Author's Note; I am giving into my secret fantasy and writing this story, in my opinion there is little out there was satisfactorily brings mermaids/sirens into the Twilight universe. So here is my attempt to do so, I am writing this purely for my enjoyment first. I am hoping it will not be a long fic as I still have 'Keep Me Safe' on the go and want to finish that. But to clear space in my head I do need to write this.

There will be some things I need to establish here. First this world is one were Renesmee does not exist. This is an AU, feel free to assume that after the events of Eclipse, that Jacob learned that Bella would not choose him and so he gave her up. A new treaty was brokered with the Cullens that allowed her to be changed and no war to come. Subsequently there was no confrontation with the Volturi. Honestly the Cullens and vampires in general won't feature much in this story except in one or two scenes, they will be mentioned from time to time as well. Mostly this story will follow La Push and the pack.

Lastly I do want to state that this story was inspired by 'Vicious' by MonroesFigure, I am borrowing basic premise but changing/adapting it to my own needs, any recognizable parts from that story belong to her/him/them. Credit where credit is due that this is not solely my original plot/idea. I had loved the story but it hasn't been updated since 2011 so I thought I'd take a crack at it. Also worthy to note that the style of mermaid being portrayed here is derived from the Pirates of the Caribbean.

If any more questions come up regarding this AU, please ask. Otherwise enjoy reading!


Winds whipped, and the heavy smell of rain drifted on the air. Feet hit the ground and a petite figure stumbled. Shaking legs… new legs… strange legs. Turning her head and looking to the ocean behind her she felt each roll of waves calling out to her, trying to coax her back. In her chest her heart ached, she wanted nothing more than to turn and run back across the shore and dive back into the blue depths, let the ocean envelope her and stay… But she knew she could not.

This was her punishment, this was the price she had to pay.

One of her own was dead and she was the cause. Now two mothers mourned but only one daughter remained. And one friend mourned the loss of another.

Banished, one year on land. One year away from home, away from her clan, one year as a human. She had deserved death, Syrena knew it. To be as secretive as mermaids were, to hide their existence from the world there were rules. Very strict rules that they all had to follow. She had been the one to break them, she should be the one that was gone. Not Amara.

It had been her that had approached the ship, it had been her that had gone it in alone, in the middle of the day. She had heard music and she had been drawn in, wanting to see and know more about the humans. Humans who they were supposed to avoid or kill to protect their secrets. Stories told once of long ago of the different factions of mermaids that had existed- the vengeful ones who lured sailors to their deaths and the peaceful ones that had saved those who would have drowned at sea. Syrena had no idea which one her clan had been descended from but she suspected that her teeth and claws were not made to save men from the ocean. Her clan had remained hidden, for centuries, that much she knew. They were safe.

But that day when she had approached the boat and pulled herself up its hull to gaze at what was on deck she saw a family- a man, a woman, a young boy and an even younger girl. They had all been smiles until the furred creature barked at her and her instincts caused her to hiss back. The humans had screamed. Amara who had surfaced after her had screamed…

There was panic and commotion everywhere, the man had grabbed a silver object. BAM! – an explosion. Amara's form fell back into the water and there was blood everywhere. There clan came and lay waste to the boat, dragging the humans down – Syrena remembered crying in despair the little humans had cried too… But nothing could be done. They had seen too much and none could be left to tell of their kind…

The clan capsized the boat, when it was found other humans would think it was an accident. They may look for the bodies but they would never before found, her clan would make sure of that. Lost at sea, that was their fate.

And Amara was gone…one of their own was lost and someone had to pay.

Death is what she had expected, but the loss of one was too much to bear. To kill another would be an equal tragedy - that was what had been decided. Since she had been so curious about the humans they banished her to land. To see how horrid mankind really was, what price she had forced the clan to pay to sate her curiosity, to see what the life of her friend had been worth.

Clothes were easy enough to come by, pulled from the wreck of the boat they had given her things to at the very least help her start on land. But the rest would be up to her. If in a year she survived she could return. If she never came back… then they would at least ensure that no others were tempted the way that she had been. She was to be the living example.

Having legs was horrible, Syrena decided. She fell, once and twice on the soft sand. But falling on rocks and earth battered her knees. Blood dripped down her pale slender legs. She had only ever walked once before. It had been something she was taught in case of an emergency they all learned to walk at least once on land. Even through pain she knew she had to continue on, even as the cold wind tried to knock her over again and again. And even though the urge to turn back to the ocean grew worse every second.

She had to find humans, a road, a town… a place for her to seek refuge. Perhaps they knew what they had been doing when they passed down this sentence to her, killing her would have been too merciful. With no knowledge of how humans worked. How would she get lodging of her own? How would she survive on her own? She had never been alone, never spent a night or day by herself.

How would she survive?

A keening whine escaped her when she fell again. The trees were close, there was a dirt road, she could see. Humans visited this beach when the weather was nice, when there was sun. But none were to be seen today. In the ocean she was never cold, no matter how far down she went or the time of year that water was always welcoming to her. But in this human form, standing on land she found her body was not coping with the weather. And with the threat of rain, of water falling from the sky she knew she was in a dangerous situation. She had to find shelter of some kind. With that she walked, bare foot along the road, searching for something or rather anything that would help her. Walking down the dirt road her head keep snapping every which way, such strange sounds. Birds, animals, the trees even. She was in a world were there was nothing familiar and she felt utterly vulnerable. Without her clan she was alone, an easy target, she knew it was not just humans she would worry about, but animals too... Big ferocious things like bears and mountain lions who would tear her to shreds. In the water she had no enemies, a shark was the only thing she could have feared if she was alone... on land however she was weaker, slower and not nearly as able to defend herself as she could in her true form.

Then there were other things she had to consider such as vampires, werewolves - the children of the moon, shifters, witches... things she had never met but had heard stories of. Other things like her that were suppose to be fairy tales to the humans, other things that were just as deadly as she when it came to protecting their secrets. If she crossed any one of those things would they know what she was? Or had they long since forgotten about her kind?

Syrena knew there was so much she didn't know. So much she would have to figure out if she wanted to last the year by herself.

Thunder rolled overhead and her head snapped up, she gazed worriedly through the tree branches that stretched above her to the grey clouds beyond. Her wobbly legs picked up their pace, if rain fell she would shift back and be stranded on dry land with her tail - the very worst position for any mermaid to be in. A second rumble of thunder sounded, and she picked up her panicked pace.

How far was she from the ocean now? Syrena could no longer see it when she looked backwards. But still it called to her, an ache in her chest she wanted to rub and soothe.

She felt her legs, so unused to walking, ache and she wanted to stop but knew that she couldn't.

How much further?

Eventually the road diverged into two and her head snapped back and forth evaluating each option. No idea which one to actually take she choose the right to the left and hurried her way down that path before she could doubt herself.

But some time later she did start to doubt, as nothing but endless amount of trees lay before her and a seemingly endless road she wondered if she had gone the wrong way. The air was growing heavy as the impending rain came closer. However she turned her head and saw something, something darker looming in the distance. As the patter of rain started to fall she ran, or well move as quickly as her new legs would allow her towards it. A small cabin became clearer through the thick trees and brush and she had no time to feel relieved as the rain picked up, drops hit her cheeks and her hair.

She literally dove onto the front porch just as the sky opened up and a torrential downpour fell onto the earth. Her lungs heaved with exhaustion, relief finally set in as she realized she would stay dry. The brunette lay on the deck for a moment more before she pushed herself back up and crawled to the door of the cabin. Her hand pushed against it, then banged before grabbing at the handle and she shook it. But the door remained firm. pressing her head against the wood she could not hear anything inside. Eventually she pushed herself up to look in the windows, but she saw no one there, all was dark inside.

Slumping back down her body was weary, her legs ached and hurt from the spots she had scuffed and scrapped when she fell. There was simply no strength left to hold herself up. The sound of rain was soothing even if it made the air even back against the wall of the cabin she tucked herself in, huddling for warmth. She had no choice but to wait out the rain.

Moments slipped by and turned to hours with no end to the rain. The mermaid shivered but remained in place, her one safe spot... eyes grew heavy. Slowly she gave into the tiredness curling up on the porch, her hands cradled under her head.

The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was the distant howl of a wolf.


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