Taylor Lautner - 67th Annual Golden Globe Awards

Every movie that hits theaters is going to have its critics and fans; some meer than others. This has certainly been the case with the Twilight saga as it has fans in a frenzy and haters going berserk.

Then the fans turn on the haters and become the haters of... well... the haters. All this going on with extreme passion on both sides of the ring.

It is a bit conspicuous that those with strong negative view points are not happy; but why?

Vampire films have been around for decades including Nosferatu and Bram Stoker's Dracula. Some claim that these are "real" vampire films and truly frighten people...

to darkfairy97! thank you!

i woke.if u called that sleeping. but i diddnt want to move, i was too shocked to move, like i couldn't, paralized . again.
Jacob zei that he wasn't going to leave the house after last night, had givin up to continuing carrying on about the scent.
i jsut sat back ,and diddnt reply. i couldn't say a word. my face was numb, my whole body was cut off from me.
i knew that me acting this way would give concerns to jacob, but that diddnt matter now. i believe that after seeing Carlisle that Jacob knew who was there last night, but was too afraid of me to ask what happened....

edward point of view.

(p.sfor New_moon_master!)

imortality, hurts when u have nothing to live for.
the darkness helps, being alone, cutting off all sanity.
bella., her brown eyes. her scaret blush, fragile. beautiful. Isabella.

"Carlisles home, edward please come down and greet your father." esmes thoughts begged. she found any eccuse just to see me act "normal"
i diddnt move, only to continue my rocking back and forth.
"hey carlisle, how was work?" alice zei joyfully.
"umm ok i guess" he mumled, even up here i could hear everything that was said.
"i saw bella today"
my head jerked up. and i sped...

the remake of the old capter 3, i was just to tired that i worte horible

dedicated to migutza2006


i sat down with my hot warm of coffee into the old armchair. just starrting at her lie there in her deep innocent slumber.
i couldnt resist, to walk over and just stop and stare.
she had two dimples painted in her cheeks with her smile, as thought hse was having a dream, a good dream. she was a good dream only waiting fr me to wake up.
she was peace, the inner tranquility that i longed the heal from.
she may not be able the heal the hole in my chest, but she was one big bandaid.
i stood there for minute...