Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the story Being Human.

Everybody dies, I was going to die of old age, that was the plan. Then there are the ones that should have died, they're monsters now too. Death isn't the end but the beginning so here we are a ghost, vampire, and wolf. Transformed, apparitions, stuff from nightmares. They might even attack others and bring them into the world of the dead. So what do we have left to look forward to, us refugees? Maybe if we deserve such a thing called mercy we might find each other.

Everyone deserves to die then end up in a better place called Heaven, even me. Clumsy Bella who died falling down the stairs in my new house while unpacking. Edward should have died from gun fire in the battlefield of Gettysburg, he didn't think death would smile at him with a blood covered grin. For a vampire death is the beginning of forever. For a ghost it's the beginning of being alone for all eternity that's the worse thing. Then there are the ones like Jacob, who was forced into this world with no heads up. Though shattered, bloody, and alone we walk away from everything…

BPOV

"Hi my name is Bella Swan and I am a ghost." I said to myself in the mirror. Ugh I sound like I'm confessing about a drinking addiction. I grimaced at myself, realizing that I never got to try drinking. I've been a ghost for two months now and ten different people have tried living in this house, they ended up leaving within the week. What's their excuse, you might ask well apparently there is a evil and uncomfortable presence about. I never really get it I am extremely harmless, granted I still trip over nothing when I walk. I'm 5"5, with big dull brown bug eyes, stringy dull brown hair, and a slim body. Forever I have to stay in the same outfit I died in. much to my sister's, Alice, protest I'm wearing a blue shirt, regular blue-wash jeans, and black converse. It really didn't matter about what I was wearing that day because my fiancé…ex-fiancé, James and I were still unpacking. My dead heart hurt at the mention of James I still love him and I never got to say goodbye to him. The plus side is that he's the landlord so I see him every time people wanted to move out or in. I remember the last time I saw, clearly.

(Two months ago)

"James!" I yelled up the many stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Are you hungry, because I'm making spaghetti."

"Yeah sure, I'll be done in a bit." I smiled at the thought of him trying to fix the broken toilet and got back to the little kitchen. I met James two years ago when I was in college, I was going to become a writer and he was going to become a professional football player. He wasn't drafted so he became the landlord and a boss of a outlet store, I'm still waiting for a publisher to contact me. I finished the spaghetti and went upstairs to see if James was done. Sure enough when I got upstairs and peered into the peeling plain white bathroom, he was still working on the toilet.

"Hey you are you almost done?" I asked.

"Not even close, I have no idea what I'm doing." That's what I thought.

"We'll just call a plumber."

"No, I'm not wasting anymore money I will fix this."

"Well in the mean time, dinner is done."

"Alright then, I'll fix this after dinner." He smiled at me and we went down to eat. We had a quiet dinner and after he left me to wash the dishes which I finished at incredible speed. I was used to washing dishes, since every person I lived with couldn't wash them.

"Bella can you come up here?" James yelled.

"Yeah I'm coming." I replied, rushing as carefully as I could up the stairs, oh I forgot something I starting walking back down the stairs, when I tripped and fell.

(Present)

I died the instant my head hit the wood at the bottom of the stairs. I remember the memorial, friends and family standing around talking about their favorite memories of me. There I was screaming and trying to get people to look at me, but of course I was just a gust of cold air. I sobbed through the entire thing and listened to Alice, and my parents talk about me and comfort James. Now I'm going to have to deal with the new tenants, who are probably just going to leave like all of the others…