AN: This chapter will be a bit different, it's all going to be from Susan's perspective
Susan: I never agreed to th-
Me:It's happening just roll with it woman!
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I unlocked the library and walked right to the mythical section.
"This is stupid... Why am I even doing this?" I murmured as I grabbed a very old looking parchment, or possibly animal skin they all sort of blended together eventually. I opened it and terrifying, violent images immediately filled my head. Desperate struggles against starvation, animals far larger and better equipped for the battles fought between humans and themselves, and eventually against other humans. I closed the sheet with a sound that was, while not the tell-tale 'snap!', final and filled with unspoken pain. I felt an unfortunately familiar burning in my pupils and groaned.
"Oh No nOt aGaIn..." I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back against the Inhumanity that I felt welling up inside me. This can't keep on... I don't know how much longer I have to stay human... I thought feeling something I'd never admit, scared. I took a deep breath and opened a thickly bound book, only to immediately shut it again.
"Oh gods granddad.... No wonder you keep leaving this damned job." I murmured wiping unshed tears from my eyes. I turned to a different book, it was incredibly thin and quite old by now but still new enough that the guilded lettering was clear and easy to read. It read: Death, I'd read this brief story of my grandfather's life repeatedly since coming to live in His home. Every time I did I felt the slightest bit worse about making Him come back to this job. All my life I'd wanted to be human, to be normal, but due to my Heritage it had never really been possible, I always knew that really. 'sounds boring to me...' Those words kept rattling in the back of my head like a bad song, no matter what else I thought of they kept coming back.
"Yes I know it's boring and that's the point!" I yelled to no one in particular frowning tremendously.
"I want boring, I don't want to be 'Susan Death' anymore, I just want to be 'Miss Susan'. The more I try to take my grandfather's place, the longer I sit here in this library, in this house, in this damned country the less human I become! If I have to stay much longer I'll forget ever being anything else!... Not that anyone would understand..." I sighed rather more dramatically than I'd intended or would have liked to admit. Then with a tremendous effort and great impending shame I opened the one Autobiography that I had read the most, more than my grandfather's or even Albert's when I knew he'd been spying on me, I opened and started to read my own. Seeing as time doesn't pass, or frankly exist, in my grandfather's country I have no way of telling how long I read for but it was plenty enough for me to feel far to tired to hold back the tears of empathy, loneliness, and frustration that had built up in the time I'd been reading. I reached over in my little reading area and gingerly lifted a family picture as Pandora crawled into my lap, her fluffy brown fur soft against my hand and frankly the only source of heat readily available.
"I understand why you wanted so badly to be like humans grandfather... Honestly it's the same reason as me I think... But... I still can't just let you do as you'd like I'm afraid so I will have to bring you back. And godsdammit I will." I wiped my exhausted eyes and patted my cat's head before leaning back onto a bookcase and falling asleep to the comforting sound of pens scratching on paper.