and blood hungry crazy person inside us all. We just choose to put our thoughts on paper as the ones that should be ridiculed are on the streets and doing this sadistic shit to real people.]]

We have to remember what doesn’t hurt us makes us stronger and as a fandom the size we are we need to fight for our freedoms and our right to do as we see fit. We all dance the dance but can we all walk the walk? If it isn’t for you that is fine. I will not judge you for not wanting to read my fics, I will be open minded and carry on as a good little kitten I am and spread my darkness to others...

Kitten Out!!!

Journey To The Dark Side

2011-07-22T08:00:00.068-04:00

There has been a ratherheated debate that has recently come to my attention, one that I'msure you might have seen on countless blogs, twitter, and fandomsites. It deals with some very sensitive subject matter and comeswith strong views on both sides. I don't get involved in fan fictiondrama because it's pointless and childish. However, this particularsubject I want to discuss directly attacks me, this blog, my girlshere, and some of my favorite authors in this fandom. It's too bigfor me to ignore any longer, and I'm not hiding in a hole waiting forsomeone to come knocking on my door and spewing their “personalopinions” onto us as an attack with no warning. We're going to putthis out there now and make some things clear, so prepare yourself.

I want to state this upfront, as I will NOT tolerate blatant attacks or name calling in thispost or any following comments. I believe that we can state our views– however strong they might be for or against this topic – andstill do so in a civil manner. Put your big girl/boy panties on ifyou plan to reply. There is nothing I hate more than unnecessarybitchiness and we can all agree or disagree and still keep it withinthe realm of politely stating your case.

I took the time to ask a few people around the fandom, including my own staff here at DT, about their viewpoints. I will not be putting names on any comments I use, and not because they are scared or shamed of their thoughts. They ALL agreed to put their names on their opinions, but I don't want to sway anyone with who said what. (You can find these comments quoted in blue) You need to make up your own mind in the matter, and unfortunately, I've seen that lots of readers/writers in the fandom are following the “crowd” if you will, instead of doing that.

Now, down the subject athand. I want to talk about the taboo, wicked, twisted, shock worthy stories of fan fiction thattouch on unspeakable acts. Some have called them “fantasy fic” -others have called them “exploitation fic”. I'm talking about thestories that are full of rape, incest, human trafficking, BDSM,fetishes, torture, Stockholm Syndrome, domestic violence,drug/alcohol abuse, dominance/submission (willing and unwilling)...the list goes on.

I'm sure you get the pointnow.

With all the debating goingon in the fandom now, I looked into some of these debates over thelast several weeks, since they are popping up everywhere. I took astep back and looked at arguments from both sides, not just myparticular viewpoint. I examined things like desensitization, moralbeliefs, demeaning of a woman's rights, and a whole lot of otherserious stuff. I went into this with an open mind and didn't let myown personal opinion get in the way of things as I tried to seethings from everyone's standpoint.

There really doesn't seem to be one main argument in the dispute against/for these types of stories. There are several viewpoints that all deserve to be heard and heeded, not just one side. I've been rather shocked to see most (if not all) of the debates have been against these types of stories. I, for one, am tired of it.

While researching what others have been saying, I looked at several debates on blogs, twitter, LJ, you name it. There are countless ones out there and a simple Google search (or your nearest fandom gossip) should be able to direct you to these debates if you'd like to read others. This is just my viewpoint on the subject.

Now, what is my viewpoint?

To each their own? Hit the X and get out if you don't like it? Freedom of speech? Well, yes, in a way, but it's more than that.

One reader I asked said this in regards to "exploitation fics:

Well, first, let’s look at the definition for “exploitation” (dictionary.com):

1. The act of employing to the greatest possible advantage.
2. Utilization of another person or group for selfish purposes.
3. An advertising or a publicity program.

My general thoughts, then, about “exploitation fics” is that such a fic will illustrate in some fashion some individual or individuals being “exploited”. I make the general assumption that such “exploited” individual or individuals will (or will not) be Unexploited at some point in the fic. It’s all about the journey. And sometimes life isn’t fair – both real and fictional. No one is ever truly promised a happy ending.

Some have argued that thesetypes of stories are written for shock value, and that's very muchtrue. That does happen and I, myself, don't deny that. Some writerslike to think outside the box and write things to get a rise out ofreaders. Others have stated that it is highly insensitive of them todo so if they've never experienced something as horrific as rape orkidnapping, and should not write these stories where leading ladyfalls in love with the abuser/kidnapper/etc because of it beinghurtful to those who do read.

This of course, could alsobe counter argued that if you don't like something don't read it. Weall have a right not to read something and can choose to leave itwell enough alone. And this in turn can be, once again, argued thatwe all have a right to tell someone how we feel about something dueto freedom of speech. The arguments go back and forth, back andforth. It's always the same thing over and over again.

I think some people might write them for the pure shock value of the subject matter. I think some people write them because they have a story to tell, and it involves these elements. I think some people write them just to get a rise out The Reader - there's got to be some thrill and adrenaline rush to that, I'm sure. For every person writing something Shocking, there is somebody out there willing to read on, chapter after chapter, being happily Shocked and Appalled at every turn. The Internet is truly the place where there is something for everyone. I don't care WHY somebody writes something - their motivations are their own damn business. I admit to being selfish - I only care if I like it or not.

While agreeing that some stories are written for shock value, there is also another sidethat is rarely voiced, because people don't want to admit this. Someof the readers and writers of these types of stories have had verypersonal experiences and this is their way of coping. Is it healthy?Well, who's to say? I've seen psychological arguments for and against this, so there is not definitive answer here. I will say that I think none of us are in a position to judge. Whoare we to tell someone that writing a rape fic where Bella falls inlove with Edward in the end is bad? Yes, it's not logical unlessyou're approaching this from a Stockholm Syndrome standpoint, andsomething that a good a majority of us would not do.

But, I've seen many peoplecomment on how they write these types of stories as a way to gainsome control back. It's their way of dealing with or accepting thatsomething horrific happened to them, and it's their own way offighting back and taking control once again of their lives. Justbecause we wouldn't do something of that nature, doesn't mean thatsomeone else might not. It doesn't take someone with a degree inpsychology to know that we all deal with things differently, and sometimesit's very unconventional methods that take us down paths of healing.

Who are we to dispute howsomeone chooses to heal? We might not agree with it, but we're not inan author's/reader’s shoes, now are we? Just a thought.

Lastly, we have some writersand readers who are accused of having “rape fantasies”. Some areshocked and appalled by the very mention of it, and other's openlyadmit to it.

I've seen so many disputes on this subject it makes myhead spin. This is quite possibly the most controversial of them all, since some believe that rape fantasy doesn't even exist, but that it is merely a misconstrued fetish of wanting to be dominated.

Regardless, there are somany fetishes out there that people enjoy and others don't. I don'tentertain the idea myself, but I don't deny that others might. Doesthat make them a bad person? No, they just have quirks of their own,as we all do. Everyone, I don't care how you are, has certainthoughts, fetishes, dreams that others would find immoral or taboo tothem. Where one might find anal sex disgusting (exit only and all) someone else might think it's the best thing since Jasper's peen was invented. We're all different, but that doesn't make us bad. The soonereveryone realizes this, the better.

On a personal note, Ibelieve all these arguments hold importance, and yes I said all,because I do to a point. Let me explain...

I am a firm believer infreedom of speech. It's part of the First Amendment for those of uswho live in the states, whether some people like it or not. We havethe right to write what we want, and we also have the right to notlike it and say so. It's as simple as that.

I am going to throw somethings out here that writers and readers won't like, but if everyonestepped back for a moment and thought about this logically, thenmaybe we could move on from this argument and stop all the wankeringwe're doing about this subject. All it does is rile people up andthat's the last thing we need to be doing in this fandom as it seemswe're a rather drama driven bunch.

Authors have the right totell their story as they see fit. Whether it is for shock value or asa form of therapy, or even just to add heart breaking and emotionalelements to your story. It's that simple. No one should be told whatthey should be writing about or how they should be writing it. Thatgoes for every story out there.

With that, though, I believecomes a certain responsibility.

While you hold the right todo with your story as you see fit, you need to understand that somepeople have experienced these horrific events themselves and have nodesire what-so-ever to relive them. When writing your story, properwarnings need to be put in place AT ALL TIMES! No one wants to walkright into a rape scene unprepared or even relive something thatmight have happened to them like kidnapping. That's just damnedwrong, and you as writers need to state that fact upfront beforesomeone gets into your story.

I've found that a lot ofreaders get pissed because they walk into certain elements in a storyand aren't warned ahead of time and that's where a lot your flamescome from. Please, please, warn your readers before they start yourstory so that they don't have to read it if they have no desire tovisit certain content. And I'm not just talking about rape either.All darker elements need to be put in the forefront. At least havethe consideration to do this.

Also, if you are going towrite a dark, twisted, taboo story line, then you need to be preparedto have bad comments thrown at you. Yes, you have the right to touchon anything you see fit in your story, but in the end, readers holdthe right to tell you what they think of it. I am a firm believer in“Don't like it, don't read it”, but I also think it's rathersilly that some authors start spouting freedom of speech when theythemselves are bashing the commenter for telling them they didn'tlike it. Isn't that what freedom of speech is? The right goes to allhere, not just the author, but the reader as well.

But of course, you also havethe right to tell the reader to go fuck themselves if you so choose.KWIM?

When I asked if people have the right to leave scathing reviews, I got these response:

I believe a person has the right to review as strongly as I believe that a person has a right to post what they will. Now, I, personally, think you should act like an adult and use some manners and common sense, but I digress. Yes, I believe you have the right to flame, but I have the same right to tell you where, how, and to what extent to go fuck yourself. I might even recommend a tool. Just trying to be helpful.
I do think it is bordering harassment when someone reads a fic they know they disagree with chapter after chapter just to leave scathing reviews. Seriously, if you have nothing better to do with your time, you are the one who needs the help.

Another said:

I believe that anyone has the right to do anything they want to. Although I also feel that if you have the time to write a scathing, rude review you should do it in a professional manner, cite examples, and do it in a way in which you realize there is a living, breathing being at the other end of the internet that has feelings. At the same time, if you leave a rude, scathing review, I have the right to PM you right back and tell you MY feelings on the subject. I can guarantee that I’m not going to be as pleasant as you were.

At the same time, one review is enough. There’s a difference between making a point and letting an author know why you won’t continue reading, and reviewing over and over because you’re a crazed fanatic. Yeah, who’s the true nutjob? The one who flames or the one who wrote shit that the fanatic felt deserved to be flamed? I’d say it’s a tie.

Is it rather moronic to constantly read and review with rude, hateful comments on something don't like. "I don't like this story, but in the name of being a raving bitch, I'll continue to do so because I have nothing better to do with my time." (insert snark and eye roll) But, again, the right is their's.

It is bound to happen though, because some people just don get it. Don't be a double standardin how you approach negativity. If you write the dark, you're boundto get flack somewhere at sometime. Sometimes it's done politely,sometimes not. Keep that in mind when replying. I don't think author's should go off ranting about a negative review that was done politely. The whole point in this fan fiction thing is to get feedback from other readers, that includes the good and the bad. I do believe the ugly deserve a different approach however, but we'll get to that.

Sometimes people just aren't going to go away. Don't let it get you down. Getting one review or PM with someones negative thoughts is different from getting them with every update. These people border on harassment and need to be blocked or reported. If you can't do so, be the bigger person and ignore them.

I do not likeunnecessary bitchiness as I stated before. You have the right to tellan author what you thought of their story or if you agree with thecontent, but I have to say that some readers are just plainridiculous with how they reply.

One of my girls on the blog has gotten several reviews on one of her stories that were not very nice. While the reader has that right to say they didn't like it, there were some things said that were very wrong.

One particular reviewerattacked her motherhood, stating that since she wrote a BDSM fic,that she was demoralizing women and that she must be a bad mother. Okay, let's just stop rightthere....

BDSM ISNOT RAPE FIC!!!!!!!!

Sure,there are several stories where an abducted Bella has been forced toperform in this particular lifestyle, but when your D/s themed storyis consensual, there is nothing forced about it. If anyone wants tocome argue this with me, by all means, bring it. I have no qualmswith showing why a Dominant/submissive lifestyle is not forced by anymeans.

Backto the point. Why were her mothering skills being attacked becauseshe chose to write a D/s story? Hm? Tell me what purpose thatserves? Every single woman on this blog has written BDSM in someform, shape or fashion. I can also tell you that every woman on thisblog is very much supportive in women's rights and are all strongly independent.

Donot assume just because someone writes a story about BDSM/Rape/slavery that theyare against feminism or are trying to demoralize women. That's absolutely themost ludicrous and off handed ASS-umption that anyone could make. Justbecause someone enjoys the BDSM lifestyle does NOT mean they are weak orsaying that women are worthless. Just because you don't participatein the lifestyle doesn't mean that a strong, independent woman can'tdo so and enjoy it.

Again,you want to argue that point, come find me. I'll gladly debate thattopic.

Thereis no reason why someones moral standing should be attacked becauseyou don't like what they write. Most of us do not personally knowthese authors, so why would you make judgments about them? I think you only make an ass out of yourself by making these ass-sumptions. To be honest, there is much to be said as to why someone would walk into a BDSM story if they know they don't like it. (eye quirk)

I had a shocking conversation in the beginning of my time withfan fiction, where the author (who had written a rather graphic rapescene) later revealed to me that she had been violently attacked atone point in her life. The story she wrote was her outlet. Shethought she was crazy for doing it at first, but but the end of the40+ chapter story, she had learned to let go of the feelings she hadharbored for so long.

Iknow some feel rather strongly against the posting of these storieson FFn and in all accounts, you have a right to since it is againstthe TOS to write such stories. But, can you for one minute stop andthink before you start bashing people? Report their story if you feelso inclined, but have the decency to report and move along without leaving your ranting reviews about how "disturbed" or "twisted" someone is for writing a rape/BDSM/Slave fic. Your comments could be hurtful and harmful to someone, and while YOUmight believe that there is something wrong with them, doesn't make it so. Your actions affectothers and people need to be mindful of this, otherwise, it justmakes you an asshole. Yup, I totally went there.

Just say no to assholery people.

Whileyou might think the story is barbaric, twisted, taboo, disgusting,someone else might not and you have no right to judge that personbecause of it. I find it bitchy, rude, childish... the list goes onand on, that people can't just leave well enough alone. FFN is awhole other ballpark itself, since it's TOS forbids these types ofstories. Readers have the right to report the stories that break theTOS, and authors who post banned content should accept this if theirstory gets pulled, because you are breaking the rules on that site.

Allother sites have their own set of rules, and I suggest that peoplepay attention to the TOS. It's there for a reason. Some sites allowcontent of this nature, some don't. You need to be responsible forknowing where you're posting and what the rules are.

Now,this might seem like a double standard to some degree – me spoutingabout freedom of speech and then telling readers to be mindful ofwhat they say. Let me explain why I say this.

Readers,for all intents and purposes, have the right to say whatever theywant, just as authors do. But, there is also a little thing I like tolook at called respect (or not being an asshole). Some readers are going to go looking fortrouble and drama, just because that's who they are. It's sad,really, but it's a fact that some people thrive off of popping theirnonsensical mouth's off. They're not going to give a damn abouthurting someones feelings because they don't think something isright.

I've seen many debates done peacefully, and without bashingsomeones motherhood or moral character. Be respectful without making judgments on people. Who are we to say justbecause someone writes dark stuff that they are morally incompetent?It's fiction, and while this stuff does happen in real life, and yes,some readers don't want to read this type of content, it's still justa story in the end, no matter how you look at it. There is no need for all the name calling and bashing.

Ifyou must say something, why can't it be done nicely? What is thepoint in all the bitchiness? Some of my favorite reviews were thecritical ones, but were done with calmly stating their opinionsinstead of ranting like a buffoon. You catch more flies with honey,just sayin'.

As for the issue with underage readers on these sites, I want to make something perfectly clear. It is NOT my (or anyone else's) job to police the Internet. That should be the parents responsibility. People need to pay more attention to what their kids are doing instead of just letting them loose to do whatever they want, hoping they'll do the right thing. Did you at that age? Exactly.

There are tons of programs that parents can use to help monitor their child's Internet use while they are not watching. These tools can help you as a parent sensor what your kids are seeing. Or better yet, monitor it yourself instead of using the computer as a babysitter while you read horribly written lemons. Word!

Yup, I have no sympathy for people who don't use their roll as a parent wisely and try to police their own children. It's your job, not mine. I don't even tell underage readers not to read because it's pointless. They are going to read whether you want them to or not. Be a parent and see what they're seeing beforehand. I have my own kids to deal with, and they sure as shit don't get on the internet without me in the room or with the monitor in site. Just sayin'.

A few readers had this to say about policing fan fiction when I asked if they thought it was our responsibility to do so:

It is the parent's, plain and simple. If we weren't so busy staying up late writing and reading this shit, we might actually notice that our children are, too.

and

No. I don’t believe it’s our place to police FF. At the same time, I have been known to send a strongly worded reply to readers who admit they’re underage. I’ve even known a ffn author that received a reply from a parent giving permission to read their fic after the author told them they should go talk to their momma about sex and not read their fic, but it isn’t our place. I parent my own children and if I see other kids doing something wrong, I’ll say something, but in all reality it’s their parents that should be policing their own kids.

Seems like I'm not alone there.

If we start policing things, where do we draw the line?

I don't like slash fics. Not that I'm against them, but because they are not my thing. I've read a few for friends just to be supportive of their work, but I do not actively seek them out. If I see something is slash, I just won't read it. Some people believe that homosexuality is wrong and immoral. So, does that mean that we should ban all slash fics from the fandom because of your moral beliefs? (dramatic eye roll)

It makes me sick to read Edward cheating on Bella. Not the fact that it he has done so, as I've written that into my own stories, but to read the actual act itself. I've flounced many a fic where I've read the cheating lemons and I absolutely hate them with a passion. I'm not out bashing people because they wrote one. I just flounce. It's not that hard. One click. X. You're done. (shrugs) Not so hard is it?

With the exception of a few of the old school fics, I can't stand it when Jasper is written as some badass "Major" who's sidekick Peter is always a snarky fucker. Again, there are exceptions to this as some of these stories I love, but it's so overly done that I'm sick of it. I don't go telling the author they need to write something else. It's their story to tell and they have they obviously love that type of story. That's their choice. Again, I flounce. X... use it.

My main points to all this bullshit I just spouted out above:

1) Authors have the right to write what they want.

2) People have a right to not like it, and say so, but they should use common sense and show some humanity by not leaving scathing reviews on a person's moral compass because they don't agree with or like story elements.

3) Authors need to take responsibility when warning their readers. Label your story appropriately so your readers aren't blindsided.

4) People need to learn to not be assholes when they can clearly hit the X button and move along. Leaving a "nicely worded" review in how you didn't really care for the story line/plot is one thing, but to constantly go after and bash people who's stories you don't care for is childish.

5) Parents need to look after their own kids, not expect me to do it for them.

6) Where do we draw the line with banishing stories? Seems rather silly to banish anything when we're all different. It's not like we're forced to read the stories we don't like.

My final thoughts on this matter:

Seriously, people, if you don't like something, why are you reading it? Why do you care what other people like? Just because you don't like, doesn't mean that someone else doesn't, so move along. What is the purpose of constantly bashing an author because you don't like something? You are not them, you are not in their shoes, and you more than likely don't know jack shit about their personal lives. So, why so judgmental? It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever that you'd venture into a story clearly knowing that you aren't going to approve the content. I question your sanity.

These types of stories are only a big deal because you make them a big deal. No one is demoralizing women, no one is trying to say rape is alright. It's just a story, whether Bella falls in love with her attacker or not.

Writers, you need to be aware, when you step into the dark side of any fiction, people are going to flip, squick, flame, etc. Some people are drama driven and you should expect ranting, bitchy reviews from time to time. Ignore them! (or tell them where the magic peen can go hide) You have a right to your thoughts and how you write a story. Don't be brought down or disheartened by the ranting masses. If you have a story to tell, tell it. Everything else is water under the bridge. You write for you, not for the people who like it, and most definitely not for the people who don't.

It really disheartens me to see so many writers pulling their stories or being scared to post because of fear of being attacked. Don't be. There are those of us out there that are willing to read your crazy FUBAR story as long as their is character development and a resolution to the plot. You are not alone, so don't let people who have their moral standings pegged a step above you shut you down. People might not like it, but you still have a right to tell your story as you want to. Never let anyone tell you how your story should be told. Ever.

I would like to state that on a personal note, I believe there is one very important exception to the rule. (I know, all of this to state an exception, but bear with me, it has it's reasons) I do not believe that fics glorifying the molestation of a child has any place whatsoever in the fandom. I don't think that I really need to state the obvious as to why, not to mention that this type of fiction is actually illegal in the US. The average legal age of consent in the world is 16 for all genders and relationships. Some countries and states are lower and higher. My personal belief is I won't read a fic where the person having sex (regardless of consensual or not) is under 17. Again, this is my personal cut off limit, but I believe there is a limit when painting sexuality in a good light.

I would like to say that when someone writes the rape/molestation of a child in a fic and uses it as a past experience that someone is overcoming, I don't mind it so much. I usually gloss over the details, but if written well and not using it as a way to make molestation look like it's alright, then I am fine with it. It's when big brother Edward/Emmett/Jacob takes on little sister Bella/Rosalie/Leah and are sexually active with them at a young age that I have an issue with. It's illegal to write that sort of content here in the US, and we should all remember that.

In closing, all I can say is, use your brains people. Stop basing and stop whining. All of us. I get annoyed constantly with stupidity in AN's/Reviews. We have our rights, yes, but the bullshit gets old. Don't like it, you shouldn't read it. If you absolutely feel the need to leave your thoughts, don't be an asshole about it. If you get a raving flame for writing something dark, don't stop writing because of it. All these debates that get people up in arms and all defensive are taking away from the awesome stories out there (and I don't mean these types of stories, I mean all genres). Let it go and move onto something else that doesn't hurt people's feelings, like does Edward's peen really sparkle? Or how can Jasper go to school everyday but he wants to kill Bella after one prick of the finger? Yeah, totally worthy debates where we can do so without bashing people.

Now that I've ranted and raved on about all this, feel free to leave your thoughts on anything here, but be nice about it, please. Unnecessary bitchiness is petty and annoying. No one will take you seriously as a result.

Bring on the dark. I'm not scared of it. (humps to all)

Author Interview

2011-07-08T08:00:00.000-04:00

I was honored to recommend Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Serial Killer by SoapyMayhem this Tuesday. She was kind enough to do a quick interview for me.

Tell us a little about yourself.

Well, I am twenty-six years old, married, but no kids - a self-proclaimed geek and a huge perv. Which is why if you’ve read my other fiction, you know I have a wide array of story genre that I write in ranging from fluff, angst, smut, crime and horror. I love it all; I’ve even made plans to thrown a little sci-fi in the mix for good measure. I get my fair share of readers, though I believe most people in the fandom are more familiar with the graphic design work I do making banners and things over on TwiFicPics.com where I am a Correspondent and Moderator. I love the Twilight fandom and I hope it continues to thrive for years to come.

What made you decide to begin writing Fan Fiction?

My husband had been encouraging me to write for a few months, and I always brushed him off. I had never attempted any kind of fictional writing other than what was assigned to me in English classes throughout my time in school. I had no idea how much I would love it. It was about a year ago when I began writing a Twific inspired by a movie I watched. I could easily see Bella and Edward in the characters, but I had no idea where to start. With a lot of encouragement, I sat down and typed out four chapters in three days for my husband to read. I was nervous as hell, but he really liked it and pushed me to try to write something original. Now I can’t imagine not writing. My biggest regret is that I didn’t start sooner.

Your story involves a very dark Edward - what made you want to write him this way?

I am a firm believer that there is someone out there for everyone. I wanted to explore the idea of someone like my Serial Killer Edward finding his true mate and learning that even he is capable of love. My Edward was totally inspired by Dexter Morgan. Though, unlike Dexter, Edward has the advantage of having people in his life that he can trust with his secret. So far, Carlisle is the only one to ever see the monster inside and even though he made Edward what he is, like Dr. Frankenstein, he was unable to face his creation. Bella will be the only one who can embrace the darkness and accept him as a whole - darkness and all.

What about the canon Edward did you build on to create this character?

My Serial Killer Edward is very much like Canon Edward in his rebellious years - killing the monsters and dregs of society. Though he can’t read minds to confirm his victims are guilty, he has his ways of getting proof. Blood plays a big part in both Edward’s lives, in that they both need it to survive. And of course like Canon Edward, my Edward is doomed to love Bella for the rest of his life.

I like that you built Bella as scarred as he...and seemingly perfect for his character. What made you decide to write her this way?

When I was developing Bella, I thought about the kind of woman Edward might need and what reasons she might have to even be willing to contemplate accepting someone like him. You’ll learn quickly that Bella has had a bad experience in her past that has changed her irrevocably. It has affected her art, her health, and her relationships with the male population in general. She sees the darkness in the world, and Edward is someone who is actively trying to eliminate that darkness.

What are some of your favorite FF stories?

I do love those stories that deal with forbidden relationships. Like a significantly older Edward with a young naïve Bella, or relationships with the boss, or a student and teacher. When the UST is finally resolved, well it gets me every time.

Who is(are) your favorite author(s)?

Magnolia822, Savage7289, CaraNo, and rbsschess are my current favorites

Do you have any advice to those who are just starting out in the FF world?

Gosh, I suppose the important thing to remember is that it’s just for fun.

Do you have any plans to write any more dark stories? If so, please share some details!

I am so glad you asked me this! I mentioned earlier that I love a good forbidden relationship, well I am currently developing a D/S romance between an older Edward and a young impressionable Bella. I don’t think it will be as dark as Confessions of a Serial Killer, but it will be dark and dirty for sure.

Here is a sampling of SoapyMayhem's stories:

Behind Closed Doors: To their families, Edward Masen, and Bella Volturi hate each other. Their secret relationship isn’t the only thing they are hiding. Rated for explicit Lemons and Violence.

Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Love Sick Geek: Edward is a geeky comic book writer who has been secretly in love with his best friend Bella for years. When Bella and her boyfriend break up, Edward devises a plan to make her see him as more than a friend. Can Bella see beyond the Geek? Fluffy/Lemony.

Losing It: After years of saving herself for that one special guy only to have him turn her down, Bella is on a mission to lose her virginity. Can the lucky guy she chooses hang on to her, or will he lose everything in her game? High School – Eventual lemons.

Rock Star: “My job was to film her rise to fame. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan.” Edward is commissioned by his brother to film his new protégé’s rise to stardom. Bella isn’t too happy with the arrangement.

Love Tokyo Style: Edward, a lonely executive on a business trip in Japan, is encouraged to loosen up and enjoy the city. Will he find a cure for the monotony in an uninhibited punk he meets in a Karoke Bar?

Violaine: After a bad break-up Bella needs a temporary distraction. She finds it in a mysterious masked man at her college Halloween party. What began as a means to distraction, left Bella with more than she bargained for. No names. No faces.

A Higher Power: Sister Swan is disappointed when she is forced to confiscate
marijuana from her favorite student. What happens when she goes to Father Cullen to ask for his mercy?

Undisclosed Desires: Five years into her marriage, photojournalist Bella is worried that she isn’t enough for her bi-sexual husband. Can a meeting with a mysterious street artist allow them both to fulfill their undisclosed desires?

Misfits: Several juvenile delinquents are forced to do community service together. When a freak lightning storms gives them all superpowers they are forced to stick together, no matter how much they hate each other. Misfits plot crossover.

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http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2387132/SoapyMayhem

Content1's cravings

2011-07-05T08:00:00.004-04:00

Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Serial Killer

By SoapyMayhem

Summary: Edward Cullen is a hematologist by day and a serial killer by night. Because of the mysterious circumstances surround his childhood abandonment, Edward is raised and adopted by Carlisle Cullen – a former F.B.I. agent and legend in his field. Sensing his dark tendencies at an early age, Carlisle molds Edward into a weapon for justice. Edward believes he is unfeeling and emotionless, so he hides behind the façade of a happy-go-lucky family man. Bella, a recovering alcoholic with a dark past, wants to know the real Edward. Can she ever face the monster within him without being devoured herself? Will a new serial killer in town give Edward the most exciting game of his life?

I was just asked to beta this fic over on Twilighted, and I can’t tell you how excited I am to be helping out with this story. First, let me get the warnings out. This story offers some fairly graphic violence, a very dark and disturbed Edward, a manipulative but loving Carlisle, and references to sexual assault/rape, child molestation, and murder. Having said all that, the author offers it in a way that isn’t done to titillate, but to take you to the all out darkness of the world Edward Cullen is living in and describes it in a way that makes you understand what this man is feeling as he purges the world of evil. Imagine Edward as Dexter and you start to see the ingenuity of this story.

We start out meeting Edward as he is eliminating Felix, a child molester, from the world.

Blood. Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge; other times it helps me control the chaos. In those times it had always filled a void, and though only temporary, it was filled nonetheless.

Tonight I'm stalking Felix Hart- not my usual victim but definitely a monster, a child rapist.

This type of monster, while vile, is not included in The Code, and is therefore deemed to be punished by law. However, as of late, I've developed a slight weakness for hunting child predators. They are my only exception to The Code.

Rule number one is 'no innocent victims'. I know the rule is meant to only include murderers, but lately I've been interpreting it a bit loosely to include types like Felix. There are several reasons that have led me to loosen my criteria, but the most logical one was a recent study I'd read on the percentage of molested children that turn to crime and in particular- murder. I wanted to prevent that from happening. My kills had to serve a purpose, or they were just plain murder.

Though, monster I myself may be, I would never harm a child. In fact, I find myself to be quite protective and intrigued when I meet other people's children, most likely because of their purity and innocence. If I, a monster of the most horrific type, am thoroughly disgusted by the idea of harming a child, it would prove likely that most 'normal' people wouldn't be opposed to my planned disposal of Felix, and others like him. It was likely that, were I to have approached his victim's parents, I'd even be paid for my services. Money, however, had nothing to do with why I would be killing Felix this evening.

I was hooked to this story, when just before he is to plunge the knife into Felix’s chest, the phone rings.

I turn my attention back to Felix, "Excuse me Felix, I have to take this. Don't worry though, I won't forget about you," I smirk.

"Hello, sweetheart, everything okay?" I ask a bit anxiously.

"Hey, baby. Yeah, everything's fine. I know you're busy, but I was just about to put our daughter to sleep, and then she cried for Daddy to sing her lullaby," she replied wistfully. There was nothing I could deny my beautiful wife and daughter, so I relented.

"Sure, sweetie, I've got time," I looked over at Felix and grinned, a menacing smile. There was a bit of a rustling sound as the phone was passed to my 3 year old little girl.

"Daddy?" a little voice cooed sleepily from the phone.

"Hey, angel, I'm sorry that I'm not there to tuck you in. I miss you," I say sweetly.

"It's okay, Daddy. Momma says you're working real hard, but I just can't sleep until I hear my… " she yawns, and the tiniest little breath escapes her mouth, "lullaby."

"Alright, angel, you get snuggled real tight under the covers and Daddy will sing your lullaby," I whispered.

"I'm ready, Daddy," she responded seriously.

I cleared my throat a bit and crooned the haunting melody of her lullaby.

Dream little one, dream
Dream my little one, dream
Though the hunter in the night
Fills your childish heart with fright
Fear is only a dream
So dream little one, dream

The contrast of the loving father and husband and the emotionless killer is amazing and roped me in immediately.

After the prologue, the story line quickly reverts back in time to where we meet Edward before Bella, begin to see how they become a couple, and just what motivates Edward to do what he does. Isabella, well Isabella has her own set of issues as well and makes her the perfect fit for a man who everyone else finds cold and uncaring.

All the usual characters are involved, and I must say the author is a genius in her use of them. I wanted to howl in pleasure when she allowed Emmett to be in on the deaths that Edward dispenses…in fact, he helps to choose the ones Edward hunts.

If there is anything I do not like about this story, it is that it is only nine chapters into it. SoapyMayhem is finishing up another story right now, but she promises me that she will begin writing again on this one soon.

I SO can’t wait.

Please go over and give her story a read. You can find it on Fan Fiction or Twilighted, although I will say it is one chapter ahead on FanFic.

Please tell her I sent you.

Izzy Rec's: Domestic Terror by @lacym3

2011-06-21T09:00:00.012-04:00

Hi all!

I know you were expecting the lovely EdwardsChipper today, but she had a deep, dark secret that is keeping her from posting today. I'm actually thinking an intervention is needed since our sexy, demented temptress has apparently went to the... fluffy side. You heard me. She's went and done the unthinkable.

Oh the horror! If you haven't figured it out yet, here are some more clues...

The crazy thing went the happiest place on earth.... Disney World.

I don't know whether to puke or choke her, but we still love her anyway.

(ahem) Now, on to why we're really here.

I haven't had a lot of time to read lately, but I was able to rush over and read a new OS by the lovely, talented, and completely twisted lacym3 on TwiWrite the other night, so I wanted to share it with you all. This can actually be classified as a Darksper as well, but I thought Bella was especially evil in this deliciously deviant One Shot, so we're gonna roll with that, Mkay?

She didn't have a banner, so I fucked around with Photoshop (I haz an obsession) and threw this together for her. (hope you like it dear, but you don't have to use it)

Domestic Terror

lacym3

Summary: Jasper loves his wife, Bella, more than anything. He'd give her anything just to see that joyous look upon her face. Anything. Rated extreme M for splatterpunk, lemon, blood play, and sugary sweet love.

OK, WOW! I saw her tweeting about this story and wanted to ask what she was writing, but I was somehow sucked into a conversations about Edward Ninja's and testicles catching on fire by lightening (For the love of all that's nonsensical, don't ask). So, I waited this out and was happy I did.

This fic is so... wrong on so many levels. I won't say much since it's a One Shot, but I will say, it was sweet, sickening, completely fucked up, and rather comical all in one. It's a pure win situation for all you dark (and heaven forbid fluffy) lover's out there.

Jasper and Bella are happily married, completely in love, and outstanding citizens in their community. They share a love for cutlery and relaxing music (or screams) while they dine with their friends over for roast and wine. Jasper adores Bella, and will do anything to make her happy... anything! That includes bringing home presents of the very vocal and fleshy kind.

Their quiet night at home is soon filled with the music of sliced skin and pleading girls... just the way they like it.

This fic is not for the faint of heart (which most of the ones found here aren't) so tread carefully. If you can stomach the "splatterpunk", then you should definitely give this one a go. It's brilliant in every dark and delightful way, very well written and leaves you with a warm and fuzzy feeling of true love... or rather warm and dripping blood?

Run to read and give lacy some love. It's absolutely fabulous, and you won't be sorry you did.

Cullen818 Recs Beautiful Sorrow

2011-06-07T08:00:00.001-04:00

Beautiful Sorrow by DreamoftheEndless

Carlisle/Bella

Edward/Bella

I found one of those fics again that has taken a hold of me and won't let go! These updates literally bring me to tears because they're that well written. When you read Beautiful Sorrow

you feel like this is someones RL. It's one of those stories where I'm so ensconced in the words that I absolutely forget I'm reading a Twific. I see the characters faces, but I'm transported so much deeper than just Edward/Bella/Carlisle. I'm totally lost in the story and I care about these characters.

So, why did I chose it for this blog? Carlisle...

I think we all know how I feel about him. Out of all the Twilight men, no one affects me more than the Cullen patriarch when he's written dark and domineering. As I said before, he doesn't have to be a vampire to scare me. There's something about an older, controlling, domineering, rich man that does it for me. Now, I'm not saying I'd want this particular version of him to be my man, but he's captivating to read.

Carlisle is clearly the villain in this story and it works. There's a history that's scratching the surface between him and his young wife and I can't wait to see how they ended up here.When Bella met him, she was so taken by him I don't think she could possibly have imagined what was coming. We haven't met Edward yet, but from what I gather from the summary, his introduction will be quite explosive.

The fic is only six chapters in and we've gotten snip its of the back story, but the tension building is incredible. I wait on the edge of my seat for the next update. I swear I'm going to wait until its finished before I'll read because I'm so obsessed with learning what's going to happen next, but I can't wait. The writing, the build-up and the details that go into this plot are so intriguing that I have to read as soon as its updated.

Can you tell I like this one?

"A Fire That Could Burn A Thousand Suns" by @_SweetT_

2011-05-31T11:22:00.001-04:00

Hola! It seems like it's been forever since I posted, and trust me, I had a very hard time trying to find a story. I've read some really, really good dark fics lately, and I struggled with doing a few multi-chaps, but decided that I wanted to feature a Dark Fem Rec this week. We don't find a lot of these, and so when a good one comes along, I have to jump on it.

This week's rec is a One Shot done by my very talented sister, and one of my favorite writers...

A Fire That Could Burn A Thousand Suns

SweetT129

Summary: Victoria comes back to Forks after several years for revenge, only to find that Edward has left and Bella has sworn off men forever. Neither woman is pleased to see the other, but by the time it's over, at least one of them will be pleased.

Pairing: Victoria/Bella

Wow, I mean, just wow. I have been on a Victoria character exploration as of late. I'm really enjoying how creative some are when exploring her in FanFiction nowadays, and I was not disappointed with this story either.

I'm not going to say too much since it's a OS, but I will say that those of you who love femslash (like I do) will not be disappointed with this one.

Bella's character is fabulous. Long gone is the awkward girl that Edward left behind five years ago. We have a snarky, seemingly pissed off woman left in her wake. So when Victoria finally shows up to exact her revenge after Bella comes home from college, she's met with an attitude.

Victoria has waited for her chance to torture and kill Bella, but when she discovers that Edward left her long ago and didn't want her anymore, she takes her frustrations out on a bitchy and vibrant Bella with a passion. And daaayyyummm, do I mean passion.

A little shock factor and a whole lot of hotness ensue, with a fabulous ending. This is just a OS and is, obviously, complete, but I'd love to see what happens next. It's one of those OS's that leave you wanting more, and in a good way.

So, go check it out over on TwiWrite. It's wonderfully written,and all kinds of hot. You won't be disappointed.

Content1's Cravings

2011-05-27T19:36:00.016-04:00

Author Interview:

I was honored to recommend Conquer by rhythm junkie this Tuesday. She was kind enough to do a quick interview for me.

Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m a Scottish purple-haired, moderately tattooed, rockbaby who likes oranges, The Boss, yellow, rooibos tea, snails, excellent chat, intelligent arguments, rain and Michael Marshall Smith. I love my twilight community girls (and boys) and I adore reading fanfic (especially slash at the minute). Jasper is, hands down, my favourite character in the entire Twilight franchise, closely followed by Seth, and I wish people would tweet more (or any!) Jasper/Jackson Rathbone pics on my twitter feed rather than the ridiculous amount of Edward/Rob Pattinson ones that currently clog it up.

What made you decide to begin writing Fan Fiction?

I’d just finished reading the Twilight books (I came to the franchise about two years later than everyone else) and started looking at fanfic because I was totally let down by the ending of Breaking Dawn (sorry, I know that’s controversial). The quality and imagination of the work I found really inspired me and meeting so many great people through the twilight community encouraged me to write my own.

Your story involves a very dark Edward - what made you want to write him this way?

Honestly, Edward is my least favorite character in the Twilight series (again with the controversy, I know). The more I read him, the more controlling and demanding he came across. I noticed that there was an abundance of Darkward fics but none of them seemed very realistic – Bella just kept falling for him regardless of how horrendous he was to her. I wanted to write a more authentic idea of what it would be like living in the shadow of someone with that kind of dark oppressive obsession and I wanted to show how Bella, as a person, would be smothered under that kind of attention.

I also found the psychological aspect of Edward being so attractive an intriguing aspect of writing a Darkward fic. Humans, as a rule, are drawn to attractive/pretty people and physical beauty can often encourage people to make allowances for behavior/actions that they wouldn’t normally. The idea of having Bella warring with herself over an unwanted attraction to Edward the package whilst viciously hating Edward the man had my writing synapses firing.

What about the canon Edward did you build on to create this character?

Canon Edward seems, to me, to have serious control issues that are sort of glossed over in the Twilight franchise. I wanted to push that idea to the brink, really make him a dominant and manipulative character, make him a slave to his desire to control every faucet of Bella. I tried to explore the idea of Edward being a perpetual 17 year old that’s suggested in the books too – I wanted his reasonings to be flawed in the way that only comes with the intense belief that you are right that is so specific to teenagers.

What are some of your favorite FF stories?

I kinda love slash and I kinda love angst and I kinda love Jasper/Bella so my favourites are pretty diverse. McFearless by TeamBella23 is an amazing example of funny, heartbreaking, sexy slashy goodness. Detention, Dicks and Dirty Tricks by MistyHaze420 is a brilliant, fuckhot Edward/Jasper one-shot that I read over and over. Chromaticity by ShoeFreak37 is one of the most painfully heartwrenching one-shots I’ve ever had the pleasure to read. I can’t recommend it enough. Get Me To You by Chicklette is hands-down my favourite favourite favourite Jasper/Bella fanfic. It’s just so beautiful and painful and incredible.

Who is your favorite author(s)?

I absolutely love GiveMeSomeVamp – she’s so ridiculously talented it’d be irritating if I didn’t get so excited by her updates. TeamBella23 is also fantastic, especially her slash work (something I’ve only recently gotten into). My beta, PortiaKhalo, who actually became my beta because I admired her work and we ended up getting into a long-winded conversation about the merits of Edward/Bella over Bella/Anyone else, has also written some amazing work. Her story, Marrow, is one of the reasons I started writing fanfic (true story).

Do you have any advice to those who are just starting out in the FF world?

For the love of all that is Twilighty, get yourself a good beta! They will be your biggest fans, harshest critics and most hardcore taskmasters but, I promise, a beta will only ever make you a better writer.

Do you have any plans to write any more dark stories? If so, please share some details!

Honestly, most of my fics have a bit of a dark flavour. I tend to write angsty, bitey and mean better than flowers, rainbows and slushy words and I think that tends to seep into most of my work. I’m quite taken by the Jasper character – I like the enigmatic nature of him - and I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a Darksper fic for a while now.
With Conquer, I’m also toying with the idea of writing two/three more chapters, alternate POV’s, to tie it up. Every time I read the first chapter, I can’t help but get the feeling that I’m not quite finished with those two. I can’t promise a happy ending though!

Here is a sampling of rhythm junkie's stories:

Favourite bit of Possess

"Hearing voices again Alice," Lauren sneered her name and I bristled, glancing over. Her face was twisted unattractively and I realised she'd been watching me watch the pixie. "You forget to take your pill today?"

I made to say something but Alice threw her head back and laughed, shocking the hell outta me. She locked eyes with Lauren and the mirth in her face was unmistakable.

"Honey, unlike your clutch," she nodded at the little black bag Lauren was never seen without, "Which I'm sure is a veritable pharmacy, I am a drug-free zone."

"Maybe you'd be less of a crazy fucking bitch if you took some medication," Lauren simpered sweetly but I noticed she gripped her bag tighter, "I could probably hook you up."

Again I bristled and again Alice shocked the hell outta me, leaning over and waggling her eyebrows at Lauren who was totally taken aback.

"I'm a lover not a fighter," she smiled, "I embraced my crazy a long time ago and I gotta say, we make better friends than we ever did enemies". When she saw Lauren had no comeback, she dismissed us with a wave of her delicate wrist and carried on her conversation with Jess and Tyler like the whole exchange had never happened.

I was fucking hooked.

Favourite bit of Oranges and Lilac

Instantly Bella was transported to that late summer night just before her eighteenth birthday, Jasper wrapped around her in the hot heavy darkness of the tent Bella had slept in every night of that scorching summer. He had come to her each dusk, his eyes growing darker with every passing moon until the night he had climbed into her tent, into her sleeping bag and into her clothes.

She felt present-Jasper's thumb graze her sweet spot as she heard past-Jasper's soft words of adulation. She had been so stunned that someone like Jasper, someone so effortlessly accepted, so painfully gorgeous, was interested in someone like her dumpy self. Jasper had chastised her gently on her view of her body as he kissed his way across her generous breasts, kissed down her soft stomach, nibbled her roundly fleshed-out sides and came to settle between her legs, biting the rich clotted cream of her inside thigh. Serious, sexy Jasper had been the one to teach her comfort in her own skin, his worship of her body too powerful to be withstood.

"Bella beautiful…" the past and present sighed against her ear and she felt the delicious friction of exploration and experience press into her. She moaned wantonly as present-Jasper worked his hand on her body and past-Jasper worked his tongue on her memory. She remembered the heat and the friction and it felt exactly the same, teasing her eager body along the impatient line of desire. She felt the shuddering in her stomach matching the memory of long-ago shuddering and she clung to him now as she had then, the wild aching explosion taking her from the inside, making her keen as ferally now as she had that first time. Jasper tipped her head back in the same way he had done that night, hungry eyes soaking in the hot twist of her features as she fell apart for him, willingly and unreservedly.

Favourite bit of The Valley of Your Heart

My stomach drops into my knees and, shit, because I suddenly recognise that smell, the one hidden under the dirt and the grime and the tears.

Blood.

I drag him into the bathroom, flipping the light on and flipping it straight back off when he hisses behind my neck. I sit him gently on the toilet and start running a bath. As soon as it's done, I turn back to him. He's just sitting there, watching me, trusting me.

I pull him up and unzip the ugly, puffy jacket he's wearing, pulling it from his shoulders and depositing it on the floor near the door. The t-shirt he's wearing is stained with dried blood but that's not what makes my eyes go wide and my entire body clench.

The marks on his face? Bite marks. Motherfucking bite marks. I can see them, some scabbed and healing, some already healed into vivid white scars. They trail down his neck and disappear under the caked t-shirt he wears. Slowly I motion him to raise his arms and he does, obedient as a child.

With the t-shirt off I can see the bite marks mar his entire upper body. I quickly take off the rest of his clothes, thinking rip the band-aid Edward, just rip. When he's naked in front of me, I can see that they cover his entire body, like someone's been using him as their own personal chew toy. New ones crisscross angry pink wounds which, in turn, crisscross old, faded silver scars. This abuse has obviously been going on since he was taken from me and the wrath I feel is making my bones grind.

Go join her on her stories!!!!

Content1's Cravings

2011-05-24T08:00:00.004-04:00

Conquer by rhythm junkie

Summary: Edward wants Bella to submit to him and will do anything to make that happen. AH/OOC/AU PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EDWARD IS VERY DARK, AS IS THIS STORY - DEALING WITH VERY DISTURBING ISSUES. This is nothing like my other stories, please be aware.

For my second outing on the Darkest Temptations website, I offer up a one-shot by rhythm junkie. It is definitely a Darkward story, and it has the smatterings of control and domination that I think we all fantasize about when we think of the Edward of our deepest fantasies.

I know…I know…a one shot. BUT…it is a nice long one, and the writer has even said we might just see what Bella was thinking in a possible follow up chapter. We can only hope.

Let me give you how the story begins:

He stood beneath her window like a demonic version of Romeo, looking up longingly at the pale light. He slipped off his boots and his jacket, laying them behind the rosebushes he had helped Esme plant when he was five. She had nailed her window shut months ago but Edward had stolen in this morning, when she was studying at Lauren's, and prised them free. He had oiled the window, making sure it was smooth and noiseless in its runners, then clipped the heads from the nails and placed them back into the empty holes. Bella would never know to look at it that it had been tampered with. He jogged on the spot, anticipation making him restless. Unbidden, he remembered when he started crawling in her window.

So here is the premise of this wonderfully wicked little story - Edward has known Bella since she was a baby, and due to Renee’s manipulation of Charlie, Bella is often left in the Cullen’s care.

He'd known Bella since the day she was born. Esme smiled indulgently and told him he couldn't possibly remember, he was only two when Bella was born, but he remembered. Her eyes had barely opened the entire time Renee and Charlie had visited, her little hands bunched into fists as if she were already aware of him and preparing for their battle.

What we see develop is the Edward’s possessive nature toward the babe he believes is his.

"You know it's not just that," the tone weary, "My colleague thinks perhaps the adoption has affected Edward. Maybe he subconsciously fears abandonment and exerts control to stop that happening again."

And exerting control he does. Bella is his, and he will do anything and everything to possess her, including fighting, fucking other women to gain her attention, and physical control when he does not get the reaction he desires.

"You're ruining my life Edward," she bit out. "I can't have friends, I can't have a boyfriend, I can't have a job. You ruin everything." She stood tall and looked him straight in the eye, her face a mask of fury. "I hate you."

And just like that, the power shifted back again.

The words cut right into his soul. She hated him? No, that couldn't be. He could see her face losing its fury, twisting into a familiar expression. Fear. He could feel his anger taking him over, the beast from within. He stepped forward.

His reaction?

"If you don't take it back right now, I will make you," he lowered his lips to her ear, "by any means necessary."

I won’t tell you how the story ends, because I’m hoping that you’ll go over to enjoy it. I can tell you that I did.

While you are there visit her other stories. They are delicious, and unlike some of my fellow Temptations, I was thrilled to see the word “slash” on several of the descriptions.

I want to personally thank Mary for sending on this rec – bless you my child!

Tell her I sent you…

Dark Oddities with GemmaLisaX

2011-05-20T08:56:00.000-04:00

Maria, a Series of One Shots That Tell the Whole Story by TheChickNorris

This series of one shots does exactly what it says on the tin...it's Maria's life, right from the beginning. There's no particular order to them, they're posted as they're written and written as the ideas pop into Chick's head. But each and every one of them is amazing. Maria is one of those characters that are usually in the back ground if they're not being the 'bad guy', so I LOVE that Chick is doing a whole series about her, and about her life at that.

Each one shot is interesting, well researched, well written and in some cases, hot as all hell. Each is a different snap shot of Maria's life; Balaur and Iele is a tasty morsel from Maria's future, The Bite is Maria's...well...bite scene, lol. And really...you're gonna wanna be sat on a towel for this one! Prisioner of the Gods is the latest one to be posted, and is all about a human Maria. There is a fourth,. but right now that's a part of the Fandom4Storms compilation. So unless you donate, you'll have to wait for that one.

If you're in the mood for something a little different, something that will surprised you and that you will truly enjoy and be thankful for reading...GO READ THIS SERIES. Simple as :D Its original, different, exceptionally written and I, personally, can't wait for the next one! So go show them and the author some love, hell A LOT of love, cause stepping out of the box like this should be rewarded.

NOW!

Darksper Rec by GemmaLisaX: Bitemarks and Bloodstains by Forthelongestday

2011-05-17T09:08:00.000-04:00

Bitemarks and Bloodstains by forthelongestday

Now, I maybe something of a stalker type fan of Forthelongestday <shifty eyes> I've read all of her work and loved every single part of it. And she really does not disappoint with her latest offering. B&B starts off in the middle of the James debacle, with a little twist and all from Jasper's point of view.

If you like your Jasper more vampire than humane, raw and rough and ready and very real...then this si definitely the story that you should be running out to read. She weaves you into his psyche seamlessly, letting you delve into his secrets and complications. You can't help but make sure to read each and every syllable, not wanting to miss any of his musings, his opinions on the other members of the family. And she writes his....obssession with Bella brilliantly. So brilliantly, that he doesn't even seem to realise that 'obssession' if the best and most apt way to describe the path that his thoughts take.

But it isn't just her Jasper that leaves me begging for more of this, all of her characters are so alive on the page, even if they only take a peripheral standing in the chapters. The way that she tackles Jasper and Alice's 'relationship' is very well done, it doesn't leave you with any doubts and certainly doesn't make the reader have to take a leap of faith in terms of believing it.

Her Bella is fantastic, and so real. Questioning and trying to find her own way through this new world that she's been pulled into, and questioning the one who pulled her into it in the first place. This is a journey, and one that everyone should be on. Forthelongestday's writing is pure pleasure to read, and should be enjoyed by anyone that has a penchant for the Bella/Jasper paring, as well as anyone wanting to dip their toe into new paring territory.

Basically, EVERYONE should be reading this piece of genius.