Bump In The Night Week! Mean Mrs. Mustard finds out His Name Was Edward on Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

I don’t usual read anything that is scary or that I know won’t have a happy ending and my rec for Horror Week is both of those things; scary and no happily ever after.

The one villain I cannot stand to look at is Michael Myers, and Ruby01’s Edward in His Name Was Edward reminded me of Michael, over and over. It gave me chills.

Bella and her niece have a conversation that startles Bella.

The silence seemed to be deafening for ten long seconds, until Samantha spoke the words that made Bella freeze, and her heart drop to the floor.

"Who is Edward?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Samantha noticed that her aunt's hands, which rested on top of her own, started to feel clammy and she appeared to be locked in place with all the blood seemed to have drained from her face. After a couple of minutes of strong silence, Samantha began to panic. "Auntie B?... Aunt Bella?"

She went to stand up, to go for the phone, when Bella's hand suddenly grabbed a hold of Samantha's wrist. "Did Jess-, was Mrs. Newton and Mrs. Crowley the one's you heard that name from?" Her voice was eerily calm.

A little freaked out by her aunt's reaction, all Samantha could do was nod.

Bella shook her head in disgust. "Will they ever stop talking about it?" She wondered aloud, mostly to herself.

"Stop talking about what?" She knew she was bordering on nosy and intrusive and while she didn't like the way those snotty teachers sneered her aunt's name and whispered about a guy named Edward, it had definitely piqued her curiosity. She wondered, based on his name, if this Edward had been an older man - or possibly a teacher there?

"Samantha... it's something that's best left in the past. Although, I have to say in a town this size and given the people in it, I'm surprised it's taken this long."

After this visit from her niece, Bella is reminded of the day that she met Edward Masen.

She was on her way to her second class, when she rounded a corner, and collided with a hard body. She stumbled back a bit and the book she was carrying fell to the ground. "Oh, I'm s-sorry..." she stammered, trailing off when she looked at the boy, who hadn't moved.

He was nearly a foot taller than her five foot four and he was lanky, yet muscular. He had ear length reddish-brown hair, that seemed to have a mind of its own, and he was wearing a snug fitting black t-shirt, faded jeans, and very worn-looking combat boots. Then there were his eyes. She had seen people with green eyes before, but not like this. It was like staring into two shiny emeralds and they were glaring back at her.

She had never seen him before, so she could only surmise that this must be Edward Masen. She felt uncomfortable under his seemingly hostile glare, and briefly wondered if there was some truth to the nasty rumors. She dismissed them just as quickly and mentally scolded herself for her impromptu judgment.

She decided that now was just as good a time as any to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm B-bella. You must be Ed-Edward?"

He remained silent. In fact, he still hadn't moved at all since their collision, he just continued to glare. Bella felt the familiar heat rise to her face; till she was sure it was the color of a fire truck.

Just then, the warning bell rang, and she remembered her book was still on the ground. Since he was obviously less than chivalrous, she bent down to pick it up, and Edward followed her every movement with his eyes.

"Well, I b-better get to class..." Deciding that she was going to get nowhere, she gave up and hurried off to Spanish, stumbling over her own two feet on the sidewalk. She did not give Edward Masen a second glance.

Once she was out of view, Edward felt one corner of his mouth turn up. "Nice to meet you, B-Bella."

That was the first line that gave me a creepy feeling.

Their second encounter is where things get interesting.

"Hello there, B-Bella." He seemed to mock her. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn't help but notice that his voice was smooth, like satin and it had a certain charm to it; it was like no other she had ever heard. She was beginning to think that Edward Masen was in a class all of his own.

"I'm Edward and I want to thank you for talking to me today. You were the only one who did. Willingly, anyway." As he said this, one corner of his mouth turned up into the most gorgeous crooked smile she had ever seen. She had been too distracted to notice before, but Edward was a very good-looking guy. He was beautiful, she decided.

He then held out his hand for her to take.

She couldn't help but feel as though her fate hung in the balance. She, also, briefly wondered if he was bipolar, and decided that it was entirely possible.

With a steeling breath, she tentatively held out a slightly trembling hand and placed it in his. It was warm, soft, and strong. And he had long fingers.

Without warning, he grabbed a hold of her wrist and yanked up to her feet. She gasped and tried to pull away, but with a firm hold, he pulled her into him and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Bella began to panic. "What are you d…"

Edward released her wrist and brought a finger to her mouth. "Shhh."

She tried to move her head away, while simultaneously trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill over.

"Come with me." He said in a gentle voice. It was very contradictory.

"W-what? No, my- my dad!" She tried to push away, but it was useless. He still had a good hold on her and he was much stronger than her.

Then, slowly - as if watching an action movie, where everything is in slow motion during that one, pivotal moment - he reached behind his back, and pulled out a knife. He held it just above her naval. She thought it was the worst kind of pressure. It wasn't piercing her skin, but knowing that it could at any moment, made her want to scream.

Oh, no! What’s going to happen?

This fic is only two chapters with the first being, mostly, of Bella’s recollection of her meeting Edward. The second chapter takes place in the present time.

Bella throws a Halloween party, and things are going great, until she goes to her room, getting away from the party noise for a bit.

She rested her forehead on the door, along with her palms, and let out a deep breath. "Fuuuck." she whispered to no one in particular, not caring that she swore for a second time that night. "Why do I keep thinking of Edward?"

Just then, her blood ran cold, and every hair on her body stood on end. She felt her palms become sweaty and she felt paralyzed. She couldn't explain it - she had heard nothing; not a sound. Yet, it was as though he had announced his presence with a wrecking ball. She felt an involuntary tremor run through her body, and she made a whimpering sound.

And then, as if a light breeze had flitted through the room, she felt warm breath on her neck.

"Hello, B-Bella," rang an all-too familiar voice. "You've-been-thinking-about-me!" he sang.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, and closed her eyes tight, not willing to believe that he was really there. In her bedroom.

Is it really Edward or is she just dreaming? Hmm… Go. Read. Enjoy! Don’t forget to leave a review.

Bump In The Night Week! Mrs. Peacock gets scared by Him!

So I had a pretty hard time finding something genuinely ‘scary’ for this week. Maybe it was just me. Anyway, I went looking and came up with Him by Tiffaninichole. This story starts out with Sorority-Bella, who is annoyed to death at the House Leader, Lauren. After Lauren goes on an hour-long tirade about Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart *snicker* she gets to the point. Apparently someone had been breaking into Sorority houses and kidnapping girls, with violence suspected. Warnings have been heeded and everyone goes to bed.

While everyone gets up to go to their rooms, the gavel is sounding repeatedly. And when I plop down on my bed about five minutes later, I still hear the damn thing just a-banging away. I doubt anyone is even still downstairs. Stupid Lauren.

Alice comes in a few minutes later and asks if I need company. I'm tempted to decline because I really want to be alone right now, which is pretty damn stupid since a sister-snatching asshole is on the loose. But I just want to have time to myself and sleeping is the only thing I get to do solo. Living in a sorority house, my privacy is pretty much next to none, so sleeping is my "me time." Despite wanting to be alone, I'm no dummy. And I'm scared shitless. So I tell her to come back in twenty minutes. Damn, I'm tired. Being on the swim team is grueling as fuck and my body is exhausted.

Yeah, starting off at the beginning of this story, considering it’s for the There Will Be Blood contest, you kind of know what’s coming. But that doesn’t make it any less worrying. Bella gets settled, and Alice joins her, and the two of them soon doze off. Something wakes Bella up-you guessed it-our intruder is at the window. For some reason, Bella is enveloped in calm (think about that) and she proceeds to talk to the attacker as if he’s just there for small talk. She’s also feeling quite a bit more of the assailants emotions, and we’ll just say that they enjoy each other for a while. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t forgotten about her roommate in all of this…and Laurens warning about multiple attackers. Our first friendly neighborhood vampire takes a nice bite out of Bella, but something stops him-he doesn’t finish.

I want to reach out to comfort him; I want to cry from the loss of his touch, I want to ask him what's going on, why his eyes are red, what he's regretting and why he hasn't killed me. Before I can conjure up the strength for any of it, terror invades my brain as fire corrodes my veins, scorching, raw pain... body convulsing, limbs flailing, eyes bulging. I look to Alice, clinging to the hope that she can somehow save me. But what I see is horrifying, and I choke back a whimper as I see a large, strange figure hovering over her mangled, bloody form. Lauren's warning immediately repeats itself in my head... multiple assailants... attack together...

This is a nice bit of horror tied up in a one-shot, and if you’re looking for some delicious writing, check out the rest of her page as well. She’s a Gem.

Bump In the Night Week! Miss Scarlet meets The Emperors of Washington!

Do you like chills and thrills? Always wondered who was under the bed? You know all the words to Freddy Krueger’s song? Then this was the week for you!

Now I love me some horror. The gore, the thrillers that get in your head, even the boogey man. But when it came to picking a story for this week I had a difficult time finding something that just fit. Until…the perfect story fell in my lap.

The Emperors of Washington by gallantcorkscrews is just a slap in the face with some fear. This is a short story about Bella who is a senior at St. Marks Prep School in Forks. She is your pretty much your average teen. A bit confused and lost but content with her plain boring life.

But that all changes on Dress Down Day. Bella and her friends, Mike, Jessica, Lauren and Tyler were all just hanging out when all of a sudden a shot rings out and Mike is dead.

Suddenly, so suddenly, a loud noise echoed across the parking lot. I still confused by all the people calling my name and didn't react.

And really, a gun shot's not something you think you'll ever hear in real life. You hear it so much in movies, T.V. shows. It becomes a little unreal. You never expect it to really happen. Gunshots are a thematic device, on-par with gigantic, rolling boulders and sharks equipped with laser beams. When talk show pundits squabble over children being desensitized by television violence, this is what they mean. Not that you'll go out on a killing rampage after watching too much HBO- but that you won't duck when a bullet comes by you.

Not that it hit me.

I stood there, still confused by all the people calling my name, and now disoriented by the loud, foreign sound. Jessica and Lauren were suddenly crouching at my feet, their arms crossed protectively over their heads.

As if that would stop a bullet.

Tyler was shouting. "Oh God- someone shot him! Someone got him!"

The sun was still in my eyes, and I blinked, trying to focus.

And I saw him crouching and crying over Mike's crumpled body. Tyler cradled Mike's head in his hands, and he was leaning very close over Mike's body. Like, familiarly close, like he's held him that way many times before.

Still, I was disoriented. At first, I didn't think about what was happening, why Lauren and Jessica were now on their feet and screaming next to me. All I thought was, huh, maybe Tyler got into Mike's pants the same way he got into Eric's. I guess Mike wasn't that vanilla, after all.

But oh, Mike's head was half-blasted off, red gore dripping and wiggling out of his shattered face.

We'd never have strawberry-shake-loving babies, now.

Scary, I know. But that is just the beginning. When the shootings begin in this town that hasn’t dealt with a murder in years, Bella kinda just goes with the flow. Until she sees a boy staring at her in the backyard. Turns out it is Edward Cullen, teased boy she used to go to school with.

She realizes he is the one picking off her friends left and right, what’s her only option? To go with him of course!

This story reminds me of a cross between Twilight and the movie natural Born Killers. It has that “WTF” quality with a tad bit of humor. You sit there thinking, “Is this real? Did they really just do that?”

So take a chance and read this terrifyingly surprisingly freaky fic. You won’t be story.

Bump In the Night Week! Professor Plum gets the shivers from Cerulean and Steel by TKegl!

Trick or Treat my favorite hoors! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays to celebrate and these three days can’t pass fast enough. I love being able to dress up and be someone else for a few hours. So here’s some reading material to help pass the time...

When I saw the theme of the week was Horror, I knew I had had to step out of my AH bubble which is fine to do every once in a blue. So I decided to cheat a little and check out the All Hallow’s Eve Contest which just announced its winners a few days ago. I dedicated my afternoon to reading some amazing one shots but this one, Cerulean and Steel by TKegl had just the right mix of everything... romance, smut and creepiness.

Summary: A chance encounter in a bookstore brings two people together… but is it really fate, or is some darker force at work? For Bella Swan, love and loss go hand in hand.

I felt the chill in the air, combined with the heat of his presence. I always knew when he was near. I rubbed at my bare arms to chase away the goosebumps.

"Are you all right?" he asked, drawing near to me, but stopping short of pressing against my back. I didn't have to look down to know his fingers hovered over my skin.

"Fine," I murmured.

"It's time," he said quietly. I felt him withdraw slightly, giving me space…room to breathe.
I sighed. "I know."

"I love you." His whisper drifted on the air.

"I love you, too."

Bella met Jasper while shopping in his bookstore where they discussed dreams of traveling one day, their families and their mutual love of books. Plans to meet at a local coffee shop turn into several dates and before Bella could wrap her head around it, she found herself possibly falling in love with him. On Halloween night, she invited Jasper over for dinner at her home which was located in a desolate area and that is where she revealed that she was a widow who lost her husband Edward years ago.

I shrugged. "The people in town don't come up here much," I explained, eyeing him carefully to gauge his reaction. "They think the place is haunted."

Jasper laughed. "Well, that's one way to keep the door-to-door salesmen away."

I grinned at him. "True. It does have its benefits." I carried the vase into the living room, setting it on a low table. "Why don't you have a seat? Dinner's almost ready. Can I take your coat?" He shrugged out of the jacket and handed it to me before sitting on the sofa in front of the crackling fire. Before hanging Jasper's coat in the hall closet, I pressed it to my face, inhaling his scent to steady my nerves.

I could do this. I had to do this. A cool breeze lifted the hair at my cheek, and I smiled at the comfort it brought me.

"I'm fine," I murmured quietly. Saying the words aloud seemed to help.

I walked back into the living room after pouring two glasses of Jasper's wine. He took his with a smile, clinking it with mine. His eyes went to the portrait hanging over the fireplace.

"Who's that?" he asked.

I swallowed a gulp of wine. "My husband, Edward. He… passed away."

"I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago," I said sadly, echoing his words from our first conversation.

After dinner, the two relocated to the living room to enjoy each others company. One kiss lead to another and hands were roaming until the fire mysteriously goes out. It is then that Bella decided that it was time to head up to her room.That is when and where Bella’s ulterior motives are revealed. I will not reveal too many details because this is a fic that needs to be read. As a fair warning, I do fear that Jasper lovers will be disappointed. My words do not do it justice. I can’t lie, I let a few ‘Oh Shits’ slip. Here’s another tease...

I choked on a sob, unable to control my physical reaction to Jasper's harsh thrusts. He sat up, holding me tightly as I clutched at his shoulders and rolled my hips in desperation.

"Bella," he grunted, his strokes growing frantic… unsteady. He looked up at me with eyes glazed with lust. "I love you," he murmured, pressing his lips to mine.

A blast of cold swept between us, caressing and squeezing my breasts. I arched back against the firm, cold chest I could feel pressed against my back.

"Bella?" Jasper's eyes were wide, but it was too late. "What's happening?"

I continued to grind against him, unable to stop. The icy hand on my breast drifted down between my legs, driving me up toward a spiraling climax. I felt Jasper throbbing within me and new it was a matter of moments.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as my orgasm claimed me. Jasper's mouth dropped open as he gripped my hips, driving into me over and over again. His jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly, he thrust once more, then shuddered… and I knew our time was up.

He opened his eyes as he poured his seed inside of me, but instead of looking at me his shocked gaze was over my shoulder.

"Edward?" he questioned, the name strange coming from his lips.

I watched as Jasper began to fade… the color leaching from his face as the cold body behind me gained warmth and substance.

"Bella?" Jasper's blue-gray eyes were confused as they locked on mine. His skin grew transparent… his flesh evaporating like wisps of smoke.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again through my tears. I reached out to him as he vanished… the last of his essence dissolving within me.

His troubled gaze hovered in the air accusingly for a moment, before it too disappeared.

Cerulean and Steel won first place in the All Hallow’s Eve Contest. Make sure you take the time to review and tell TKegl what you thought of her work. Until next time darlings! Have a Happy Halloween!

Bump In The Night Week! Mrs. White plays with Bratty Vamp's Toye!

Horror... Yeah, so when I heard it was Horror Week here at the PIC, I freaked out a bit. I don't read horror stuff, just like I don't read fluff. There's a lot of awesome smut and angst out there that keep me busy. Well, that and my RobPorn collection. Anyhow, I finally found a story that is so sick and twisted, so horrific and frightening, that I couldn't pass it up. Besides that, it's written by one of my favorite authors ever—a lovely little lady that writes fluffy stories that rival the best in the business. A wonderful woman that writes angst and heartfail like you wouldn't believe. And now to find out that she writes incredible horror stuff too? Really, is it fair that so much talent resides in one body? Well, I'm glad it does, and I’m a little turned on too, to be honest.

Toye by Bratty Vamp, is a dark and disturbing tale about Bella and her best friend Rosalie. It's Spring Break, and rather than go to a sunny tropical beach somewhere, Bella talks Rosalie into accompanying her back to their hometown of Forks, so that they can surprise their families. Along their way, they run over something in the road, and soon find themselves stranded in a dark, rainy forest. Unable to call for help, the girls begin walking toward what they believe is the closest town. Soon they spot a mailbox and small dirt road, and decide to chance it, hoping the owners are home. Ignoring her instincts, Bella follows Rosalie to the door and the two girls are soon thrust into a world they never imagined could exist. After being lured into the house by Jasper and Emmett, the two girls begin very different experiences at the hands of the vampires that have taken them in. Are the vampires really that bad? Will Bella ever get used to being locked in a cage? Will anyone come along and save them? And seriously, who is singing from the dark corner of the basement?

Toye is an extremely well written story about chance, choice, and manipulation. It's not something I would normally read, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Luckily it's only seven chapters long, otherwise things could have gotten ugly at my house. My kids always seem to want things, like clean clothes and dinner. Sheesh. I loved reading this story because I enjoyed seeing Bella struggle with her own mortality—watching as she tried to figure out ways to save not only herself, but also her best friend. She anxiously waits for a savior to appear, and when Edward finally does, it's almost too good to be true. Toye is the kind of story that will thrill you, scare you, anger you, and leave you totally caught off guard at the end. It's such a smart creation, and extremely exciting, while also being romantic and heartbreaking. Believe me, you won't want to miss this one.

And on a side note, this amazing author is on twitter. Not nearly enough people follow or tweet her. That needs to change. You know what to do... @brattyvamp

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"It's not poisoned," the voice spoke again, reassuring me. The warmth of the voice was unmistakable, and I waited, wanting to hear it again. "I need to you eat. You need to stay strong."

I positioned the apple at my mouth then, and bit hungrily into it with a sweet and loud crunch. Once the taste burst across my tongue, I bit and chewed more frantically. The juices dripped from my chin and down my fingers. But I was unable to stop until I literally sucked at the depleted core.

"I'll need that back, now," the voice spoke quietly. "I don't want them to know I was here."

Without questioning his words, I slid the emaciated core between the bars beside me and retracted my fingers quickly, to rest in my lap.

"Why?" I whispered. I wasn't sure what I was asking, exactly. He could have deciphered the question in a million different ways. Why was I here? Why was he here? Why the song… the apple… the kindness? And why was he remaining hidden? Why didn't he want the others to know he had come to me?

"Because I'm still trying to figure out how to get you out of here, alive…" the voice answered.

Hope barreled through my chest and I felt tears spring to my eyes once more. I was afraid… so afraid that I had heard him wrong. But I needed to believe that there was a possibility that this beautiful voice in the dark truly meant to offer me help.

"Please…let me out," I whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, and held my breath. I was afraid of the answer that I knew I would hear.

"I can't," the voice dropped to near a whisper. "Not yet. But…Bella…I need for you to understand that I am working on a plan."

"Wh-what plan?" I stammered, staring into the darkness in front of me once again.

"A plan to leave this place, with you," the voice said smoothly. "I'm not sure exactly how… but I swear to you. I will not allow you to die in this place."

I sobbed quietly and dropped my face into my hands. His words were laced with conviction and sincerity that I could hear. But I wanted to see his face, to know if he spoke the truth.

"Turn on the light," I begged brokenly.

"No." The voice was stronger, and nearer. In front of me. I blinked my eyes open and saw a ghostly white form just inches in front of my face. I stared at it. Was it possible that he had actually come inside my confined space without me having heard the door or the lock being opened? I reached a shaky hand forward to try to touch the apparition, but it skittered away and was swallowed by the dark.

"Please," I begged again. "Why won't you let me see you?"

Disoriented, my head turned to the side when I heard the voice behind me once again.

"It's because, I look like them," the voice whispered. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. And… you'll see me and you will be frightened."

"You aren't," I shook my head in denial. "You aren't like them." I needed to believe it. They didn't offer me hope. They didn't offer me salvation. They didn't sing to me or soothe me or pull me from the insanity that threatened to hold me in shackles. They were the dark that terrified me and made me weak. This voice provided light and strength.

I shivered when I felt a solid and cold form settle in behind me. I could feel his spine where it met mine between the bars. I slid my hands backward, scraping them across the floor of the cage until they rested near the bars to the side of me. And then, in a touch and gesture too soft and too gentle to cause me any alarm, I felt his hands move through the bars to rest on top of mine. I took a deep, shaky breath and willed my body to relax. Deliberately, I tipped my hands beneath his much larger ones. And then I sighed when he twisted his fingers and tangled them with my own. We sat, back to back with the bars separating us. I could feel the gentle motion of his breathing, and matched mine to it. I leaned my head back, to rest in the shallow indentation between his shoulder blades. Our hands were clasped together, and I concentrated on the strength I was able to draw from the contact.

"Who are you?" I finally asked. After a seemingly interminable silence, the voice answered.

"I am Edward."

 

 

Mrs. White: Hey Bratty Vamp! Thanks for coming to this school carnival thing with me.

Bratty Vamp: Thanks for asking me. This...looks fun.

MW: Yeah, I hear there are lots of single male teachers in this school. They gotta be helping out tonight, right?

BV: One can always hope.

MW: Yeah, I also heard they have a kissing booth. I hope you don't mind swinging by that at some point in the evening.

BV: I'd consider the night wasted if we didn't.

MW: Nice. So, what's your favorite horror movie?

BV: Uh... I don't think I really have one. I can kinda tolerate the spooky movies that are supposed to be funny. Like "Scream" or "Zombieland." But I can't handle super-scary movies like I did when I was younger. "The Exorcist" still gives me nightmares.

MW: Oh no, all that head spinning. Gross. I watched “Pet Sematary” once. Never again. Kid slicing some guys ankle? No thanks!

BV: I used to think it was fun to be scared. But I usually try to avoid it now. Hey...do you think we can drink in here?

MW: Honey, do I ever go anywhere that you can't drink?

BV: Cheers.

MW: Nice. Let's buy some punch and spike it. I got a flask of petron... **pulls flask out of her corset**

BV: Add some more. This gym reminds me of Carrie. If someone starts throwing pig blood I'm outta here.

MW: No problem! The more, the merrier. So do you have a favorite monster?

BV: I'm partial to vampires. But Frankenstein could also be hot. He's kinda dumb...but he has huge hands and feet. Plus I like the color Green.

MW: Hmmmm, you know what they say about big hands and feet... By the way, have I mentioned lately how much I love all that RPattz handporn that the girls pass around on Twitter? He has nice hands... And green, who doesn't love green? I know I do.

BV: He has beautiful hands. Why have I not been subjected to this in Twitter?

MW: I guess you just don't follow the right people. I've got some good suppliers on there. How do you think my RobPorn stash has gotten so big? I registered it with the National Rob Fan Club. My local chapter wasn't big enough for my addiction anymore. I had to go bigger.

BV: Not that many people "talk" to me via Twitter.

MW: WHAT? Oh, the shame. What are people thinking? You're a fun girl... Well, maybe they just don't know HOW fun. **snicker**

BV: Don't start telling secrets! LOL

MW: Yeah, that only happens when I drink too much. Oh wait, I always drink too much. Hey, look at all these cute ankle biters in their costumes. Do you have a favorite Halloween costume from when you were younger?

BV: My mom used to like to make costumes for me. I think my favorite was when she turned me into the Statue of Liberty.

MW: Oh, cute! Did you walk around with a torch?

BV: Yep. Had tinfoil glued to it and everything. I'm pretty sure my toga was made from a drape. But it had silver sparkles in it, so that was cool

MW: That is cool. I was always a punk rocker, it was easy. My brother was a Christmas tree once. He had to stay home and pass out candy, the extension cord for the lights didn't reach very far.

BV: HA HA HA HA!

MW: True story. Yeah, so, um...I think maybe this wasn't a costume party for everyone, ‘cause I think we're the only adults dressed up.

BV: By the looks of that group of boys over there by the bleachers...they don't seem to mind my bunny costume. I think I might have sent a few of them into early puberty.

MW: Leave it to you... You know, at first I thought that older guy over there was a plumber, but I think he just forgot his belt...

BV: Ewwww.

MW: Yeah, that's not the kinda crack you really want to see. Man, these wings are itchy. I probably shouldn't have glued them right to my skin, but then I would have had to wear a shirt under this backless corset.

BV: It's the price one must pay for killer cleavage.

MW: True, so true. And my boobs are looking awesome, as are yours. I wasn't going to say anything, but wow girl...nice rack you goin' there tonight. That bunny costume is perfect. Why did you pick that?

BV: I like cute, fuzzy things. That guy's ass-crack excluded.

MW: Good call. So, you wrote a Twilight horror fic, but do you ever read any of them?

BV: Nope. Well...maybe a couple? I read the one that was written by the girl who inspired me to write my story. THAT was way creepy. Jeesiechreesie told me one day, via chat, that the fandom didn't have enough horror stories. She asked if I wanted to try to write one, while she did.

MW: Oh, I was going to ask what made you want to write something so twisted and messed up. I mean, it's not your usual kind of thing.

BV: She asked if I was up for it, and I decided to challenge myself. She wrote Masque of the Red Death btw. And it's funny...because our stories ended up being pitted against each other for twi-awards and stuff.

MW: Oh wow, funny. Or a conspiracy... Hey, look, they have a basketball toss. We have to jump up and down a bit for that, right? Give those cute boys running it a little show.

BV: Those boys have GOT to be near legal age.

MW: Oh yeah, I see a little scruff, they must be close. I think we get candy if we score.

BV: Sweet. We'll definitely do that then. But I think maybe we should go outside soon. That clown in the corner is giving me the wiggins.

MW: Oh yeah? Which one? I see a couple of guys I used to date over there too.

BV: The one with the rainbow-afro wig and the red nose. He looks evil.

MW: Oh my...that's not a good look. Yeah, let's get our candy and go. What's your favorite kind of Halloween candy?

BV: Probably mini Snickers bars. Or any of the Mounds/Almond Joy goodness.

MW: Yum, chocolate. I like Tootsie Rolls...the big ones. I like lots of things that are round and long and big. Like Smarties, I like them too.

BV: I'm okay with most of the candy bars. But those stale little Now-n-Laters can gtfo.

MW: You know it. Alright, let's get out of here quick before Giggles over there starts heading our way. I hear there's a super lame spook alley outside.

BV: It can't be as scary as Ass-crack man and Giggles the Demon-Clown. Let's go.

MW: Yep. It's chilly out here though. I think my corset is thick enough that no one will notice... **hee-hee** So what's your favorite thing about autumn?

BV: The cooler weather...funny enough. It's SO humid here in the mid-west. I look forward to the end of summer for a break in the humidity. It's nice not to have uncontrollable swamp-ass for a few months.

MW: Yeah, I don't worry about that, we have a dry heat and all. I think the thing I look forward to most is high school football starting up. Ohhhh, those boys... I mean, I only watch the ones that are 18. I check the program each and every game.

BV: I'm not a football girl. But the best baseball teams make it to the fall. So it's all good.

MW: Well, we can all use a little more baseball. Or at least a little more time looking at baseball players.

BV: Agreed and indeed.

MW: Hey, did you decorate for Halloween?

BV: Yep. My yard is all Halloweenie right now.

MW: So what, you let the grass die like I did?

BV: I can't really see the grass under all the leaves that are falling. I don't believe in raking. It goes against my practice of being lazy.

MW: Oh heck yes, but what you need to do is hire yourself a lawn boy. Let him rake those leaves while you sit back with a nice bottle of wine and watch him work. Hey do you prefer Vampire Edward or Human Edward?

BV: To write or to read?

MW: Either one.

BV: It's easier to write Human Edward, for me. I have more room to switch him up a little. I can read either. But I really love a well-written Vampire Edward.

MW: Nice. I want my Edward human and messed up. The messier, the better. So, this spook alley doesn't look scary at all, I mean, what’s with the gross stuff to stick our hands in? This is for babies... **looks around nervously**

BV: Isn't that the shop teacher over there...dressed in that hockey mask? I mean...it's cruel because didn't he just lose three fingers last semester while making a birdhouse? And is it really even safe for him to be operating that chainsaw?

MW: Oh yeah, but you know, he's pretty good with the two fingers he's got left... Um, I'm not sure about these blindfolds they’re trying to put on us. I don't see any floggers or whips anywhere around here.

BV: Oh god. Oh GOD. SOMETHING TOUCHED ME

MW: That's just the cute soccer player, sweetie. **whispers** Grab his butt, he's hot.

BV: Oh. OH.... Okay then. Hey Number 12... How old are you?

MW: Yeah, I'm not excited about putting my hands in these containers. There could be germs... And what's that smell? Ewww. I'm just glad I have Number 4 here to hang on to. **tries to kiss his cheek as he pulls away**

BV: That puddle of vomit looks amazing life-like. Oh...er....nevermind.

MW: Vomit? What? Wait, he said this jar here is full of brains. You think it really is? It's so slimy. EWWWW!!!

BV: Hey…check out that stiff. **Heh-heh**

MW: Oh, stiffy, where? Oh, you mean the dead guy. You had me all excited there for a second. Do you believe in ghosts? ‘Cause this is creepy...

BV: You know, I think I do. And I think that's exactly WHY this stuff if creepy. You have to believe in spooks to be spooked.

MW: I guess so. **grabs Bratty's hand as they go around the corner into the darkness** Soooo, uhhhh, do you like candy corn?

BV: LOVE it. But I'm like weird about it and I have to eat it stripe by stripe. It's dark in here.

MW: Yeah, it's a little freaky. **she whispers in a shaky voice** Um, sooo, did you ever think about giving Toye a happy ending? **glances nervously behind her after hearing a sound**

BV: I think it DOES have a happy ending. Maybe not for Bella... LOL

MW: I guess it just depends on how you look at it, huh?

BV: Edward seemed to have a good time. It was a fun game.

MW: True, he did, and it was. So when is the last time you carved something?

BV: I carved Robert Pattinson's name into my thigh last night. Does that count?

MW: Oh heck yes!! That's love right there. Oh, there are mirrors at the end of that hall. Do you see that shadow?

BV: Who's there?

MW: You see it too, right? The huge head on that shadow?

BV: GIANT HEAD! GIANT HEAD! Wait. What's that squeaking noise? It sounds like a bike horn.

MW: It ate a kid on a bike? What???

BV: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

**scary clown from inside steps out of the shadows and into the light**

Giggles: Hey Bunny, you dropped your tail back there. I'll give it back if I can have your number.

BV: Giggles? Well...while I have to tell you that the whole Barnum and Bailey’s thing is sort of a turn-off for me, I gotta admit that I DO find suspenders to be very sexy.

MW: Wha... No! Look at the freakish rainbow-afro wig! And the giant shoes! The squeaky nose!! Run!!!

BV: Eeeeeeeek!

MW: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! **grabs Bratty's ear and pulls her out of the spook alley and back to the gym** Oh man, we barely made it out of there alive. That clown was after you! How he knew about your love of suspenders was freaky.

BV: I think I might have peed a little

MW: That's totally understandable. Let's go check out that kissing booth, the one with all the baseball boys in it.

BV: The only thing scary about that, is how many tickets I bought.

MW: Yeah...me too. Say, have you ever been locked in a cage?

BV: Wait. Are they doing that at a booth here too?

MW: A girl can hope.

BV: LOL. No. I've never been locked in a cage.

MW: Bummer. Me either, well unless a jail cell counts, but that only because of the restraining order violation. Well, violations... That baseball coach is so picky... Couldn't just do one order for the whole team...no. It had to be for each member. Technicalities... Say, you don't think he'll recognize me in this outfit do you?

BV: No way. Your halo totally changes the shape of your head.

MW: Oh good, cause I'm SOOOO within 50 feet of these cute boys. **squints her eyes** Now which ones are almost legal again? Let's get them first. I'll wait over here for the short stop. His birthday is next week.

BV: **checking out the players** Who needs Halloween candy with all these sweet things around here to nibble on?

MW: So true. Okay, one more question while we wait... You're alone in your house at night and you hear a noise...what do you do?

BV: I hide under the covers.

MW: Yeah, that's a good answer. Oh crap, the coach saw me. Um, we'd better go. **turns and walks quickly toward the door**

BV: The coach isn't bad looking. Why couldn't HE have been the one that found my tail?

MW: You know, there's another carnival at a school across town. We're all dressed up...maybe we should go see if they would honor these kissing booth tickets?
BV: **adjusts her boobs** Sure thing. Hey there’s Giggles. I’ll bet he’s telling everyone he got some tail. **snatches her fluffy cotton tail from Giggles’ clown paw and slaps it back on her ass** Yeah, lets go find some new toys to play with. 

Bump In the Night Week! Mean Mrs. Mustard starts Grasping Darkness with KiyaRaven!

Let’s be honest, if you haven’t read anything by KiyaRaven then you’ve probably been living under a rock. Between the fabulously funny The Screamers and her latest story, The Diva Diaries, Kiya has been writing some of the best fic out there and Grasping Darkness is no exception.

What started out as wonderfully wicked one-shot has expanded into its current incarnation which is as one of the most edge of your seat, compelling and smuttastic (yes, it’s a word… well in my world it is) stories out there these days. GS is the story of small town waitress Bella who dreams of a man who satisfies her every need because she isn’t satisfied at all by her boyfriend, Jacob. Fortunately for us, Bella’s dreams are real because when she sleeps she is visited by Edward, the vampire who can’t resist the call of her body or her blood. He fears hurting or scaring her, but he can’t help himself, especially when Alice informs him that Bella is his singer.

Things begin fairly harmless with him simply watching her from his perch on a tree out her window, but as Bella gets more and more aroused in her sleep, Edward grows bolder, to the point of finally pleasuring her while she sleeps.

I took a deep breath, holding her scent inside me as I pressed my fingers against her more firmly. Her heartbeat was becoming erratic – thudding and galloping like a herd of wild horses. Her breathing was labored and loud, rasping in and out of her lungs with increasingly loud moans.

"Yes," she hissed in the darkness, "Please...more..."

I groaned as I struggled to give her what she wanted...what she was begging for – without losing my grip on my tenuous control. My venom dripped steadily behind my teeth, and I knew it wouldn't be long before the need to bite her would become overwhelming.

I increased the pressure of my fingers, turning them in tight firm circles as my other hand came up to lightly grip her hip.

"Oh...God...yes," she murmured loudly, "There...ah...right there..."

The venom was flowing faster now, my arousal and her impending orgasm feeding the beast inside me. I could feel him clawing at me, screaming at me to feast on her...to fuck her...to take everything I wanted from her and more.

I clenched my jaw and swallowed, moving my fingers faster, willing Isabella to cum quickly before the beast burst out of its cage.

"Can you hear me, Isabella?" I rasped, stroking her frantically.

"Yes," she panted, hitching breaths filling the room as her back arched off the bed.

"I want you to cum, Isabella," I ordered. A loan moan escaped her, and her face crumpled in concentration.

"Yes...oh, God...yes."

"Cum for me, Isabella. Now...please..."

She cried out in the darkness, her hands slapping the bed loudly as her whole body tensed with the force of her orgasm. She looked incredible. My mouth flooded with venom and I quickly shoved my arm in front of my face, crying out with pain when my teeth clamped down on it rather than her delicate leg. I closed my eyes and grunted as my teeth sank deep into my hard flesh, my arm blazing painfully as wave after wave of venom was pumped into it.

Thank God it wasn't her, I kept chanting inside my head as I waited for the bloodlust to fade and my teeth to unlock. Thank God I didn't hurt her.

Sounds awesome right? Oh it is… believe me.

However, the story becomes more intriguing as Edward continues to resist his natural desires and falls in love with Bella. Needless to say, Jacob isn’t too please when Bella dumps him for Edward, even though he is a vampire, but things go from bad to worse when dead bodies start popping up all over Forks and Edward is the prime suspect to the wolves and Charlie, Bella’s over protective father and the chief of police.

We lay there for a few more minutes, stroking each other's skin and enjoying the brightness of the new day, when the serenity was suddenly shattered by the sound of my cell phone blaring in the relative silence.

'I Touch Myself' rang out from my phone. Alice had obviously been screwing with my ringtone again.

With a groan I extricated myself from Isabella and reached out to grab my jeans, pulling my phone from my pocket and quickly answering it.

"Please stop messing with my phone," I said in mock-irritation, "Isabella will think I'm some kind of pervert."

I smiled as the gorgeous naked woman lying in the grass giggled and rolled her eyes at me.

"Carlisle wants you back at the house," Alice said brusquely with an edge of panic in her voice, "So get your pants back on and re-dress Bella."

"What's going on?" I asked frowning, knowing that my sister wasn't prone to panic unless absolutely necessary.

"The wolves have found another body."

I stood up quickly and pulled on my jeans.

"And?" I asked, eager for more information, "Was it a vampire attack?"

"Yes."

"Did you get a scent off the body?" I asked as I helped Isabella to her feet.

"Yes," she sighed.

"So that proves there's another vampire in the area, right?" I said, becoming impatient with my sister's reluctance to tell me what the hell was going on. "It proves to the wolves that I'm innocent?"

"Edward," she said somberly, "The scent on the dead body was yours."

Each chapter that updates has me on the edge of my seat, wondering why the hell everything is happening and what is going to happen next! Seriously, go read the interview below with Kiya and then run to read Grasping Darkness. One of the best fics out there right now!

MMM: How did you get started with FF, both reading and writing?

KR: I first discovered fan fic by accident. I read all the books a couple of years ago and was completely hooked, and when I heard that a movie was coming out, I went on the internet and Googled "Twilight" to find out more. The first Google entry that came up was "Twilighted". I figured it was a fan site for the movie and so I clicked on it. It took me a while to figure out what the hell I was looking at. I'd never heard of fan fiction, and suddenly here was a site that was full of it? Full of the characters and story I adored?

When I finally realized what I'd discovered, I think I peed my panties a little.

One of the first fan fics I read was The List by Laura Cullen. Oh, dear God. So hot. It was my first experience of Twismut and I've been addicted ever since. For me, that was one of things that was missing from the books, and I tracked down several versions of the BD 'fade to black' that were immensely satisfying.

After reading voraciously for about a month, the premise for The Screamers popped into my head and just wouldn't go away. I started dreaming about it every damn night, until eventually I had to write it down just to get some rest.

I typed out the first chapter in a few hours and felt much better. At that point I didn't even consider submitting it for posting.

It sat on my computer for about a week before I finally got up the guts to send it to Twilighted. I submitted it one night, and by the time I woke up the next day, it had been approved and had received about a dozen reviews.

I was blown away.

That was the start of an incredible journey which has led me to meeting some incredibly pervtastic ladies that I adore more each day.

MMM: What inspired you to write ‘Grasping Darkness?’

KR: GD came about because I'd always adored Edward's dark side and really wanted to explore it. I'd had the urge to write a Darkward for a while, but I finally got the opportunity when Breath-of-Twilight invited me to submit a one-shot for a Halloween compilation.

I wrote the o/s, never actually contemplating that it would become a full fic.

The response I got was amazing.

When Ninapolitan featured it on her Smut Monday's at Twilighted, it got more attention and a lot of people were calling for it to be continued. I considered it, but didn't really think I'd do anything until I finished Screamers.

Then FGB happened and two amazing girls donated a lot of money for me to do a second chapter.

The original O/S was in BPOV but I decided to make the follow-up from Edward's perspective.

Well, as soon as I wrote my first EPOV, I had to continue. WindowWard turned out to be a very persistent voice in my head and as soon as I started writing him, I couldn't stop.

He's such a blast to write. I enjoy strolling around his bloodthirsty, pervy mind.

MMM: Are you shocked by the response the story is getting? Because everyone I talk to about this story loves Windowward

KR: I was initially incredibly shocked about the reaction to WW. I mean, he's basically an asshole, but because his assholery (yep, just made that word up) is a product of his intense loneliness, I think people see him as the underdog and really want him to do well.

He's also incredibly passionate, possessive, and single-minded when it comes to Bella, and apart from the fact he constantly wants to kill her, he's actually kind of sweet.

MMM: GD is drastically different from your first major fic, The Screamers. Did you find it hard to change from writing something that was primarily a comedy, to something that was much darker?

KR: *laughs* You know what? I found it frighteningly easy to write the dark stuff. Like...yeah...I worried myself when I first started, because in RL I'm a very happy, easy-going person, and suddenly all of this incredibly blood-thirsty and violent imagery was flowing out of me with absolutely ZERO effort. I'm still not quite sure what that says about me.

MMM: What’s the best review you ever got for Grasping Darkness? Feel free to restate any of mine.

KR: Well, of course YOUR reviews are always awesome, hot-stuff, but there was one I received from onelilhopeful that really hit the nail on the head for me: "This is like The Screamers made a baby with a horror film, then gave it up for adoption and a serial killer raised it. Dark, snarky, incredibly hot and full of fucked up characters."

Bwahahaha! That killed me, and it really is the perfect summary.

Also I have to say that Vicanlp makes me swoon/giggle/blush with her reviews. She's awesome.

MMM: When you started writing fan fic, were you ever discouraged about it? Maybe worried that people wouldn't like your writing? If so, what did you think about it?

KR: Oh, sweetie, I'm worried what people think EVERY TIME I UPDATE!! I get incredibly nervous about staying true to my characters but also giving the readers what they expect, and because of that I'm usually an anxious mess.

I started writing for myself, to channel the passion and ideas that Twilight brought out of me, but I never considered that other people would get as much of a kick out it as I did.

I'm constantly surprised that people enjoy my writing. Sometimes I write something and think, "Oh for fuck's sake, you're such a FREAK! NO ONE is going to find that funny/moving/interesting!"

Thankfully, my readers seem to share my fucked-up sensibilities, and for that I'm eternally grateful.

MMM: The twific fandom seems to be going through a fair amount of drama these days, how do you feel about the fandom as a whole?

KR: You know, I try to ignore the drama as much as possible, and to be honest, I obviously don't follow the right/wrong people on Twitter because most of the time, I don't even see it.

I think that for every shitty thing about the fandom, there are five great things, and I like to concentrate on those.

I've met so many incredible people through fanfic, in real life and on the net, and I'm pretty sure that if I took a trip around the world, I'd have a couch to sleep on in most countries. That seriously blows my tiny mind.

Everything is cyclical, and I'm sure that when the interest in Twilight wanes, people will move onto the next big thing and it too will have its drama. Such is life.

MMM: What are some things you tend to steer away from when writing a story?

KR: Well, I have the world's best authority on fanfic cliches as my beta, so I try to say away from stuff that's been done to death or else she beats me. Hard. (Actually sometimes I sneak a 'tongues battling for dominance' in there just to provoke her. She's sexy when she gets mad.)

Cliches really do grate on my nerves, although I'm sure when I first started out, I used my fair share of them.

I also try to steer away from stuff I know nothing about. It's really off-putting to read a story in which the author is clearly faking it.

MMM: What advice would you give to a newbie wanting to write fan fiction?

KR: I'd encourage anyone to give it a go. Apart from anything else, it's a fantastic creative outlet and for me, it's very therapeutic.

What I would advise against is doing it for the wrong reasons. If you're passionate about writing and exploring a journey with your characters, then yeah, go for it. If you're doing it for attention/validation - you might be sorely disappointed with the results.

Do it because you love it, not because you think it will make you feel loved.

MMM: What are your top 5 favorite FF’s you’ve read?

KR: My Yes, My No by lolashoes, For The Summer by Camoozle, The List by Laura A Cullen, Tropic of Virgo by in.a.blue.bathrobe and Under the Apple Tree by Danieller123

MMM: What stories do you recommend for our readers?

KR: All of the above, plus anything in my Faves list on FF.net.

MMM: What story do you HAVE to read the moment you see an update?

KR: At the moment I'm really enjoying Glitch and Smooth Operator, so when I see them update I get pretty happy.

MMM: If you had to mismatch the canon pairings who would you put with who and why?

KR: Ooh, hard question. I'm very much a traditional shipper and find it quite difficult to read stuff that isn't canon pairings.

I guess the one I can tolerate most is Edward/Jasper (because...well...yum squared). I can't do Edward or Bella with other people if either of them is still in the story. For example, I MIGHT be able to do Jasper/Bella if Edward doesn't exist. Otherwise, nooooooo. Cannot.

MMM: And which pairings drive you crazy and why?

KR: Oh, God, Bella/Carlisle or Edward/Esme always squick me the most. Just so very...no. Funnily enough I once read an Edward/Jacob pairing that I thought would make me vom for sure, but it turned out to be an amazingly written fic - Underneath. It hasn't updated in ages though which makes me sad.

MMM: What is your craziest fan encounter or review?

KR: I had a fantastic reviewer (who is now a very good friend of mine) write a fic just for me in which I won a competition to meet RPattz and he ends up living with me for a few weeks. It blew me away. This amazing lady spent her valuable time writing something that no one else but me would read, and holy crap, the hotness she wrote was stunning. Such an incredible gift.

I've also had beautiful people send me poetry or banners or artwork inspired by my writing, and I honestly tear up every time. It blows my mind.

MMM: If you could beat the shit out of one Twilight character, from the book or movie, who would it be? How would you do it and why?

KR: I'd seriously like to slap Bella around, in both the book and the movie. In the book, she's just such a fucking killjoy most of the time, and does some seriously stupid stuff.

In the movies, oh...God...I'm going to be crucified for saying this. *deep breath* I don't dig Kristen's portrayal of Bella. At all. I think she's a really talented actor, and I've REALLY enjoyed her in other roles, but as Bella, I find she underplays the emotion to the point of seeming passionless, especially in the scenes with Edward. (Mind you, I don't think Rob does his finest work in the series either. It's all a bit too restrained and mumbly for my taste.)

In their defense, there really isn't enough time in these movies to really delve into the Bella/Edward relationship, and everything feels very rushed and superficial.

(Can you tell I'm not a big fan of the movies?)

In fact, the people that own the Twi-saga for me are the minor character: Billy Black as Charlie, Anna Kendrick as Jessica and Michael Welch as Mike. These three could teach a class on making the biggest impact with the smallest roles. I want to smooshy-cuddle all of them.

My biggest 'WTF?' moment in the books and movies is Bella asking Jake to kiss her. Just didn't work on any level for me and seemed like a really trite plot device designed to ramp up the believability of the rather lame love-triangle.

*locks herself in a cage made from chicken-wire and concrete as the rotten tomatoes start to fly*

MMM: What is your favorite curse word?

KR: I seriously can't go past 'fuck' and all its variations as an all-round, satisfying curse word. I also enjoy 'cocksucker' and 'motherfucker' in the right situations (eg. in the car when every fucking cocksucking motherfucker on the road insists on driving like they're fucking high.)

MMM: If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

KR: Hmmm. I think I'd like God to say, 'Welcome home', because in heaven I'd have two mansions - one for my beautiful family who I adore completely, and one for an eternally naked and hard Robert Pattinson who I would stare at for long periods of time and scare with my embarrassingly loud moaning.

Both mansions would have rooms dedicated to the following - porn, foot-massages, movie marathons with my friends, the sound of the ocean, seafood, orgasms, M & Ms, alcohol.