Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 05:

Jacob and Paul sat at the dining table with Bella in between them. All three teens were nervous. Paul, in particular, was still reeling from learning the identities of the three wolves. He was actually sitting in the presence of Ephraim Black, Quil Ateara the Second, and Levi Uley. They were the ones who phased when the Cullens moved to Forks for the first time in 1936. They were also the idiots who made the damned treaty with the vampires. Of course, now that he knew that they were between the ages of twelve and fifteen at the time, he was more forgiving. They’d been boys who had been taken advantage of by older, manipulative, adult vampires.

Molly Ateara placed a big bowl of spaghetti and a pot of meat sauce in the middle of the table.

After everyone was seated with a plate of food, the leader introduced himself to the group, “I am Ephraim Black, current chief of the Quileute tribe and alpha of the wolf pack.”

He pointed to the other two wolves and was about to introduce them, but before he could say anymore a wide-eyed Jacob stood up, pointed at him, and blurted, “Ephraim Black as in Ephraim Black my great-grandfather?”

“Yes,” he confirmed to his great-grandson who fainted straight into his dish of spaghetti.

“Jake? Jakey?” Bella shook her friend in an attempt to rouse him. She stood up. “Just great! Wonderful!” She turned to Paul who was trying to shake Jake awake while simultaneously wolfing down his spaghetti. “I want to know what the hell is going on here now! And why did you have to turn into a wolf with these old guys?”

“I had to because Ephraim Black is the alpha.”

“And an alpha is?”

“An alpha is the leader of the wolf pack. If he makes a command, we have to do as he says. He had me phase so he could read my mind.”

“What? You let him read your mind?” an incensed Bella asked.

“I can’t help it. It happens while we’re phased. I can read their minds, too. At least I think I can. Well, they shared some pertinent information with me.” Paul had found out that these elder wolves had skills that none of his pack had. For one thing, they had the ability to block certain thoughts from being read by others. Paul couldn’t do that at all. Maybe these elders would teach him that skill.

“And?” Bella nodded her head waiting for a reply. “What did you find out?”

Paul sighed. “We’re in La Push.”

“Clearly.”

“In 1987,” he informed her.

“1987? Are you kidding me? How the hell can a twister bring us to 1987?”

“Obviously it wasn’t a twister!”

“Well, what was it then?”

“It was ancient Quileute magic,” Ephraim Black replied. “The three of you were sent back to right a wrong. In essence, you three are the chosen ones.”

“Excuse me?” Bella asked. “Why are we the chosen ones? We never asked to be the chosen ones.”

“That’s what we need to figure out, Isabella Swan.”

“How do you know my name? I never told you my name!”

“I read it from Paul’s mind.”

Bella turned to Paul. “Why are you telling him my name? I never said you could tell this bozo my name!”

Bozo? Paul was pretty sure that the exalted Ephraim Black had never been called a bozo. He hoped there weren’t any consequences written in the by-laws for insulting an elder.

“He plucked it out of my mind. I couldn’t help it! And they know some weird Jedi mind tricks that we’ve never been taught. I mean Sam has less control over what his brain spews than the rest of us wolves and he’s the alpha!”

Levi Uley took a deep breath. “Paul, we will teach you to control your thoughts while you are here. It is an important skill for wolves to have.”

“We shall most certainly train you properly so that you can teach the other wolves your skills, young one,” Ephraim agreed.

For some reason, Bella started giggling. “What’s so funny?” Paul asked.

She pointed to the elder wolves. “They’re like the jedi masters and you’re their young padawan.”

Paul grinned. “Hey, you’re right. That’s pretty cool!” He really liked that Bella was a Star Wars fan because he was, too.

“What is a padawan?” Levi asked.

“It’s a jedi in training. Each padawan is assigned to a jedi for mentoring and training.”

“Which movie was this in? I don’t recall padawans being mentioned in any of the Star Wars films.”

“Um, it was in The Phantom Menace,” Paul informed him.

“The Phantom Menace?” The wolf’s eyes lit up. “You mean there’s a fourth part coming out?”

“More like parts one, two, and three.”

“I don’t understand.”

There will be three more Star Wars movies coming out, but they’re prequels. They tell the backstory to the three films that you know of. They’re also planning three more-parts seven, eight, and nine.”

“Dad! What’s going on? Who are these children?” Old Quil asked abruptly with alarm in his eyes. “How come they know so much about future Star Wars films?”

Quil the Wolf took over the conversation. “Quil, Molly-I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just going to tell you straight-these kids are from the future. This here is Adam Lahote’s son Paul, this is Charlie Swan’s daughter Isabella, and the boy who has fainted into his spaghetti is Jacob Black-son of Billy Black, Jr. He is Ephraim’s great-grandson.”

“Stop joking, Dad! This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking. I’m telling you the truth. I read it from Paul’s mind.”

“He’s not joking, Quil,” Molly said. “Spaghetti Boy is the spit and image of Sarah Black and the Wolf Boy looks like Gene did when he was young-except for his eyes-his eyes are different. Then there’s the girl-look at her-she looks just like my mother when she was young.”

Bella was becoming perturbed with the adults at this point. They were talking to each other as if the kids weren’t there in front of them.

“Excuse me! We have ears, you know! And why the hell would I look like your mother?”

Molly turned to her with a stern expression. “First of all, watch your temper in my house. Second, you look like my mother because she is your great-grandmother. My name is Molly-formerly Molly Swan now Ateara-Aunt Molly to you-I’m your grandfather Geoffrey’s sister.”

“Holy shit! I’m related to Quil!” she exclaimed, and promptly received a slap across her cheek from her new Aunt Molly. “Hey, that’s child abuse! You hit me!”

“Pfft. A little discipline would do you some good. There is no swearing in this house, young lady. Do you understand me?” Bella simply nodded at the woman in reply. “I can tell that you’re as impertinent as your father!”

“My father? Impertinent? Why he’s as straight-laced and boring as they come! All he does is fish and watch games on TV-usually with Jake’s dad.”

Speaking of Jacob, he was just waking up, slowly rising from his pillow of spaghetti. “What… what happened?”

“Jake, are you okay? You fainted.”

“Ah, Bells, I just had the worst dream ever. We were in a twister with Paul Lahote, landed in the eighties, and we met my great-grandfather.”

“Hello, grandson,” Ephraim Black greeted, while Molly wiped the spaghetti sauce off of Jacob’s face using a dish rag.

“Crap! It’s all true, then? We’re back in the eighties?”

“In 1987 to be exact.”

“Well, how the heck do we get back to our time?”

“That’s the magic question, isn’t it?” Ephraim Black replied. “Now, let me continue with introductions. I am Ephraim Black.” He turned to Jacob. “Don’t faint again. He pointed to his other pack members. “This is Levi Uley and this is Quil Ateara the Second.”

“I swear. Can’t you Atearas be more original with your names? I mean my buddy Quil is like the fifth Quil Ateara in a row,” Jacob noted.

“Let’s stay on topic here.” Ephraim stopped the conversation from going off track. He turned to Bella. “This woman here is your great aunt; your grandfather Geoffrey’s sister Molly and the man you refer to as Old Quil is her husband-your great uncle by marriage.”

“Are you telling me that Quil is my cousin?” Bella asked.

“Um, well, he is your father’s cousin.”

“Not that Quil!” She pointed to Old Quil, the younger Old Quil-not Quil the wolf. “I meant his grandson Quil.”

“Ah, you’re talking about a future Quil. Well, yes, I suppose he would be your distant cousin.”

“Ew! Gross! He keeps hitting on me!”

“I will ensure that my future grandson is aware that you are his cousin,” Molly assured.

“And this is exactly the problem. We should not be discussing the future too much; otherwise, we might actually jeopardize it.”

“I don’t understand?”

“We are in danger of manipulating the future too much. The kids were sent here for a specific reason. It is that reason and that reason alone, which we must fix. Any other fixes would be unintended and have grave consequences for our future… and…” Ephraim fixed his eyes on Jacob, “… these kids are our future.”

“So, what is the reason?”

Simultaneously, the three elders replied, “I have no idea.”

And then, with a grave countenance, Ouil the Second added, “But we have to figure it out in order to ensure the sanctity of the tribe for future generations and, most importantly, so we can get these kids back home.”

And that final comment caused everyone to gasp in alarm.