Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 04:

The trio made their way to Old Quil’s house, which was located on the opposite side of their current location. Because Paul was naked, they had to go the long way, through the forest that surrounded the reservation, and by the time they arrived in the old man’s backyard, they were all exhausted and hungry. In all honesty, they had reached that point hours ago.

“We’re here. How should we handle this?” Jacob asked.

“I suppose we just knock on the door,” Paul replied. “Uh… one of you had better do it. I’m naked.”

“Obviously. Like we haven’t noticed him walking with his tackle hanging out,” Bella muttered sarcastically.

“Tackle, Bella? I’m not sure what’s worse, dongle or tackle!”

“Well, you’re the one who told me that you didn’t want your pee-pee called a dongle so I thought tackle would be better.”

“Did you just call it a pee-pee?”

“Yes, I did! I don’t like the other p-word!”

“You don’t like the p-word? I don’t like dongle, tackle, or pee-pee! Think of something else to call it, damn it!”

Jake stared at his two fellow castaways as they argued about what he thought was the stupidest subject ever. He was about to go in and break the argument up when the back door swung open and a man came striding outside. He had slicked-back, jet black hair and wore a pink Oxford shirt with dress slacks and penny loafers. He looked like a conservative, businessman except for the hunting rifle he had aimed at the three kids.

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing with the spirit stick?”

Jacob was about to hand the stick over to the man when Bella abruptly snatched it from him.

“I need to verify who you are, sir, so that we may return this to the rightful owner. May I see a government issued photo ID please? Perhaps a driver’s license, passport, or a tribal registration card?”

“Listen to me, little girl, you need to show some respect! Do you know who I am? I am in line to be a tribal elder!”

“That you may be, but you still need to present a valid form of identification to me.”

“Of all the goddamned, smart aleck, little twits…”

“Your bluster is going to get you nowhere, mister!” Bella put her hands on her hips and gave the man a stern glare. She had two motives for asking for his ID: to verify his identity and to get an approximation of the year they were in. It was becoming more and more clear to her that they had somehow managed to travel back in time.

A beautiful woman in her thirties walked outside just then. She had pale skin and chocolaty brown hair, which was permed-over permed-and held together at the crown with a gigantic jaw clip. She had expressive doe eyes, which were a deep brown color framed by long, lush eyelashes. Something about her seemed very familiar to Bella, but she couldn’t place it.

“Quil Ateara the Third! What on earth are you doing harassing these poor children?”

“Harassing? I wasn’t harassing them! That girl was harassing me! She has my dad’s spirit stick, but won’t give it to me unless I show her my ID.”

“I would say that’s mighty intelligent of her. Now stop your bluster this instant because it’s going to get you nowhere, and show her your driver’s license.”

“Yes, Molly,” the man replied glumly before digging his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled his license out and handed it to Bella. All three kids peered at the ID. Their eyes widened when they saw it was set to expire on September 13, 1990.

Bella whispered to her friends, “His license is going to expire seven years before I was born.”

The kids looked up at Old Quil who was apparently thirty-five years old.

“Well, are you done inspecting my driver’s license?”

Bella returned it to him and cleared her throat. She tried to appear as businesslike as possible. “Thank you, sir.”

“And is my father the rightful owner of the spirit stick?”

“Probably, sir, but I’m afraid we cannot return the stick to you. We’ve run into a snafu.”

Old Quil’s nostril flared with anger when he realized the girl wasn’t going to hand over the stick peacefully.

“Young lady, what you have in your hands is an ancient and powerful Quileute artifact.”

“Yes, sir, I am fully aware of its capabilities. It’s for that reason that I can’t simply hand the magic stick to you. “

“How are you aware of its capabilities?”

Bella decided to answer his question with one of her own. “Did you know Quileutes are supposedly descended from wolves?”

Old Quil turned to Jacob and Paul. “Which one of you idiots told the Hok’wat girl about our legends?”

“Hok’wat girl? That’s pretty racist of you, you know?” Jacob stated in outrage.

“I don’t care! I want to know which one of you told the Hok’wat girl about our legends!”

“Quil, darling, I think we need to invite our three guests inside. It’s clear that we have much to discuss. Besides,” she pointed to Paul, “this young man has been standing outside with his pecker swaying back and forth in the wind for the entire world to see. I want to hear all about how his clothes went missing.”

Old Quil, having noticed Paul’s nudity for the first time, became irate at his wife. “Molly, we are not inviting this exhibitionist inside for your viewing pleasure! I don’t see why we can’t just talk to him outside!”

“Why? Hmm… if you haven’t noticed, the nude boy has a tattoo etched onto his arm, which is exclusive to certain members of the tribe with a specific genetic anomaly, one which includes your father.”

Old Quil’s eyes bulged after his wife imparted this very essential piece of information. “Are you? Are you?”

“Yes, he’s a wolf-a very pretty, silver one-now, are you going to help us or does my friend have to stand here with his thingy out in the open, exposed to all sorts of elements?” Bella demanded. “Look at it. It’s already shriveling up!”

Everyone’s eyes zeroed in on Paul’s penis, which he quickly covered with his hands.

“Come inside,” he said as he held the backdoor open for the trio and led them into the living room. He motioned to a sofa and told them, “Sit down.” The kids did what he asked and quickly sat, side by side. Old Quil settled into a big reclining armchair across from them. He eyed each kid curiously.

Meanwhile, Molly went upstairs and came back down with a pair of jeans for Paul to put on. He thanked her and quickly slid into them. “They belong to our son Quil. Do you know him?”

“Sure, he’s my best friend,” Jake replied.

“Oh, really? We’ve never met you. Who did you say your father was?”

“My dad is Billy Black. He’s the chief of the tribe. Everyone knows him.”

“Billy Black is your father?” Old Quil asked suspiciously.

“Yes.”

“Son, first of all Billy is not the chief of the tribe. Second, I’ve known the man my entire life. He has five kids: one son and four daughters. Are you telling me he has another son hidden away somewhere?”

“Um, no, sir. I’ve never been hidden away, and I have two sisters: Rachel and Rebecca.”

Molly and Old Quil turned to each other with alarmed expressions on their faces. “Did you say that your sisters are named Rachel and Rebecca?”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly, a spry, old man wearing a pair of cut-off shorts walked inside the house through the front door. He stopped short when he saw Molly, then scrutinized the scene in front of him. He had short, cropped white hair and his shirtless form was extremely defined for one so old. Paul immediately recognized the tattoo on his arm; it was the same as his, identifying him as a pack member.

The old man put his hands on his hips and took measure of the three youths. He directed his first order at Paul, “You, boy, come outside and phase with me.”

Paul swallowed as he took in his fierce expression. “Yes, sir,” he replied. He really had no choice. He felt his command wash over him, much like an alpha command; yet, he knew that this man was not his alpha. He was about to stand up, but Bella had an iron grip on his arm.

“You… you can’t leave us here.”

“I’ll be right back, Bella. I promise.”

“No! Please don’t go. The three of us-we have to stick together! Don’t we, Jacob?”

Jake nodded in agreement, standing firm with Bella. Clearly, neither of the two wanted Paul to go anywhere without them.

Paul sighed. It would be irresponsible for him to leave two defenseless humans alone in this weird time warp they were in. “I’m sorry, my friends have to come with me. I can’t leave them here alone.”

“Boy, we aren’t going to hurt your friends. You have my word.”

“Well, can’t they just come with us?”

“No, you know the rules.”

Bella raised her right hand like an anxious schoolgirl. “Sir, sir!”

The old man turned to her. He was about to ask her what she wanted when he spotted the scar on her left wrist. There was a clear bite mark on it, which seemed to sparkle slightly in the light.

Paul noticed it, too. He frowned before gently taking her wrist and examining it. “Who did this to you? Was it Cullen?”

She hesitated before replying, “No, it wasn’t Edward or any of his coven. It was a rogue vampire named James who had come into Forks with two of his coven-a redheaded woman named Victoria and a Rastafarian named Laurent.”

“Okay, on second thought, everyone outside,” the old man ordered. The entire group followed him, including Molly and Old Quil. As soon as he stepped outside, the old man howled into the night sky before continuing on beyond the trees in the backyard into the heavily wooded forest. He stopped when he was about five minutes in by a giant boulder, which Paul was familiar with. This was his pack’s designated meeting spot, too.

A couple of minutes later, the thundering paw beats of wolves could be heard approaching the party. Two wolves, one black and one russet colored, ran towards them before the russet colored one tripped over his own fur. The wolves immediately phased back to human form.

“Ow! That hurt! Quil, why the hell were you howling for us? I don’t have any more moonshine.”

“Honestly, Eph, you really need to keep your hair cropped short in case we need to phase.”

“No, this is the first time we’ve had to phase in over ten years. I want an explanation.”

“So do I. This is unacceptable. I was just about to sit down and watch ‘The Facts of Life,’” the black wolf griped. He rubbed his lower back. “And my lumbago is bothering me. I’m not in any condition to phase.”

“Levi, can’t you do anything but complain? You’ve been griping about your goddamned lumbago since you got married and that was decades ago. Now, we have a situation here.”

“What kind of situation?”

“Do you see these youngsters here? Have you ever seen them?”

Levi and Eph eyed the three teens.

“I can’t place them. They look familiar, though.”

“Exactly. They came to return my spirit stick.”

“Dad, that’s my spirit stick!” Old Quil argued.

“Not yet, it isn’t. It’s mine while I’m still alive, damn it! You’re not fit to be shaman with you leaving things behind and losing things as if you were a three-year-old. What you need to do is concentrate on raising your hell raising teenager instead of being so eager to take the mantle of shaman from me!” The old man turned back to his two equally old friends. “The problem is that this young lady has a vampire bite and this young man is a wolf.” He pointed to Jacob. “On top of that, this young man is on the verge of phasing for the first time.”

The one called Eph looked Paul in the eyes. “I command you to phase right now, young wolf!”

Unable to resist the command-a true alpha command, Paul pulled off the borrowed jeans, stepped away from his friends, and phased into his wolf form. The other three elders also phased.

Bella, of course, was outraged. “What did you do to him? He didn’t want to become a wolf! What did you do?” She shoved the black wolf named Eph as hard as she could, but he didn’t budge.

“ She’s very brave. Is she your imprint?” Eph asked Paul.

“ No, I don’t think so.”

“ How did she get the vampire bite?”

“ I don’t know. I just met her, really. I knew of her, though, because she dated Edward Cullen.”

“ Yet, you are very protective of her.”

“ It’s because we’re in this time warp together.”

“ Time warp, huh?” he asked before he and the three elder wolves probed Paul’s mind for information. After a few minutes, they all returned to human form.

“Well, that was certainly enlightening,” Eph said. “Molly, can you rustle up some food for us. We’ve got a major situation on our hands and we need to figure things out. Where’s Little Quil, by the way?”

“Oh, I don’t know where he is. He went out with Charlie around six and I haven’t seen them since. Speaking of which, I should call Helen and find out if she knows where they are.”

“Um, it’s actually better if he’s not at home. It’s best if he doesn’t meet our guests. I’ll explain why while we’re eating. Perhaps you can call Helen and see if she’ll keep him for the night.”

“Of course. I’ll call her now before getting started in the kitchen.”