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The Sharpest Lives

“So, there are real werewolves?” Bella asked. “With the full moon ad silver bullets and all that?” Jacob snorted. “Real. Does that make me imaginary?” “You know what I mean.” “Full moon, yes,” Edward said. “Silver bullets, no – that was just another one of those myths to make humans feel like they had a sporting chance. There aren’t very many of them left. Caius has had them hunted into near extinction.” (Breaking Dawn 745) You’re the one that I need, I’m the one that you loathe… ---JokesOnJane, you're AMAZING!!!1! Thanks for the banner!

*All publicly recognizable characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer. **All song lyrics in this story are from the album The Black Parade, by My Chemical Romance. The title of this story is also a title of a song from that album.

4. Build Trust, Not Walls

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1784   Review this Chapter

I hear you’ve been



your choice.

They say you’ve

been pleading,


save us!”


The pack, eager to watch over Sloan with the Cullen family, eventually left in the early hours of the morning. It was a school night, which required all of them to return home. Leah had a chemistry class at nine o’clock, while both Jacob and Seth needed to be at the local high school at 7:40 a.m. sharp. Jacob was now a senior in high school and Seth was a sophomore. They both despised the façade of normalcy and were itching to discover more about the “real” werewolves.

It wasn’t until eight o’clock at night, after dinner with their families was over, that the pack returned to the Cullen household. They entered the home without knocking and found each member of the Cullen family standing outside of the bedroom that they had placed Sloan in.

“He’s still sleeping,” Edward answered their unspoken question.

“For how long?” Seth asked, astounded. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept for ten hours straight.

“Have we learned anything else from our little friend?” Leah asked. She was eager to know more about the small boy. Her maternal instincts were screaming at her that leaving a werewolf child with a vampire family was blasphemy.

“Only that he’s starving,” Bella spoke up. “Twice he’s tried to eat his pillow in his sleep. If werewolves are anything like shape-shifters-”

“Which they are,” Jasper clarified.

“-then he must need a lot of food.” Bella shrugged.

“Which he will,” Jasper cut in again. All the while, he was leaning against the opposite wall and staring at the door. Alice was by his side, scanning the future for any sign of Runt or Pivot.

“I’ll fix him something to eat,” Esme announced after a short silence. “For when he wakes up.” She tugged on her husband’s hand and encouraged him to follow her.

“I’ll help, too,” Leah offered, following Esme into the kitchen.

“Leah likes Sloan more than she likes me,” Seth grumbled when his sister was out of earshot. “She doesn’t even mind vampires that much anymore, as long as she can see that kid again.”

“I can’t really blame her,” Rosalie chimed in. “If I was menopausal and couldn’t have kids, I’d do anything I could to keep one.”

“Umm, news flash. You are and you did,” Jacob clarified.

Rosalie smiled smugly. “Yeah.”

The doorknob rattled and the entire group became silent.

Turn your heads, came Sloan’s thoughts. Edward relayed the message to the rest of the family. Don’t you dare look, Sloan warned.

“We won’t,” Edward promised.

Sloan cracked open the door and peeked at the group crowded around his door. When he saw that no one was looking, he zipped from the room and into the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately, Leah was climbing the stairs to ask for suggestions of what would be best to feed him and saw his nude body streak from one room to the next.

“Why is he naked?” Leah demanded.

The vampires, as well as Jacob and Seth, were shocked at Leah’s question.

“That’s why he didn’t want us to look!” Seth exclaimed, proud that he had made the connection.

“Thank you, Sherlock Holmes. While you’re at it, can you figure out why he’s naked?!” Leah asked, gritting her teeth. She didn’t want to raise her voice with the boy nearby.

Tell her I ripped my clothes. Sloan’s thoughts came to Edward.

“Why did you do that?” Edward asked politely.

I had this dream…and I ripped my clothes. Sloan replied. So, I had to clean up.

“You had to clean up…after ripping your clothes?”

All ears were listening to the half-conversation, trying to make sense of what Edward was saying. For the most part, none of it made sense. But Leah took the initiative to check the clothes he left in his room, to see if they were salvageable. They weren’t, and she was slightly irritated. But something red caught her attention. Throwing the sheets off of the bed, she saw red smears in the sheets and some of the fabric was torn. Leah opened the door and motioned for the others to come and see her discovery.

Sloan heard the group bustle around in his room and knew there was no hiding what he had done. I…cut myself.

Edward was silent for a while, examining the condition of the bed. “What do you mean?”

The shower was turned on and they could hear Sloan scramble into the bath. Edward received no clear answer except for Sloan’s recollection of the night. He would drift in and out of sleep, dream about running from a monster who wanted him as a trophy. In his dream, he would fight the monster and wake up to find scratches and gouges all over his body.

I didn’t do it on purpose, Sloan reassured Edward.

“I never thought that you would. You’re a very smart boy, you have a good head on your shoulders. I don’t believe you would turn to…that. Voluntarily.”

Edward helped his family clean up the room and replaced the sheets and blankets. He explained what had happened. They understood, though thought that Sloan should be supervised at night. Leah immediately volunteered for the job. The vampires weren’t certain that it was the best idea and Jacob was dead set against it, but she managed to persuade them to at least let hr watch over him while she was present.

“After all, who’s better to take care of a baby werewolf than a werewolf mother?”

Seth snorted. “You’re hardly his mother, Leah.”

Jacob agreed. “I wouldn’t get too attached to him, either. He had a family that will come for him, okay?”

“You sound like we’re taking in a stray,” she grumbled, but nothing could subdue her good mood. Now that she had what she wanted, there would be nothing to keep her spirits down. Edward was designated at the night caretaker and Leah was to be Sloan’s day caretaker.

They continued bantering for a while Sloan finished his shower. His thoughts called to Edward steadily until Edward was leaning against the bathroom door.

“What is it?” he asked gently.

Where are the band-aids? Sloan asked.

“Carlisle has some supplies in his office. But you’ll have to come out, or we can’t help you.”

I’m not coming out. His thoughts were fearful and angry now.

Edward inclined his head. “What’s wrong?”

Sloan didn’t answer. Instead, he thought of everything but what the problem was. Flashes of memories hit Edward hard. The moon, his parents’ voices, a birthday party, the moon again, Runt and Pivot, the moon…

“Sloan, there’s no shame in needing help,” Edward said patiently.

Leah mouthed the question, “What’s going on?” only for Edward to wave it away.

“He’s in a lot of pain,” Jasper announced. His eyes were locked on the door. “He’s suffering emotionally. Being a werewolf is very hard on him… Right now, though, he’s mostly very very sorry about something…”

“About what?” Edward asked, the question directed more towards Sloan than Jasper.

I’m bleeding all over your floor, Sloan thought regrettably. Muffled sobs could be heard from the other side of the door.

“If you’re bleeding then you should let us help you. We want you to be comfortable here, not in pain.” Edward placed a careful hand on the door knob.

Don’t come in! The boy was panicking now, breathing in shallow gasps. Don’t come in!

Edward jiggled the door knob. “Sloan, you need to let me in.”

No, no, no, no! Sloan projected an image of himself into Edward’s mind. He was standing in front of the mirror, trembling all over. His small body was decorated in a number of gashes and wounds that were still seeping blood. Sloan was crying and trying to breath, but instead hyperventilated.

Jasper felt the heightened fear in the boy and soothed him emotionally, but could sense that the boy needed more than comfort. “Carlisle,” he said calmly.

In an instant, Carlisle was at the foot of the stairs and then beside Edward at the door. He motioned for Edward to back away and then knocked softly. “Sloan?”

Who is it?!! What does he want?

“He wants to help you,” Edward explained.

I don’t want his help… Sloan’s defenses were weakening and Edward could sense that he was close to the door, ready to open it. He turned to Jasper and nodded once. Jasper understood and lifted more of the anxieties from Sloan.

The door knob turned and the door cracked open only to be slammed shut again.

How can I trust him? Sloan demanded.

Edward sighed inwardly. “Carlisle is a doctor, and has been one for a long time. He’s very good at what he does, Sloan. You can trust him.”

The door opened again and Sloan stepped out to face the small crowd. There was an audible gasp from Leah and Seth stepped backwards.

Jasper glanced over at Edward. He looks like he’s been through a war.

Edward nodded.

Carlisle stooped down and opened his arms for Sloan. “You’re a mess,” he said jokingly, collecting the small boy in his arms.

Saying nothing, Sloan only watched Edward as Carlisle took him to his study. There, he swabbed and sterilized the wounds. Most of them were only cuts that needed little more than a band-aid, while some were deep and long. For the larger ones, Carlisle stitched them shut and bandaged them. He tried to carry on a conversation with Sloan, but Sloan refused to speak to him. Edward was the only medium of communication for the family, the pack, and the boy.

After an hour and a half of doctoring, Sloan was released into the kitchen for dinner. Leah held his hand as they gave him a tour of the house and sat him at the table for his meal. Esme had prepared a variety of foods, concerned that he may have allergies or picky eating habits. Sloan’s eyes widened at the delicious spread of casseroles, chilies, pastas, twelve different meat dishes (including mutton, venison, pork, and beef), some smoked salmon, and salads. What Sloan didn’t eat, Seth and Jacob were eager to. Even Leah couldn’t resist the temptation, especially when Sloan offered her a chunk of his Greek Baked Ziti.

When Sloan was too full for another nibble of his cheesecake-brownie, he asked Edward to help him up to bed. He was far too full to make it there himself. Leah gladly pulled him up into her arms and whisked him off to bed, laying beside him until she was sure that he had fallen asleep.