D: Disclaimed

BlueAnchor: It only seemed right for Emmett to redeem himself. I enjoyed writing the conversation just as much as everyone seemed to enjoy reading it. So thank you for the review as always. And, yes, it is Darren Criss. Somehow he came to my head as I was writing, and he's how I would picture Sebastian to be.

Chapter Eight

I wasn't sure what was going on through my head.

How do you process such information that you're mother might be harmed by a man who claims he loves you. It's just something you can't accept without seeing it for your own eyes. Uncle Emmett seemed to understand the conflictions I have been facing, he hadn't said a word since he told me to leave grandma Sue's car back at the diner and he'd pick it up later.

So, even though we had been racing down the highway and back to Forks, it felt as if time was dragging. I couldn't do anything other than stare straight ahead in hopes that I wouldn't come across a bloodbath. Right now, I wasn't confident in myself that I'd be able to approach this all with a level head. I still love my parents, even though that haven't been there for a majority of my life, and I didn't want Jacob hurt in all of this. Maybe it was the imprint taking effect, but it didn't matter; Jacob was beginning to mean something to me.

I could no longer panic because it seemed useless. I was building up unnecessary stress that needed to be voided. Staring out the window at the blurry scenery seemed to help a bit, but then it reminded me of the predicament I was in. What I was seeing, was how I was feeling; nothing was clear. In order for everything to become clear, I had to slow down and come to a stop in order for me to be open-minded.

It was just a way of finding out how to.

As much as I tried to level out my options, I couldn't seem to put the information I was given in the right place. My parents were worried for me; they did everything they've done in order for me to live the life they felt I deserved. But it doesn't overtake the fact that my grandparents took over and raised me; taught me the things that they should have. And Jacob, he apologized more than once and maybe on several occasions, but I just couldn't seem to let go that he pretty much abandoned me the same way my parents had. The truth was never brought to light.

Now they're fighting over me?

I fail to see the gesture; they're only making things worse for me.

"We're here." Uncle Emmett announced pulling into the driveway.

"Where are we?" I asked confused as we began driving through the dirt roads.

"You don't recognize the place?" he asked with a chuckle, "this is home, well it used to be. This is where we lived before we moved."

"The manor? I haven't been here since… I found no reason to revisit this place." I admitted.

He hadn't said anything after that, and I hadn't expected him to give any explanations or ask any questions. I think uncle Emmett understood that I somewhat wanted to forget the past I had here. As much as I try to deny it all, it was painful to know that the modern family I could have had in some way, was far from my reach.

But I can always be grateful that grandpa Charlie and grandma Sue stepped in, and to be honest, I'm not sure I could picture a life growing up without them. They weren't the average old couple that stayed up to watch the news and reminisce on their younger years. No, it was much more than that. It was always in grandpa's best interest to make me feel better, he always admitted that he wanted a son so he could bring him out hunting with the guys. To bring him to their games in whatever sport they chose, to brag to the other dad's that his son was on the team. In a way, I did feel guilty that even though he was sort of giving that second chance, I couldn't give him that because of who I was. That and the fact I had no interest in his hobbies really.

I hated that my mother somewhat resented him. She may not have said it in words, but I knew that she blamed him for a lot of things he couldn't control.

Then there's grandma Sue. Because I couldn't go out into the world, she brought the world to me. I knew nothing about cooking, and yet she made the effort to drag me in that kitchen and help me discover that I had a passion for blending ingredients into perfection. She introduced me to reading, well, nana Esme had, but grandma Sue introduced me to the beyond. Stories of life beyond these walls, a happiness that had only been told on paper; adventures beyond the imagination that I had wished were closer to my reach.

"What the hell happened?" Uncle Emmett pulled me out of my daze.

The first thing noticeable was the damaged front entrance. The door had been knocked out of the hinges, the cement walkway was cracked, trees on the side of the driveway were cracked and shredded into splinters; all making a clearing to the point I was sure where everything was going down.

Uncle Emmett had already bolted towards the scene, but me, I couldn't find it in myself to move forward –or in any direction for that matter. I kept thinking that I was too late. Everything that had happened –happened. Whether I race through that tree line to find out the damage, I'm not going to like what I see.

But still… I needed to do something.

It seemed my body reacted before my mind could. Once again, the trees blurred by me and my feet brought me closer to the sounds of trees falling and people shouting. Something had been going terribly wrong, and I didn't know how I was going to approach this all, or if I could. I doubted that they would listen to my plea, but that didn't stop me from trying.

I came to a brief halt when a figure flew across my path. It was my father. His body collided with the cedar tree behind him, causing a splintered dent from his cracked skin. His eyes bore with fury, his lip quivered at the sight to my right. I'm sure it was Jacob snarling in his massive wolf form. I should be familiar with how his wolf appears, but the anger enforced in his posture wasn't something I had ever witnessed.

Neither opponent noticed me.

My father seemed keen on retaliating against the wolf, now speeding across the small crowd and trying to land a blow on the wolf that swerved and swung a kick at my dad. It was horrifying to see the sight and hear the pleas for them to stop. My mother begged on the sidelines for the battle to stop, but every time she came close, one of the wolves growled, laying a threat that she shouldn't interfere.

But that hadn't stopped my uncle Emmett from saving my father from Jacob's grasp. I could believe my eyes when I saw Jacob sink his teeth in my fathers shoulder; I was sure then that he was going to tear my dad to shreds. Before uncle Emmett could reach the pair, a silver wolf knocked him to the side to initiate their own fight.

What was I to do when no one could hear me?

Jacob had, he looked right into my direction. Or maybe he felt my presence the same way I do whenever he shows up every day. Just like a knife cutting the tension between both groups, everything went silent the moment I met the eyes of Jacob's wolf.

My father lay below him, grasping onto his wound, crying in agony, as it seemed to slowly heal. Jacob's expression changed. I was sure it was guilt that made him pull back and bow his head in shame. My mother remained speechless as I stood in the same spot as I arrived. Even the feud between uncle Emmett and the wolf stopped, and all eyes were on me.

"I can't believe this." I muttered, now wiping the tear that fell from my cheek.

"It was all a misunderstanding." My mother chimed in, stumbling over the tree stumps to get closer to me.

I wouldn't let her. The closer she got, the further I moved away from her. At the moment, I didn't let it bother me that she seemed crushed over the actions I had taken, my focus was on the scene played out in front of me. My family. Fighting with a pack of wolves. A pack of wolves I had only known as human, but yet not much different than what we were. All supernatural beings fighting to the death?

"Would you really kill each other?" I asked, hoping for someone to answer. "Would you all really had disposed of each other if I hadn't came here to see it with my own eyes? What justice does that serve?"

"No, we wouldn't have Sebby." Grandpa Carlisle spoke. "We were trying to stop it."

"But you didn't!" I stared blankly at my father and Jacob who still sat in the middle of the clearing. "You couldn't. None of you could because you're all monsters."

"Sebastian?" My mother said in a pleading tone.

"No mom," I interrupted, "as far as I'm concerned, the whole time you all have been telling me that I'm a danger to society, that I should be kept confined in a safe place, here all of you are; acting like animals and trying to convince each other of who is the most superior. I've had it. If this is how it's going to be, then I want nothing to do with any of you."

"Sebastian, wait!"

"I don't want to hear it dad," I shook my head in frustration, "whatever the reasons are behind this feud, I know it all sums up to me being the problem. The only thing I can do is getting rid of the problem. If that's me, then you no longer have to worry about me. I'm going home, back to my grandparents house in hopes to put this all behind me and live on without the insecurities you all seem to face. I don't need this."

For once, no one had anything to say, and I did. I wanted to lash out on everyone here, for the reason of putting me through hell and back, all for me to make all of them happy? When would it come to me?

One tear fell down my face, and I was expecting more. But I was far too furious to be vulnerable; my anger was in control, and I knew that going home was probably the worse thing to do. Grandma and grandpa didn't deserve to be at the end of my frustrations, they had been the only ones there for me since day one, and not once had they asked me for anything in return.

By the time I had reached the manor, I found myself staring at the glass house with empty emotions. This place had no definition for me; this wasn't home the same way everyone said it was. Of course I had known that from the beginning, but to actually stand here and see the foreignness of this place, I wouldn't trade my grandparents over this luxuriousness any day. Grandpa and grandma's house had always been my sanctuary.

"Take it." Uncle Emmett standing behind me, tossing me the keys to his white Camaro startled me. "I'll come and get it later."

Without questioning his gesture, I sat in the drivers seat and sped out of the driveway as fast as I could, not looking back. By the time I arrived back home, my grandparents worrying hadn't fazed me. Instead of sulking in my room like I usually did, I decided to talk to them about how I felt about all of this.

"I'm lost grandpa." I sat on the sofa between them, "I tried to see reason, I really did. But none of them were making it easier on me. I came back here to see them battling it out, and for what really? It sure wasn't to get on my good side. Sometimes I feel like I'm their excuse to hate each other."

"Why do you say that sweetie?" Grandma asked.

"Because, everything they said, everything they do, always comes down to them despising each other in some way." I shrugged. "My father hates Jacob, I know that. My mother acts more of a teenager than I do, Jacob… well, Jacob is Jacob, and I still don't know who that is."

"In the beginning," I continued, "they've all said that it was for my safety, but when secrets become safe? It's getting to the point where I'm not sure if I can forgive any of them for what they did, what they're doing now, and what is yet to come. It all seems like it will never end. I have no choice on either route because my decision will always end up hurting someone I care about. It really isn't fair."

"Who's telling you to make a choice?" Grandpa asked.

"All of them pretty much." I shrugged, "no matter what I chose, it all comes back to Jacob in some way. If I chose to move away with the family, it will hurt Jacob in a way I'm not totally sure of yet. They say he'll die if I reject him, and maybe me if it comes down to it. But if I stay with Jacob, I fear that it could be my biggest regret. I've never had the opportunities to live my life, and if I stay with Jacob, I'll have to stay here. I've seen him angry, and I've seen him happy. A part of me feels guilty that he has no control over his emotions, they all sum up to how I feel. If I'm upset, so is he. If I'm lost, so is he. If I'm happy, so it seems he is. He rejected me first, and it just made things worse for him. If I say no to him, where does that put me? I already felt the pains of it, who's to say that it wont intensify if I chose something different."

"I think that's why you were chosen for Jacob." Grandma Sue implied, "in a way, your ability familiarizes to what he felt when he imprinted. You both can pick up on the emotions, but with you; it's visionary. You see the pain, but with Jacob, you feel it. You feel the love too. I can't say that the imprint is the answer to all of this because I've seen it tear people apart, Leah is the perfect example of it."

"Leah?"

"She wasn't always bitter, and I think it's slowly fading by the days that pass." She continued. "Sam and her had been in love at the time, and when Sam phased, he had returned to Leah only to imprint on her cousin Emily. Leah had been so heartbroken that she resented ever becoming a protector as well as the result of a love that she hoped was real." She paused for a moment, "think of it in her perspectives Seb –and this is in no way to provoke you to make a decision you don't want to, but I can see that Leah hopes that one day she'll find the benefits of love just as strong as an imprint. It was her way of praying for something to clear her thoughts from loving someone she just couldn't have. I guess… when you think of it, it's similar to what you feel. You couldn't choose who you love because fate had chosen it for you. I think the only way to get through this is to see how life is without Jacob, I'm not saying run away and never come back, but to get some space."

"I'm not following." I said in confusion.

"I'm saying that you need to get out more now." She grabbed grandpa's hand, "we both think that it's only right that you're able to freely go out into the town, and possibly make some friends, and enjoy a life that you never had."

"But what about my parents?" I asked.

"Don't worry about them." Grandpa added, "they left you with us, they can't simply barge into my house and tell us how to raise you, we've done great this far? Haven't we?" He smiled, I nodded, "well, we trust you enough to go there and make some friends, it's about time that you made some friends your own age, heck maybe even Seth can take you around the town."

"I'm not even sure if I want to see Seth." I admitted, "well… I know I don't want to see my parents or Jacob. I don't think Seth would want me to tag along with him, and besides, I know him an Jacob are best friends, and I just don't want that close of a connection yet."

"That seems reasonable." Grandpa agreed, "well how about you start school at the high school, it's only been a month in the year and I'm sure they wouldn't mind having you there."

"But I'm done school, I should be graduating soon." I admitted.

"But they don't know that." Grandpa smiled, "besides, this could be an experience for your last year; a chance for you to make friends and graduate with your fellow peers. I for sure would like to see you walk across the stage in a cap and gown."

"But I'm only thirteen, how can we explain that?" I asked.

"A lot of bright thirteen year olds graduate early." He chuckled, "but if you insist, I'm sure there's a way to pull some strings to pass you off as a seventeen year old, I am a the chief of police after all."

I was nervous the next day, especially when my parents came by and began arguing with grandpa and grandma. They still felt that I wasn't ready of course, and threatening to take me back without them having a say about it; infuriated grandpa. I haven't seen or heard him be so angry. He actually kicked my parents out of the house and told them that they couldn't come back until they set everything right. They weren't allowed to bother me until I felt it was time to talk, it was my decision now.

Grandpa was quick to get me ready for school, rushing me around so we could go downtown to pick up a few school supplies and whatever else I needed. Grandma raced around the kitchen making breakfast as well as preparing the big lunch she figured I needed. To her, I was still growing and I needed the energy for the day.

I hadn't seen or heard from anyone other than uncle Emmett picking up his car the night before. I had to admit that it was such a relief to not be caught in between their arguments, to find the least of my worries was getting into the school.

I followed grandpa after he called in letting the station know that he'd be running a little late today. Thankfully we didn't take the cruiser. Being escorted in a police car on my first day was not the impression I wanted to make.

It was actually hilarious to see grandpa going up and down the aisle's to make sure I had everything I needed. Books, binders, paper, pens, calculator (though I felt I hadn't needed it), and a shoulder bag, each that would be a requirement according to him. Just as we were about to checkout, something awkward had taken place.

It was Nahuel and his aunt he called Huilen. They were touring the town and sightseeing until grandpa Carlisle required his assistance. I wasn't sure how to take his approach when introduced himself to grandpa Charlie and me, and of course grandpa clicked in right away to who they were; giving me a glance to make sure I had been okay.

Nahuel proposed that we talk over lunch and discuss what he had come here for, to help me grasp on being a hybrid. Grandpa was quick to step him and let him know that I wouldn't have much time to do so since I was starting school. Surprisingly, Nahuel thought that it was a great idea for me to, and hoped that I would enjoy the festivities of it. As he and his aunt departed, he requested I reconsider his invitation, even suggesting that my grandparents join us.

I was unsure if I should or not. I did have questions that I knew he'd be the only one to answer, but it was still in the air whether I could trust him or not. He didn't give off any vibes that I couldn't, in fact, he had been polite and considerate to grandpa and me. But his aunt hadn't spoken much, but she smiled the entire conversation.

Maybe I would talk to him.

"If you're considering his request Seb, please let us know first." Grandpa implored.

I nodded and followed him to the car as we headed straight for Forks High.

It didn't take as long as I expected for grandpa to register me in my classes, and before lunch he was saying his goodbyes and let me continue on with my day, informing me that they were sending someone to give me a tour of the place. I thanked him before he told me that he'd be here to pick me after school.

Just as the bell rung and dismissed the students for lunch, the secretary called me into the office to introduce me to a girl named Andrea. She was a bit shorter than I was with a small that seemed permanently attached to her face. Her brunette hair flown straight down the midsection of her back, her complexion tanned and a bit lighter than those down on the Quileute reservation.

"Andrea Stanley." She extended her hand for me to shake.

"Sebastian Cullen," I replied staring at her hand, "I have to apologize beforehand Andrea, but I'm OCD and I'm very sketchy with touching anyone."

"Oh, no problem." She smiled and pulled her hand back and tucking them into her pockets, "follow me and I'll show you around after we have lunch."

It was a strange feeling walking through these halls; everyone stared whenever we walked passed and made our way to the cafeteria. Something I should be used to by now whenever I go in public places.

"You'll be the talk of the school for awhile." She smiled offering me a seat next to her at the table next to her friends. "So do you know Edward Cullen?"

"Edward Cullen?" I paused, realizing I hadn't really thought of an alibi. "He's a cousin from my dad's side. Listen, umm… I don't mean to be rude, but I'd like to keep my personal life to myself."

"Okay," was all she said before introducing me to the two other girls with her?

"How do you know Edward Cullen?" I asked.

"Oh it's nothing," she giggled, "it's just my sister had a huge crush on him and continued to whine how lucky Isabella Swan was to marry him straight out of high school. But now she's marrying her high school sweetheart Mike Newton."

Thankfully she didn't ask for any connections I had with my father seeing how he was adopted into the family and I still looked like him. I guess it didn't cross her mind and I didn't bring it up. I doubt she even knew that my father was adopted in the first place.

After leaving Stacy and Natalie at the cafeteria, Andrea gave me a tour of the place, showing me where my classes would be located and informing me of the clubs that were run throughout the school, insisting I join the yearbook club with her and the other girls. Since it was their last year, she felt that we make it memorable.

It didn't take much to adjust to the school, and after the introductions in each class, I found myself settling in properly. Even though a couple students stated their names, I hadn't found any of them memorable accept Andrea.

Grandpa was true to his word when he picked me up at the end of the day, grinning ear to ear as he grabbed my bag and tossed in the back seat.

"How was your first day?"

A/N: I promised myself that I wouldn't leave any cliffhangers in this chapter, so I hope you are all satisfied with the update. I want to apologize it this chapter seemed a bit more busy that I had planned, but it is what is I guess. I will let you know that the story might slow down a little and there might be one more OC I might add that will have some importance to the story. So please, read and review.

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