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Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part II

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For me, this was the best Twilight Movie.

I’d been a fan but not an avid, die-hard fan of Twilight Saga since 2008. Knowing it was about to become a movie, I bought all the hardbound books. These were the only series bought in hardbound. I read all the four books even before I watched the first movie.

The first four movies were kind of disappointing to me. It didn’t match the emotions I felt when reading the books but well… I think nothing can ever replace a reading experience.

I love vampires but honestly, not in this saga. Why?

1. Because the vampires in there had no fangs. I don’t like their crescent-like bite marks, so human.

2. Instead of burning in the sun, they sparkle like diamonds. They should be vulnerable to it or at least when they are young.

3. They don’t sleep. I like vampires who dream or become catatonic during dawn.

4. They can’t fly… but their speed will do, though.

5. They don’t compel or glamour or hypnotize, or whatever you call it.

6. They have different abilities. Some don’t even have one. Edward can only read minds.

7. They don’t bleed. They are like stones that crack.

8. The newborns are the strongest physically. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? As the vampire age, he/she become stronger.

9. They are so humanized.

10. The Cullens don’t drink human blood.

* But I guess, everything I mentioned are just up to the discretion of the author. Vampire mythology and folklore can be based upon but not entirely copied.

If vampires in fiction, I still prefer the creation of:

1. Anne Rice (The Queen of the Damned)
2. Charlaine Harris (True Blood)
3. L.J. Smith (The Vampire Diaries)

Why for me, this is the best Twilight movie?

~ Because finally, Bella has some purpose.
~ Alice’s vision was elaborated, which made a great fight scene especially when I saw Aro behead C******* hahaha which was shocking. I don’t mean to be a spoiler to those who haven’t watched it. I was whispering to my friend, “Oh, my God, that is not in the book…”
~ It’s great they did it, because even to those who read it will be surprised. I like what had happened to Jane.

All in all, it’s great. I never praised any Twilight movie until now. It’s a must watch Twilight Movie. What a finale.

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True Blood Season 5

After watching the last episode of true blood season 5, i wanna scream out loud for everything that happened. I love it. For me it was the best season ever. As in. I stayed awake until 2 in the morning just to finish it and it was worth it. I never saw it coming, not until that pool of B***’s blood starting to materialize. Holy crap! Awesome, incorporating the vampire myths and origins into the series. I am looking forward for the freakin’ sixth season.

I love Eric Northman. Thank God for eliminating the 3000 yr old bloodsucker.

But their enemy become stronger. I wonder what will happen to them.

Love the show. Love HBO for giving us great series to watch.

Elusive Bliss Excerpt Part 1

PROLOGUE

I do not know what they want of me. I am not the one they think I am. Or am I? I’m not sure. But I think they want my life for it.

Who am I? I’m one of those hideous creatures lurking in the night, waiting for a prey to come. I’m not meant to be like this—a bloodsucker. Just an unfortunate night of my life that forced me into this kind of life which I will tell you later.

I’m here to tell a story. I’m a hunter as well as the hunted by unknown enemies waiting to attack. They want me for something I don’t know I have. It runs in the blood, I guess.

I deserve it for I’d been bad. I killed a lot. My own sin is beyond forgiveness.

My name is Rhavelle—Rhavelle Mersine, a five-year-old immortal. So young compared to others I’d met in my twisted life.

I lived in the era where women do not have any right to excel. Women would be praised for being submissive. But that is not the story I am going to tell. I no longer belong to that world now.

I’m not going to tell you the exact date of my birth or any other significant events of my life. They might know that I wrote what had happened to my life and might object to anything I say.

I’m not here to discuss you about my vampire capabilities. I can fly, yes, I can. I’m monstrously strong. I almost have no weakness—except for sunlight, fire, silvers and stakes. Well, that’s a lot, I guess.

What I am about to tell, as my ever unfading memory recalls, is the story of what had happened to me five years ago.

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CHAPTER ONE — I HAVE BECOME

That night should have been just an ordinary night. In a hurry, I walked to work, knowing I was about to be late. The manager would be angry with me again. I was a singer in a cabaret called Elusive Bliss.

A man suddenly blocked my way, towering over me. Into a dark alley near the cabaret, he dragged me. It all happened so fast that the next thing I knew, he already pinned me to the wall. I tried to scream, wriggling my body free from his grasp, but his cold hand covered my mouth. It was too dark that I couldn’t see his face. Only his eyes. His red glowing eyes.

“Do not scream,” he said. “Do not move.”

His deep voice reverberated inside my brain. I stood there in panic, heart pounding, being held by a stranger. I opened my mouth to scream but I couldn’t.

His eyes were beckoning me. In my head, he chanted, You are mine, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine…

I felt my whole body relaxed. Yes, I thought. Yes, I’m yours…

His hands touched my face. I saw a black mark on his left inner wrist. It was a letter M. I didn’t know what it meant. All I knew was: I’m only his and his alone.

Slowly, he tilted my head, exposing my delicate neck. The gesture was erotic as the cold breeze of the night touched the sensitive flesh of my throat. Then he lowered his head and planted a soft, cold kiss.

I gasped, wide-eyed when I felt a sudden pain. A stab of his fatal fangs. But I didn’t care. I was his and nothing more. I was nothing. Floating into the endless abyss of darkness, into the arms of oblivion, I was becoming nothing but his own. I was nothing.

I could barely open my eyes when I realized that the dream was over. I was dreaming, wasn’t I? I tried to move but I realized I couldn’t. I was sitting on a sidewalk bench, head dropped. I wondered how I got here. I was in the dark alley with that man.

There was pain all over me. My arms, legs, waist, and breast hurt. Even inside my very being ached. Between my legs, I felt excruciating pain, like something was flowing from within me but I was so weak to move to check it. So weak that I couldn’t even move a finger. I could feel my faltering heartbeat—so weak and dying. I was dying. I was lost. I didn’t know what had happened. All I remembered was: I was going to Elusive Bliss and—

He came, a young looking man who pulled my head up to face him and cradled my aching body on his strong shoulder. Then to my dread and astonishment, he bit his wrist and pressed it into my almost dead lips.

“Drink,” he said.

And so I did. I tasted his blood. Why did I do that? What was this man doing to me? I could barely see. I knew he was not the one who did this to me. I drank his blood, not knowing why. Memories—visions of him flooded my head.

His name was Jacen McLendon, a hundred-year-old vampire living in this town. But he had the face of twenty-five-year-old young man. This town was his territory, given by his sire, Lionel. His blood-brothers ruled the other nearby towns.

I awoke from the lucid dream of his life. I could see the deserted street, much clearer than before. The night didn’t seem to bother me. I could smell everything, from the freshly-rained ground to the sweet, blood-stench air. I could even see the minute details of the leaves of the trees across, even the uneven bark of the trunk, covered with moss. It was like I was clearly seeing the world for the very first time.

“W—what happened?” I managed to ask. I tried to get up but the sudden pain in my stomach halted me at once. I gasped.

He lifted me out of the bench, hid me behind the bushes and set me on the ground. The cramping pain on my stomach made me curl on my knees and I bit my lips to suppress a scream. I screamed a silent agonized scream until the pain miraculously subsided. Then my own memories flooded into me. I remembered everything.

I tried to move but I couldn’t. My whole body couldn’t obey me. I felt like a mere spectator of some theatrical play wherein the heroine was being assaulted by the villain. On the wall, the stranger pinned me and raised the hems of the layers of my skirt. Cupping my bottom, he forced his hard shaft into me. I opened my mouth to scream for help but no voice came out. The sharp pain of his assault brought warm tears into my eyes. He tore the front of my bodice exposing the swell of my breast and sank his teeth into it. He drank my blood while his body savored my innocence.

He pounded mercilessly, gasping in my ears, embracing me tightly. His brutal thrust went on and on, violating me. The numbing pain crawled into my whole body. It seemed endless. I wanted to struggle but I couldn’t. I felt ashamed of myself. After his final forceful thrust, my knees gave out. He let me go and let me fall on the filthy ground of the alley.

“Oh, my God,” I said in a hardly audible whisper. Warm tears escaped from my eyes. How could I be deflowered in a dark filthy alley and by some stranger that I couldn’t even recognize?

“Hush now, lady. Everything will fine…” this young man said. He smile reassuringly and removed his black coat. He let me wear it, covering my torn clothing and pulled my arms to wrap around his shoulders and lifted me up. He was so strong that I felt like a paper to him. Then to my astonishment, he took off and we soared up in the air.

“Where are we going? What happened to me?” I asked weakly. “You could fly?”

His gaze was up to the sky. “Sleep and rest well, lady. We have a long journey ahead,” he whispered and my tired eyes obeyed him.

(to be continued…)

Fifty Shades of Grey



It was The Fifty Shades of Fucking Grey…

It made me teary-eyed, really but I didn’t cry. I suppressed crying. The ending emotionally affected me–hell, the whole book affected me emotionally. It reminds me of my past, loving this man I knew from the very start who can never love me back. Ow, did I just said that?

I must admit, it was really hot. The way Grey melted Steele to the core. A hell of a book!

Grey was indeed a fifty shades of fucked up, he admitted himself. But somewhere in his heart, I knew he felt something for Steele which he could never admit to himself. I better read the second book now but I’m about to edit mine first 😉

The thought of BSDM was appealling but the true content of this book was the emotions. I can’t blame Steele, though. He’s so overwhelmingly hot. I just wish it will be played by Ian Somerhalder (Damon Salvatore-the overwhelmingly hot vampire guy from The Vampire Diaries).

Of course I won’t tell you more details of the book. I don’t want this to be a spoiler for everyone who haven’t read it.

It’s a must read though not for really young people. It’s so detailed. I wonder why I read some bad reviews about it. It’s actually great. Not for everybody’s taste though.

I want to read it all over again and again but I need to finish the trilogy first. Ha-ha, I’m so addicted to it. I’ll spread how great it is to all I know.

It’s emotionally affecting–I am repeating myself! I’ve read a lot of erotica but I think some of them were just porn. I am overwhelmed by this. I felt this is a modern version of Anne Rice’s The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty Series. It’s so great too but I don’t want to talk about it here. This is about Fifty Shades. Anne Rice already had the half of my heart.

EL James is great. I don’t want to compare her to every other authors I’ve read. She’s different. Her writing is different. I’m addicted to her books.

I’m so excited to read the Fifty Shades Darker. I so love it!

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Vampires are kind of over-touched but…


I am still obsessed with them. I don’t know. Maybe it’s their fangs. Perhaps I wonder how would it feel if one bite my throat and suck my blood. I know it’s crazy, that’s why I’m writing about it.

It’s insane but I wanted to become a vampire myself. It’s engrossing to know you can be so powerful and seductive too. But also being all alone. The solitude and loneliness that you don’t belong in this world. That you are a predator.

I think I understand them. I understand their need for blood (I don’t like vampires who don’t feed on humans). They are the reflection of the other side of humanity.

It started with Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice then The Vampire Lestat, The Queen of the Damned, Tale of the Body Thief… all Vampire Chronicles including Pandora and Vittorio the Vampire. Basically, I read everything Anne Rice wrote about them. Then I ventured to everything she wrote. I’m a huge fan.

Then there’s Jennifer Armintrout. I became fond of her Blood Ties series. Tanya Huff with her Blood Price and others. LJ Smith of The Vampire Diaries, Charlaine Harris of Sookie Stackhouse novels, and of course, Twilight Saga of Stephenie Meyer. The Dracula of course and Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. And all other vampire novels I read.

I also read other vampire books and encyclopedias like The Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead and American Vampires.

After reading everything within my reach, the moved to TV Series and Movies. Especially those that came from the novels I’ve read. Of course Underworld is in my list. I like Selene a lot.

Write your passion, I frequently read it. Yes, I am. I don’t care if it’s been over done. My vampire novels are not entirely the same with the others. Influenced, I guess but not copied. I thank all the authors who did a great job at immortalizing the vampire folklore.