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The Sharpest Lives

Summary:
“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!


Notes:
*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.


8. Revelation

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by streetlight,

this dark night.

A séance down

below.

There are things

that I have done

you

never

should ever know.

…and if you could

talk to me,

tell me if it’s so.

Well, heaven knows.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Night was drawing closer and the pack was lounging in the front lawn with Sloan, watching him climb about and play with the fire-flies that were starting to appear. Leah eventually joined him and they began a contest to see who could catch the most fire-flies. The Cullen family was outside as well, having just returned from another hunting trip. It had been only eight days since their guest had arrived on their doorstep and already he seemed like he was meant to be with them. At least, Leah thought so.

“I can’t imagine life without him,” she cooed when his face lit up as he caught another fire-fly. Sloan waved to Leah and pointed to the jar he was carrying, signifying his victory.

Jacob snorted. “He’s great, Leah, but he has his own family.”

Renesmee leapt out of Jacob’s arms and smiled, running off to help Sloan catch more fire-flies. Jacob encouraged her and Sloan was quick to accept a new playmate, seeing as Leah was conversing with her pack.

“Yeah,” Seth agreed. Leah glowered at him. “Hey, think about it. Runt and Pivot are bound to show up sometime!”

Leah was silent for a while. Then mumbled, “I wish you were wrong.”

Jacob and Seth shared a look. “Leah, are you going to be able to let him go? You know, when the time comes?” Jacob asked, placing a comforting hand on Leah’s shoulder. “He can’t stay with us forever.”

Leah shrugged off Jacob’s hand. “I’ll be fine, dip-stick. I’ll just miss him, is all.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

Glancing over at her younger brother, Leah stuck out her tongue playfully. “Naw, maybe I’ll kidnap him and let him sleep in your bed.”

“Har har, funny.” Seth punched his sister’s arm jokingly. But she punched back.

“Settle, you two.” Jacob was often the referee in the siblings’ conversations.

A few feet behind them, leaning against the doorpost, Jasper was calculating exactly when the moon would be visible. For the past week, the coven was blessed with thick cloud-cover at night. This kept Sloan sane while outdoors in the midnight-hours. But, for the past few nights, the clouds were thinning and Jasper was worried. He watched the sky, scanning for any stray moonbeams that could affect Sloan’s behavior. There was little to fear for the moment, but he made a mental note not to let the small werewolf out the next night.

Edward stepped closer to his brother.

“Is that really necessary?” he asked Jasper. Not because he thought it was cruel to keep the boy indoors, but because no one seemed to understand werewolves in the capacity that Jasper did.

Jasper nodded. It would be stupid to allow him in the moonlight.

“I see,” Edward said slowly, turning to watch Sloan. Even after Carlisle had divulged to him and Bella upon their return from the spontaneous vacation what Carlisle had learned from Sloan, Edward felt that Jasper was still more knowledgeable. It was hard to see how Jasper knew so much, because he watched his thoughts around Edward. But, on occasion, he would slip. Edward would see a flicker of Jasper’s past experiences. There was a battle, one of the many between vampires of the South. But there had been an interruption one night. At that point, Jasper would reel in his thoughts and change the picture. Recent memories of a hunt, Alice dragging him into an antique store, Renesmee wanting him to tell her stories…

“You still keep secrets?” Edward said in a low voice. Too low for anyone else but Jasper to hear.

Absolutely.

“Fair enough.” Edward left Jasper to be alone. He wandered over to his wife and fitted his arm perfectly around her waist.

Bella moved up for a kiss and easily won it. “What was that about?”

“Nothing important,” Edward lied. He smiled crookedly, which he usually did to distract Bella. It never failed him.

Alice, seeing the exchange between Edward and Jasper, floated over to her mate. “What is it that you won’t tell him?” she half-sang half-asked Jasper.

He pulled Alice closer to him in an embrace. “I can’t tell you that, now can I?”

Tweeking Jasper’s nose, Alice smiled coyly. “I can always find out if you don’t tell me.”

“I’m sure you can, darling. I would just prefer it if you didn’t.”

“But I’m such a good girl and always do my homework,” Alice objected, toying with Jasper’s hair now.

“That’s not going to work. I might not be able to see the future, but I know what you’re trying to do,” he stated firmly, pushing Alice away from him.

She pouted. “Jasper…”

“And I would really like it if you didn’t pry, okay?” Jasper crossed his arms again, leaning back against the doorpost.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

Jasper chewed the thought over, trying to not think about the matter too deeply. His mind flashed backwards, thinking of the time when he was in the thick of another vampire battle. Disputes over territory were common. But usually it was over taking territory, not giving it away. No one wanted this slab of land. Every army that possessed it typically disappeared. Not a soul was left behind to explain it. Just as the skirmish had begun, some beast leapt out from the shadows. It thrashed most of the young vampires to pieces before they had a chance to look around. Some of the veteran fighters were harder to kill, but the beast had done it. Jasper was smarter than the rest. Instead of risking his existence over pride, he called for a retreat in order to save as much of the army as he could. They ran away eagerly, but not before most of them had seen the beast.

A wolf with contorted limbs stood man-like over the mass of bodies. It locked eyes with Jasper as he urged the army to retreat. In the midst of the shuffle and groans of mourning over lost ones, Jasper heard a voice calling to the werewolf.

“Ululavi, Runt! Don’t be stupid, they’re not worth your time!”

Runt… Jasper mulled the name over, looking at Sloan. Who knew you had a heart, Runt…who knew?