Mommies and Lessons in Obedience

Midnight Rose

Disclaimer .they are all mine, I swear it. But he said that they were mine JK they are lkh the goddess of the book world...nope not mine just playing with them, and nope I'm broke. So sue me if you must but I won't be able to even pay for a lawyer. Thank you soo much for Edward..::smile::
NOTE:.Yes there is a note at the bottom of the page: read it AFTER the story and no, my mental status is none of your business so don't ask…lol...


The trees whispered a song as the sound of happy children playing echoes through the school. Children laughed as they ran around the playground. All but one that is. Well, all but one sane one, (One child was eating crayons alone). One child was away from the crowd, in his own little world. But observing, always observing.

His blonde hair slicked back and his baby-blues were empty. He sat there looking at all the other children playing, happily. Happy? He thought they are naive; they will die one day, then who knows. Who cares?

This child knew about death. He lost his Mother last year and his father then same day. He lived with his uncle, though they were not really related. Van Cleef.

He never met Van Cleef before his mother's funeral, at age nine. But then again he didn't meet that many people. He was home schooled, because his parents, eh, mother, was being chased by a bad man. That was the same reason that no one knew about him. He hid in the basement when the cops came, and he didn't come out until the funeral. There he met Van Cleef. The man took care of him, though they lied constantly to each other. They knew when the other lied. They always did. 

Van Cleef insisted that the child go to first grade, though he should be in third. The child needed to learn about his fellow human kind. How to act and how to not stick out in a crowd. He was not there to make friends though, Van Cleef forbid it. He was there to observe, to watch. That was all. Do not interact above necessary.

Van Cleef wasn't a mean man. In fact, the young boy liked him. However, he was strange. But in a good way. The man never questioned the boy's obedience as his father did. And the mans punishments were more swift then his fathers. The boy's father would leave scared along his back. Not Van Cleefs. His hurt a lot more, but never scar.

The boy's thoughts drifted as he looked at the children. He wanted to play with them, but no, no he wouldn't. Van Cleef said that there was a little girl that also lost her mother, and she was around here, somewhere. But the little boy wouldn't look. He didn't care. Van Cleef said that he could not become attached, and he wouldn't. Oh, no he wouldn't. He would listen to Uncle Van Cleef on this one, as well as all the other lessons.

Plus the boy knew that nothing here could help him in his new life. What was he supposed to do? Through a basketball at his target? That wouldn't do much, except kill him, maybe. Probably.
The little boy picked up his scissors and cut out a heart. He measured it perfectly with his ruler. 5 inches tall, like his mother was 5 feet. And he wrote on it, Edward and Mommy.
He made sure that the teachers didn't see him, hiding behind the tree (some of the teachers would report to Van Cleef about what he was doing)

Though he hid form one teacher not because of that. Miss. Caliber. She was crazy. She heard voices at night and would threaten her children with the box, not to mention that she saw ghosts. How did he know? He hacked into her file on the computer. Edward didn't have her. He used to but when she would yell at him he would just stare back. She would look away. He scared her, how he didn't know. But he did, and he enjoyed it.

Edward was not his real name. No, not at all. His real name was lost to the world and him. This was the name he got when Van Cleef found him. His first name before was Eddie, he thinks. But he could be wrong. It didn't matter, it was Edward now.

"Hi" a little girl said. How did the girl find him, he would never know, nor care.

Edward looked up at her and was lost. She had long black curly hair and dark brown eyes, not to mention that she was so pail. She was beautiful. She was an angel, something to be hidden from the world. But she was something more, something like him. Somehow, she had that survivor instinct. That toughness that made you a killer, but not in a bad way. And something more. Something that he couldn't place a finger on. He would have said that it was a magic about her, but he knew what a shape-shifter looked like. He was a master at that, now. And she wasn't one.

"Hi" he said, looking down.

The girl shifted he weight from foot to foot. Ever watchful, ever suspicious he noted. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Cutting" he replied. He handed her the heart to show her

"Oh" she said looking down. Then she started to cry. They were slow tears that drifted down her face. But there was so much sorrow to them, so much loss in them.
Edward was in shock about her tears. What was wrong he wondered? What had he done?

"You ok?" he asked.

"I lost my mommy, she's dead" the girl with tear stricken eyes replied. Something about the way she said it was madder of factly. Grown up, if you will. He knew then that she was going to grow up to be a great person. But she would risk her life for those weaker then her. He admired that.  That and her watchfulness. He didn't admire a lot of people, but her he did.
"Mine too" he said. He rapped his arms around the girl. He reacted on pure instinct. He wasn't in that position often, but now, he was. Something inside him wanted to help the small child in his arms, though she was only a year or two younger then he.
She cried until her eyes were dry and she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you" she said. Her voice was beautiful.

He reached into his pocket and drew out a piece of candy, not just any piece, one in which he stole from Van Cleef. The girl looked at it and back to him, and smiled. She had a beautiful smile. However, something told him that she didn't smile often.

"I'm-" the bell rang and the girl ran off, back to school. Away from Edward.

Edward started back to the school when he heard a noise and ducked. A bullet spiraled from above his head. Van Cleef was watching. Though the gun was had a silencer, the boy knew it was coming. Pure instinct.

"Boy, time to go" the shadow said. Edward saw the silhouette of a gun. Van Cleef was testing him, again.

Edward sighed. "Yes sir"

"What is your name?" Van Cleef asked. His voice held amusement.

"Ted" Edward replied. Acting as if he never met the man before. He knew the drill. Act as if you just come across him, in case of bugs. Incase someone is watching. "You?" he asked.

"Van Cleef" he said.

They both smiled to show that they knew the other was lying. But it didn't matter. They knew names didn't mean anything. Only skill.

"What did you learn?" the man asked as if applying to the school behind them.

"Not to trust anyone. And never get semimetal, it will distract you" the boy replied.

"Good" the man smiled and held out his hand. The boy took it.

As they left, the boy promised himself that he would find that girl someday. That he would do what it took. He would protect her from people like him. And that he would see that she grew up strong. To him, something about her was like a reflection of himself. Like a part of his soul.


NOTE  ok I've gone a tad crazy. I didn't mean to put Edward and Anita in it together, it just happened. Honest. I swear it ::grins::      hehehe Yes, think that Edward grew up near St. Louise. That's why he is always there   .so yeah  but I don't really get where Van Cleef came in so this is just one of my theories .. You people know the other one from Deaths sacrifice and yes, there are a lot more  also I might continue it as if Edward is remembering it, but that depends on your intake I'm only here to serve ::wicked smile::  lol