I Can't Be Who You Are

by Annie D134

Isabella Swan is not human, and she hates it. She's never felt worthy of anything. What happens when she stumbles upon a human boy who wants nothing more for her than love and happiness? Will she learn to love or will she run away? In The world of immortality, nothing is worse than loneliness.

2. 1 Devour

Chapter 1:

There are two sides to my everlasting immortality.

Me and her.

The much more tolerable side was Bella Swan, the sweet-hearted and young woman who you could talk to for hours on end without being bored. Bella Swan was, in a sense, the real me.

Then there was her.

The creature, the monster, who takes away the innoccence I wished I had everytime I cross the paths of anything human. Of course this creature was me; but everytime she came through, It never seemed like she was me. But that was for only one reason.

Bella Swan was human.

But this thing was something worse,

a devour.

A cruel and vile monster that fed on the innoccent youth of humans in order to maintain their-our-immortality. Devours are very close to something called a shinigami, which steals lifespans instead of youth. In my eyes, every collection of both species deserved nothing more than a slow painful death.

Even me.

No, especially me.

I had lived the span of two-hundred lives and almost everyday had taken what little control I still had to not throw myself off the highest cliff in Forks, Washington. But there were things that somewhat helped me forget what I was, even for a little while. The facination I had for art, music and human culture was undenialable. The way humans lived their individual lives had never ceased to amaze me, especially with the new technology that even children could control.

But then again, what couldn't they control?

I sighed, my benign attitude gone as my turquoise eyes took in the last of the late sunset. According to the humans, I had lived in Forks for papable length of three days; trying to adjust to rainy days and cloudy skies. But in reality, I'd lived here for ten years.

Ten long, agonizingly boring years.

I tried to abide excuse I told myself, if I had come sooner with humans dying at my own selfish hands, people would get suspicious. Of course it would sound reasonable in anyone else's ears, but for me, I was just terrified to be near any humans. Too terrified at myself, too terrified of my reactions if someone stepped too close, or touched my skin...

I shook my head, my long caramel hair brushing my waist. I wasn't doubting my self control, no, I wouldn't dream of that.

But I did doubt the humans' saftey near me.