A.N: Ah, another chapter. I'm warning you right now: If you're squeamish or if things freak you out easily, then for your own good, skip the first few paragraphs of Part Two. This is your warning.

To my two reviewers of the last chapter: Your ice cream is coming via air-mail.

CHAPTER 5: Part One: Complaining

Marco's POV

Who does he think he is? There is no way at all that some bloodsucking lunatic is more gorgeous than I am. I mean seriously, he only looks that way because of his transformation. At least I was born with these manly good looks. Even Rachel is going all ga-ga over this guy. Her and Cassie keep talking about how hot Edward Cullen is when they think no one is looking. It sickens me. Normal human beings must not be good enough for her. First a bird and now a freaking vampire! To top it all off, I have to fight alongside this guy now because of the new alliance. He'll learn soon enough not to mess with the great Marco.

"It's not like I throw myself at people you know," I jumped about a foot in the air. The stupid, stalking mind reader. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but listen. It's quite the other way around, actually. The humans throw themselves at me." Oh, so now he was coming up with excuses and pathetic ones at that.

"Besides, I'm married,"

"Oh yeah, that's a –married?"

"Yes, to Bella,"

Now the perfect, pretty boy bloodsucker was married. What? No, I'm not jealous. How dare you even think such a thing! Shame on you, reader. Anyway, back to the point. Could he get any more perfect?

"Oh really?" I said, not believing his little stories, "then let me see a--," Before I could finish, he showed me the ring on his finger. I hate that stupid power of his. He abuses it too much.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, "Shouldn't you be off drinking blood or sleeping in your coffin?"

"There are two problems with that last part: One, we can't sleep, and two, the coffin thing is just a cliché."

Argh, are there NO comebacks that work on this guy? I'll show him. He'll grovel to his knees when he hears my amazingly witty sense of humor.

"Not likely," That's it! I'm just going to walk away and let him go read someone else's mind. I am so sick of this. Who do these Cullens think they are anyway, barging in on our all-ready screwed up lives? Can't they just mind their own business? Yes, I do complain a lot, so just live with it, okay?

I finally just got up and left Mr. Perfect there alone. It serves him right. What right does he have to read people's minds anyway? It's just impolite, that's what it is. He needs to mind his own mind for once in his everlasting life. Whew, look at the time. All this complaining about Edward has made the time go by so fast. I walked home before my dad got worried and called the cops.

Naturally, he lectured me about how I was breaking curfew and how I could have gotten mugged. If only he knew how I could take care of myself. I finally went to sleep and a satisfying dream about Edward getting run over by a bus. He died and no one went to his funeral. Poor him, not!

A.N: Sorry Edward-lovers, but I could just see Marco complaining like that. Besides, it was fun! Okay, time for Part Two. Keep in mind that this part is not a joke like Part One was, and is considerably darker and more serious in tone. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 5: Part Two: The Locker

Marco's POV

At 6:30AM, my alarm rang for school. I really didn't want to get up today. There was just one more day until spring break. Couldn't they just make today a day off? Apparently, they like to torture us. I drowsily got up, got dressed and ate breakfast. I told my dad that I was leaving and I headed to the bus stop. Well, at least Edward wouldn't be going to school here anymore. That was a plus.

When the morning bell rang, I got my backpack and headed over to my locker to drop it off before going to first period technology. I opened my locker to find my stuff completely gone. There wasn't even one pencil to be seen. Instead, the locker walls were covered in various pictures and drawings each depicting people being stabbed, burned, or a combination of the two. Some of them looked like newspaper articles or diary entries. Some were very graphic and detailed.

Purifying the Demon: The Punishment of Corrupted Souls.

The picture depicted what looked like a human being, grossly deformed. The person had no limbs and had been stabbed from the groin up through the head with a long, wooden stake. He or she was being burnt alive in what looked like a public bonfire. Someone who looked like a priest was gathering up the decapitated limbs. There was a village in the background and the villagers were huddled around the fire, thrusting knives and other weapons in the air. Looking more closely, I could tell that they were yelling. What really bugged me though, was that the photo looked like it was taken from sometime around the 1600s. Cameras had clearly not been invented yet. How strange.

Incubus

The drawing was of a man, who had glowing red eyes, engaging in sexual intercourse with a woman. Both were completely naked. I looked closer and saw that the man was biting the woman's throat. The woman was holding a knife and trying to ward off her attacker. The bed was horribly bloodstained and filthy. I realized with a shock the he was drinking her blood. These were pictures of vampires.

Somebody must be trying to tell me about what we were getting into with the Cullens, but who? Who could possibly have obtained pictures like these? Another startling fact was that these were not taken from the Internet, but were the real thing, the actual pictures and drawings from centuries ago.

I started thinking about Edward seriously now. Were him and his family anything like the monsters in these pictures? If so, then we had to break the alliance before we all die and end up as vamp chow. This, of course, did not improve my feelings about Edward.

"Marco!" Dang, it was Chapman, the Vice-Principal. The bell had rung, I realized, about five minutes ago. Chapman was a known, high-ranking Controller. "Get to my office now, and explain why you aren't in class." I quickly shoved as many pictures as I could into my backpack and put it in my locker.

Chapman was not happy with me, not happy at all, "So Marco, why are you here and not in your first class?"

"I was looking for my assignment that I had lost in my locker. I didn't want my teacher to yell at me, but that seems to be happening right now." Wow, even to myself, I sounded pathetic. I was in trouble for sure.

"Well, I'm sure you know the punishment for skipping class. Detention! Today and tomorrow. You're a smart young man and I don't like giving out disciplines to smart young men. You know, I know the perfect thing to get you back on track. You should join The Sharing. We have a lot of fun and I'm sure you will see a great increase in your grades and your everyday life. In fact, there's a meeting tonight. We are initiating some new full members. Tell you what, if you show up tonight, I'll forget what I said about detention tomorrow, do we have a deal?"

Initiating some new members? That would be a perfect opportunity to free some innocent people. Oh yeah, I'll be there.

"Sure Mr. Chapman, I'll go tonight. It sounds fun."

"It will be, now get to class. Just tell your teacher that you were talking to Mr. Chapman."

I didn't need to be told twice. I got out of my chair and went out the door.

At the end of the day, when I went back to my locker to gather my stuff, there was a new picture:

Breaking the Alliance

It showed us, the Animorphs, lying dead and bloody in the woods, while the Cullens kneeled over us, drinking our blood. Their eyes glowed a deep blood-red. I nearly passed out. Something about looking at that particular picture made my head hurt like hell.

The Cullens were trouble. That much was for sure.

A.N: Yeah, I know I used too many of those line thingies in this one. Anyway, I will provide a short recap in the next chapter for anyone who took my advise. Don't forget to review! Also, vote on my poll. Your choices (the ones that aren't jokes) directly effect the way this story will go.