Vanity Fair Interview With Peter Facinelli!

Vanity Fair had the chance to catch up with Peter Facinelliin New York City where they discussed New Moon and his role as Dr. Carlisle Cullen:

Has there been a difference in the way you interact as a cast since you filmed Twilight?

Rob[ert Pattinson] has more security guards hanging around him! [Laughs] Other than that, not really. We really enjoy each other’s company, and we’ve been working so much on this movie that we really haven’t had as much time to hang out with each other. We’re putting in these long hours and then just heading home. Usually we just try to catch dinner with each other then get back up the next morning and do it all over again.

How does New Moon differ from Twilight?

You know, Twilight was an independent movie. It was shot very documentary style, the way Catherine [Hardwicke, Twilight’s director] shoots. It has a rawness to it, which I think is nice. New Moon’s a little bit crisper, it has a little bit more of a studio feel, but it still has that edge.

Speaking of family, will you please give me one word to describe each of the Cullen clan actors starting with Kellan Lutz?

Ok. [Laughs] Goofy!

Nikki Reed:

Complex.

Jackson Rathbone:

Artistic.

There’s tons more, so head over to Vanity Fair HERE to read the rest!

Dear Diary (Unfinished)

Edward and I were in the middle of laughing about something when his face went blank, expressionless. After a couple of seconds his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pulled down on the sides. We were pulling into the driveway of our house, so I assumed he heard something in someones thoughts, but before I had the chance to ask, he was already inside. I followed quickly behind him and within a few seconds I understood exactly why Edward had such a rapid change in mood.

Nahuel was sitting shyly on the cream colored couch, his eyes darting expeditiously from Rosalie to Jacob and resting a few seconds longer on Renesmee. My jaw dropped and I let out a loud threatening hiss that I half startled myself with. My eyes were locked on the back of Rosalie’s head, and although I knew she was aware that Edward and I were standing there, she would not turn around.

As Edward approached Rosalie, I stood at the door, in my now half crouch, afraid to go near her. I was afraid of what I would do to her after she blatantly refused to respect our wishes. Jacob glanced over at me, then made his way over to let me know exactly what had happened. He kept his voice to a low whisper, which somehow made me relax my stone hard body. “I had no idea Rosalie was arranging this the whole time behind our backs. Nessie was with me out back in my place, then after about an hour Rosalie called her over to the house. I came over with Nessie and…”  Jacob paused, then glanced over at Nahuel and continued. “That hybrid child was standing in here. Rosalie keeps insisting she just wants a friend for Nessie. Someone who… who understands her.” He put his head down, almost as if he were ashamed of something.

I knew Jacob was going to start to actually believe that Nahuel was better for Renesmee. I remember a time when I felt like I wasn’t good enough for Edward, so I know exactly how he was feeling. I was disappointed in Jake, though. I thought after everything he witnessed between Edward and I that he would know, first hand, that it’s okay to be different. Edward taught me so much about myself, about life. I taught Edward a lot, too. We learned, and grew, from each others differences. We never gave up on each other, despite the seemingly impossible. I know there is no way Jacob could ever give up on Renesmee. I mean, he has imprinted. I just don’t want him to give up on himself. To actually believe that he’s not good enough for Renesmee. I can’t predict the future, that’s Alice’s job, but I know one day Nessie might fall in love with Jacob. I also know that I can’t think of a better person in this world that I would rather see her fall in love with.

I assured Jacob that there is no one better for Nessie. Jacob is her best friend. He protects her, makes her laugh and has helped her understand the meaning of unconditional love. We both agreed that it would be absolutely fine for Renesmee to be friends with Nahuel, but we weren’t going about it Rosalie’s way. It was almost as though she was trying to perform some sort of delusional arranged marriage. She wants things her way, regardless of if it makes Nessie happy, and I wont allow that to happen.

I could see Edward was trying to walk a line between furious and welcoming. He didn’t want to make Nahuel feel unwelcome. After all, this was not Nahuel’s fault, and we truly do not disapprove of Nessie being friends with him – we just don’t want Rosalie forcing them together, and shutting Jacob out while doing so. This isn’t her call to make.

Edward was mumbling, almost whispering something to Rosalie and she retorted in a loud, sarcastic sounding voice. “So Renesmee isn’t allowed to have friends other than Jacob? Because that’s really healthy for a child, to only have one friend.” She rolled her eyes and something in me snapped. I wasn’t afraid I would hurt her, I know I’m better than that. But, I was going to give her a piece of my mind.

I flew into the room where they were all standing awkwardly, yet still gracefully. I saw Carlisle’s eyes grow larger than normal out of my peripheral view as I stood there, face to face with Rosalie, my eyes locked on her seemingly confused eyes. For the first time since I have known Rosalie, I gave her an unabbreviated piece of my mind. “Listen, Rosalie. I like Nahuel. I love Renesmee. I love Jacob. This has nothing to do with Edward and I not wanting Nessie to have friends. That is completely ridiculous. I see what you are trying to do, and that is what makes me angry. You’re bothered by the fact that in this crazy world of vampires and werewolves, that Renesmee’s best friend happens to be a werewolf. Sure, imprinting might seem weird to you, and it seems weird to me, too. Craving human blood seems weird to Jacob, though, but it’s not something we can change. We can’t help the fact that we thirst for innocent humans, just like Jacob can’t help what he is.” I stopped for a moment, surprised by Rosalie’s expression. She was listening to everything I said. Her face looked softer, her features relaxed.

I lowered my voice once I knew that some of what I was saying was getting through to her, and continued. “Look, I understand that you were forced to do things in your life that… that you would not have chosen on your own. But that should have made you realize more than anyone that it’s not okay. It’s not okay to be forced to do something that you don’t feel in your heart. I don’t want Renesmee to feel obligated to like or dislike anyone. She can and will make her own decisions, and if you try to influence them anymore, I will have no choice but to leave – to take Nessie away from you so that you can’t do this to her anymore.” I felt Edward slip his hand around my waist, as though he was reinforcing everything I said.

Rosalie nodded her head, folded her hands together then walked out of the room. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even say goodbye to Nahuel. I apologized to Nahuel for everything before he left and thankfully he understood. Alice walked him out and let him know that he was welcome to come back anytime. I half laughed to myself  as I thought of how dysfunctional Nahuel must think we all are, and that he probably would never take Alice up on her offer to come visit anytime soon.

A few minutes after Rosalie left the room, I followed after her. I didn’t want any hostility between us and I needed to know that she wouldn’t continue trying to control Nessie’s life. Everything felt so unfinished. So fragmented. Edward tried to follow behind, but I asked that he let me talk to her alone.

I have to go now, Alice and I are going shopping for Halloween decorations. She wants to make the new house the spookiest house on the street. This should be interesting. I will write again next week and let you know how our talk and the Halloween decorating went.

-Bella

EDIT: Looking for a new dark love story to read? I have written a novella called, ‘My Darrling.’ (This is not the Willow series I’ve been working on, rather it’s a small side project.). You can read a preview and purchase ‘My Darrling’ HERE.

XO

Dear Diary (I Understand)

Renesmee asked me, for the first time, if I have ever killed a human. She asked Edward, too. Her chocolate brown eyes were rich with curiosity, which caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting this question so soon. I could tell by her casual tone of voice that she didn’t care either way, she wouldn’t think of us any differently, she just wanted to know. But how do I tell my perfect little angel, my Nudger, that I haven’t just killed one human, but I’ve killed two? How was Edward going to explain his past?

I remember being in Nessie’s situation. Curious. Thirsting for answers. I remember needing to know about the beautiful boy with the pale skin who took over my dreams at night. I also remember knowing that no matter what, I wouldn’t have judged Edward. When he told me he had killed humans, I loved him just as much. I was almost certain Renesmee wouldn’t look at us differently if she knew.

I let Edward into my head briefly to show him that I wanted to tell Renesmee the truth. His golden eyes pierced into mine, making me lose my train of thought for half a second, then he nodded in agreeance. I opened my mouth slightly, contemplating how to start, and before I got anything out, to my relief, Edward began speaking.”Renesmee, your Mother and I have had to face certain situations in life, because we are different. Things we can’t control. I can assure you, though, that we have never taken the life of anyone who was a good person.” He paused, looking down as if he wished he could take the words back, then continued, trying to justify what he just said. “I know it is not our role to play God, to decide if someone should live, or die. I will never claim that we did the right thing, but we are flawed. We have had to work hard to obtain the control we have now. Once you are a bit older, I plan on explaining my history to you. I want you to know everything about what we are, and understand everything that comes with being different.” Edward wrapped his hand around Nessie’s head and pulled her in close to him. I didn’t have anything left to say. Edward said everything perfectly.

Renesmee lightly pulled herself back from Edward so she could see his face and in her soft, innocent voice said “I Understand.” Her face was angelic and I could tell she was satisfied with Edward’s answer. When she looked over at me, I smiled and opened my arms for her to come give me a hug. Jacob knocked on the door just as Nessie gave me a small kiss on the cheek and I wondered how his timing was so perfect. I assumed he was listening outside of the door.

Jacob wanted to take Nessie on her first official tour of parts of New Hampshire. He also wanted to borrow Edward’s car. We know Renesmee will always be safe if she’s with Jacob, so it’s never an issue with us when he wants to take her somewhere. I know he would die before he let something happen to her. When Edward reads Jacob’s mind, he can hear how fiercely protective he is of Renesmee, and that, of course, puts Edward at ease.

Without even the slightest hesitation, Edward threw his car keys at Jacob and suggested some spots to take Nessie that he thought she would like. Edward’s face turned serious and his eyebrows knitted together for half a second as he reminded Jake to have Nessie back by her bedtime. Jake reassured us he would have her back more than early enough for bedtime, then grabbed her by her little, perfect hand and they left.

Edward talked to Carlisle about Rosalie and her attempts to take Nessie to visit Nahuel without mine or Edward’s consent. Edward simply explained that he doesn’t want to have to move away from the rest of the Cullen’s, but if this continues, Edward and I might have to move into our own house, away from Rosalie, in order to protect Nessie. It’s not that I don’t want Nessie to know Nahuel, because eventually I’m sure they will be friends. It’s just that I know Jacob loves Nessie with everything he has in him and I don’t want to cause any hostility between Nahuel and Jacob. I know that anyone who tries to take Nessie away from Jake could get hurt. He has imprinted on her and he will be there, always. Right now I just feel as though she is too young to have to worry about anything. She will be mature enough to make her own decisions soon – and that’s all I want, is for her to make her own choices based on what she feels in her heart. Not based on what Rosalie thinks would be better for her.

Carlisle is going to have a talk with Rosalie when the time is right, and let her know that Edward and I would rather leave than have to worry, constantly, about Nessie being forced into something. I decided on Edward based on nothing but my heart – and I want the same for Renesmee. I love Edward more than I could ever put into words and I hope that one day Nessie will get to feel the same way about someone.

I will write again soon, and let you all know what happened following Rosalie’s talk with Carlisle. Things definitely got… interesting.

-Bella

EDIT: Looking for a new dark love story to read? I have written a novella called, ‘My Darrling.’ (This is not the Willow series I’ve been working on, rather it’s a small side project.). You can read a preview and purchase ‘My Darrling’ HERE.

XO 

Carlisle & Emmett New Moon Promo Shots!

Carlisle and Emmett Cullen promo shots. Very nice!

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Peter Facinelli Heads out of Los Angeles!

New Moon / Eclipse star Peter Facinelli was spotted going through security on his way to catch a flight at Los Angeles International Airport in Los Angeles on Tuesday (October 13).

You can see more pics of him at the airport here!

XO

Peter Facinelli Meets Fans In Vegas!!

Eclipse hottie Peter Facinelli was photographed at a Las Vegas mall Sunday, where he signed autographs and posed with his fans. I Looooove Peter!  He is absolutely adorable and so good to his fans.

See more photos of Peter from Sunday here!

Monster Mash Twilight Style! (HILARIOUS *Must Watch*)

I just made this for you all! I hope it makes you laugh as much as it made me laugh! I love Jamie Campbell Bower’s face the most. He looks so stoked

EDIT: SOMEHOW I forgot about RPattz Whoops. So, I redid it and added Rob to the one below and made Kristen look better, too! Enjoy:

Meet Peter Facinelli in Henderson, Nevada on October 11th

Alright all you lucky people who reside in or near Nevada, here is your lucky chance to meet Peter Facinelli where he will be taking photos and signing autographs for one of his favorite charities, Alex’s Lemonade.

The Twilight Examiner reports the following info:

Facinelli will be appearing at 12:00 p.m. in Nevada at the Galleria at Sunset this October 11th. Autograohs and 8×10 photographs with him are available for $25.00 and $40.00 respectively. Of course, a portion of the proceeds will again benefit Alex’s Lemonade, who Facinelli began supporting after, he said he “read the story” and then saw that the foundation was “a great way to have fun and do some good.”

To those who are able to attend, have fun!

XO

Dear Diary (Trying To Adapt)

I quit. I can’t do this school thing over and over for my entire lifetime. What is the point of living forever if you are living the same life repeatedly, only in a different part of the world? I don’t know how they all do it. Rosalie and Emmett, Jasper and Alice… they go to school everyday, enduring all the strange looks, the whispers, and on top of it all they are constantly fighting the urge to attack and kill people to soothe the almost overwhelming burning sensation in their throats. And Edward, he literally has to listen to all the voices, their sometimes not so pleasant thoughts.

It isn’t the burning, scorching pain in my throat that I can’t handle. That, is the least of my worries. What is hard, though, is lying. Every morsel of my existence is a lie. I’m not really in school to learn. I have a lifetime to do that. I’m not just ‘dating’ Edward, he is my husband. I am not really eating the slimy slice of pizza on my plate at lunch time. And, I’m not avoiding people because I’m shy, that is just what I want people to think. I’m avoiding them so that I don’t risk exposure. My biggest fear is that I will somehow cause our kind to be exposed. Last time I risked it my Father had to become a vampire to save me, and himself.

When Edward and I walked into our first class I noticed Edward’s eyes squint and he let out a low hiss, too low for human ears to catch, but it sent my mind into overdrive. What did he hear? I was curious about what everyone was thinking, but terrified to know at the same time. I didn’t ask.

Although I’ve become moderately used to the staring, I could never get used to walking into a classroom and having every head in the room turn to look at Edward and I. I could never get used to people whispering, nonstop, about how Edward and I seem ‘different.’ Edward has had to endure this for so long that he is desensitized to it all. He does get mad when he hears anything about me in people’s thoughts, though. Particularly boys thoughts. He refuses to tell me exactly what they’re thinking, and I don’t ask. I don’t really care to know.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Edward, and the rest of the Cullens, were not mad at me for my decision to no longer attend school here. They understood. Rosalie, surprisingly, was the most understanding and she made a few good points that helped melt my guilt away. “We lie about everything else as it is, Bella, it’s not like another lie about you choosing to be home schooled is going to make any difference. I think it’s safer this way. If you are not comfortable with this new life yet, it will show. No one is rushing you. Take your time and maybe you will be ready to go back to school the next time we relocate.” Her lips were stiff, her face expressionless, almost as though she was struggling to be nice. She had some good points, though.

I’m not ready. Time goes by so fast for me now that it seems like I was just turned. There is so much to adapt to still. Just because I am doing well with controlling my thirst doesn’t mean I will be good at fabricating stories about our lives and actually passing them off as real. I have never been a good liar.

Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett are still attending school. They have fun with it. Alice and Jasper are juniors, while Rosalie and Emmett are seniors. Edward  has decided to stay back and pretend to be home schooled with me. Carlisle thinks it’s for the best, too. Edward would become miserable attending school, alone, without even one member of his family there. Understandable.

I’m still getting used to the new house. It’s so… ostentatious. I’m not complaining. We do need quite a lot of house to accommodate our large family – it’s just dissimilar. In an attempt to help me get used to New Hampshire, Edward took me on a scenic drive. We ended up in a town called Wolfeboro, ironically. What’s more ironic, though, is that afterwards Edward took me to Crescent Lake. The mere thought of that word, crescent, made me wrap my hand around my wrist and gave me vague flash backs of James. I will always have the memory of almost being taken away from Edward. It is now extremely vague, but it’s there.

Regardless of the memories, I had fun with Edward. We walked along the lake, watched the sunset and talked a lot. Edward is excited to start our new life and make new memories here, in New Hampshire. I know that no matter where I am in this world, as long as I’m with Edward, I’ll be fine. It doesn’t mean I will ever fully adapt to  continuously moving and living ceaselessly while every human around me passes away, but I’ll be fine. Edward is worth everything. I would, and did, give my life for him.

Once the sun set, we hunted in the forest nearby. The deer taste slightly different here. They aren’t quite as sweet as they are in Forks. Still good though. I started to miss Renesmee, and Edward could tell by the wandering expression on my face. He took my hand in his, and we ran back to my truck together, slowing to a walk as we got closer to the road we were parked on. Edward doesn’t mind driving my truck now. Since it has been redone, I noticed he actually wants to drive it… sometimes.

When we got back to the house, Jacob and Rosalie were arguing about something to do with Renesmee. Edward heard the argument in their heads and snorted at Rosalie, his lips curled down in disgust. “You do not have permission to take Renesmee anywhere, Rosalie. Argument over.” Edward glanced at Jacob, then back at Rosalie. “Jake, perhaps you could take Nessie back to your house for a bit. Bella and I will come grab her when it’s her bedtime.” Edward’s face was expressionless, his eyes were locked on Rosalie’s face even though he was speaking to Jacob. I instinctively grabbed Renesmee and placed her in Jacob’s arms.

When we went downstairs to our own little house, Edward explained that Rosalie was arguing with Jacob because she wanted to take Nessie on a trip, but, of course, Jacob wouldn’t let Rosalie take Nessie anywhere. She wanted him to keep it from Edward and I, too. Her plan was to take Nessie to see Nahuel, the other half vampire, half human. She asked Jacob to tell Edward and I that they simply went on a little trip, but thankfully, Jacob refused to let Nessie go anywhere. I don’t think Rosalie understands the impact that imprinting has on the wolves. Jacob would never let Renesmee go, ever.

I am so thankful that Jacob was there when Rosalie decided to attempt to take Renesmee. Edward is going to have a talk with Carlisle about Renesmee’s safety around Rosalie. I’m having a hard time trusting her right now, for obvious reasons. I just hope this doesn’t cause a rift in the family. I feel guilty, always. I understand that I was just this fragile human who came into this family after they already knew each other for years and years. I’m not trying to come between anyone, but I have to protect my daughter. Bottom line.

I will keep you all updated on everything here, so keep checking back to snoop through my diary.

-Bella

EDIT: Looking for a new dark love story to read? I have written a novella called, ‘My Darrling.’ (This is not the Willow series I’ve been working on, rather it’s a small side project.). You can read a preview and purchase ‘My Darrling’ HERE.

XO

Dear Diary (New Beginnings)

The house is impressive, but my enthusiasm stops there. The town itself is great, it just doesn’t feel like home. The rest of the Cullen’s, and even Charlie, are already somewhat settled in. Somehow, even though I loathed Forks when I first moved there, I loathed leaving even more.

Our new house is just outside of Hanover, New Hampshire in a a small community named Etna. With only 814 residents, Etna is smaller than Forks. Hanover is only a quick ten minute drive, and an even faster run from our house, though, which is where we go to school, at Dartmouth. Edward, ironically, found a place called Swan Lake Trail which is about a two hour drive from here. We plan on hunting there together tonight.

It is getting cold here already, which is a good thing for our kind. We get to cover up with jackets, hats and scarves, concealing our granite, bloodless skin. Although we don’t actually feel the cold, we have to pretend we do, of course. We have to pretend a lot of things.

Our moving trucks arrived at midnight like planned, and loading them up was almost as upsetting as packing was. Edward, Carlisle, Jasper and Emmett helped the movers load everything while trying to look as human as possible. Emmett slipped up once, though, and lifted the entire couch himself, effortlessly, right in front the youngest of the two movers. I noticed Edward’s eyes dart over to the man, who had his eyes locked on Emmett, and I knew he was reading his thoughts to see if the mover suspected anything. Emmett dropped the couch after he realized what he did and started mumbling something under his breath about how heavy the couch was. When we went back into the house to make sure we didn’t miss anything, Edward told me exactly what the man thought. “He didn’t suspect anything. I heard him earlier, thinking about how tall and muscular he thought Emmett looked. When Emmett lifted the couch, the man was simply blown away because he didn’t realize he would be quite that strong.” Edward grinned, and my cold body started to melt, every ounce of my existence felt like it was dripping onto the floor like a melted ice sculpture.

The flight was painful, to say the least. A little boy who was sitting in a seat directly behind us cut his finger open on a toy before boarding the plane. The wound was fresh and the smell was… aromatic, causing us all to feel the burning lava in our throats. We help each other, though. Jasper created an overall sense of calmness, while Charlie put his gift to good use by making us all feel almost overwhelmingly guilty. No one on that flight became a meal, thankfully.

When we arrived at the new house, I was blown away. Set deeply in about four different types of trees and tucked tightly away from the road, the house beamed with originality and Victorian Flair. Much different from the large white house in Forks. The huge off white wraparound porch stood out from the dark, reddish brick that covered the entire house. The “gingerbread trim” was the same color as the porch creating a beautiful overall contrast. The windows were huge and some were covered in vines. The leaves in the front yard were all different colors, from bright yellow to orange, and they covered the grass almost entirely.

The inside of the house was immaculate. Again, much different from the house in Forks. The front foyer was spacious and flowed into the rest of the house without walls separating the rooms. The huge winding staircase has a gold and dark-red runner going up the center of the dark truffle colored hardwood steps. The Ornamental brass railing on one side is anomalous and fits perfectly with the feel of the house.

Aside from the walls being pure white, the rest of the house has a lot more dark qualities than the Cullen’s last house – it is still very bright inside, just more vibrant. The kitchen looked like any kitchen that would come with an overpriced home like this one. Jacob was more concerned with that part of the house than we were. We wouldn’t get any use out of thekitchen, of course.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I went downstairs and saw the private small home Carlisle promised  Edward and I. Esme had come down to New Hampshire earlier and completely recreated the raised basement to look like our cabin in Forks. Everything was the same. Identical. If it were possible for me to cry, tears would have been spilling out of my eyes and down my face. Edward already knew. Unfortunately when you can read minds, surprises lose all meaning. He was still blown away by how exact Esme managed to make everything and by the fact that she put so much thought into this for us.  I still don’t know how to thank her for everything. I will think of something, though.

Jacob fell in love with his small home in the backyard. It is his – something to call his own. Carlisle had a second room built in for Renesmee in Jacob’s small home. He figured she would be spending a lot of time there with Jacob. The inside of Jacob’s house is simple, the way he likes things. He has his own small kitchen, a bathroom, the two bedrooms and a stone fireplace – which I am assuming is for looks considering Jake is pretty much a heater himself.

Edward keeps telling me to give New Hampshire a chance. He thinks that with time I will grow to love it almost as much as Forks. It is hard for him to completely understand how significant Forks is to me, though. I haven’t lived very long, and for the short time I have lived, a lot of great things have happened. All of them took place in Forks. I am, however, more than happy that Esme recreated our cabin from Forks – sometimes I like to pretend we never left, that I am in our small home in Forks and that everything is back to normal.

In my next entry I will let you know how Edward’s and my hunting trip went, and of course let you know how our first day of school went. It was interesting – at least the looks people gave us were interesting.

-Bella

EDIT: Looking for a new dark love story to read? I have written a novella called, ‘My Darrling.’ (This is not the Willow series I’ve been working on, rather it’s a small side project.). You can read a preview and purchase ‘My Darrling’ HERE.

XO