REWRITTEN AND REVISED.
Hello, THANK YOU for clicking on The Moonsea.
slow burn OC X JACOB story. 10 chaps of character development, romancing begins in chap 15.
All other couples are canon. Quileute Historical/Fantastical/Adventure story
Title: The Moonsea- inspired by the song: Moonsea, by Phildel
Brief Character Synopsis: This begins during the end of New Moon. Judith "Jude" Clearwater, F, 20, daughter to Sue and Harry Clearwater, older sister to Seth and Leah, and has a troubled past... don't most fictional characters. Anyhoo! Change doesn't happen overnight so she is not suddenly going to be the perfect character, she will have mild inappropriate humor, she does use profanity, so if that bothers you please read at your discretion. To those that find flawed characters in need of redemption an enjoyable read, hope you read on, and that Jude's chaotic brain doesn't give you whiplash. :)
Image of Main (OC) Character: Tiny Ancient One by Merwild, deviantart. This potrayal is the closest face I envisioned of my (OC) character, she has an endomorph, pear shaped body, but for those that like to see the visual aspect of my non-cannon character please enjoy the picture :)
AUTHOR: Odeveca
RATING: T, for language and may change to M due to eventual lemony goodness between Jude and Jacob. This fanfic is humorous as it is serious, and for romance I believe at least ten chapters of character development are in order before we get to the chocolaty goey-ness that is romance.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This DISCLAIMER SERVES FOR THE ENTIRE FANFIC. If you want to use my OC's just ask! I would love to read your fic. I would actually like to read any Jacob/OC fic.
EVERYTHING ITALICIZED: JUDE'S THOUGHTS/PAST MEMORIES/SINGING
o0o THE MOONSEA o0o
Chapter 1
The Legends had warned them of the Cold Ones that tore men in half with their immortal strength, drinking their victim's blood as they died in their cold unfeeling arms.
The Legends also told of the Spirit Warriors, men that were chosen to turn into wolves, chosen by the spirits to fight and protect the Quileute tribe from the evils the Cold Ones brought with them.
Jude remembered those ancient stories told around a bonfire, while she sat toasty warm in a thick wool blanket, listening to the Council members reminiscing. Their Chief spoke with a smooth rumble over them, like warm butter and sugar being spread over the bread being passed out. Before them the orange glow of the crackling fire fought against the whistle of the cliff's wind, sea mist from the rolling waves lapped at their unprotected cheeks and noses, and above them the dark night swirled with stars. Now, the memory seemed a far-off dream, mixed with the spirits that haunted her own life, and all those memories troubled Jude as she held her packed bags filled with the things she would need for this journey back.
"When will you be back from Washington?"
Jude felt even more miserable for not knowing when, not giving Susan a decent answer in turn.
"I don't know," the words were heavy in her mouth, they made phantom blood dribble down Judith Clearwater's invisible wound, a hole punched deep in her chest three years ago, from a fist that loved her not, and cared nothing for what she had become to try to heal it.
With that pleasant thought, Jude bended her head forward to kiss a little boy goodbye, "bye Jordan."
His soft raven locks felt like silk in her palm, his natural sweaty soapy smell was something she could never forget, he wove out of her arms, a bundle of excited miniature limbs, running back for his toys, probably to show them off, "just tell him I love him every day," was her answer, it was the hardest thing she had to do today, leaving her little Jordan, and yet she was still doing it.
His adoptive mother asked, "Are you okay?"
Jude looked to the elderly couple that she had lived with for the last year, their smile creased mouths, and their generous hearts was a stone that weighed her down still. Among the hurt and pain Jude found the answer, "I think, I am going to be okay. I will call every week," more if they let her, "If I miss a call, here is my number, which day would you guys like best-"
"You can call us any day Jude," she was embraced by the woman, "he is going to ask like crazy for you anyways, might as well have something to distract him with."
Peter chuckled behind his wife, "God knows there will be hell to pay when little Jory notices you are gone. Susan is going to have her work cut out for her," they all found it funny, in a sad way.
"I know," Jude chuckled morbidly, "I know. I'm sorry."
"No, no, oh Jude, our lovely Jude," the too kind woman cupped Jude's cheek and looked at her with so much love it hurt, "you being here, was a gift to us. What you did, and what you do now will not be easy," she tucked Jude's chin up, "but you can do it."
Meanwhile Jude memorized Susan's cinnamon and pine perfume still strong her in her nostrils, the scent of Thanksgiving, holidays, family get-togethers, and even with the three Advil she had taken for her upset stomach, that could not help the memories that lingered like unfinished dreams, the long night before sleeping her fears away in a too small racer car bed, and all the while snuggling with the best medicine anyone could ask for, she could not stop the tears now.
"No crying Jude," Susan hugged tighter, more humor, "or you're never going to leave."
"I know."
A coyote howled.
It made Jude shiver against the setting of the New Mexico sun, even with Susan's comforting body heat, she was a complete mess, her face bloated and her nostrils irritated and red, she lost her nerve, "What am I doing Susan? I can't leave you guys, I can't leave him, what am I doing? Am I doing the right thing? Am I?"
Susan refrained from giving her opinion, always the adult, "You can always stay."
Susan's words were a favor. Yes, she could stay with them, forever perhaps, stay in the New Mexico heat that went to triple digits and the deliciously dry windy desert, even use their clear wise minds until she felt stronger, felt better, and more confident in the decision she had made to fly far far away from the chaotic overpowering lush green Washington had once been.
"No, I can't," Jude had promised herself, staying true, "I have to fix a few things," not just a few, she had some serious issues, "I am not the best person to be around right now," that was the honest truth. This past month she had turned into a tearful mess, making her son feel inadequate to help her, and his adoptive parents overbearingly insistent on her getting these feelings out in the open, instead of bottled up inside.
Jude said it aloud, "I can't run from this," Susan had taught her that, "no matter how much this is going to hurt, it will only hurt more if I ignore it."
"We support you Jude, but for our sakes, where will you go, who will you stay with," repeated Susan's worried husband, Peter's eyes were just as concerned as he had been when she told him her decision to return to her hometown, without the boy, and his intense looks reminded her of a grown man filled with so much wisdom it poured from his eyes.
The familiarity of him reminded her of another man too, and the family she had chosen to leave behind.
"I am going home," Judith Clearwater finally relented, knowing the painful answer thrumming in her heart, "I am going to La Push."