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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.


9. The Scare

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I’m going to

take off all of my

skin,

tear apart

all of my

insides when

they

rifle in .

You were always

born a crime.

We salute

you in

your

grave .

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The pack was thrilled at the idea of staying with Sloan. The entire Cullen family, with Jasper as the exception, was feeling the need to feed. The pack would watch over Sloan while the Cullen family was away. Jasper wasn’t entirely satisfied with leaving the three with such a young werewolf, though. He allotted to stay as well and hunt on another day. The night began with a game of cards. Egyptian Rat Screw was Seth’s favorite and he persuaded the others to play it as well. Jasper, having never played, watched for the first ten minutes.

“When the King is down, you have three chances to put down a royal suit?” he noted absently, observing the cards being tossed into the pile.

“Yeah,” muttered Jacob, placing an eight of spades down.

Leah put down a nine of hearts.

Seth flicked over his next card to reveal an eight of diamonds.

There was a sudden scramble to slap the pile of cards first. It took less than a second for the entire group to throw in a few punches as well. Jacob nearly tackled Seth to the ground in frustration of loosing while Leah praised Sloan, the winner.

“And when you get a sandwich, you slap the pile,” Jasper concurred.

The writhing mass of still play-fighting boys garbled a, “Yes” and took their seats again. The game continued with bantering and scowling, but was interrupted again by a double. The threes were pounded by Jacob first, then Seth, Leah, and lastly Sloan. Sloan was a good sport for a seven-year-old and laughed a little as Jacob and Seth erupted into a snarling contest. Seth gradually removed his hand the game commenced. Jasper rolled up his sleeves and took a seat.

“Ready to play?” Sloan said hopefully, bouncing up and down in his chair.

Jasper nodded. “I’ll slap in.”

Sloan grinned and tossed down a card. It was a five of hearts.

Jacob threw down a nine of clovers.

Leah flipped over her five of diamonds.

Before any pack member knew what happened, both Jasper’s and Sloan’s hands had flashed to the pile of cards. Sloan muttered, “Shoot,” and pushed the small number of cards to Jasper. Continuing the game, Jasper was soon out of cards and waiting to slap in. Sloan was wary of Jasper, knowing that he would be the hardest opponent to beat with his advanced speed. The game continued for some time before Jacob set down a Queen. Leah hesitated, not wanting to lose more cards then she had to. Especially to Jacob.

Her first card was a seven.

Her second was a Jack.

Seth sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, placing a single card on the stack. He waited for a few moments in the darkness behind his eye-lids. When he didn’t hear anyone sweeping up the cards and adding to their decks, he opened his eyes.

He had put down a King.

Sloan grinned. He loved this game. The first card he placed was a four of diamonds. Then a King. Jasper slipped in a four of spades. Both Sloan and jasper lunged for the pile of cards. Sloan reached it first but was slammed by Jasper’s rock hard hand. Wincing and pulling his hand away quickly, Sloan examined the slight bruise that Jasper had left for him.

Jasper leaned forward. “I’m sorry. It’s not too bad, is it?”

Sloan shook his head. “I’ll just get some ice for it.” He pushed his chair back and trotted to the fridge. It wasn’t until recently that the Cullen family had begun to keep food in it, for the sake of the pack that was constantly at their home. Sloan jumped up once in an attempt to open the freezer. He failed and tried a second time. In less then a milli-second, Jasper was behind Sloan and hoisting the boy onto his shoulders.

“Let me help,” he offered, opening the freezer.

“Thanks,” Sloan said, pulling out an ice cube from the tray. He then scrambled down Jasper’s back and made his way to the table.

Suddenly, time came to a halt for Jasper. He could see the full moon glowering from the sky and its toxic beams slinking in through the window. Sloan, oblivious, was about to walk right through the puddle of moonlight that rippled on the floor. Before Jasper could react, it was too late. Sloan had already crossed the line.

He moaned in despair, peeling his shirt off of his body. The hairs on his body were standing up, prickled by some instinct Sloan wasn’t familiar with. He circled a patch of moonlight streaming in from the windows, dodging in and out of it. He was careful not to dwell too long in the moonlight, afraid that the disease would take over. Every emotion pulsed through him, sending mixed signals to his already confused brain. He would be playful one second and crouching the next. Trying to find any sort of control over himself was a battle, a battle that he knew he would lose.

Screeching, he changed forms so quickly it almost seemed like he burst out of his skin and put on a new one. His half-wolf, half-human form was eerie and uncomfortable to him. Sloan could feel his audience holding their breath and waiting for his next move. He could smell the fear and anticipation mix together. There was another smell, one that he wasn’t familiar with.

Concern.

Slowly, he turned to those watching him. He might have been only the size of a rather large cat, but his animal nature and demon-esque features made him an alarming sight to behold. Sniffing the air, he pinpointed the smell.

“Leeeeah. Leeeeah. Heeeelp meeee,” he pleaded.

She was almost smug that Sloan had asked help from her and no one else. “What should I do?”

Sloan lifted his hand and pointed towards the door.

Leah shook her head. “You’re not supposed to go out at night, it’s too-”

The howl vibrated in their bones. Sloan’s instincts could no longer be contained in the house. His mind was suffocating in the confined quarters and he wanted out. The pack could feel the tension rise in the room when Sloan quieted and pointed to the door again.

“No.” Leah braced herself for whatever would follow.

Sloan lunged at her, but was blocked by Jasper. He had thrown himself between Sloan and those sitting at the dinning room table. Sloan thrashed about in Jasper’s arms while Jasper struggled to contain him. After Sloan gouged Jasper and Jasper nearly throttled the small werewolf, Sloan became very still. His breathing was ragged and he whimpered in a pathetic voice. Jasper allowed Sloan a few minutes of calm until he was certain that Sloan could handle his own emotions.

“They might be afraid of you, but I’m not,” Jasper said in such a quiet whisper that only Sloan could hear. “You may be young, but you still can learn how to control yourself. If you don’t, I will have no problem controlling you for you. Do you understand?”

Sloan turned his white eyes towards Jasper. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

Jasper breathed in and assessed Sloan’s question. “What makes you say that?”

The boy smiled a toothy smile. “Just a feeling. And I’m not usually wrong.”

Edward, Bella, Renesmee, and Alice entered through the sliding glass door into the kitchen with Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie following closely behind. Jasper attempted to unlock Sloan’s arms from around his neck and place him on the ground. He was unsuccessful.

Don’t let him put me down, Sloan asked Edward.

“Why not?” Edward made a mental note to ask Jasper why exactly he felt that he could handle werewolves the best.

I might go crazy.

Edward didn’t deny this. “Jasper. Don’t let him down.”

Jasper nodded once and wrapped his arms gently around Sloan. Sloan, in turn, loosened the death grip he had around Jasper’s neck. His hostility turned into guilt, and he shuddered at what he might have done to his new family. Jasper felt Sloan’s guilt and turned it into calm, letting the small boy fall asleep in his arms, his breathing finally leveling off. Jasper transferred the sleeping boy to Leah who promptly took him upstairs to his bed.