Monday, July 23, 2012

New Hearts For Hearts Doll and lots of other things


Location: Desk
Music: Fight Like a Girl~ Emilie Autumn
Mood: Chipper
Book: Serpent's Kiss~ Melissa de la cruz


Okay, okay, I've been meaning to post for a while now but last week I was just so busy, I never got a chance too.

I've got lots of things to catch up on too. So lets get on with this.

First off, I finally saw Snow White and the Huntsman! And I actually really enjoyed it. It wasnt what I was expecting it to be and Kristen Stewart did an awesome job. I cant wait to see how she does in the sequel. She's really becoming such a great actress I think. I highly recommend it for anyone who likes that sort of thing.


Last week, I spent most of the week working on a new case for my kindle fire. However, it didnt really turn out. :( But its all good. I'll try again later. However, I did make a cute little origami box I found instructions for from Kit's Friendship fun. That turned out awesome! And I'm still working on my wrist warmers. They're slowly coming along. Here is a picture of my box. I tried to put a few nick nacks in it as you can see.


Oh and I discovered another set of dolls I really like. They're called Hearts for Hearts Girls and part of the procedures goes to World Vision. But anyway, they dolls are modern girls with cute little stories and each one comes from a different country. I got Dell at Target last week. Here she is! She's so adorable. I cant wait to get a few more of these dolls.


Anyway, I'm working on a cute little dress for Dell that I hope turns out. Oh, and I am reading Melissa de La Cruz's new book, Serpent's Kiss. It's totally awesome! I love her books lol.



And finally, I discovered that one of my favorite artist, Emilie Autumn is coming out with a new cd tomorrow. Which I cant wait to get! Here is her song.


Oh and one more really cute thing too lol. My sister moved up here from Michigan and brought her cat Buttons with her. Today I let Buttons in my room and it looks like she decided to be a naughty kitty and get up on my shelf. As a result, my dolls had a new pet LOL. Buttons is mad at me because I was trying to get her down as you can see from the picture lol.




A Failed Seance (Rebecca Post)


After setting up my altar, I quietly set up the circle, and then, laid out my Aunt’s diaries, her letters and other things that belonged to her. I had never tried contacting a spirit before. But I was sure it couldn’t be that hard. After all, my Mom and Dad had done it lots of times. Or so they said. I pulled out my Spirit Board. The ancient one my family had for years. Okay for hundreds of years but that was beside the point and then, I turned down the lights and sat down. Mom had always said the best way to contact a certain person was to go to their grave. But that wasn’t available. There was no grave site to Aunt Rebecca’s remains. The family had never properly buried her because while she was considered dead, they did not want to think of her as dead. She was still simply missing to them. Even 60 years later.

I gently closed my eyes as I sat down in front of the spirit board and concentrated as hard as I could on the image of my aunt’s sweet, innocent, face. Then, I opened my eyes to stare at the photo I had of her from my Grandmother. It was always eerie to me to see my Aunt Rebecca’s photos because we looked so much alike. It was almost as if I was the twin she was meant to have. Even Nana said so.

“Aunt Rebecca, are you here?” I asked the room, and then placed my hands on the moving piece. Nothing happened at all. That was strange. I asked the question again. Still nothing happened. I frowned. This was very weird. Normally when I played with the board, even alone I got an answer. But this time there was nothing there at all. Had I missed something in Aunt Rebecca’s letters and journals? I wondered. Of course I had only read a few of her dairy pages. But I was so sure she was dead.

I tried again. “Aunt Rebecca, if you are in the room, please tell me.” I said again to the room. But yet again there was no answer. I sighed. It was obvious she either wasn’t here or wasn’t dead. But if she wasn’t dead than where was she? I wondered and if she wasn’t still here, was she in heaven or whatever place it was that we went too after death?

I slowly decided to close the circle and retrace my steps. I put the spirit board away and blew the candles out. Then, I picked up one of my aunt’s journals. It couldn’t be that she was turned could it? I wondered making my way over to the window where Riston was still staring up at me. And I could swear this time, there was another shadow standing under the tree. Someone else was with him, but that person was hidden behind the shadows and the tree. I frowned. Aunt Rebecca? I wondered and made my way down the stairs.

I slowly plopped myself down on the sofa which was sitting in front of a window that was right in front of the tree to get a better look. But by the time, I had come down stairs, Riston appeared to be gone as did whoever was with him. It was almost as if he knew I was coming down stairs to check him out. He had never disappeared from sight before. I wondered not for the first time, why Riston had picked me. But it was pretty clear.

Riston had chosen me out of this generation because I had the most power and I was the one who looked Rebecca. Nana said he had been obsessed with Aunt Rebecca. To the point where the family had nearly moved to keep her safe. In fact, they had been in talks of moving. But it never happened. After Rebecca disappeared, they had decided to stay where they were in case she came back. But what if she had come back. What if she came back something different? I looked up at the ceiling. My Nana was hiding something. I wondered what it was.

Party plans and Girl Time (Bella Post Twilight)


Somehow, Jessica and Angela had managed to drag me out of my house and down to the dinner in Forks without Edward or Elizabeth. It felt weird being out of the house and away from the world I had immerged myself into. My normal human friends had no idea that wear wolves and vampires existed. To them the world moved smoothly around. When I told them that the Cullens had moved to New Hampshire none of them seemed too terribly surprised, which kinda surprised me in returned. I had thought they would be.

“They never really did belong here. I mean they’re too rich for our little town.” Jessica said.

“Whats that supposed to mean?” I asked frowning into my veggie burger. I had always known Jess was insanely jealous of the Cullens. Well mostly me, because I got Edward and she had always sorda wanted Edward. But Edward had never seen anything in Jess at all. Not the way he had in me.

“You know, I mean they always have the best of everything because Dr. Cullen is so rich. Hey, you should throw a party. I mean no one else is home right?” A party? Really Jess? I thought shaking my head. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

“Yeah, I don’t think a party is a good idea. I mean its still not our house.” I said.

“But it is while the Cullens are gone. I mean you and Edward are living there right?”

“Well yeah but---“

“I think a party is a good idea.” Angela said. Since when did Angela agree with Jess? I wondered for a moment taking a bite out of my sandwich and a fry. “Plus I want to meet Elizabeth. You know you still have brought her over for us.”

“Yeah, whats up with that? Most people show off their babies to their friends you know?” Jess asked. She was really starting to get on my nerves.

“I guess I havent had time. I mean everything’s all kinda happened at once.” I didn’t mention to them that I had been kidnapped by vampires and turned into one myself a few months prior to all this. Of course, I really didn’t remember much about that. Edward thinks its because, I didn’t remember who I was during that episode.

“Come on Bella, I’ll help you plan the party. And we get a bunch of people together. I’m sure Dr. and Mrs. Cullen wont mine. They are letting you stay in their house after all.” Angela pressed. I sighed. I really didn’t want a party. Parties were more Alice’s thing.

“What about just a sleepover? With you guys and Eric and Mike?” I asked. Just a small party wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, it might be fun.

“Sure, and you can invite that Jacob guy too.” Jess said and I cringed, at Jake’s name, slightly. If I invited Jacob I’d have to invite the whole pack and then it wouldn’t be a small party.

“Yeah, he seems nice.” Angela said.

“I’ll talk to Edward about it, I guess.” I said. I still didn’t want a big party and I was trying to think of a way to invite Jacob without inviting Sam and the others. But in the end, I knew that I’d have to invite the others if I did invite Jacob. I couldn’t just not invite them. They’d pretty much know about it the minute I said something to Jake. Somehow, my small party idea just got a lot bigger. Where was Alice when I needed her?

Big or Little Wedding (Alessandra post)


“What ya doing?” Petrus asked plopping down on the floor next to where I sat with a notebook and some good old fashion Italian music. It was mostly folk music. The kind that Skye would simply roll her eyes over and say in her own little way, ”that’s not music, Alessandra, its like nails clawing on chalkboards.” But of course I didn’t care.

“I’m trying to decide if we should have a wedding or not.” I said softly the music gently soothing my nerves. I didn’t know why I was so nervous about marrying Petrus. There was nothing that could get in the way of our happiness. Except maybe Aro.

“I’m game for whatever you want to do Alessandra.” Petrus said. “You know that right?” I nodded my head. I did know that. His soul purpose it seemed was to make me happy. What other vampire would become a vegetarian for their mate. Well besides Jasper that is.

“Do most people get married in a big wedding these days?” I asked.

“Not always. Some do, some don’t I guess it depends on their preferences. I had friends who eloped.”

“Is that easier?” I asked. Not that I wanted to take the easy way out. I just didn’t think I wanted a big wedding. Besides, it wasn’t like I had a lot friends anyway. Petrus laughed.

“Much easier. All you do is go down to the courthouse and get your license.” Petrus explained. If that was all you had to do, perhaps it would be better to go that route. I thought. It would save me the trouble of trying to put together a wedding alone If my mother were still alive, I would have had a big wedding. Well if she was still alive I probably wouldn’t have been in the state I was. My parents had made me a Vestal Priestess for the soul purpose of keeping me a virgin. Not that it worked.

“Is that the way you want to go?” I asked looking up into Petru’s eyes. He shrugged.

“Like I said, whatever you want.”

I sighed, why did I have to get a finance who was so easy going? I was so used to fighting with everyone to get what I wanted. I certainly wasn’t used to being told I could have what I wanted. Well maybe that wasn’t always true. I did try to get what I wanted. Certainly I tried to get what I wanted from Aro. But everyone else? Most people just didn’t give a damn.

“I think we should get married the easy way.” I said smiling up at Petrus.

“The easy way it is then! When do you want to do it?”

“Tomorrow?” I asked.

“Sure!” He said. “Tomorrow is great! Should we call anyone?”

“Nah. We can surprise them.” I smiled. “We wont even tell Skye or Karla.”

“Alright.” Petrus said gently kissing me. “Did I ever tell I love you more with each day?” He asked and I grinned.

“Every day.” I said softly allowing him to take me into his arms.

Debussy (Bella Post Twilight)


I couldn’t help but stare at Edward for a moment after our hands had accidently touched. I had felt a strange electric shock run through me. Almost as if we were always meant to be together. And there was another thing. His hands were cold. Not the normal cold that a person got when they were cold, but a different cold. And they were hard. His skin was hard as rock. It was almost as if I was touching a dead person’s skin and I shuddered. I wondered if he noticed. If he did, he wasn’t saying so.

As the gentle sound of Clair de lune came on I couldn’t help but relax a little. I had always loved this piece and it shocked me a little to find that Edward liked it too.

“Clair de lune is great.” I said softly Edward stared at me for a moment as if he couldn’t quite believe I knew the song.

“You know of Debussy?” He asked. I nodded.

“Renee--- My mom likes Debussy. I grew up with classical music. Debussy, Bach, Mozart, Vivaldi. They’re all great.”

“I didn’t think anyone from our generation liked Debussy but me.” Edward said slightly bemused. “Most kids like pop or rock or R&B, not classical.”

“I guess I’m not most kids.” I said shrugging.

“Neither am I.”Edward responded. No, he defiantly wasn’t like most kids our age and I couldn’t help but wonder exactly what he was. “So, what do you want to do in Seattle?” Edward asked, changing the subject completely.

“I want to go shopping.” I said which was completely new for me and was probably why Charlie wondered about it. I hated to shop. But, I did need some things that Forks didn’t offer. Like new clothes and books and cds.

“Alright so the mall and then out to eat?” Edward asked turning into Seattle.

“Sure that sounds great. Italian?” I asked. Edward nodded. I loved Italian. Especially vegetarian ravioli.

“ Italian sounds good.” Edward said with an odd expression on his face. I wondered briefly what he was thinking about and then sighed slightly.

“We can get something else if you prefer.” I said wondering if maybe Edward wasn’t partial to Italian.

“No, Italian sounds good.” Edward said again with that expression. If he didn’t like Italian he wasn’t saying. I shrugged, deciding to let it go.

“So what kind of shopping do you want to do while we’re here?” I asked. Did Edward even like to shop? I wondered.

“ Alice normally goes with me when I go shopping. She has a sense for fashion. However, there are a few places I do like to go. Maybe I will take you there.” Edward responded a smirk once again on his face.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Needing an Escort (Bella Post Twilight )


“Hey Dad.” I said popping a can of beer down in front of Charlie as he cleaned his guns. Charlie blinked and looked at me. I had rarely given him a can of beer even though I knew he liked the stuff. I myself, wasn’t a fan of beer.

“Okay, what do you want?” Charlie asked. I grinned. Renee would have just taken the beer without asking what I wanted at all.

“Edward Cullen is taking me to Seattle.” I said.

“Edward—Wha—What?” Charlie asked now staring at me in disbelief. “I thought you didn’t have any boyfriends.”

“He’s not a--- boyfriend in that sense.” I said, while mentally thinking the yet word. I wasn’t really sure what Edward was to me at the moment. A guy from school I really liked? Okay he saved my life. So that had to account for something. Of course, Tyler continued to say how sorry he was and that was still really annoying. So I still didn’t know why I was letting Edward Cullen of all people take me to Seattle.

“So he’s just a friend then? And he’s taking you to Seattle?”

“Yeah, he said his car had better gas mileage.” I said. I didn’t mention that I was going to Seattle to avoid a dance at school. Charlie would have wanted me to go to the dance instead.

“And he’s just a friend?” Charlie asked again. I nodded feebly.

“He’s outside. He kinda wanted to meet you. You know formally.” I said. Charlie blanked.

“Alright, send him in.” Charlie said. I looked at Charlie for a moment and frowned. He didn’t look like he was going to be very nice to Edward.

“Hey, Dad could be nice please?” I asked. Charlie rolled his eyes. And I took that as a cue to bring Edward in.

“ Hello Chief Swan, I’m Edward Cullen. I wanted to formally introduce myself.” Edward said smiling at Charlie as he shook my Dad’s hand.

“So whats this about you taking Bella to Seattle?”Charlie instantly asked.

“I did not like the idea of Bella driving to Seattle with that truck of her’s. It does not have very good gas mileage in it. Plus, Seattle is not exactly a safe city to wander around alone.” Edward exclaimed and I glared at him. I could take care of myself. Phoenix was twice the size of Seattle. Of course I didn’t remind my dad or Edward this.

“I didn’t like the idea Bella going to Seattle either by herself as a matter of fact. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you take her.” Charlie said and I beamed at Edward. “Just keep your cell phone on you Bells. I’m only a call away. And here. Take this.” Charlie said in my ear and trying to discreetly hand me a thing of Pepper Spray. I stared at Charlie. I hoped he didn’t actually expect me to use it.

“Thanks Dad.” I said.

“I’ll have her back before ten.” Edward said as he ushered me out the door.

Molly's Quick Coffee Cake

Quick Coffee Cake
(From: Molly's Cookbook: American Girl)


Ingredients:

Shortening to grease pan
1 ½ cup flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons shortening
1/3 cup sugar
1 egg
2/3 cup milk
1 tabelspoon butter
½ cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
(Makes 6 servings)

Directions:
1. Preheat the oven to 435 degrees F. Use paper towels to grease the baking pan with shortening.

2. Put the sifter into the medium mixing bowl.  Measure the flour, baking powder, and salt into the sifter and sift them into the bowl.

3. Measure 3 tablespoon of shortening into the large micking bowl. Have an adult help you use the electric mixer to beat the shortening until it is creamy.

4. Slowly add the sugar to the shortening and beat until fluffy. Turn off the mixer. Scrape the sides of the bowl with the rubber spatula. 

5. Crack the egg into the large mixing bowl. Add the milk. Beat well with electric mixer, and then turn off the mixer. Scrape the sides of the bowl with the rubber spatula. 

6. Add the dry ingredients to the large mixing bowl. Stir them with the wooden spoon just enough to get them completely wet. Pour the mixture into the greased baking pan. 

7. Melt the butter in the saucepan over low heat.

8. Mix the brown sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl. Stir in the melted butter.

9. Sprinkle this micture over the batter in the baking pan.

10. Bake the coffee cake for 25 minuets or until golden brown.

11. Have an adult remove the coffee cake from the oven. Let it cool for a few minuts, cut it into the pieces, and serve. 

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Bubble Bubble Coffee (becky post twilight)

I knew I should be in class. I should totally be in class in fact because I had a quiz today. Yet the quiz didn’t seem to matter. Besides it was just history and I could totally make up that quiz. I was really good at history. The class at the moment, just didn’t seem important. And the best thing about college was, you could skip a class and no one really gave a damn.

Well, okay they did. But they didn’t call home and tell your parents you weren’t in class much less write you up for it or try and punish you like they did in High School. College and high school were totally different and I hoped I never had to set foot in another high school until (if the time ever came) I had children of my own who where in high school. 

The fact was, I had hated high school. To put it simply, my parents were surprised I even bothered to graduate and when I did, they insisted on putting on a great show of it and throwing me a wild open house. Full of our kind of people of course clashing with normal humans. We still referred to the non witchy population as humans. We didn’t consider ourselves very human because we were special. You know different. We had gifts. Magic gave us power and therefore set us apart from the rest of society. 

However, none of that seemed to really matter to my history professor who couldn’t make Napoleon’s War interesting if he tried. And frankly, I was bored with his class anyway. So instead, I found myself in my favorite coffee shop, (Which I might add was jeered towards college students. It even gave you a student discount!) Reading my Aunt Rebecca’s journals instead of going to class. 

June 25, 1952,

Today, I saw him! He was following me home from my archeology class. We were studying about Ancient Egypt, which I find very fascinating, and the fact that one of these beings decided to follow me home afterwards, was rather disturbing. I tried to elude him. But he continued to follow me and finally after several blocks I was able to lose him. Or so I thought.

When I got home with my sister, he was there. Standing below my bedroom beside the apple tree. We decided not to tell our parents… 


I frowned. Aunt Rebecca had not told her parents about Riston. Perhaps that was where I had failed. 

June 29, 1952,

He is still there. Under my room, leaning up against the tree. I have not yet meant him. Rowena says that I must not meet him. She believes that when I do, it will be the end of me. Or the end of who I am right now. But I cant help it. There is something about him that draws me to him. I cant help but stare at him. He’s very handsome. I don’t think he’s as cruel as my family history would have me believe. Rowena says she is going to cast a protection spell on the house. I told her not to bother. It Riston wants me, he’ll come for me one way or another.
 

I couldn’t help but stare over at the far corner where I knew Riston was lurking. I wondered now if maybe he had lured my aunt to him. Had he charmed her? Had she willingly gone to him? Was she still--- Was she now a vampire because of him? And if she was, wouldn’t that be better than death? Or would it? I shook my head. Now, I was questioning my humanity. That was not good. I absolutely did not want to become a monster like Riston. I didn’t want to be a vampire. Immortality was simply not for me.

I tried taking a sip of my coffee but it had turned stoned cold and I watched as it slowly began to bubble up. I couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes having a talent for magic was really awesome. Especially when you could will things to being that you wanted. Like coffee turning from cold to warm in seconds without a microwave. 

I looked over into the corner of the coffee shop to see Riston staring at me. I wondered how he saw me perform my special little trick. But it was clear that he did. I was going to have to be more careful from now on. It was clear he was watching me for my gifts. I looked back over at my coffee and then back to him. Yes, it was time to go. I shifted in my seat and decided to leave. I wasn’t going to get into trouble with him. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to shy away from using my gifts. I had practiced them to perfection and some crazy old vampire wasn’t going to keep me from that one little spotlight in my life. I glared back over at him as I shut the door behind me.

Great Expectations (Bella post Twilight)

The library at Forks wasn’t exactly the best library in the world. In fact it was pretty small. The selections were limited and there were hardly any new books at all. Just the best sellers which was fine if you liked that type of stuff. But I didn’t. I preferred things like Jane Austen wrote or Charlotte Bronte. I searched the fiction section looking for anything along those lines and all I found was Great Expectations by Dickens and a few Austen works. Mostly her famous ones. Withering Heights was checked out. So I decided to go for Great Expectations. I’d read it once, and I figured I might as well read it again. 

I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister,- Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith…. I sank down into the nice comfy chair at the library as I began to read the book, and I didn’t even notice Mike Newton was standing in front of me until he waved his hand in front of my book. I scowled at him. 

“Mike!” I whined. Pip had just about had his throat cut off by the convict who would later become Pip’s benefactor. When Mike decided to interrupt me so rudely.

“Sorry, but you didn’t seem to hear anything I said.” Mike said as I took the earbuds out of my ears. Of course I hadnt heard anything he was saying. I thought rolling my eyes. Ever since the almost accident, people had started to try and be around me all the time. Like they were afraid I was going to break. And Tyler was worst than ever. Constantly telling me how he would make it up to me. It was rather annoying. 

“Sorry, I guess I just got wrapped up in the book.” I said, trying to make it sound like I was actually sorry. When I wasn’t. I looked longly back at the book. I knew Pip was going to live through his meeting with the convict. But I still wanted to read it. 
“Anyway--- I was asking you---- If you--- wanted to go to prom with me.” Mike said rather fast and in a nervous voice. Prom?! I had forgotten all about Prom with the accident and everything. Prom meant dancing. Dancing meant me falling on my ass and making an idiot out of myself. Yeah that wasn’t such a good idea. I needed an excuse not to go and I had wanted to go to Seattle to go shopping. I had more money than I was used too with Charlie buying me the truck. Not that the truck didn’t cost me money. It was a big gas hog. 

Besides, I had thought that Mike was going to ask Jessica. She really wanted to go with him and they made a cute couple. I knew she would be upset if Mike chose me over her. Though she probably guessed this was the case already.

“Dances arent really my thing. Besides, I’m going to Seattle that weekend.” I said trying to make it sound nice. 

“Oh. Cant you--- Cant you go another weekend?” Mike asked. I shook my head.

“Nope, sorry. That’s the only one I can go. Besides, you should ask Jessica. I know she wants to go with you.” I assured him. 

“Yeah? Yeah maybe I will. You arent going with someone else are you?” Mike asked and I shook my head. 

“No, Mike. I would tell you if I was. Besides, like I said. I’m going to Seattle.” I looked Longley back at Great Expectations. 

“Okay.” Mike said hanging his head. “I guess I’ll go find Jessica.” He muttered pulling out his cell phone. As he left, I noticed Edward Cullen standing in the row where had I had found Great Expectations. He glanced over at me and smirked. As if he had some secret. Than for the first time in weeks actually walked over to where I sat. 

“Great Expectations? You read the classics?” Edward asked. I nodded. 

“I just love how tragic Miss Havisham is.” I said sympathetically. 

“The old wealthy spencer woman? Really? I would have guessed you may have preferred Estella.” I shook my head confused. Why was Edward Cullen suddenly talking to me? He had certainly done his best to avoid me the past several weeks since the accident. And Estella was my least favorite character in the whole book. I supposed it was because she seemed too cold hearted and besides. She was awful to Pip. 

“She’s terrible to Pip.” I said. Poor Pip who was madly in love with Estella only to have her turn him away at first. And yet, in the end she did realize that she was also in love with him I loved stories like that.

Another Family Secret (Becky Post Twilight)


“He’s just standing there, staring up at my room Nana.” I said over the phone. “Isnt there anything I can do? We have all this power. Can’t we hex him or something?”

“Sure you can hex him, but he’ll just come back. When Riston wants something sweetheart, he gets it no matter what the consequences.”

“Well, he cant have me !”I said thoroughly annoyed now. My father had said to just let things happen. My mother, had sided with my father. Saying we couldn’t let ourselves be known. It was against our teachings and besides. It was highly unlikely Riston would come for me. But he was still there. I could feel his eyes watching me wherever I went and it was unnerving. I don’t know why he just didn’t confront me. Maybe he was waiting for me to confront him. But I wasn’t going to give him that.

I flipped through the book of shadows again, even though I knew there was nothing in it. Oh there were spells to make a person vanish, there were spells to harm a person. But I didn’t know if I wanted to get into that type of magic. I liked to call myself a white witch. Or rather a good witch I guessed.

“Nana what should I do? Surely you arent going to tell me what Dad and Mom have been saying.” I said sitting down in my comfy blue chair frowning down at Riston.

“No. No I am not going to tell you to let the events simply unfold. Nor am I going to tell you not to do something. Becky. How would you like to come up to my room?” Nana asked. She lived in the same house I did, of course. Nana still liked to be in control of the house even though it was technically now Dad’s.

“Sure.”I said pounding up to the third floor of the house where the Master Bedroom technically was. I opened the door and plopped myself down next to Nana.

“Do you remember the story of your Aunt Rebecca?” Nana asked pulling out a picture of her sister. We could have been twins had she still been alive. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I had seen that picture. I nodded.

“She disappeared when she was my age.” I said. It was a dreadfully sad story. Aunt Rebecca’s gifts were very strong by the time she was 18. The story goes that Riston found her and started to stalk her. The same way he was doing with me. She went out with some friends to go dancing one night and never came home. The family even offered a reward. But no one ever saw her again. Of course there were rumors that Aunt Rebecca was last seen with a tall, pale young man with the same color eyes and hair as Riston had. We could only guess what happened.

“I think, it is time I gave you these.” Nana said pulling out an old hat box from her closet and opening it to reveal several journals, including, Rebecca’s spell book. I stared at them. There were scraps of fabric from Rebecca’s clothing and a scotty dog pin. I shook my head. I couldn’t take my Nana’s sister’s things.

“No Nana. I cant take her things. They’re all you have left of her.” I said. Nana and Rebecca had always been close. It broke Nana’s heart when Rebecca went missing. It was always something no one in the family talked about and everyone tried to keep a secret for Nana’s sake. Of course there were still people who remembered Aunt Rebecca. But no one ever talked about her.

“I want you to have them. They may help you deal with Riston. And Becky. Not everything is always as it seems.” Nana said gently touching my cheek with her hand.

A New Place (Alice Post)


Several years before I meant Carlisle I had a vision of us living in New Hampshire. Of course I knew the vision was far, far in the future. But I was used to preparing for things that far in advance in the future. Besides, if we changed our minds and didn’t want to move to New Hampshire, I could have a pretty house to vacation too with Jasper.

“Good thing you saw this coming. I knew we were going to move again. I just didn’t think it would be this soon.” Jazz said pulling a few of our belongings out of my Porsche. I smiled at him.

“I cant wait for Rose and Em to see it. They’re going to love this place. So will Carlisle and Esme when they see it.”

“Oh so they are going to visit us after all?” Jasper asked in a teasing tone. “ I thought Esme wanted Carlsile all to herself.”

“She does. But eventually they’ll come see us. And I enrolled us into Dartmouth too. “ I smiled at my husband. It was so refreshing to be able to call Jasper husband in public and not my boyfriend. He had always been so much more to me than a boyfriend. I always felt as if I was degrading him when I told people he was my boyfriend.

Jasper put our things all on the cute little front porch that wrapped around the three story building I had bought us so long ago. The building was rather old. From the mid 1800s. Jasper had picked it out. He still enjoyed seeing things from his time period. We had renovated it of course. Modernized it a bit too. But the porch was one of the prettiest things on the house. Plus the pool in the back.

“Mrs. Whitlock, welcome home.” Jazz whisper lifting me up and kissing me. He twirled me around and put me down. I laughed.

“What was that all about?” I asked unlocking the door.

“We’re supposed to be newlyweds remember?” Jazz asked kicking open the door gently as he dragged our luggage into the house. It smelled of lilacs and wild flowers. I had a maid come in and clean the place before we moved.

“If they only knew we’ve been together longer than most of our neighbors have been alive.”I giggled walking into the house and smiling. Now it was time to call Carlisle and Esme. I shuffled through my things for my cell phone and dialed their number.

“Alice!” Esme picked up before the phone had a chance to ring more than once. I laughed.

“Esme! We’re here!” I said. “The house is just perfect. Just the way it was the last time I saw it.” I said happily.

“That’s wonderful darling. I’m so happy you and Jasper made it alright. Have Rose and Emmett made it yet?”

“No not yet, but we’ll call you as soon as we hear from them” I said hanging up the phone. This was going to be so much fun. I loved starting over again.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Why and How (Bella Post)


I waited until Dr. Cullen was busy with Tyler and Charlie was signing my release papers until I cornered Edward Cullen.

“Hey!” I said trying to get Edward’s attention. He turned to face me. “Can I talk to you?” I asked. He stepped away from me as if I was something he didn’t want to be near and I frowned. If I was so displeasing to him, I wondered why he saved my life?

“Isn’t your father waiting for you?” Edward asked, his eyes narrowing and his jaw set. I looked back towards Charlie and then in the ER where Dr. Cullen was talking to Tyler.

“Can I talk to you alone for a minute?” I asked pressing the matter. Edward glared at me. Then turned and began to walk down the hallway. Leading me into a hallway where no one was. I practically had to run to keep up with him. I couldn’t help but wonder how he could move so inhumanly fast.

“Well? What do you want?” He asked through clenched teeth and in a cold voice.

“I want an explanation.” I said leaning up against the wall.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I saved your life. You should be thanking me instead.” He snapped his eyes turning cold.

“Look, I don’t like to lie unless I have too. So I would like to know why I am lying and there better be a good reason for it too.” I finally said flinching slightly at the coldness in Edward’s manner.

“Bella, you hit your head pretty hard. You probably don’t know what you are talking about.” Edward said his voice still cold and hard but there was firmness in it. As if he was willing me to believe what he was saying. However, I knew what I saw and I was perfectly fine and sane. I was growing tired of people telling me how hurt my head should be.

“My head is just fine!” I snapped. Edward sighed.

“What do you want Bella?” He asked again.

“I want to know the truth!” I said feeling my cheeks burn with anger. I was getting annoyed with his refusal to tell me what I wanted to know. Needed to know really.

“What do you think you saw?” Edward asked instead of telling me how he stopped the van. I frowned.

“You were at the other end of the parking lot when Tyler’s van started to come at me. Tyler didn’t see you either and yet you stopped the van from crushing not only me, but you too. And probably killing Tyler as well. There was a dent in Tyler’s van from where you stopped it.” I was getting mad because I knew I sounded insane and I knew Edward was going to try and play with that. Tears started to come because I was mad and I had to struggle to keep them back. “You practically lifted the van up and you arent hurt. Yet you should be---“ I said trailing off.

“You think I stopped a van for you with my hands?” Edward asked in a disbelieving voice. I simply nodded mutely.

“Well no one is going to believe you.” He said shaking his head.

“I know.” I said my shoulders slumping. “ I wasn’t going to tell anyone.”

“Than why does it matter?” He asked.

“It matters to me because I don’t like to lie to anyone---“

“Look, cant you just thank me and be done with it?” Edward said now sounding utterly annoyed. I frowned for a moment. I supposed I did owe him at least that.

“Thank you.” I muttered.

“You arent going to let this go are you.”

“No.” I said through clenched teeth, scowling at him. “Why did you even bother?” I asked and swung around, walking away before he could answer. I was so mad, that it took me several minutes to calm down before I reached Charlie.

(This scene is taken from the book but may differ slightly)

Monday, July 2, 2012

Upstairs Downstairs, crafts and Mini Rebecca


Location: Bedroom
Music: Chop and Change~ The Black Keys
Book: Lady Almina and the Real Downton Abbey 
Mood: Content



Only one more day till McKenna's movie comes out! I cant wait to watch it. I hope its as good as the others. I bet it will be lol.

Anyway, I've been so busy this weekend making crafts that I thought I would share them all.

Yesterday, I came across this cute little craft tutorial off the American Girl Crafts Website and I had to give it a try. Here is how mine turned out. And yes there is a cd inside. lol. Some of us do still put cds in their cars.


The picture is a bit blurry but I also made a cute little friendship bracelet. I havent made these in years lol. and a case for my sunglasses. I am constantly losing my sunglasses and thought maybe if I made a case I wouldnt lose them. Both ideas I got out of the latest issue of American Girl Magazine.

I also decided to make the accessories for my mini Rebecca. They're not an exact match of Rebecca's. but I think they turned out pretty cute anyway. She loves her new little chair. Its actually an old cell phone holder I've had for years. But it fits Rebecca just fine.


And finally, I made Skye my first pair of shoes! I found this cute little pattern for shoes on the Liberty Jane Website and had to make them. I think they turned out really good for my first pair. I hope to make some more. lol.


Oh and while I'm impatiently waiting for the third season of Downton Abbey to premier on tv I came across the new version of Upstairs Downstairs. I've watched the first episode and just love it. I should go back through and watch the original show sometime. It's along the same concept as Downton Abbey only it takes place in the 30s. And brings back Eden Place too.


I also watched an interesting documentary from PBS on the British aristocracy. You can find it here.

well, I better get back to my crafts. I have to utilize my day off as much as I can lol. 




The Accident (Bella Post Twilight)


February 2009

There was a combination of ice and snow mixed together becoming mush coming down from the sky making the world a wet, slippery, and dangerous spot for cars. This was also totally dangerous for someone like me who had a tendency to fall at any given possible moment, so I gingerly picked my way through parking lot after school was finally let out. My earbuds were blearing with the latest song from Nickleback, as I tried to block everything out. I really hated the ice and rain. Cloudy skies, that damp feeling I had since I moved to Forks. Everything was just wet, I was really beginning to wonder if I had made the right choice moving to Forks.

What was more was that ever since our official meeting at the grocery store, Edward Cullen had taken to avoiding me like… Like I was the Black Plague or something. I couldn’t figure out what I had done. He had seemed friendly enough in the store. I glanced across the parking lot to see him staring at me along with his entire family. Weird.

I went to open my car door, deciding I might as well go home, to my long, boring night of homework ahead when I heard the sickening sound of tires screeching on blacktop. The sound was coming closer and closer and I looked up just in time to find myself about to be squashed by a dark blue van. I didn’t have time to scream or cry out for help. I braced myself for the oncoming collision, only to find that it never came.

Edward Cullen who had been standing across the parking lot suddenly held me in his arms, with his hand stretched out, stopping the collision that was supposed to happen with the van. There was a dent in the van where his hand had been when he pulled it away and I couldn’t help but stare at him. That wasn’t natural. I thought as he let me go. I stared into his eyes for a moment and he quickly disappeared behind my truck, leaving me totally unscratched. I glanced up just in time to see Tyler’s head pop out of the window. He had a five inch gash across his forehead.

“Tyler!” I said. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” I asked.

“Bella! I’m so sorry, Bella. I couldn’t stop the car.”

“It’s alright. I’m fine. But you’re hurt!” I said grabbing my phone. Before I could call 911, it seemed as if the whole school was there. Everyone, that is but the Cullens. I glanced around Tyler’s van to find that they were leaving. I frowned; I wondered where they were going.

“Bella! Tyler!” Someone said. “I’ve called 911, they’re on the way. Wow, Tyler! You got a massive cut there.”

“Bella?” Mike said coming in between the cars. “How did you--- Wow, you got totally lucky there.”

“Yeah, but Tyler is hurt.” I said motioning towards Tyler. Trying desperately to get the attention away from me. After all, I was fine. And besides, 90 percent of these people, I didn’t know.

This scene differs slightly from the book and novel.

Thanks Carlisle for the suggestions

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Red Yellow Green Red Blue Blue Blue (Rebecca Post Twilight


I sat hidden in my favorite corner on our roof staring out into the woods behind my house. We lived in a secluded area of Boston, just outside of the city. The ocean was near enough that you could easily smell it when the wind blew and the woods were right behind the house to give it a rather eerie feeling but I always had the feeling that my ancestors who built the house, wanted that eerie feeling. It was also the perfect place to do gatherings and what knots. The type of things that people like me did.

My Dad’s words kept racing through my mind as I flipped through my families’ ancient Book of Shadows A book of Shadows was a witches’ spell book or a book that had all kinds of information about the witch and their spells and incantations. It was the book we lived by and sometimes the book held other information in it too. Information on things that weren’t supposed to be real. Things like Vampires.

I glanced down at a big old Apple tree that had been in front of my house as long as the house itself stood and was not surprised at all to see Riston standing, hidden behind the tree. Stupid vampire. I thought shaking my head. I was not going to let him drink my blood let alone turn me. I had continued to skim through the book. Hoping for something to go on. I knew certain things about vampires of course. Like they couldn’t go out in the sun. Though, I didn’t know why. I also knew they were unbelievably fast, some had strange talents and there was a ruling family. We didn’t know anything about this ruling family at all. Other than they seemed too collect humans like my family and turn them into vampires. We also knew that vampires were not easily killed. So that created a big problem for me. I couldn’t simply make Riston vanish. He had the upper hand in everything it seemed. Yet my family had always managed to elude him. There were a few of us who had been killed by him. Or a few of us who had simply disappeared. Like my Nanna’s sister Rebecca whom I was named after.

And that was always a questionable thing. Had Aunt Rebecca really been killed by Riston, or had he turned her? And if he did turn her, how could she let him do such a thing to her? Or maybe she didn’t have a choice in the matter. I thought frowning back down at my stalker. He tipped his hat at me and I kicked a stone that was sitting near my foot at him. Of course the stone didn’t make it very far and I concentrated on it, making the object smack him in the head. He yelped and I grinned. Hah! Served him right. I thought climbing back into my bed room window.

I glanced out the window as I shut it and found Riston was now staring after me. I shut the shades and found one of my old Disney records. Something I thought may annoy Riston. I turned it on to the Spectrum Song with Professor Ludwig Von Drake, then I cranked up the volume. No one was home anyway. No one but me Nissy my black cat.

Nissy meowed at me when I turned the song on and sat near the record moving her tail back and forth to the beat with the song. She dearly loved the song and I put the Book of Shadows down on my dresser. Perhaps, if I annoyed Riston enough he would leave me alone. I thought peeking out the window. But he was still there. So I opened the window and played the song again. It was one of those songs that could totally be annoying yet catchy at the same time. Something you liked when you were five, and discovered when you got older and loved just as much. I wondered what a vampire like Riston would think of it. I giggled.

Red, yellow, green, red, blue blue blue
Red, purple, green, yellow, orange, red red
Red, yellow, green, red, blue blue blue
Red, purple, green, yellow, orange, red red….

I moved the needle back to the beginning of the Red, yellow, green, red, blue blue blue part and kept playing that over and over and over again. My kitty looked over at me like come on Lady move on with the song and I giggled. Well, perhaps if I bothered Nissy enough, I bothered Riston. I looked down at the apple tree and sure enough, he looked slightly annoyed but had an amused look on his face at the same. I sighed. Was he ever going to leave me alone? I wondered.


(Rebecca's Spectrum Song