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Auther's note- MUST GET ANOTHER SHOT OF WRITER'S CRACK (A.K.A FanFiction)

There was a sharp knock on Edward and Bella's door.

Bella groaned, "I was hopeful about being able to get some alone time with you..."

"Its Byron..." said Edward with a tone of voice that mixed a desire to help his grandson and annoyance of not being with his wife. "He is upset."

Bella immediately softened up and opened the door, "Come in sweetie, whats wrong?"

Byron told his grandparents all about him and Raven and the conversation he and his father had had just a half an hour before.

Bella and Edward listened throughout the story silently and waited until the end to say anything. They looked at each other and nodded.

"I'm going to run to the house and get you something to eat and call your mother," said Edward. "You can stay the night if you want to."

Byron looked relieved and thanked his grandparents.

After Edward had cleared up everything with Jacob and Renesmee, he brought back some food for Byron.

"Byron, can I ask you something?" Edward asked.

"You kinda just did," Byron laughed, "seriously sure, go ahead."

"If you were a human, a full human, with no knowledge of what they think of as the supernatural whatsoever... what would you think if your friend takes you to meet his grandparents that look eighteen?"

"That's a damn good botox?" Byron said jokingly as Bella laughed. "I would probably just think they are lying."

"Would you want Raven to think you're a liar?" Edward asked.

Byron looked at his feet and sighed. "I guess you're right..."

"And then of course, there's the Volturi," Bella said before she could stop herself.

"The Volturi? Who are they?" Byron asked.

Edward and Bella look at each other and sighed. "Ok, Byron, Do you remember those books we lent you last time you came here?"

Byron immediately responded yes. He was an avid reader and was eager to read anything he could get his hands on. The last few books he had been lent from his grandparents were old stories about the Mafia in Chicago.

"Do you remember all of the police men?" Bella asked.

Byron nodded.

"Think of the crooked cops... how they would do anything for money..." Edward continued off of Bella's statement.

Realization dawned on Byron, "So, the Volturi are like the crooked cops of the vampire world..."

Edward smiled, "Basically... but instead of money, they want power..."

Byron nodded, "So, they are really powerful?"

Edward nodded, "They are the most powerful coven in the world..."

"What about us? I mean, we are really large compared to the other covens," Byron questioned.

"Well yes, but the Volturi are... in a way... made up of two coven's... the Volturi themselves, and the guard," Edward explained. "The Volturi are made up of five members... but the guard number around thirty... All of them talented... and all of them battled proven... We very narrowly avoided a fight with them when Renesmee was born..."

"Really?" Byron wondered. "What was it over?"

"They thought Renesmee was an immortal child is the official reason... but everyone knows its because they were threatened by us..." Bella said.

"And once they realized Renesmee was what she was, they looked for as many excuses to fight us as they could... Hell I almost had a go at them myself when they tried to take her away with them a few hours later." Edward said.

"Why would they try to take mom?" Byron wondered.

Edward replied, "Because Aro, their leader, is a collector... he wanted your mother as one of his oddities. He wanted Alice to be his crown jewel. But I have to say the boldest move he made was thinking of turning your dad and Sam's pack into guard dogs."

Byron nodded and then yawned.

Bella scooped him up in her arms and took him to his bedroom at the cottage. "Sweet dreams little guy," She whispered.

Byron nodded again, and was fast asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

Bella came out of his bedroom and said to Edward, "I'm worried about him..."

Edward nodded and said, "I am too..."

Bella walked into Edward's arms and whispered into his ear, "You know... he is a heavy sleeper..."

Edward embraced his wife and started to carry her to their bedroom.

They never made it...