Category: Alternate Universe/Out of Character/Extremely Over The Top
Summary: What happens when a freak twister sends Bella, Jake, and Paul back in time? Come and join our three favorite friends on a rip-roaring adventure to the past.
Note: Jake's Rabbit is a convertible in this story. Also, there were adjustments made to the ages of several characters for the sake of story uniformity. A few of the characters are several years older than in the original series.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author-mama4dukes. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
A special thank you to Mist for the awesome banner.
This story was originally posted on Tricky Raven on December 12, 2015. It is complete and I will post a few chapters a week.
Hello! Welcome to The Rabbit and the Magic Stick. BkChica placed the winning bid during Tricky Raven's Silent Auction and her prompt was for me to write a story based on the movie 'Back to the Future'. It seemed easy at first, but quickly became a complicated project because there were so many elements involved in the story. What should have been a one-shot turned into a novel length, multi-chapter epic adventure, which truly came to life after a visit to Forks and La Push alerted me to the true economic hardships the area residents face on a daily basis. In the end, this story became a labor of love, and I am pleased to present, The Rabbit Meets the Magic Stick.
"The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick"
"What the hell are you doing in my daughter's room? Get out of here!"
He didn't need to be told twice. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw the angry glare on the father's face coupled with the double-barrel shot gun aimed at his forehead, he dove out of...um…what's her name's…window and ran, buck naked, to the other side of the reservation. The irate father fired two shots in his direction and yelled, "I swear, Paul Lahote, you're going to end up a stupid, good-for-nothing, lazy, son-of-a-bitch drunk just like your old man!"
Paul rolled his eyes. It was nothing new for him to be compared to his father; nonetheless, it hurt. His father, who had once been a great guy, was now perennially drunk and constantly took his anger out on his only son. It hadn't always been that way. He used to be a great guy. Paul remembered playing catch with him as a kid before 'it' happened. He remembered holding his dad's hand and going out to get ice cream—also before 'it' happened. He remembered how his dad read to him every night before bedtime and how he'd sit by his bed until he fell asleep, but that also stopped after 'it' happened. When Paul was eight years old, his mother decided to simply walk out on them. Angry and depressed, Adam Lahote turned to 'the bottle' and never looked back.
A bullet whizzed by and came too close for comfort for Paul. He darted out into the woods and phased into wolf form. Oh, yes. To add to his troubles, he was a damned shapeshifter. A freak! He was a human who turned into a wolf in order to save the Quileutes from blood-sucking vampires. Why? It turned out he inherited a stupid gene, which activated when vampires came around. And come around they did. An entire coven of vampires showed up a few months ago to settle in Forks and make like they were a human family. And because Paul's ancestors were obviously tapped in the head, they had made a pact with this vampire coven, the very first time they came to the area around a hundred years ago, stating they could live peacefully without fear of being attacked as long as they fed from animals instead of humans.
So, this coven, called the Cullens, stuck around town and lived 'peacefully' while Paul got to turn into a wolf and patrol the damned area to make sure the idiot vampires didn't wreak havoc in the area. Of course, one of them decided to date the daughter of the Forks police chief and dump her when things got hairy. The entire family bailed out of town really quick! The poor girl was still depressed about it. In Paul's opinion, she was probably still freaked out and needed to air out her feelings, but couldn't. Why would she be able to? She dated a damned vampire! Who the hell would believe that? Well, he would, but that's because he was a freak himself.
Paul looked around the forest to reassure himself that there were no gun-wielding madmen lurking around before phasing back to human form. He jogged back to the reservation and decided to return to his house, but caught a glimpse of his father sitting outside with a bottle of gin. Nope, he didn't feel like dealing with him tonight. He walked to Chief Black's garage and climbed into the back seat of the beat up Rabbit that Jake was constantly working on. He briefly wondered if the heap of steel even ran before falling quickly asleep.
Bella sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked awful. She was underweight, her hair was stringy, and her skin tone looked sallow. She was depressed—terribly depressed. She had a lot to get off of her chest; secrets bottled up inside that she wanted to tell someone—anyone really, but she couldn't. She couldn't because no one would believe her. She couldn't because whomever she'd tell would think she was insane. She couldn't tell because the truth was unbelievable.
She walked downstairs to have breakfast and caught sight of her father as he was leaving the house. He was always leaving the house.
"You're up early for a Saturday," Charlie Swan noted. Bella glanced at the clock on the living room wall and realized that it was only six am.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," she replied.
"Oh." Her father shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "Well, um, I have to meet Billy to go fishing. Maybe you should try to nap or something. I'll see you later, Bells." He quickly left the house and hopped into his car, bringing his fishing gear and a case of beer with him.
It was times like these when Bella wished so desperately that she had a good relationship with her father, but the fact was that he was more interested in fishing and watching sports than in forming a relationship with her. It was why her mother left Charlie. Renee felt a wife and daughter should take precedence over fishing and baseball, football, hockey, beer, whatever…and she was right. Bella couldn't blame her mother for leaving her father. She hated feeling as if she wasn't as important as the next game or his new fishing rod.
Maybe it's why she became so attached to Edward Cullen. Maybe she was drawn to him because he paid attention to her. Maybe she fell in love with him because he gave her what she craved the most: a loving family.
Of course, they weren't really a family. They were a vampire coven masquerading as a human family. Yes, Edward Cullen and the others, who had resided in that grand house in Forks, were vampires. They sucked blood out of animals in order to survive because they were supposedly humane, and didn't believe in unnecessarily depleting humans of their lifeblood in order to survive. It was a good thing, she supposed.
The entire coven had taken Bella in like a stray puppy and made her a part of their extended family. For a while, she had felt loved and wanted, but then she got a paper-cut and one of them tried to drain her so they decided that messing with a human wasn't really a good idea. Subsequently, Edward Cullen, the vampire who had professed his undying love to her, dumped her in the middle of the forest and left her heartbroken—taking his entire family with him.
Now that she'd had time to think about it, she realized that as much as Edward Cullen and his family gave her support, it wasn't really them she wanted. She really wanted her father's love and her mother's love—together—not apart. She wanted to see them come together to support her, but they were always bickering. They still bickered even though they'd been divorced for well over a decade and lived thousands of miles away from each other.
Bella wished she could be a normal girl from a happy family instead of the pathetic, depressed thing she'd become. Above all else, she wished she could tell someone the truth about the Cullens and why she was so upset, but she couldn't. Who the hell would believe that vampires existed?
Bella decided to give the house a good dusting. Perhaps it would take her mind off of things. After that, she could go to the reservation and see what Jacob was up to. Maybe he would want to hang out with her.
Jacob Black angrily kicked the tree behind his house and yelped, "Ouch!"
He was frustrated. Extremely frustrated. And the source of his frustration? It was the same as usual: his father, his sisters, his life, everything really.
Jacob hated the situation he was in. He was poor. His mother had passed away when he was a young boy. His father, who was handicapped due to negligence of his Type 2 diabetes, was unemployed and on disability. He relied heavily on Jacob for everything including chores, cooking, home maintenance, and even the grocery shopping. Jacob wasn't an unsympathetic kid—he understood why his father needed assistance. The thing that frustrated Jacob was the fact that he simply didn't have the time to just be a kid because his twin sisters both left the house as soon as they graduated from high school and rarely, if ever, came back home. Neither of them wanted the responsibility of helping to take care of their father so it all fell on their much younger brother's shoulders.
Jacob took a deep cleansing breath prior to entering his house. It wouldn't do for his father to see him in such a foul mood. He put a smile on his face and greeted, "Hey, Dad."
"Good morning, son. You're up early. Were you out walking?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to figure out how to get the car going. I think it needs a new fuel pump."
Billy nodded his head proudly. "You are a mechanical genius, Jacob. I'm proud of you. I'll call Mr. Hinkley at the junkyard to see if he has any fuel pumps that would fit your car that he could give you for cheap." He reached into his pocket and fished out a twenty-dollar bill. "I can put this towards the part."
"Oh, Dad, no. I'll figure something out. We need the money."
Billy sighed and put the cash back in his pocket. "You're such a good son. I wish I had listened to your mother about taking care of my health. I should be taking care of you; not the other way around."
"It's okay, Dad."
"Well, let me make that phone call for you."
Jacob headed to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. A few minutes later, his father wheeled himself into the kitchen with a smile on his face. "Great news, son. Mr. Hinkley said that he has the same model car as yours in his lot, and you can dismantle it. He said you can take any parts you need for free from it."
"Free? For real?"
"Yes, for real. He just needs you to help him load a few tires onto a truck. I told him you would have no problem doing that."
"No, not at all. Thanks, Dad."
"You're welcome. Now, I see Charlie has pulled into the driveway. I'm going fishing."
"Okay, Dad. Have fun. I'm going to call Bells and see if she can give me a ride to the junkyard."
"Alright." Billy Black turned to his son with a smile. "I'm glad that you and Bella are getting along. She can really use a friend after the number that Cullen vamp…erm…brat pulled on her."
"Yeah, what a jerk he turned out to be," Jacob agreed. "Don't worry, Dad. I've got Bella smiling these days."
"Good." With that final word, Billy Black wheeled himself outside to meet his friend.
Jacob smiled. He could have all the parts he needed for his rusty old Volkswagen Rabbit just for helping out Old Mr. Hinkley. He waved to Charlie Swan and his father as they left for fishing and let out a chuckle. Things were finally looking up for him. He rushed to the phone and decided to call Bella for a ride to the junkyard.