The Shape Shifters

~Change~

My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am a shape shifter. I have a heart beat and blood runs through my veins, I can change into anyone, anything, as long as it is a living thing and I have to know about its background first before I change into anything. You may know the wolf shifters, they are my cousins, they can live forever and I can live forever too, so I am 199 years old. Thought I still look like a 21 year old, the day I was changed.

I was changed on my birthday, I was human. I could grow, get old (not that I wanted to), live a normal life. But apparently I was never normal. Shape shifters have their gift in their blood; it's born with us and gets triggered between your 18-28 ages in life. My gift was triggered at my 21st birthday I had an okay family, they weren't the perfect ones because I was adopted by them since I'd been 5 years old. I had moved out of the small house we lived in and opened my eyes to the 'big world' my adopted brother used to say, Matt and he's 23. He always used to say that when we were in the garden, looking at the stars through his father's telescope.

My first experience of shape shifting was a scary one. I was in my new flat that I bought with my college money and I was down to the ground floor, the flat's small garden. I was planting my space of flowers with the annoying little 5 year old boy; I was paid to babysit for his mother, Simon running circles around me.

"Look Bwella look!" Simon squealed delightfully.

I looked up quickly to see him running up to me, his hands full of my flowers I planted. I jumped up and took the flowers from him gently; my strength is much more than a human's so I have to be gentle with them.

"No Simon! These are my flowers!" I scolded him, I didn't like being too harsh on children I was too much of a softy.

But this child took my flowers I planted a minute ago! I re-planted the flowers calmly and turned to Simon. "Simon, go! Play somewhere else." I suggested, waving my hand in a random direction.

"Okay Bwella!" he laughed and ran off, jumping up and down joyfully.

I sighed; Simon always seemed to take strict comments as it was clean air; it was just amusing to him.

A few minutes later a very muddy Simon bounced up to me again, but with a bucket full of dead plants in his toy wheel barrel. The trouble makers above my head in their rooms roared out in laughter as I shook in fury. Simon's hair, clothes, trainers, nearly every part of him was painted with mud and dead flower parts; my flowers.

I felt a strange, faint tingly feeling from my head to the tips of my toes. It was like getting an electric shock in my veins, a harmful spark travelling through with the blood, getting stronger. I jumped up when Simone lost control of the wheel barrel and it tumbled into my newly done flowers I bought from B&Q. The spark doubled and flared, it felt like a very painful pins and needles covering every part of my body.

Then I changed.

One minute there was silence, then there was screaming coming from the floors above me. Simon backed away from me, his eyes were as huge as saucers, he looked afraid. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know what I was right now because I was obviously not Bella right now, the screaming proved that.

Just then I saw a black coated figure standing at the end of the small garden, it wasn't moving. But I was sure that that black thing was there the whole time, watching me. I'd thought that it was just an object, not that I looked at it properly, just an object blending into the backgrounds, the surroundings around it. I examined it closely now, it had a hood, and it definitely was a person.

Just so slightly I would've missed it, a faint glow of crimson colour shimmered from inside the dark hood. It gave me the creeps; I stopped staring and looked back down to Simon who was whimpering behind his damaged wheel barrel.

"Bwella?" he asked, he sounded so scared I had the urge to comfort the poor little soul.

I took a step towards him, noticing that I was walking on four limbs, and tried to speak. But to my utter amazement a low growl slipped from my sharp teeth. Simon wailed,

"Pweese don't eat me!" he cried out.

He dipped his head near the barrel, his head banged the wheel hard and he cried out in pain. Blood wheezed from his wound in his head and he screamed out for Mummy.

A higher scream responded and his mother Maria came rushing towards him from her car.

"Baby!"

She sounded so frightened and scared I took a step back to show that I wouldn't hurt her. But I ended up stepping back on to the flower beds, I roared furiously, baring my teeth and swearing at myself for being so careless.

Maria held Simon securely to her chest and backed away, more liked running, away from me. Simon ducked his head to her shoulder and wailed, behind me the dark figure moved.