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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.

6. Taking A Breather

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You play

ring around the

ambulance like you


gave a care…

…ashes to ashes, we all



...’cause they’re never

going to leave

you alone .


Edward didn’t give many details of the nightmare that he observed, but Jasper could feel that it disturbed his brother deeply. After much prodding, Jasper convinced Edward that he should take a short vacation. Edward and Bella would fly to California for four days for a little fun and quality time. They left on the next flight out, thanks to Jasper’s favorite scare Mr. Jenks.

With the pack at school and two powerful members of the coven on temporary leave, the house was unusually quiet. There were only six vampire caretakers left to watch over the small werewolf as he snoozed well into the late morning. At ten o’clock he woke up from another nightmare. When he saw that he was safe in reality, he changed into the fresh clothes that Leah laid out for him and slid down the banister.

Esme was the first to see that Sloan was awake, and reprimanded him for using the banister in such a manner. “That could be dangerous, Sloan. I don’t want to see you doing that again, okay?”

Sloan lowered his head, respecting Esme the way he once respected his own mother. He made a very apologetic face that succeeded in conveying the appropriate message.

Not able to resist the sweetness of the young boy, Esme scooped him up in her arms. “That’s alright, so long as it doesn’t happen again.”

Sloan held out his pinky.

Esme grasped his pinky with her own and smiled at the seriousness of a pinky promise. “Very good. Now, how about some breakfast?”

Sloan pretended to debate and then finally caved, jumping out of Esme’s arms and rushing to the kitchen. There, she had prepared oatmeal, sausages, and apple slices. Sloan eagerly wolfed down the sausages, but was soon stopped by Esme.

“Eat slower, Sloan. You’ll get a stomach ache.”

The boy laughed but slowed down, savoring the last of the meat. He ignored the apples and ate the oatmeal, dismissing himself when he was through. Walking around the corner, he searched the living room. Then he climbed the stairs and searched through all of the rooms. When he couldn’t find what he was looking for, he stood at the top of the stairs scratching his head.

“Puzzled?” Alice asked. Her small friend had peered inside her room where she was sitting with Jasper, discussing what Edward might have seen that would weigh so heavily on his mind.

Sloan looked up. “Edward’s gone, isn’t he?”

All activity in the house came to an abrupt stop. What family was there gravitated around the presence of the boy, in awe that he had finally spoken.

“You can speak?” Alice asked, stooping down to be at eye level with Sloan.

He shrugged. “Of course. And I can sing, too. Watch this!” Sloan proceeded to sing a popular segment of a Broadway musical with pristine clarity and perfect pitch. “My mom watched a lot of musicals,” he explained when he saw the curious faces.

“You’re very good,” Esme complimented. She looked over at Carlisle who was impressed with the boy’s talent.

“Why don’t you finish the song?” Carlisle persuaded.

Sloan blushed, casting a glance over at Emmett. “No thanks,” he mumbled, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the large man.

Emmett saw the shyness in the boy and was a little smug for intimidating Sloan. Jasper rolled his eyes and stepped closer.

“If you could speak, then why talk through Edward?” he asked.

Sloan shrugged again. “It was easy.”

Rosalie laughed in her lovely voice. “Is it wise to always take the easy way out?”

Blushing, Sloan turned away from the beautiful woman. He muttered something that no one understood, but Rosalie knew those words from her many encounters with humans.

“Thank you very much.”

“Welcome,” Sloan replied with a little smile.

Emmett coughed to cover up a laugh. Carlisle gave him a reproving look and Emmett mouth an apology, returning to the couch where he was watching a miscellaneous sports game. Esme came closer to Sloan.

“You must be very talented,” she said slowly. “What else can you do?”

Sloan quickly shook his head. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” Esme asked.

“I just can’t. I have a feeling that…bad things might happen…” Sloan looked out the window as a distraction. “I want to go outside.”

“Before you go outside,” Carlisle said quickly, stooping down to be at eye-level with the boy, “would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

Sloan sighed heavily, looking like a thirty-year-old man in a seven-year-old body. “I thought you might say that.” He consented to answering questions and followed Carlisle to his office. The rest of the family followed as well, eager to hear what the boy had to say. After being seated comfortably, Carlisle began his questions with a sparkle in his eyes that only a well-bred scholar could have.

“How does one become a werewolf?”

“How does one become a vampire?”

Carlisle smiled patiently. “I thought I was the one asking the questions?”

Sloan bowed his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ve just always wanted to know.”

“Fair enough.” Carlisle straightened up in his seat. “Vampires are created when venom from our fangs is injected into our victim’s bloodstream.”

“Huh?” Sloan raised an eyebrow.

Coughing in embarrassment, Carlisle apologized. “When a vampire bites someone, that someone is turned into a vampire.”

“As long as we don’t eat them first,” Jasper added.

“That makes sense,” Sloan said slowly. “Because, I think that’s how werewolves are made, too.”

“You think? You mean, you don’t know for sure?” Carlisle asked skeptically.

Sloan nodded, swinging his feet in slight boredom. “Yeah. I went in the woods one day because I saw something. And then I was bitten by this freaky dog thing. It turned out to be a werewolf. Then, about a day later, I turned into a werewolf.” He shrugged like this was common knowledge. “Didn’t you know that already? I thought you were really smart.”

Carlisle chuckled. “We’re only as smart as we can make people believe, I suppose. Does it hurt the first time you turn into a werewolf?”

Sloan was quiet for a moment. “Yes,” he said softly. Jasper was kind enough to ease his troubles.

Carlisle was quick to change the direction of questioning. “How many other werewolves do you know?”

Counting on his fingers, Sloan answered with a firm, “Three.”

“Only three?” Esme asked.

“Give me a break, I’ve only been a werewolf for a month!” Sloan exclaimed, throwing his hands up comically.

This made the family laugh. Sloan cringed at the perfect harmony of their voices.

“What are werewolves…like?” Carlisle struggled to put his question into words.

“What are we like?” Sloan paused. “Well, there are people,” as he said this, he took Carlisle’s hand and held it in an empty space between them. “And there are wolves.” At this, he took Carlisle’s other hand and placed it about a foot away from his other. “Now,” Sloan became very serious, “werewolves are somewhere here.” He took his own hand and held it in-between Carlisle’s right and left hand. “We look and act and think somewhere in-between humans and wolves.”

“I see,” Carlisle muttered, relieved that Sloan was fully capable of explaining his species.

“Anything else? I would like to go outside now.”

“I do have a few more questions for you.” Carlisle folded his arms against his chest and leaned forward. “Our friends Jacob, Leah, and Seth are ‘shape-shifters.’ They can change into wolves but they’re not like your kind at all. Are you following me so far?”

Sloan nodded once.

“Well, vampire venom is poisonous to them. I’m wondering, is it poisonous to you?”

Sloan guffawed in a childish manner. “Nope.”

Carlisle raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. You see, Runt and Pivot have these scars all over their bodies…kind of like...” he looked around for Jasper and pointed. “Kind of like his. They told me that they got them from fighting vampires. Now, if they can be bitten that many times and not be dead, I think we’re fine with venom.”

“That’s very interesting…” Carlisle muttered so low that Sloan didn’t hear him. “One last question and then you can go outside, Sloan.”

Sloan was wiggling in his seat, eager to leave. “Hurry up…”

With a smile, Carlisle asked, “Do you have any leaders?”


“Vampires are governed by the Volturi. They’re a group of vampires who execute judgment and law. Do you have any leaders like that?”

“You mean, like a president or a king?” Sloan asked, trying to understand the question.

“Yes, just like a president or a king.”

“No,” Sloan said quickly. He had once asked Runt if he could be the President of Werewolves one day. Runt had laughed and said that there was no such thing. Werewolves didn’t need any rulers, they had codes to keep order.

“Then what stops werewolves from doing anything drastic?” Carlisle asked.

“Nothing,” Jasper seethed. Carlisle shot him a silencing look and returned his gaze to Sloan.

“We have these…codes,” Sloan said slowly, trying to remember how Runt and Pivot had explained it. “Like, we don’t turn into werewolves in broad daylight and we don’t bother people and we don’t fight each other…”

“What gives these codes power, though? What stops people from breaking them? Is there a police force, or something?” Emmett asked from behind Sloan.

Sloan shook his head. His eyebrows slumped together while he tried to come up with a good example. “You know how, in public places, there are girls bathrooms and boys bathrooms? Well, what stops a girl from going in a boys bathroom and a boy from going in a girls bathroom?”
“Social etiquette!” Carlisle said triumphantly. “You don’t break the codes because, not only is it not right, but it’s not accepted socially!”

Sloan grinned. “You got it! We don’t do anything stupid because it’s just stupid.”

Carlisle smiled and excused Sloan to play outside. With this new insight into the other side of the mythical world, he wanted some time to ponder and compare it to his own.