Blue Moon:
The Story of Luna Azul Black

I don't own anything related to Twilight and/or Stephenie Meyer. I also don't own any of the sayings written in this story.
This story is dedicated to my best friend – Laura, that's you – who is so completely obsessed with The Twilight Saga. Just, please don't kill me for the next chapter.


They say that when you're on the brink of death, you see your life flash before your eyes. That's how I'm feeling now, only I'm not on the brink of death, because I'm already dead.

My hands clenched as I looked into the face of the only ones that I had hoped to avoid for the rest of, well, eternity. It was like the world had frozen and in slow motion, they turned around and faced me, topaz eyes glinting intently.

I could recognize them a mile away. They were the same people I knew. The same people who had abandoned me – who had left me, making me die on the inside. They were the ones who had left me as defenceless prey. They were the ones who I, regretfully, once called my second family. They were – as I considered now – my enemies. Gritting my teeth, I walked forward to face my destiny.

It was bound to happen someday, because when you live forever, you can't deny your future.

"Suppose someone came to you and said you can be attractive, brilliant, wealthy, fascinating, and you can live forever. Would you turn it down?"

A stream of white light fell onto the clearing. Something silver glinted off in the distance, as if sending a subtle warning. Somewhere else, a girl screamed. A blue moon was arising.