Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 25:

“Jacob? Jacob, honey, wake up,” a sweet, soothing voice nudged him awake. He was sleeping on something hard, possibly the ground.

“Linda?” he called lazily, recalling the best part of the previous evening-the part where he lost his virginity to the most amazing girl in the world. Memories of the rest of the night came flooding back to him. The three evil vampires, Paul almost single handedly destroying them all, and Bella sacrificing her life for the sake of everyone else left him feeling downtrodden and depressed.

“And just who is Linda?” the same voice asked, this time in a perturbed manner.

Jacob shot up, but bumped his head on something metal. “Ow!” he yelped. Clearly, he was in a coffin, located in a strange version of hell. He had not survived the twister after all.

“Oh, honestly.” Two soft hands rolled him into a more open space. That’s when he realized that he’d been sleeping on a car creeper underneath his Rabbit-his still glittery, newly-restored Rabbit.

“Really, honey, you need to sleep in your own bed. Working into the wee hours of the night is unhealthy. Anyway, how much more work can you possibly do on your car? It’s perfect, regardless of what your father thinks of the sparkly paint job.”

“M… M… Mom?” a horrified Jacob asked because the last time he was back in his time; his mother had been dead for many years-killed in a freak car accident when his father still had use of his legs. He had picked her up from work, lost control of the wheel, and slammed into a tree. His mother had died on impact. Now that Jacob knew the truth of his father’s past, it occurred to him that Billy must have been drunk or stoned when the collision happened, and the truth had been hidden from him.

But now she was here-alive and well. She looked the same, but slightly older than he remembered her. He reached out to touch her pretty hair and clasped her hand to make sure it was really her.

“Oh, Jacob, what am I going to do with you?” Sarah hugged her son. “Now, get ready. We need to drive to Sequim to buy you some back-to-school clothes and get some groceries in. I can’t believe my baby boy is going to be a junior already.”

“But… but… how… I mean… can’t I stay here?”

“No, you do not have permission to put this off again. Your clothes are beginning to look threadbare and it’s time to go.”

“But… but…”

“Now, go to your room and get dressed,” she ordered firmly.

A dazed Jacob stood up. He looked around the well-appointed garage and then at his mother before he walked into his house. He did a double take. The house was the same, yet different. The interior walls were freshly coated with paint and the musty wall-to-wall carpeting was gone; in its place was recently re-finished hardwood flooring. The kitchen itself looked newer and updated as well.

He opened the door to his bedroom then promptly closed it because the room he saw could not possibly be his. He didn’t remember any of the stuff in the room except for the family photo from when he was three years old.

“Son, aren’t you dressed yet?” his father asked, walking-yes, walking with his own legs-towards him. Jake took a good look at his father. He was standing tall and he looked buff. He was voluntarily eating a carrot stick. “Your mother told me that you fell asleep under your car. There’ll be no more of that. You’re to sleep in your bed from this point on. And who is Linda?”

“I don’t know,” he replied because he couldn’t possibly explain who Linda was. “I was probably just talking in my sleep.” That’s it! He had his excuse. “I had an erotic dream!” he announced proudly.

“Boy, I don’t need to hear about your dreams. I know teenagers get them. I sure had my share of them. Well, you know how overprotective your mom is. She can’t fathom the idea of you meeting girls. Now, go to your room and get dressed. It’s Saturday and the 101 is going to be busy. There’s some tofu scramble and veggie patties ready for you in the microwave.”

Tofu scramble and veggie patties? That sounded unappetizing as all hell.

“Do you want me to press some juice for you?”

“Sure, sure,” he replied. Jake loved juice. It was a treat because they rarely had it due to his father’s diabetes.

“I’ll make your favorite-the one with kale, parsley, ginger, and lime.”

Kale, parsley, ginger, and lime? That didn’t sound like juice. Jake was pretty sure he just threw up in his mouth. “Uh, Dad, can we add a little fruit to it or something?”

“Feeling a little piqued, huh? It’s probably from sleeping underneath your car. I hope you’ve learned your lesson about taking your health for granted. A proper night’s rest is vital to your health.” Billy shook his head at his son. “I’ll add some pineapple to it. That should help with whatever inflammation you have going on. Now, get ready.”

Jacob flew into his room and shut the door. That was not his father, was it? It looked like him, but he sure didn’t act like him. For Christ’s sake, his father just lectured him about not taking his health for granted! Since when did his father care about his health?

He looked around his room and his jaw dropped. He started hyperventilating. His room was in the same place, but it was larger. There were posters of cars lining the walls and a laptop computer sitting on his desk. His desk? When had he ever had a desk? He was used to working on the dining table.

Just where in hell did he land? He was pretty sure he was in the future, but exactly what future? He had to just go along with whatever his parents told him because he needed answers. Clearly, he had landed in some sort of alternate future, but was he the only one here? Where were Bella and Paul?

Paul…

The sunlight filtered in from between the blinds, nudging Paul awake. He took a deep cleansing breath. Last night had been a disaster. Bella, his beautiful, headstrong, selfless Bella had lured the vampire to her, by slicing her arm and drawing blood, in order to save her grandmother. While it gave him the opportunity to destroy the evil vampire, he didn’t have a chance to get to Bella. She had collapsed from her blood loss and subsequently been sucked away by a twister. She was long gone before Jake and he would have been able to get to her. Besides, they were also swept away by a twister as soon as they destroyed the vampire. In any case, there was no way she would have survived the twister, especially in her injured state.

His heart hurt, and he wanted to cry. He loved her, but she was no more. Paul let out a deep breath, he had to join the living again. She would want that. He forced himself to open his eyes and then blinked a few times. Where was he? The room he was in was clean and put together. On top of that, he realized he was sleeping in an actual bed instead of a mattress on the floor. The mattress on the bed was comfortable and there were clean sheets on it-Spiderman Sheets. Cool! Paul loved Spiderman. Apparently, so did this guy because there were several Spiderman posters on the wall and a Spiderman sticker on the laptop on the desk. The desk was well organized. There was a tin of pens and pencils off to the side and a Seattle Mariner’s baseball cap lying haphazardly to the side of the tin.

To the right, there was a large balcony overlooking a well-kept lawn. There was a sofa in the room as well as a large flat screen TV and a gaming system. The kid who lived in this room was one lucky guy. Paul had never seen such a well-stocked room. It even had its own private bathroom.

Paul swung his legs off of the bed and his feet hit the hardwood floor beneath him. He was clad in Spiderman pajama pants. He sighed. He needed to thank the people who had housed him. After using the bathroom, he took one last look around and left the room.

Geez. Whomever this house belonged to had money-loads of money. The house looked like it belonged in some sort of architectural magazine. There was a long, curved staircase leading to the foyer, which had a crystal chandelier hanging from it. There were tons of windows letting in plenty of natural sunlight. Glancing around at the splendor of the house, Paul wondered for a moment if he should have borrowed a shirt to put on. He heard some voices and walked towards it. He ended up in the kitchen.

“Oh, um, good morning,” he said, amazed at the sight of the stately kitchen. He hadn’t taken a look at the people in the room yet. He was just blown away by the kitchen, which was bigger than his whole house.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Paul’s eyes bulged out. Flipping pancakes at the stove was his father-his very sober, clean-shaven father. His mother had just retrieved a jug of orange juice from the enormous refrigerator.

“Mom? Dad?” Paul questioned because he was confused and terrified at the same time.

“What is it, son?”

“N… Nothing.” He leaned up against the kitchen island completely bewildered.

“Honey, do you want orange juice or cranberry juice this morning?” his mother asked.

Cranberry juice. He loved cranberry juice. He had it for the first time in the 80’s at his grandpa’s house and he chugged down the entire jug by himself.

“I’ll take cranberry juice,” he replied.

“That’s what I thought.” His mother closed the refrigerator door and set the juices down on the table. She walked over and gave Paul a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Paul, take the pancakes over to the table so I can get started on the bacon,” his father directed.

“Oh, sure.”

When he took the plate from him, his father asked, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.”

“Good, I want you to start getting to bed at a decent hour. Mom and I are going to set a curfew and we expect you to follow it. There will be no more cavorting around town until late at night like last year. School starts back up on Tuesday and this is a huge year. All of the colleges will be looking at this year’s grades in particular. I know that it’s going to be tough starting at a new school, but you can do it. I have faith in you.”

His father gave him a kiss on top of his head. “Now get a good breakfast in you. Mom wants us to tackle that monstrosity of a lawn today.”

“I can do it,” he offered.

“That’s ridiculous. I know you’re a wolf and stronger than your old man, but I’m not going to make you mow three acres of lawn by yourself.”

“Adam?”

“Yes, Gloria?”

“You’re the one who insisted on buying that ridiculous ride-on mower instead of hiring the landscaping company.”

“Honey, the ride-on mower was…”

“Yes, yes, a fraction of the cost of hiring a landscaper over time. I get it. You wanted your new toy.” She chuckled and kissed his father on the lips. “I love you, Adam.”

“I love you, Gloria.”

His mother whispered to Paul, “I give him two weeks before he realizes that he’s overwhelmed. I kept the number for the landscaper just in case.”

Paul sat down at the table completely and utterly confused.

Exactly, where the hell was he? And who were these people masquerading as his parents?

Bella …

Bella was in the midst of a nightmare, a complete and hellish nightmare-she was sure of it.

She was trapped in the backseat of a car, most likely Jake’s Rabbit, with two other occupants who were driving her to God only knew where. She was terrified of opening her eyes, worried about what she’d see, who she’d see.

“Like a virgin, touched for the very first time,” a man and a woman crooned together. “Like a vir… ir… ir… ir… gin, when your heart beats next to mine.”

Great. Clearly she was still stuck in the 1980’s and trapped in a car with vampires. James must have destroyed the wolves, drained the humans, and put Victoria back together. She opened only one eye and caught a flash of curly, red hair. Yep, the dastardly duo had definitely abducted her. What would become of the future? How was she ever to return? Could she go back? Was she still human?

She put her hand over her heart. It was still beating. She sighed. So she was to be tortured. Resolved to her fate, she opened her other eye just as the song changed on the radio. “You’ re insecure, don ‘t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door…” James belted out the familiar tune. Wait a second! That was One Direction.

“Oh, God!” she thought, “I’ve brought James and Vicky back to the future with me!”

She abruptly sat up.

The passenger immediately noticed and asked, “Did you have a good nap, sweetie?”

“Uh, yes,” Bella replied tentatively to her mother, peering suspiciously around the cabin of the vehicle.

“Ooh, Charlie! Stop at that Starbucks over there. I have to pee!”

At least she hadn’t brought James and Vicky back to the future with her, but what were her parents doing together? They couldn’t stand each other!

“Sure thing, honey. I could use a pit stop myself.” Her father parked the vehicle, turned the engine off, and opened the rear door for her. “Come on, Bells, we’ve been cooped up in the car since we left Seattle this afternoon. Let’s get some circulation going in our legs.”

Bella gulped and didn’t say anything or move. She wasn’t certain if she was awake or not. She took a look at her father. He had no mustache, had a tan, and was dressed in Bermuda shorts, a Lacoste polo, and Sperry Top-Siders. Where the hell were his drab flannel shirts?

Her mother looked the same as always, but her hair color was redder than normal. Clearly, she had been playing around with drug store hair products per her usual creative self. Renee bolted to the bathroom as soon as the car came to a stop.

“Aw, come on, kiddo. Are you still upset about that Nick boy?”

Nick? No she was more concerned about Jake and Paul. She absent-mindedly reached for the back of her neck. She felt tiny indentation marks from where Paul had marked her last night. The thought of losing Paul devastated her. She rubbed her hands over her face.

Her father reached in to grab her from the SUV. He gave her a big hug. “Shit happens in a relationship and sometimes, you’ve got to just let it go.” He paused for a second, grinned, then started crooning, “Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore!”

“Oh my God!” Bella cried, horrified. “Dad! This is a public parking lot! People are watching!”

“Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door!” he slammed the door to the SUV dramatically for effect.

“Okay, okay, let’s go and get some iced coffee!”

“That’s my little girl.” He put his arm around her. “Hey, if we get to the counter before your mother gets out of the bathroom, we can order our iced coffees with caffeine in them. What do you say?”

“I say let’s get in there quick. Maybe the caffeine will wake me up.”

“You’re daddy’s girl through and through, Bells.”

Still confused, but worried her father was going to break out into a musical number again, Bella followed him into Starbucks. She needed answers and the only way she was going to get them was by waiting and watching to see how things went.