Disclaimer: Cerulean was written for entertainment purposes only no monies what so ever are being made. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer, Little Brown and whoever else owns the rights to Twilight.
Author's Note: Hello, my name is Mar and I am very pleased to see that you are interested in my story. This is an original character fanfiction narrated in 1st perspective; in actuality I rarely write OC's for fanfiction but for some reason this particular plot bunny has been hopping around my head for a long time, so I decided let's put it in type. Please, Reviews are so helpful and be as tough as y'all want it helps me write better and Twilight fans knows their stuff, lol!!!
Story Note:
Cerulean is set nineteen years after the events of Stephenie Meyer's Breaking Dawn and since then a lot has changed. The Cullens were shattered after Alice unexplainably disappears. Jasper is now a shell of the being he once was. Putting himself in exile, Jasper has now left his family and is currently living on his own.
Without further a due welcome to: Cerulean
Prologue
Being blindly reckless had never been part of my makeup until I met him. It's strange to think that in such a short period of time someone's life can get turned inside out----I would never have imagined that at this very moment I could be losing my friend and the thought of it is unbearable.
I try to break free of my sister's strong grasp to get to him; we both stare in horror as the flames grow relentlessly high. Great trees tumble and thunder horribly to the forest floor. Nia's iron grasp won't relinquish; no matter how many times I kick and struggle to escape, she has tried to pull us away from danger.
"Let's go!"
My sister's urgent cry makes my heart skipping a terrible beat. Somehow she gathers enough strength to pull me completely and I find myself running with her far away from the creek where the dangers are so close. Just as he is. I want to go back so badly. But I know he would never forgive me if I turn back now. Taking a deep breath I giving my sister an encouraging squeeze and ran as fast my skinny legs can carry me.
I am not sure if this is divine work or not but we are at the clearing that leads out of the woods, hope envelopes us both as we realize where we were. Our hands still so tightly clasp together we run across the clearing. A chillingly familiar laugh rings throughout the clearing that makes my blood run cold, Nia's body stiffens next to mine as we both look into the dark maroon eyes of death.