The Crossover
By Deep Roller
Author's Note: Arrrgh, I apologize for the formatting to this story, the separation of spaces between times is really crummy. Works just don't be liking my spacing, I suppose. But I figure putting little squiggles would just make it look worse so bear with me. ANYWAY, that's besides the point. Was there a point? Eh. I kind of find it funny that my spell check things Buffy is an unrecognized word and keeps trying to turn it into "buff" or "buggy".
Jinako-chan, I don't mind, and thanks for asking. : )
Disclaimer:
Animorphs and all its characters are the property of K.A. Applegate. Buffy and all her pals (and not-so-pals) are Joss Whedon's. No profit is being made from this. None of the characters involved in this story are mine minus the occasional truck driver or ice cream vendor.
Chapter Two: Buffy
The first mistake was probably going out of my way to patrol in the strip mall. I mean, the only building that was any good was Starbucks, and I don't think many vampires or demons drink Starbucks. I could have used a latte, though, because I was planning on doing an all nighter when I got back from patrol.
I mean, an all nighter-sort of all day-er. Because patrolling technically classifies as an all nighter. And there's no good coffee shops around mom's neighborhood, just the one with the ugly walls that sort of remind me of that color ketchup turns when it's out in the sun, and Mr. Vargas, the person who runs it always watches everyone and sweats a lot. Sweaty guys are definitely low on the list of good things. But back to the reason I was in a sucky place to patrol. See, they were spraying for bugs at the college and all the dorms were closed. Actually, everything was closed, classrooms and all, which was very good. That meant I had one more week to do my geological sciences paper, which was currently at zero pages when it should have been at fifteen. But really who cares about the sulfur dioxide shifting in the plate grafting of wherever? Oh right, Giles cares. Giles probably would have told me to stay away from the strip mall, too, but of course he was off having some sort of Giles-type convention dealie.
So it was just my judgment, my wooden stake, and my new boots. Hey, I had to break them in sometime. I wasn't really expecting to find anything as I walked around, and I wasn't disappointed, since all I heard were my own footsteps. These boots have the neatest, quietest soles on them, but it was just THAT empty that I could hear myself. Maybe I should stop talking about my boots. But they WERE only twenty nine bucks, a bargain for all the buckles, and real leather, too. Ahem, anyway.
Patrolling this place was turning into a bust, and for the fifty thousandth time I wondered why I had even COME this far out. The walking was probably good for me, but I needed to do less walking and more slaying. Seeing as I am the Slayer and all. I was just about to head on back home to start the science paper. Then I heard it.
It was the sound of someone walking, and then stopping. A dark form was standing in front of one of the snack machines. Maybe it was just some kid hanging out, a thug who was trying to look tough and be cool with his buddies. But I couldn't take that chance, I had to investigate. So I started walking a little faster. Whoever it was hadn't heard me, and they were getting something out of the bottom of the machine, and eating it. I thought so, anyway, it was dark and hard to tell. Just a kid, a human, I thought to myself again, nothing to really get worked up about. Still…
The person heard me and disappeared. I had thought maybe they ran down one of the alleys, since now I was hearing footsteps coming from the alley nearest me. Unless there's two of them, Buffy. Duh. Or MORE. Suddenly I began to wish that I had at least let someone know I was coming out here. Very not smart. Even Xander, heck, even SPIKE. Okay maybe not Spike. But someone, because this was a very out of the way place. But hey, I told myself, wait a second here, you're supposed to be able to fight your way out of a paper bag, don't tell me you're getting jumpy at the prospect of yuppie Starbucks demons and vampires? No, I answered myself, I just don't like the thought of going down a dark alley and not knowing how many things there are around me. As I headed down the alley, I stopped. Crunch, crunch. It sounded like someone was eating something, and the sound of a bag wrinkling. Retracing my steps, I returned to the snack machine.
"Rachel!" The vampire that had been crouching behind the snack machine stood up and came toward me. I almost laughed out loud. They sure were making them short these days. This one looked like a kid maybe just into high school. I had him pinned against the wall when before I knew it I was almost falling over. This huge monkey came rushing out at me. Since when do vampires turn into monkeys?? Maybe it was a demon, a new kind of monkey demon. I'd have to ask Giles. Oh, right, Giles was at some precious CONVENTION. A were-monkey? Gorilla, I thought dimly to myself as the big animal seized my arm and ripped the stake out of it, breaking the stake in half and surprisingly, talking in my head.
So then there were TWO of them, and now they were taking me someplace. For the first time that night, I began to feel nervous, really nervous. No one knew where I was, and these two demon-animal-things had me. They were talking about tying me up. Take it easy, Buffy, I told myself, just go along with it until you can take some action.
An elephant? I was thinking more grizzly bear. The gorilla was telling the elephant.
You said biggest, Marco. So I went biggest! Alright? Is that okay with you?
What's got you so upset? The gorilla, Marco, asked the elephant.
Other than the fact that we now have some Yeerk to deal with thanks to you and I ripped my favorite shirt to shreds morphing to come to your aid? Nothing, really.
She really does look like you, you know. Of course, I didn't know Yeerks carried stakes. Or I wonder if this one isn't high enough on the promotion list to be able to carry a Dracon beam. They kept saying that word. I wondered if that's what this particular kind of demon called humans. You never knew.
Very funny. Look, I'm going to demorph now seeing as we need to get into the house, and I don't want to explain to my mom that I was wearing it as an elephant for awhile. You stay in morph. The gorilla and the elephant stopped, and I overbalanced and nearly fell flat on my face. We were standing in the bushes to the side of a house that seemed kind of small. And my boots were scuffed. Great.
"Great, my boots are all scuffed." I started to say out loud but stopped as the elephant started getting smaller. Not just shrinking, but flat out MELTING, and turning pinkish. Now it was a pink-gray elephant about the size of a golf cart when a big mop of blonde hair popped onto the rapidly shrinking head. The two tusks sucked back into the head like spaghetti noodles. It was pretty gross. I mean, ew, hello, melting elephants? And I've seen a lot of gross in my life. The front legs started turning into arms, and then hands, but there were no fingers on either hands. It was kinda like watching a car wreck, gross but I couldn't look away. The gorilla just sort of stared levelly at it, was probably used to this kind of thing. Now the elephant was mostly human, a girl who kind of looked like me. Except I wouldn't be caught dead in the little black leotard she was wearing, of course. It's the principal of the thing.
The girl who had been an elephant looked me over and nodded. "Okay, so she does look like me. A little. Hey, those ARE nice boots. Where did you get them?" She asked me like it was a perfectly normal question for someone who had just turned into a girl and who had just been an elephant.
Is there any way you can get ahold of Ax or Jake now, Rachel? The gorilla asked clearly annoyed with Rachel's question. Can we go inside?.
"Well," Rachel responded as she lead the way to the house, "Jake's writing his English paper, and I'm not sure where Ax is right now. I could always go find Tobias. He'll know where Ax is, too." The paper! I had forgotten ALL about my science paper. I was SO dead if I lived through this whole getting abducted by animal demons thing .
I think capturing a Yeerk is more important than the themes of Hamlet. Marco said earnestly, It's not every day we capture one.
"Jake can know tomorrow. And Cassie too. I'll go get Tobias and Ax, you stay here with," and here she smothered a giggle, "Buffy." She went back outside before I could get a cutting remark in.
Okay, so what's wrong with my name? Buffy is a GOOD name. Better than 'Rachel' anyway. Seriously. They tied me to a chair, of course. I didn't exactly resist, but then Marco the were-monkey was really strong and I had a feeling he was serious about the neck snapping thing. I didn't particularly want to risk it. They tied me tight, too, and the rope was really itchy. Then Marco sat across from me and started to change. What did they call it? Demorphing? Well that's what he did. I really wanted to flinch or look away but I didn't want to appear weak or anything. He didn't melt like Rachel had done. But his face changed, from the gorilla face back into a human one, so that he was a human faced gorilla. I repeat, ew. And weird. Soon he was all human, and he was . Not too terribly impressive, and really YOUNG, too. Like maybe just starting high school or something. But these demons were always crafty, they were always fooling you with whatever form they were taking. That's how they got so darn successful. I mean, no one believed me when I had the evil demon roommate. Now this one was talking to me.
"Okay, Buffy," Marco said, folding his hands and settling back in a chair, "where was the rest of your group? Why weren't the Sharing meeting at Valley Acres. You better talk because maybe if you talk, we'll let you live. Maybe."
"Valley Acres? Is THAT what that place was called? Man, I got a long way out there. Anyway, what's the Sharing, and what's a Yeerk?" I asked, surprised. Valley Acres was at least twenty minutes out of town. Oh man, Giles and Willow and everyone else are going to KILL me when they find out what happened. Marco sighed and started talking to me like I was a very slow person.
"Maybe you lost your memory. YOU'RE a Yeerk. You're a little slug living inside the brain of your host body. I can't believe anyone would take the host body of someone named Buffy, but that's your choice not mine. Obviously, you're a Yeerk with fashion sense. And you're here because if we let you go, you'll go running to your man Visser Three and tell him that we're not the Andalite bandits he thinks we are. So in order to stop that, we're keeping you here until you die of starvation."
I could FEEL my eyes bugging out of my skull and I started kicking out and twitching, trying to get out of the ropes. Man they were tied tight, and they were probably going to leave some nice marks in my skin.
"Oh, not your host body, we'll feed that. I know the real Buffy can hear me in there, so she doesn't have to worry about that. But we're starving YOU, Yeerk. Like Kandrona rays? Well, kiss 'em goodbye."
The real Buffy? What was he talking about? Were Yeerks a kind of demon, because it sounded a lot like possession to me. But these were demons, too. No doubt, no kids could turn into animals, last time I checked. Unless you count Oz. But Oz was a werewolf. So really, they were something other than human and trying to coexist with humans. It seems to be a big trend with demons nowadays.
"How do you know I'm a Yeerk? What if I'm just a regular normal person?"
"First of all, no regular normal person goes stalking through a strip mall at night. Second of all, no regular normal person carries a wooden STAKE around with them, and third of all, a regular normal person would be freaking out by now. So therefore, you're a Yeerk," he explained matter-of-factly.
"Or I could just be a really tired college student who needs to get home and write a paper and this could alll have been some dream I had. I have a lot of weirder dreams than this, so it's not really surprising." I offered, to which he snorted at me. "Okay, you are WAY too young to be disrespecting your elders like this!" I said, miffed that he'd just pass me off like that.
"Elders? Oh come on, you're not much older than I am. At least your host isn't. Maybe you are, I don't know. Come on, how embarrassing is it to be the only Yeerk in the pool with a host by the name of "Buffy"? Be honest."
Rachel came back in through the door just then, with two other guys behind her. She nodded at one of them, and he began to change. Morph? Demorph? I don't know. "I wish you'd stop doing that." I muttered, knowing no one really cared what I thought. But this one was turning into nothing I'd ever seen before, not even among demons. A blue deer thing with four eyes, two of which were on stalks that looked like bendy straws, and a tail with a very sharp looking blade. The blade was against my throat in a second, and I'd like to say I didn't jump or freak, but that would be lying. Still, I was so angry at the whole situation that I scowled at the thing. "You don't have to do that, you know. I'm not GOING anywhere."
"Okay, Rachel, why in the world did you bring us here at ten at night?" The other boy asked, rubbing his eyes like he was sleepy. I couldn't really get past the blue deer thing, though, and I could have sworn he was glaring at me too.
She is most certainly a Yeerk. She is looking at me with a Yeerk's anger for an Andalite. The deer thing was talking in my head.
"So see? It's a good thing I caught her and brought her here." Marco said, standing up.
"I still don't see why this couldn't have waited until morning." The taller, sandy haired guy grumbled. His face, though, didn't seem to really convey any sort of emotion whatsoever, it was just sort of blank. Whatever was happening here was really weird.
"We need your help, boys." Rachel told them. "Because you two won't be missed overnight like Marco would. I need someone to help stand guard over the Yeerk and make sure it doesn't get away."
"But Rachel, my territory…"
"We'll take care of it, Tobias, don't worry. Please?" Rachel asked him, and I could see even in my state of kind of not really panic that these two had a THING. It would have been cute if I didn't have a blade pressed against my throat and wasn't bound to a chair.
"Well…alright." Tobias muttered. "But I think I'll demorph if you don't mind."
"Ugh, not again!" I said, shutting my eyes against seeing ANOTHER change. I had a feeling I was going to have nightmares if I got any sleep whatsoever. When I reopened them, there was a big bird perched on the chair Marco had been sitting on.
"Did you hunt tonight, Tobias?" Rachel asked him, moving over to sort of scratch the bird's neck.
Nice big rat. And Marco, you'll be happy to know I avoided some road kill tonight. The hawk swiveled its head to regard Marco, and Marco smirked back at the bird. Tobias. His name was Tobias. And Rachel liked him, but he was a ….bird? So confusing.
"Glad to hear it, you can get diseases from road kill." Marco replied. "Now, I have to get home. Should we have another meeting here, tomorrow? When are your mom and sisters coming back?"
"Around eight tomorrow night, so we'll have to stash the Yeerk somewhere else. Maybe that place we had Jake in when he was infested?"
"Sounds good. Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams, Buffy the Yeerk." Marco said as he left.
"Could you PLEASE put that nice big shiny blade down? I promise I'm not going to do anything. Like I could anyway." I told the big blue deer thing. The Andabite? Andamite? Something like that. Reluctantly it did.
Rachel, shall I stay here with the Yeerk and Tobias on the floor?
"That would be very sweet of you Ax. Let me know if she tries anything funny, would you? I need to get to bed if I'm going to be awake enough to take that chemistry test tomorrow." Ax nodded, and I noticed he didn't have a mouth. It was also weird because as his two eyes looked at Rachel, the bendy straw eyes looked at me. I looked back, and resisted the urge to make a face. Rachel turned out the light and I was left in the dark with a bird and a blue deer thing.
"So," I said, trying to make conversation. "Why are you a bird?"
I got trapped this way, trapped in morph. Like you care, Yeerk. He added, and it sounded as though he ruffled his feathers a bit as well.
"Oh." I said, "kind of like Amy got trapped as a rat. Only wait, Willow did that."
Who is Amy? And who is Willow? Tobias asked me with considerably more interest. I couldn't' see in the dark but I think he was staring at me as well.
"No one. Why would YOU care, bird?" I mimicked, before shutting up entirely and trying to pretend like I didn't feel them both staring at me. It was going to be a long night.
By Deep Roller
Author's Note: Arrrgh, I apologize for the formatting to this story, the separation of spaces between times is really crummy. Works just don't be liking my spacing, I suppose. But I figure putting little squiggles would just make it look worse so bear with me. ANYWAY, that's besides the point. Was there a point? Eh. I kind of find it funny that my spell check things Buffy is an unrecognized word and keeps trying to turn it into "buff" or "buggy".
Jinako-chan, I don't mind, and thanks for asking. : )
Disclaimer:
Animorphs and all its characters are the property of K.A. Applegate. Buffy and all her pals (and not-so-pals) are Joss Whedon's. No profit is being made from this. None of the characters involved in this story are mine minus the occasional truck driver or ice cream vendor.
Chapter Two: Buffy
The first mistake was probably going out of my way to patrol in the strip mall. I mean, the only building that was any good was Starbucks, and I don't think many vampires or demons drink Starbucks. I could have used a latte, though, because I was planning on doing an all nighter when I got back from patrol.
I mean, an all nighter-sort of all day-er. Because patrolling technically classifies as an all nighter. And there's no good coffee shops around mom's neighborhood, just the one with the ugly walls that sort of remind me of that color ketchup turns when it's out in the sun, and Mr. Vargas, the person who runs it always watches everyone and sweats a lot. Sweaty guys are definitely low on the list of good things. But back to the reason I was in a sucky place to patrol. See, they were spraying for bugs at the college and all the dorms were closed. Actually, everything was closed, classrooms and all, which was very good. That meant I had one more week to do my geological sciences paper, which was currently at zero pages when it should have been at fifteen. But really who cares about the sulfur dioxide shifting in the plate grafting of wherever? Oh right, Giles cares. Giles probably would have told me to stay away from the strip mall, too, but of course he was off having some sort of Giles-type convention dealie.
So it was just my judgment, my wooden stake, and my new boots. Hey, I had to break them in sometime. I wasn't really expecting to find anything as I walked around, and I wasn't disappointed, since all I heard were my own footsteps. These boots have the neatest, quietest soles on them, but it was just THAT empty that I could hear myself. Maybe I should stop talking about my boots. But they WERE only twenty nine bucks, a bargain for all the buckles, and real leather, too. Ahem, anyway.
Patrolling this place was turning into a bust, and for the fifty thousandth time I wondered why I had even COME this far out. The walking was probably good for me, but I needed to do less walking and more slaying. Seeing as I am the Slayer and all. I was just about to head on back home to start the science paper. Then I heard it.
It was the sound of someone walking, and then stopping. A dark form was standing in front of one of the snack machines. Maybe it was just some kid hanging out, a thug who was trying to look tough and be cool with his buddies. But I couldn't take that chance, I had to investigate. So I started walking a little faster. Whoever it was hadn't heard me, and they were getting something out of the bottom of the machine, and eating it. I thought so, anyway, it was dark and hard to tell. Just a kid, a human, I thought to myself again, nothing to really get worked up about. Still…
The person heard me and disappeared. I had thought maybe they ran down one of the alleys, since now I was hearing footsteps coming from the alley nearest me. Unless there's two of them, Buffy. Duh. Or MORE. Suddenly I began to wish that I had at least let someone know I was coming out here. Very not smart. Even Xander, heck, even SPIKE. Okay maybe not Spike. But someone, because this was a very out of the way place. But hey, I told myself, wait a second here, you're supposed to be able to fight your way out of a paper bag, don't tell me you're getting jumpy at the prospect of yuppie Starbucks demons and vampires? No, I answered myself, I just don't like the thought of going down a dark alley and not knowing how many things there are around me. As I headed down the alley, I stopped. Crunch, crunch. It sounded like someone was eating something, and the sound of a bag wrinkling. Retracing my steps, I returned to the snack machine.
"Rachel!" The vampire that had been crouching behind the snack machine stood up and came toward me. I almost laughed out loud. They sure were making them short these days. This one looked like a kid maybe just into high school. I had him pinned against the wall when before I knew it I was almost falling over. This huge monkey came rushing out at me. Since when do vampires turn into monkeys?? Maybe it was a demon, a new kind of monkey demon. I'd have to ask Giles. Oh, right, Giles was at some precious CONVENTION. A were-monkey? Gorilla, I thought dimly to myself as the big animal seized my arm and ripped the stake out of it, breaking the stake in half and surprisingly, talking in my head.
So then there were TWO of them, and now they were taking me someplace. For the first time that night, I began to feel nervous, really nervous. No one knew where I was, and these two demon-animal-things had me. They were talking about tying me up. Take it easy, Buffy, I told myself, just go along with it until you can take some action.
An elephant? I was thinking more grizzly bear. The gorilla was telling the elephant.
You said biggest, Marco. So I went biggest! Alright? Is that okay with you?
What's got you so upset? The gorilla, Marco, asked the elephant.
Other than the fact that we now have some Yeerk to deal with thanks to you and I ripped my favorite shirt to shreds morphing to come to your aid? Nothing, really.
She really does look like you, you know. Of course, I didn't know Yeerks carried stakes. Or I wonder if this one isn't high enough on the promotion list to be able to carry a Dracon beam. They kept saying that word. I wondered if that's what this particular kind of demon called humans. You never knew.
Very funny. Look, I'm going to demorph now seeing as we need to get into the house, and I don't want to explain to my mom that I was wearing it as an elephant for awhile. You stay in morph. The gorilla and the elephant stopped, and I overbalanced and nearly fell flat on my face. We were standing in the bushes to the side of a house that seemed kind of small. And my boots were scuffed. Great.
"Great, my boots are all scuffed." I started to say out loud but stopped as the elephant started getting smaller. Not just shrinking, but flat out MELTING, and turning pinkish. Now it was a pink-gray elephant about the size of a golf cart when a big mop of blonde hair popped onto the rapidly shrinking head. The two tusks sucked back into the head like spaghetti noodles. It was pretty gross. I mean, ew, hello, melting elephants? And I've seen a lot of gross in my life. The front legs started turning into arms, and then hands, but there were no fingers on either hands. It was kinda like watching a car wreck, gross but I couldn't look away. The gorilla just sort of stared levelly at it, was probably used to this kind of thing. Now the elephant was mostly human, a girl who kind of looked like me. Except I wouldn't be caught dead in the little black leotard she was wearing, of course. It's the principal of the thing.
The girl who had been an elephant looked me over and nodded. "Okay, so she does look like me. A little. Hey, those ARE nice boots. Where did you get them?" She asked me like it was a perfectly normal question for someone who had just turned into a girl and who had just been an elephant.
Is there any way you can get ahold of Ax or Jake now, Rachel? The gorilla asked clearly annoyed with Rachel's question. Can we go inside?.
"Well," Rachel responded as she lead the way to the house, "Jake's writing his English paper, and I'm not sure where Ax is right now. I could always go find Tobias. He'll know where Ax is, too." The paper! I had forgotten ALL about my science paper. I was SO dead if I lived through this whole getting abducted by animal demons thing .
I think capturing a Yeerk is more important than the themes of Hamlet. Marco said earnestly, It's not every day we capture one.
"Jake can know tomorrow. And Cassie too. I'll go get Tobias and Ax, you stay here with," and here she smothered a giggle, "Buffy." She went back outside before I could get a cutting remark in.
Okay, so what's wrong with my name? Buffy is a GOOD name. Better than 'Rachel' anyway. Seriously. They tied me to a chair, of course. I didn't exactly resist, but then Marco the were-monkey was really strong and I had a feeling he was serious about the neck snapping thing. I didn't particularly want to risk it. They tied me tight, too, and the rope was really itchy. Then Marco sat across from me and started to change. What did they call it? Demorphing? Well that's what he did. I really wanted to flinch or look away but I didn't want to appear weak or anything. He didn't melt like Rachel had done. But his face changed, from the gorilla face back into a human one, so that he was a human faced gorilla. I repeat, ew. And weird. Soon he was all human, and he was . Not too terribly impressive, and really YOUNG, too. Like maybe just starting high school or something. But these demons were always crafty, they were always fooling you with whatever form they were taking. That's how they got so darn successful. I mean, no one believed me when I had the evil demon roommate. Now this one was talking to me.
"Okay, Buffy," Marco said, folding his hands and settling back in a chair, "where was the rest of your group? Why weren't the Sharing meeting at Valley Acres. You better talk because maybe if you talk, we'll let you live. Maybe."
"Valley Acres? Is THAT what that place was called? Man, I got a long way out there. Anyway, what's the Sharing, and what's a Yeerk?" I asked, surprised. Valley Acres was at least twenty minutes out of town. Oh man, Giles and Willow and everyone else are going to KILL me when they find out what happened. Marco sighed and started talking to me like I was a very slow person.
"Maybe you lost your memory. YOU'RE a Yeerk. You're a little slug living inside the brain of your host body. I can't believe anyone would take the host body of someone named Buffy, but that's your choice not mine. Obviously, you're a Yeerk with fashion sense. And you're here because if we let you go, you'll go running to your man Visser Three and tell him that we're not the Andalite bandits he thinks we are. So in order to stop that, we're keeping you here until you die of starvation."
I could FEEL my eyes bugging out of my skull and I started kicking out and twitching, trying to get out of the ropes. Man they were tied tight, and they were probably going to leave some nice marks in my skin.
"Oh, not your host body, we'll feed that. I know the real Buffy can hear me in there, so she doesn't have to worry about that. But we're starving YOU, Yeerk. Like Kandrona rays? Well, kiss 'em goodbye."
The real Buffy? What was he talking about? Were Yeerks a kind of demon, because it sounded a lot like possession to me. But these were demons, too. No doubt, no kids could turn into animals, last time I checked. Unless you count Oz. But Oz was a werewolf. So really, they were something other than human and trying to coexist with humans. It seems to be a big trend with demons nowadays.
"How do you know I'm a Yeerk? What if I'm just a regular normal person?"
"First of all, no regular normal person goes stalking through a strip mall at night. Second of all, no regular normal person carries a wooden STAKE around with them, and third of all, a regular normal person would be freaking out by now. So therefore, you're a Yeerk," he explained matter-of-factly.
"Or I could just be a really tired college student who needs to get home and write a paper and this could alll have been some dream I had. I have a lot of weirder dreams than this, so it's not really surprising." I offered, to which he snorted at me. "Okay, you are WAY too young to be disrespecting your elders like this!" I said, miffed that he'd just pass me off like that.
"Elders? Oh come on, you're not much older than I am. At least your host isn't. Maybe you are, I don't know. Come on, how embarrassing is it to be the only Yeerk in the pool with a host by the name of "Buffy"? Be honest."
Rachel came back in through the door just then, with two other guys behind her. She nodded at one of them, and he began to change. Morph? Demorph? I don't know. "I wish you'd stop doing that." I muttered, knowing no one really cared what I thought. But this one was turning into nothing I'd ever seen before, not even among demons. A blue deer thing with four eyes, two of which were on stalks that looked like bendy straws, and a tail with a very sharp looking blade. The blade was against my throat in a second, and I'd like to say I didn't jump or freak, but that would be lying. Still, I was so angry at the whole situation that I scowled at the thing. "You don't have to do that, you know. I'm not GOING anywhere."
"Okay, Rachel, why in the world did you bring us here at ten at night?" The other boy asked, rubbing his eyes like he was sleepy. I couldn't really get past the blue deer thing, though, and I could have sworn he was glaring at me too.
She is most certainly a Yeerk. She is looking at me with a Yeerk's anger for an Andalite. The deer thing was talking in my head.
"So see? It's a good thing I caught her and brought her here." Marco said, standing up.
"I still don't see why this couldn't have waited until morning." The taller, sandy haired guy grumbled. His face, though, didn't seem to really convey any sort of emotion whatsoever, it was just sort of blank. Whatever was happening here was really weird.
"We need your help, boys." Rachel told them. "Because you two won't be missed overnight like Marco would. I need someone to help stand guard over the Yeerk and make sure it doesn't get away."
"But Rachel, my territory…"
"We'll take care of it, Tobias, don't worry. Please?" Rachel asked him, and I could see even in my state of kind of not really panic that these two had a THING. It would have been cute if I didn't have a blade pressed against my throat and wasn't bound to a chair.
"Well…alright." Tobias muttered. "But I think I'll demorph if you don't mind."
"Ugh, not again!" I said, shutting my eyes against seeing ANOTHER change. I had a feeling I was going to have nightmares if I got any sleep whatsoever. When I reopened them, there was a big bird perched on the chair Marco had been sitting on.
"Did you hunt tonight, Tobias?" Rachel asked him, moving over to sort of scratch the bird's neck.
Nice big rat. And Marco, you'll be happy to know I avoided some road kill tonight. The hawk swiveled its head to regard Marco, and Marco smirked back at the bird. Tobias. His name was Tobias. And Rachel liked him, but he was a ….bird? So confusing.
"Glad to hear it, you can get diseases from road kill." Marco replied. "Now, I have to get home. Should we have another meeting here, tomorrow? When are your mom and sisters coming back?"
"Around eight tomorrow night, so we'll have to stash the Yeerk somewhere else. Maybe that place we had Jake in when he was infested?"
"Sounds good. Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams, Buffy the Yeerk." Marco said as he left.
"Could you PLEASE put that nice big shiny blade down? I promise I'm not going to do anything. Like I could anyway." I told the big blue deer thing. The Andabite? Andamite? Something like that. Reluctantly it did.
Rachel, shall I stay here with the Yeerk and Tobias on the floor?
"That would be very sweet of you Ax. Let me know if she tries anything funny, would you? I need to get to bed if I'm going to be awake enough to take that chemistry test tomorrow." Ax nodded, and I noticed he didn't have a mouth. It was also weird because as his two eyes looked at Rachel, the bendy straw eyes looked at me. I looked back, and resisted the urge to make a face. Rachel turned out the light and I was left in the dark with a bird and a blue deer thing.
"So," I said, trying to make conversation. "Why are you a bird?"
I got trapped this way, trapped in morph. Like you care, Yeerk. He added, and it sounded as though he ruffled his feathers a bit as well.
"Oh." I said, "kind of like Amy got trapped as a rat. Only wait, Willow did that."
Who is Amy? And who is Willow? Tobias asked me with considerably more interest. I couldn't' see in the dark but I think he was staring at me as well.
"No one. Why would YOU care, bird?" I mimicked, before shutting up entirely and trying to pretend like I didn't feel them both staring at me. It was going to be a long night.