I'm a bad boy cause I don't even miss her.

Urg.

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 14:57:07 GMT

I don't like Kristen Stewart. She gives me bad vibes and if I ever met her in person I'm sure foul language would come about.

So, I've decided to make fun of her.

I think that sums it up nicely.

Darling boy, Fanfiction, Rosalie/Emmett, PG-13

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:07:56 GMT

Title: Darling Boy.
Author: baphne.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Rosalie/Emmett centric with other canon parings.
Short summary: Rosalie Hale comes to terms with sin.
Disclaimer: So not SMeyer.
Author's Note: Un-betaed. & one of the first things I've been proud of in a long time.

When the venom had first flowed into her veins she knew only pain.
When the venom began to creep into his veins she knew pure anguish.

Everyone she had ever met called her vain, selfish, snobby. They were merely words, human words that meant nothing to her now, she couldn't help but feel that if her immortality gave her nothing else it placed her above them.

Being selfish had never bothered her until she heard him scream.

Esme begged her to come away, to wait somewhere else, but she couldn't. Rosalie had taken a life, but she had never taken a soul. Regardless of who bit him, it was still her fault. She wanted to bare witness to the deed that would damn her forever.

---------

It had been a week, the first three days were filled with fire, the fourth filled with blood and the fifth filled with a name. Emmett. Her sin had a name, and she would carry it with her always.

Carlisle understood why she asked him, though he would never admit it. Finding a missing piece to your heart can be the most painful thing in the world. Rosalie respected him after he changed Emmett for her; she understood the look of pain that crossed his face everytime Esme saw a child. Her father in death believed himself to be damned, just like his children.

---------

"Hello." His voice was still rough, perhaps it had always been that deep. The venom had erased most of his memory.

This was the first time he'd spoken to her directly, he probably didn't notice, but she did.

"Hello, Emmett."

Tilting his head to the right, he regarded her strangely. "Why?"

She didn't have to ask what he meant, she had asked Carlisle the same question on the same day so many years ago.

"I'm a monster, darling boy," she whispered, knowing full well he would hear. "Seeing you, smelling you, watching you die, I knew that I wanted to be the last one to ever harm you."

Satisfied, he left the room.

---------

A month passed before he came to her, fresh from hunting, his eyes golden. Her eyes were lost in the woods beyond her window but she knew he was there; he was in her bones.

She thought she was imagining the hand in her hair, the fingers running over her neck until he spoke.

"You're not a monster."

--------

She decided she loved him the day she damned him, his love came later.

"I am a monster." Her statement left no room for him to question.

He crossed the distance and stood before her. "So am I, Angel."

Shoulders shaking in sobs with no tears, she muttered, "You weren't supposed to be."

His hand lifted chin, bring her eyes to his. It was the first time she was ever positive that he touched her, even though it felt like a dream.

"Yes I was."

--------

The smiles she received from her father in death almost made her love him. Rosalie was finding joy in sin, just as he was. Maybe she could love the Cullens one day.

For the first time in her death, she laughed when Emmett became a Cullen.

Later that evening, Esme offered to brush her hair and for the first time, Rosalie didn't refuse.

-------

Love was never proclaimed, just understood, in the beginning. He wanted to know about her life. She was surprised that she told him.

Rosalie spoke of Royce and his friends, how it felt when they ripped her apart, how it felt when Carlisle tried to put her back together.

Only after her story did she come up with a reason for her honesty; she loved him enough to tell him why she couldn't touch him.

-------

He asked her to marry him on a Tuesday. They were walking around the grounds to the new Cullen home. Her parents found it best to move because of Emmett's blood lust.

"Of course I wouldn't ask you to change your name," he teased. She found just as much comfort in his humor as she did in his arms. "Being anything but a Hale is just unthinkable!"

"I once thought a lot of things unthinkable." Emmett once told her he counted her smiles. 47

------

She found strength in his cold hand, more so then she could ever voice aloud.

"Does this bother you," he asked quietly, free hand motioning to the party before them.

Her eyes found the bride and groom then, arms wrapped around each other, swaying in small circles.

"No, darling boy." She turned her face to him and sighed. "Everyone deserves their sin, let the girl be happy." He beamed at her, a bigger fan of the new Mrs. Cullen than his wife. Placing a chaste kiss on her perfect lips, he rose, making his way toward Jasper.

------

No one asked Edward to leave when Bella was turned, least of all Rosalie.

Damnation is a private matter.

Leah drabble.

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:11:07 GMT

Title: Happily Ever After.
Author's Note: Just a short drabble, nothing special. I probably won't post it anywhere but here.
Rating: PG.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Leah stared out into the woods with out seeing. Happily ever after. The phrase kept running through her mind. Sue Clearwater had asked Leah to watch a movie with her this afternoon. She didn't know why she had agreed to it, maybe it was because she couldn't bear to hurt her poor mother anymore. Maybe it was because she wanted a distraction. Maybe it was because she didn't want to feel alone.

As she sat on the old, tattered couch in her father's normal spot, knees against her chest and her arms firmly around them, she became engrossed in the pointless movie. A plot that had been used over and over again.

Two people fall in love, and after a small struggle they come together happily. Happily ever after.. Leah couldn't remember the title of the film.

Her mother had smiled at her fondly as the movie came to a close. Leah could see the hope in her mother's eyes. Her little girl was coming back.

She gave a bitter chuckle as she removed a cigarette from the pack and lit it. Leah wasn't even sure where that little girl went.

The truth about fairy tales is that the handsome prince runs off with another princess while his first love, his first princess is left to fall from perfection, to die and decay. Bitter, old, alone.

Fanfiction: Leah/Embry drabble, Hard R/NC-17.

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 00:17:23 GMT

Title: Coming Undone.
Author: Baphne!
Rating: Hard R or NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Leah/Embry
Short summary: This wouldn't be the last time.
Disclaimer: My name's Baphne, not Stephenie.
Author's Note: This is so un-cannon it's not funny, but it demanded to be written. All errors are mine.

Sex is different now.

Sex is better now.

A primal side was always there, but now it's more pronounced, more apparent. When she made love to Sam, it never felt like this. He was always gentle, so soft and caring. Smooth was one of the best words to describe it. They knew each other's bodies well enough to sense the needs of the other.

Sam knew where to bite and push to make her fly over the edge - but he was always in control.

This was so much different.

Even though they were both werewolves, and his form was much bigger when the changed, Leah felt in charge. Embry held her hips firmly as she moved with abandon, not caring at all about how this would effect the pack in the morning. Leah's tongue tangled with his in a dance for power as they mated.

Mated. That's what this was; she had fucked Sam, she had fucked Paul, Embry was different. She had never lost control of her self so fully. Nothing could compare to being with Embry, not even both her orgasm with the other boys combined. This was primal, animalistic.

And she loved it.

Judging by the sounds ripping from Embry's chest, he felt the same.

"Fuck, Leah," he panted as his hands moved to her breasts.

She bent down and nipped as his ear as they continued.

Leah was positive that this was not going to be the last time she came apart in his warm and safe embrace.

Fan Fiction: Leah/Jacob, R.

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:50:20 GMT

Title: Almost.
Author: baphne, the great.
Rating: R. Sexual situations, swearing.
Characters/Pairings: Leah/Jacob.
Short summary: She had almost forgotten where she was. Almost.
Disclaimer: My name's Baphne, not Stephenie
Author's Note: I blame lastupenda for this, she convinced me to write it. && it's un-beta-ed. Just sayin.

She had almost forgotten where she was. Almost. Here, in this clearing deep inside the dense forest, she could truly let go. She didn't have to be brave, she didn't have to be strong - she could simply be and that was good enough.

Almost.

Even as she met his thrusts, even as her nails dug into the soft skin of his back and made him growl, she knew he wasn't fucking her. No, the one he wanted to badly to be with was marrying one of those leeches and that broke him more than he would ever admit.

She didn't need to read his mind to know that.

Leah was fucking him though. The name of her former lover didn't enter her mind as she gazed up at Jacob. She wanted this, she wanted him to use her, to need her to ease his own pain.

The bitter girl wanted to feel the way Paul felt when she rode him til he screamed her name, the way Embry felt when he had lost himself in her so fully that his bite was still visible on her shoulder.

Used, whole, alive.

It thrilled her to the core when his head dropped down to her neck, his breath tickling her as his thrust became more erratic as he whispered in her ear.

"I want to fucking tear you apart."

----

The smell of smoke woke him. Rolling over, he saw her sitting up, gazing at the sun, cigarette between her fingers.

After retrieving what was left of his clothing, he moved to stand behind her.

"I need to get back," he stated, his voice thick with sleep.

She took a drag, acting as though she had not heard him.

"No one is stopping you."

Now she had to be strong, to be brave. It almost worked. Almost.

She wasn't paying attention as he knelt behind her, her thoughts a million miles away until she was brought crashing back to earth by the feel of his warm lips on her cheek. Before any response could register in her mind he was gone, rushing off into the forest.

Leah touched the spot with her free hand as the other brought her cigarette back to her mouth.

She didn't think it was possible to break anymore.

Monster, Carlise/Esme fanfic.

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:48:26 GMT

Title: Monster
Author: baphne, the great.
Rating: PG, maybe.
Characters/Pairings: Carlisle/Esme.
Short summary: Companion piece to Selfish. - Written about Esme's change.
Disclaimer: My name's Baphne, not Stephenie
Author's Note: Monster can be read with out reading Selfish, but for a better understand, you should read both.

all typos are mine, and mine alone.

He had been apart of the world for 281 years and in that time he had seen many things, both devastating and monumental. When he was born into the after life, he had considered himself one of the purest forms of evil. The thirst had overpowered him and he wanted it more than anything else; the young and very much alive Carlisle would have never seen that as a possibility as he was so determined to do 'God's Work' for his father, in that time pleasing his father was all that mattered. After he had been bitten his whole life had been taken from a Godly light and plunged into the fires of hell.

The first time that Carlisle was sure that he was not damned was the first time he drank blood, blood that was not human. Another life was possible, he didn't have to become a monster. Since that moment he had never felt like a monster, he felt like a man searching to win back his soul by doing good deeds.

Try as he might, he could never compare the pain that he went through, both during the actual change and as he searched for his life, until this very moment. He thought nothing could even be put in the same category as that pain until this moment.

Carlisle Cullen had never been more sure that he was a monster sent straight from the pits of hell until he looked at her in death.

Sweat matted her carmel hair to her pale forehead, that was becoming lighter by the moment, her limbs moved in spasms as the venom continued to spread though her. His golden eyes found her once brown ones and he felt the fires of hell.

They were becoming a different color entirely, a color he knew all to well. Red, blood red.

"Please!" She screamed, face contorted in agony. "Please make it stop! You're hurting me! God, PLEASE!"

Her sobs were the only sound that greeted his ears. He had known the transformation would be painful and he didn't want to raise questions, to avoid this inevitable thing he had brought her to an abandoned building a few miles from the hospital. He wasn't even sure if he still had a job there after running from it three nights ago with out so much as a goodbye; he also wasn't sure that he even cared.

They didn't have much longer in the transformation, she was in the worst of it now - the last day is always the worst. The first day is filled with fire, that much he remembered, the second day the fire begins to change into pain. The third day is when the body changes, becomes like stone and the blood becomes food, not the life source it once was. The third day is the day that stays with all vampires, no matter how old they become.

Edward had left them alone, seeing in Carlisle's mind how hard this was for him. At first he had offered to watch her while his 'father' got some rest. Carlisle had tried to hide his thoughts but he knew Edward heard him. 'No rest for the wicked'.

Sighing, he glanced at his watch. They had roughly 20 minutes until they change was complete. He wanted so much for this all to be over, for her to stop screaming.

A screeched pierced through the night and Carlisle felt his heart break. He reached for her hand, holding it in his equally cold one.

"It's almost over. I promise."

Her screams became more subdued at his words while his hand held hers still. Something about hearing his voice calmed her and for that he was grateful. He was a monster, but she wasn't. No, she was the purest of angels and he was a selfish monster who didn't even deserve to be in the same room as her.

Before he could comprehend what was about to happen her body stilled, the pain finally ending.

He pressed his icy lips to her forehead as he mumbled words of apology.

She would awake at any moment and he had to be ready. The thirst was strongest then and she would be thousands of times stronger then him, her own human blood filling her.

Wrapping his arms around her small body he buried his nose in her hair. She felt so perfect, so pure. She was all he had ever searched for, all he had ever wanted.

That was all ripped from his arms very suddenly as she sprang away as though his iron grip was nothing more than a child holding a mother's hand.

Bright red eyes took in the room before she ran for the door, he ran after her but she was much to fast.

You fool!, he thought. You should have been ready!

He heard a crash as she fly out of the door. It sounded like thunder.

As he reached the door, he saw her struggling to break free of the person who had blocked her escape path.

Carlisle had never been more thankful to God to have Edward in his life than he was at that moment.

The young vampire pulled her back into the room and placed her struggling form back on the floor. Edward was much newer than his father, his strength greater.

Carlisle grabbed her wrist and wrapped them around her small torso while Edward secured her legs.

"Is it always like this?" his son grunted.

Carlisle looked at him in a moment of amusement. "No, I had a better grip on you."

Edward's mouth lifted up into a sideways smile, "Lucky for you."

The blond vampire looked back at the new born he was restraining, her head was lulling to both sides as she tried to fight them in vain. Two vampires were a fair bit stronger than one newborn.

"Esme." His voice was rough in his own ears. "Esme," he called again.

Her blood red eyes snapped up to met his at the mention of her human name. Awareness now filling them.

"I remember you," she stated matter of factly, her movements stilling. "You're Dr. Cullen."

If his heart could have moved it would have jumped up into his chest. She remembered him.

"Yes, yes, I'm Dr. Cullen."

Her face clouded with confusion. "Am I dead?"

Edward's chuckle reminded Carlisle that he was still in the room.

"In a manner of speaking," Carlisle told her in a voice he reserved for his patients.

-------

Carlisle looked out of the window into the breaking morning. It had been a long night, even by his standards. Esme had taken the news very well, she had believed him with no doubts in her mind, he didn't need Edward to confirm that as a fact. He tried to answer her question about managing the thirst as best he could but Edward was much better at it, his first night in death much fresher than his 'father's'.

"Carlise?"

Her light voice flooded his senses, soothing all this worries and concerns about everything.

He turned to her and found her much closer than he had expected her to be comfortable being to him. Wasn't she angry with him? Didn't she hate him for being the selfish bastard that he knew he was? The older vampire didn't recognize the emotion on her face.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment he prepared himself for her anger, for her rage, for her hatred.

He was not prepared for the pair of cold lips that pressed gently to his own, he was not prepared for swell of affection deep in his soul that was stronger than any of his sorrow.

As she pulled away and his eyes snapped open and onto her face he was even more surprised by her small smile.

"Forgive my forwardness, but I've been wanting to do that since I was sixteen years old."

He was selfish, and he was a monster, and he was damned for robbing such an angel from her rightful time in heaven.

A large grin broke on to his handsome face. As long as he was going to hell, he might make the most of his time with the closest he would ever come to an angel.

Selfish.

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 03:23:09 GMT

Title: Selfish.
Author: baphne, the great.
Rating: G, i guess.
Characters/Pairings: Carlisle, with hinted CarlislexEsme.
Short summary: "Something in her broken, battered, and bleeding face made him selfish enough to love her with is whole heart." Carlisle finds Esme in the morgue.
Disclaimer: My name's Baphne, not Stephenie.

AN: I'm the proud owner of all the typos, spell check and I just have an affair.

"I'm sorry to ask you to do this, I know you must hate going in there!"

The taller, blond, man smiled at him. "No, I don't mind. Go ahead, you'll be late."

Dr. Frank Miller smiled at his fellow physician and hurried off; it was his anniversary and Dr. Brown had fallen ill, leaving him and Dr. Cullen to handle the night shift. Carlisle felt a wave of sympathy for the human, he had been talking about the dinner he had planned with his wife all afternoon. There was no way he would rob him of that very human joy.

With an un-needed sigh, Carlisle began to make his rounds, his and Frank's rounds, he corrected mentally. It really wasn't much a challenge for him, being a vampire not only gave him super speed but excellent patience.
At that thought he chuckled remembering his 'son', Edward's, outburst that very morning when Carlisle had said something about him being a bit broody. He had made a mental note not to bring that topic up again for a few decades.

He could see an emptiness in Edward's eyes that he wasn't even sure Edward knew was there. It bothered him more then he would ever dare think, and think was important as his 'son' could read minds.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Carlisle reached his first stop, the morgue. This is the room Frank was referring too; all of the Doctors in the hospital hated the morgue, that was to be expected - most humans had a very rational fear of death. This was another situation where being a member of the undead helped him out quite well.

He pushed open the door to make sure that all the bodies were in some semblance of order before moving on to the east wing of the building. Dr. Cullen had only planned to take a quick look around but he froze the minute his hand touched the door.

Was that a heart beat? He couldn't be certain, it was so very faint, but he swore he heard it.

Thump..............thump. Sure of it this time, Carlisle entered the morgue. He walked swiftly to the back right corner of the large room, careful to not disturb the other bodies. He reached the source of his noise in a matter of seconds.

The heart beat was slowing; he pulled back the thin white sheet to reveal a beautiful woman who had no business being in this dark hole.

Even though her body was covered in bruises and cuts, her face, even through the blood, exuded sadness. So much pain on such a beautiful face, it hurt him to look at her.

Wait, he had looked at her before, he knew her! He saw her almost a decade before when she was just a child. She had broken her leg and he had mended it - she had never even mentioned the pain in her leg as she spoke to him, her voice only catching slightly when he moved his hands swiftly around it.

She had looked at him in a way that no other person had ever looked at him before; not as a monster or as an incarnation of beauty - she looked at him like he was good. He could never describe the look even if he was given lifetimes, which he was; but that one look from that young girl had made him feel as close to whole as he had ever felt in his very long life, both alive and dead.

What had happened to her? Her beautiful face? Her bell like laugh? Those warm eyes that made him so sure that he could do anything in the whole world?

At that very moment Carlisle experience several new emotions at once.

Anger. He wanted to find the person responsible for her hurt and make him pay, and that urge made him shudder to the deepest part of his being - he had never been taken hold of by anger that strong.

Longing. He needed to see her smile. He needed it more than anything in the whole world, it surpassed the thirst gnawing in his throat ten fold. Holding her in his arms would make everything better, he just knew it - and that surprised him.

Hope. This emotion wasn't new to him, but it was the strongest it had ever been. Hope for the future coursed through him faster then blood ever had, faster than joy, happiness, warmth, anything.

He reached out a cold hand to touch her almost as cold face.

She's almost gone. He couldn't lose her, he didn't want to lose her, he needed her. That though shook him to the core.

When he changed Edward he was being begged, when he was changed he was begging for it to end. Now, he was begging himself for the strength to save her. To save this beautiful creature for a completely selfish reason.

Something in her broken, battered, and bleeding face made him selfish enough to love her with is whole heart and he couldn't let the world suffer from not seeing her bright smile again.

Thump.................................thump.

He pressed his icy lips to her forehead before lowering his venomous teeth to her tender neck.

Silence.

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:31:16 GMT

Title: Silence
Author: why me, baphne.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: Edward centric, hinted ExB and BloodLust!Edward.
Short summary: Takes place durning New Moon while Edward is hunting Victoria.
Any warnings: Um, just the usual vampire stuff, I guess.
Disclaimer: So not Stephenie! Just saying.

AN: All typo's are mine. Spell check and I were just hanging out.

So. Close.

It had been months, but it felt like years. He watched her from across the crowded bar, dancing, smiling, laughing.
She looked so warm and fresh - the smell of life wrapped around her tighter than her small red dress.

Red. It was as though she was asking for it. Begging.

Edward didn't need to breathe but he sighed never the less, inhaling her scent fully into his wasted body. He closed his eyes at the aroma, she smelt amazing. She smelt fresh. His main purpose was to kill that bitch, Victoria, before she could hurt anyone that he cared about, anyone that used to care about him - his mind added bitterly. But he couldn't stay away from this bar, not when the call of the blood was so strong it infused itself into every fiber of his being.

It would be so easy, he told himself, "So, so easy to walk over to her, she wouldn't stop me. She would invite me in, beg me to take her." He envisioned it - She would sigh as he pushed her up against the wall, moan as his lips ran along her jaw as she tilted her head back, exposing her long neck. Hunger would be coursing through him and would over take his arousal, his eyes would close briefly as he let the beast out. It would be over in a mere matter of seconds, she would feel no pain. With just the right bite he could easily cut her vocal cords - this would give him even more time to devour her both body and blood.

Warm, sweet, sticky. It would seep down his throat like honey and he would finally silence the monster. His body and mind would be his own again, he wouldn't have to think about her. He cringed mentally at the mere reference.

He ran his onyx eyes over her form. Tan skin, long brown hair framing her heart shaped face that held a soulful pair of brown eyes. She was almost perfect. Almost.

Thoughts raced through his ravenous mind with alarming speed, even for him.

The soft blush on her checks when he extended his hand to her.
The smell of her breath when her lips parted, intent on deepening his chaste kiss.
Her sleeping form calling to him in more ways that her innocent mind could ever understand.

His Bella.

The brunette in the red dress was making her way towards him now, he had been so wrapped up in his own world that he hadn't realized it. Her hips swayed in a manner that he was sure she thought was seductive, left arm swinging in front of her curvy form.

He knew she was speaking to him, but the blood rushing in his ears didn't allow him to hear her. She smelt amazing, it was almost enough to drawn out the voice he knew was going to follow his thoughts.

Edward, it whispered softly. You know you don't want to do it, you know what would happen.

Of course he knew what would happen. Silence, that's what would happen. Pure, blissful silence.

Please, the voice begged. For me.

He sighed again, he would do anything for her - Leave her, listen to her, love her for all of eternity.

"I asked you if you wanted to step outside with me."

This wasn't Bella's voice, this one belonged to the brunette. Edward raised his eyes to her; she could never compare to his Bella.

"No," his velvet voice sounded harsh in his own ears. "I don't."

The monster howled as he rose fluidly from his chair and walked out of the bar in a speed almost to fast for humans. The night air helped him think, it helped him forget.

No matter how many places he went, no matter how many women he saw, she was always inside of him, guiding him on the right path.

An angry sob ripped from his chest as he began to run. He closed his eyes under the shine of the moon, wondering where she was, wondering if she was happy, wondering if he had made the right choice.

This is the story of a girl..........

Thu, 15 May 2008 05:50:06 GMT

Introduction?
Don't mind if I do.

- My name is actually Brittany, but my friends and family all call me baphne. It's a long story, but if you ask me I'll probably tell you.
- As of the day this was written I have 7 more days of high school! My offical graduation date is June 6th.
- College is in my future and I have no idea what I want to do! haha.
- I love to read! Twilight and Harry Potter have both consumed my life at different points in time.
- I'm told quite often that I'm extremely funny.
- As an upcoming freshman in college, and dirt broke, I live with my family.
- I have a very boring and annoying job in a pharmacy. The gals are great though!
- I pace a lot.
- My favorite color is a tie between green and purple.
- I sing well.
- I'm an aspiring vegetarin! It's tough stuff!
- Diet coke is my addiction.
- I live in Virginia on the West Virginia, Tennessee border.
- I love to travel.
- I'm the queen of funny faces.
- I can drive a lot better than I used to.
- When ever I'm sad, I watch Hairspray - it's funny and it cheers me up.
- The bookshelf in my bedroom is over flowing ( to the floor, the dresser, my bedside table, the laundry hamper).
- I have some big dreams!

This is my...........hmm........fourth or fifth LJ. The first one I created so I could doing a HP writing group and prove to them that I was just as good as they were. I was 14.

I really want to try to be very attentive to this LJ, and I hope I can be.

&hearts;