Author's notes

I do not own either Animorphs or the Cullens. No harm of any rights meant.

I had to alter the cannon a bit here and there, but just the slightest. Excuse me for this.

As English is not my native language, please help me by reviews. Give me courage - I will not continue without You readers.

Thoughtspeak in [ ] , mind-reading in italic.

Thanks a lot, and have a good time.

Prologue: The Cullens

Alice danced down the stairs, smiling to herself.

"Dearest brother of mine...?"

"Who, me...?" Emmett looked up, surprised.

"Yes, you. Shall you please not try to kill them instantly? I am quite interested" said Alice with a blank face, only the joyful shine of her golden eye gave the teasing away. He glared at her for a short second - then understood.

"Who shall I not try to kill and why on Earth would I want to??"

His sister only trilled a laugh of silver bells. Emmett growled at her.

"If only, if only once in your existence you stopped to be such an annoying little freak and just speak out...?! Who, when, where, why?"

Alice smiled.

"Ah, but Nessie is awake and waiting for me. Maybe today Bella will use her better mind and let me dress her daughter. I think she plans on visiting Charlie. Lovely, lovely, I haven' t seen him for ages. See you, bro, and don't forget your self-control!"

She darted out the door before Emmett could have thrown his table after her. Maybe the better – Esme would probably have been deeply disappointed at the sight of such misuse of her furniture.

1. The Animorphs

My name is Cassie. No secrets anymore, the Yeerks all know about us. Here in the town of Forks, Washington, of all places they should have come to stay.
Yeerks are parasitic, alien slugs. Shall I tell you all over again, or do you walk in the world with open eyes and ears? But then again, you better keep your ears shut. Literally.
You know, we were driven out of our homes - actually, there were no homes at that time anymore. Just demolition, blood, pain. And a bunch of teenagers along with andalite aristh - though I suppose Ax should hold a princely rank long ago, for being a veteran of so many desperate battles - who fight to save the world from the invasion, from the enslavement.

We will fight until the Andalite fleet arrives. Or until our last breath, which we were many times fairly close to.

We managed to send our families safely away, but it was a close one - we had to fly and could not even grab a change of clothes or a blanket for ourselves. Since then we lived in Ax's extended scoop, wore the same old rags and ate stolen food. It was necessary but we didn't have to like it, so, that evening huddled around in a small fire in the middle of a wet forest - in Forks it is just always raining - we all were especially grumpy.
Jake was staring into the flames. I knew what he was thinking: the same. We must leave soon. Fire, smoke, noises, debris – we must keep moving, we must not be noticed. We are most wanted. We, the Animorphs. We must eventually leave. But all I could think of was, please let it be not today.

Please.