Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 9, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-09/)

Word Prompt: Orange

Imagined Image: She's the best potioner in the city, or so you've heard. Love potions. Revenge potions. Energizing potions. Baldness potions (giving or curing). So you've come for a potion. The potioner listens to your request, asks a few questions and then with a secret smile and a little laugh says, "I have just what you need." She goes to her workroom in the back and returns in a bit with a bottle. You take it home. What happens next?

Creative Original or Derivative:Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): K

Genre: Supernatural/Spiritual/Friendship/Romance

This had to work, right?

If so many myths and legends were true, then wouldn't this be?

I would do anything to get Bella back.

Even if it meant searching for a love potion.

I couldn't stand by and watch her leech of a boyfriend literally suck the life out of her. We were soul mates, meant for each other. We grew up together; it would have been the path life would have taken. We would have got married, had kids, grown old... but no. That bloodsucker had ruined everything, I wished he had died in 1918 like he should have. He had brainwashed her into thinking he was the best for her. I could see that around him, she was always cautious, stiff, never smiling. She always had to be careful.

With me, she was happy. I made her laugh, she'd said it before, I was her personal sun. She was happy with me. If only she hadn't jumped of that cliff! The leech wouldn't have gone to those Italian killers, Bella wouldn't have offered herself up to get that monster back, and she and I would have got together and had our happily ever after.

I truly believe that there was no one else in the world for me. She was my soul mate, and I would never find anyone that would hold any attraction remotely close to the connection Bella and I shared.

I had two days left before that dreaded wedding, two days before Bella would take off as a married woman and have an insincere honeymoon, and she would be changed into one of them. Two days till Bella was officially signed, sealed and stamped off to belong to the parasite.

As soon as I got the wedding invitation, I had run off to sulk in the gloomy forests of northern Canada. Over the days, as I came to my senses, I knew I had to stop the wedding from happening and convince Bella.

But how?

She said she loved him more than she loved me. Well, that gave me a start. She loved me; she just had to love me more.

So that's how I came up with the idea of a love potion.

First I had thought I was going crazy – literally – for even thinking such things existed. I had obviously been watching too many children's movies. But then vampires existed like our legends told us they did, and we actually did originate from wolves, rather than it just being a myth. Bella had asked me when she found out werewolves if there was any myth or legend in the world that wasn't true.

One of the native legends was that of a medicine man. He was a murderer when he was a baby, but when the tribe he belonged to found out, he was burned till there was only a pile of ashes left. The next morning, he was found in his usual sleeping place, unharmed. He informed the tribe that he would not murder anyone else, and that he had become a big-boy. He grew up to become a medicine man, and his people would ask for medicines of all kinds.

As soon as I read the fact one man had requested a love potion, and had been given it by the medicine man, I had dropped the book and ran from the north-west of Canada to the south-east.

I figured since the legends came from here, I might as well start my search here.

Over the weeks I had asked many people and followed many trails. They had all led here. A run-down wooden shack on the edge of Campobello Island.

A middle-aged woman with frightening blue and brown dreads answered the door. The minute her eyes landed on me, she smiled and wordlessly stepped aside to let me in.

She walked me through her house and came to a stop in the kitchen, where her arms rested on a cracked wooden bench top, facing me.

I told her about the legend I read, and about how my quest for a potion led me to her. I told her how I had days left till my deadline was over, although I left out the part where the deadline was my love getting married to another man. She asked few questions before she held up her index finger.

"I have just what you need," she answered in the calm, hypnotic tone of voice she had, and turned into a side room, which was framed by a dark wooden beam holding a massive flowing curtain.

I could hear her rumbling around, glass clinking together and the scraping of boxes being shifted on the floor. I was tempted to go in and help her, except the second the thought passed into my head was when she reappeared through the billowing curtain, holding a stereotypical small glass bottle with a cork, which contained a light orange liquid. She handed it to me, and led me out to the front door.

"Good luck with your conquest, young man," and before I could say a word, the door had already shut in my face.

I had 47 hours left till the wedding, and I ran into the nearest tree cover and phased. I ran as fast as I could, I had to get to the Cullens house before "I do".

The running did not tire me, in-fact, it was like caffeine, it gave me energy. I knew that as soon as I would stop, I would collapse from exhaustion. I had not slept well the past weeks, and now I didn't have any time to spare.

I heard the first sounds of the wedding about 10 miles out. The wind was blowing against me, so I could hear what was going on, and by the sound of it – there was a slow song playing, and people were singing along to it.

Had I missed my deadline? Or did they dance before the ceremony?

Not likely! A voice shouted in my head.

I phased when I was about 500 feet out from the Cullens lawn, and pulled on my trusty shorts that had been tied to my ankle for the thousands of miles I had run. I ran the quick distance to the edge of the lawn, prepared for disappointment and anger, and stood behind a tree.

What I saw completely surprised me.

There was a happy Bella, in her husband's arms, laughing at something he had said. As I watched, she affectionately stood up on her toes and kissed him. And astonishingly it didn't bother me.

It was like those old, corny, clichéd phrases. If you love them, you have to let them go.

Seeing Bella like that, all beautiful and happy in someone else's arms, did not anger me like it should have. I was actually feeling happy for her, and that surprised me. I should have been approaching her, wrenching her out of the bloodsucker's arms, and fought for her.

I grabbed the bottle of orange liquid and tossed it into the river. It hit one of the jugged rocks, and the glass broke into a million pieces, and the liquid dissolved into the cold river.

I saw the bloodsucker – I must start thinking of him as... Edward – twirl Bella around to the edge of the dance floor, close to where I was standing. Bloo– Edward must have read my mind.

"Thank you," Edward's voice rang clearly but quietly into the trees. I saw Bella look at him in confusion. I decided this was my moment to appear.

"Hey Bells," I said as my way of greeting. Bella's face was shocked for a second before she came running for me, blubbering all over her beautiful dress.

"Oh, Jake, you're here," she cried out, enveloping me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her, locking eyes with Edward over her head for a moment. He looked at Bella quickly before nodding and smiling a small smile at me, and left quietly to give us some time alone.

Yes, I'm here Bells. And now I've finally realised I can let you go.

The legend is actually a legend, although I did change it a little and make it brief because I didn't want 10 pages of legend. I did my research!:
http://www(dot)firstpeople(dot)us/FP-Html-Legends/OriginoftheMedicineMan-Passamaquoddy

I know that Jake went home before he went to the wedding in the book, but in the book he wasn't under a deadline to slip love potion to Bella to convince her to stay with him. So just ignore it, kay?

I didn't use the original dialogue from Breaking Dawn cause it wouldn't have fit for this story, and it wasn't nearly as corny enough as I would have liked it to be. It was Jake-Bella joking dialogue in the book, not sappy-romance dialogue.

And, finally, thanks to Jake's tossing skills, millions of fish in Washington state will now be affected by lurve potion :P. Well done, Jake.