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Author's Note-its now 5:54 in the morning and i havn't had any sleep so i'm a lil loopy right now, so if by some miricle you like this story, but not this chapter because of anything that isn't Byron goin out and bein an idjit, you know whaat to blame...

P.S.- I'm tryin to find something else to write about that isn't smut stuff, so if u wanna see what i can do with the Twilight saga, just post it in the reviews and i'll give it a shot... PLEASE i'ma beggin ya gimme an idea so i have something to distract me from my short attention span... the writer's crack is helping me alot...

"So, whats your decision?" Byron asked with fear in his voice, though his determination far outweighed his fear.

"You just aren't what we would consider... a useful asset..."

"But Aro, you and I both know that even if I am not a useful asset, I would be an interesting one," Byron replied smoothly, his fear giving way to anger, without him showing any trace of it.

Aro smiled briefly but was quick to cover it up.

Byron continued to chisel away at Aro's armor. "Just think... The only being of my kind to have ever existed... just waltzing in here and offering himself to one of the most famed collectors in history, that also has a power to fulfill one of said collector's fleeting fancies... surely, the collector could see the grand opportunity that he would normally have to work for just so simply falls into his lap."

Aro no longer continued to hide his smile.

"And of course, there is the fact that you have a bargaining chip that is very important to the one clan of vampires that could actually take you in a fight... This is a golden opportunity that would, quite frankly, only a fool would pass up... and everyone here knows that the great Aro, for all intents and purposes, King of the vampires, is no fool." Byron emphasized the last part with a grand bow.

Aro was beaming now, and said with a great bit of pride in his voice, "Well... when put so... eloquently, how could one such as myself possibly refuse?"

Byron came up from his bow and gave a slight nod of his head as a show of thanks. Byron had been a scrawny little fifth grader when he left that day his family argued. He couldn't be the cause of their break down, so he left. For those five months Byron had been living on his own, Byron had become a strong, well-muscled boy, that coupled with his growth spurt had made him easily mistakable for an age more in the neighborhood of eighteen... A mistake that Byron was quick to use for his own needs...

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but why have you decided to seek refuge among us?" asked Marcus asked.

Byron smiled, "But of course, my most esteemed Marcus. Naturally, one would wonder the motives of a stranger, so willingly coming in to ask a favor of those who would normally be enemies... My logic behind doing this is that with my being missing and all, unless I have horribly over valued myself, my family will be looking for me... And I believe that you would be the last place they would look due to the fact that even if this is the first place that occurs to them, they wouldn't look here until last, because they would want to keep the knowledge of me a secret unless they believe they have no other choice in the matter if it came to seeing me again.

"Furthermore, even if they do decide to check here, they would have no way of retrieving me without amassing an army like they had when you wished to confront them... My father may be able to order his bitches around, but he only controls half of their population, the other half is in the control of Sam who has made it clear that he would have nothing to do with my father's pack... then there is the fact that the vampires that my family was able to convince to stand with them would have fled if you had applied much more pressure to them... their goal was to have you listen, not to fight you... and they only stuck around due to the defensive position they were holding... if my family tried to pull a stunt like that with an offensive strike just to get their son back, they wouldn't be able to muster up enough to even be a challenge... therefore, this was obviously a logical place to go..."

Caius' eyes narrowed, "and how do we know you are speaking the truth to us now?"

Byron smiled and held out his hand, "Aro, if you wouldn't mind."

Aro immediately took this opportunity to take his first glance at his newest addition to his collection. Aro seized Byron's hand in an instant and after a second, he told Caius what Byron spoke was true.

"What do you eat? If you are a guest in our house we must be able to feed you..." Marcus asked with a tone that suggests nothing but the highest of regards.

"I've lived off of the meat and blood of animals me, and my parents have hunted," Byron said as if this fact was of no consequence. "I need both to sustain life, however if I have one, I can go through extended periods of time without the other, though after the third week I'm either to hungry or thirsty to be of any real use... I have to say though, I have become quite happy with human blood and fish as a meal... One of my favorites in fact..."

"Then if you would wish, you could stay here for a few minutes, Chelsea should have her catch back soon... and we are all welcome to have such a... Unique character among us..."

"Thank you for the offer most esteemed Marcus," Byron said, "It would be a pleasure to dine with you..."

The sound of a mass of foot steps came sounding down the hall.

"Ah... It seems they have arrived now..."

As the people start to file in, Byron couldn't help but feel sorry those who he was about to kill... 'Get a hold of yourself, Byron, this is your new life now so SUCK IT UP!'

"Ehi, Aro, mente se ho la rossa?" Hey, Aro, Mind if I have the red head? Byron asked.

Aro seemed thrilled at the discovery of Byron's versatile tounge. "Ma naturalmente …" But of course...

Byron let go of his humanity in the screams of the red head...