A/N:Hi ya all!

Soooo... As my profile says, my life's been up-side-down for a while and I just haven't had the strength to make anything of it. Therefore I'm going to pick up some of the pieces of my life and do something that might make someone else happy.

I'll try not to let you guys down again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon or any other book Stephenie Meyer has written!

Not so Human!

Preface:

Human.

I believe it's a subjective word, and that it probably means different thing to us all.

To me, someone is human when he or she looks like a human, has human needs and instincts, and acts human. Someone that blends in. Someone that has flaws and has to eat, drink and sleep to survive.

Then what does that make me?

I'm definitely not human, but what am I? I don't eat or drink. Neither do I sleep or get tired. I feel all pumped up with power, like I have no limits. It feels like I could run around the world without getting tired, like I could crush a rock as big as me into dust without breaking a sweat. I feel so powerful, but I don't know how to control it. I need to think before every single movement I make, in case I might do something too fast or too hard.

What if someone finds out? What if Charlie or mom finds out?

Ah, mom. I might never be able to meet her again. It's kind of lucky that the change occurred just as I moved from my mom to Charlie, or I wouldn't have been able to meet Charlie either. Charlie, who is my dad, hadn't seen me for several years and didn't notice the change in my appearance. All he said was, while looking quite stunned:

"Wow, Bella. You've really grown into a beautiful woman." and that made me frown. Beautiful? Me?

My mom always told me I was a pretty girl, but that I would never become a model. And I knew she was right. There was nothing special about my appearance; I was an average girl with okay grades. Nothing special, and not particularly good at anything.

So you might see why I was really confused when Charlie called me beautiful. Of course when I looked in the mirror later that night, I got so shocked I couldn't even scream. I just stood there for a unknown amount of time and stared at my reflection. Instead of that average girl, who used to look back at me, a drop dead gorgeous woman was standing in the mirror. Behind the mindboggling beauty, I could still see me if I look closely enough. The long and brown hair and the shape of the eyes, nose and lips. But it wasn't quite the same; more like my features had been sharpened and beautified. Also, my eyes were no longer the deep brown they used to be, but violet.
My skin had never been very tan, but now it was paler than I'd ever seen it; white and perfect. All my scars and birthmarks were gone. The same went with my pimples. She was without a doubt the most striking woman I had ever seen. She was me.

The change wasn't very pleasant though. The very thought if it made my skin tingle, like I could feel the pain all over again. Unending hours of pain, and not just any pain but the worst pain imaginable. Breaking a leg felt like a caress compared to that.

But as the pain finally began to fade, I was way too tired to move or to even open my eyes. I thought I would die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I even welcomed death in my mind, because hopefully I wouldn't be that exhausted when I was dead. But just as I was sure I really was dead, the sunlight reached my face and I felt my strength return to me. Even more strength than I was used to actually. I had gained so much power during the pain, and it freaked me out.

But my question was still; what had made it hurt so badly when I hadn't done anything? Or had I?

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I am Swedish after all ;)

I'll try to update as soon as possible.

Love

The Twilight-Duck