Bewitched

Every Month Didi Oviatt creates a writing prompt, and the only rule is to use the characters from our current WIP and write about the topic provided. You can read Didi’s original post below:

October WIP Challenge Prompt: Bewitched

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Cara walked out of the kitchen donning her red mini skirt, orange turtle neck sweater, knee high socks, and Mary Jane pumps.

“How do I look?” She asked Michael.

“Like every school boy’s dream.” Michael made his way to his wife, kissing her chastely.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come tonight?” She asked. “It’s going to be so boring without you.”

Michael chuckled. “I’d like to, but I really need to start this project for work. I only have a week before it’s due.”

Cara sighed. “Should I cancel?” She started pacing. “I think I’m going to cancel, I mean I could just stay here and watch horror movies and be available if you need me.”

Michael grabbed Cara’s shoulders. “Cara, your staff wants to take you out to celebrate. You’re their new boss and they love you. Plus, it would look really pathetic if the Scooby gang showed up without Velma.”

“You’re right.” She smiled. “And, Brandy would probably kill me if I canceled.”

“I’d be more worried about Matt. He would be so disappointed.” Michael kissed her on the cheek. “Go have fun, my love. I have a surprise waiting for you outside.”

Cara chuckled. “Of course you do.” She looped her arm through his. “How did I get so lucky?”

Michael had rented the Mystery Machine, instructing the driver to pick up Cara’s colleagues first.

Cara entered the van and sat next to Matt, who was dressed as Shaggy, and praised Brandy and Jacob on their costumes before patting Charlie on the head. “Who’s a good boy?” “Jinkies, Shaggy, I think he wants a Scooby snack.”

“Very funny,” the man dressed as Scooby-Doo pouted.

The gang pulled up to the pub and Cara tensed at the sight of the parking lot full of cars and people. Everyone commented on the Mystery Machine and applauded as the gang, including Scooby hopped out of the van.

They stood just inside of the door, scanning the room for a vacant table. Matt took Cara’s hand, sensing her uneasiness and also calming his own nerves. They made their way over to a corner table, tucked in next to a jukebox, which was perfect since there was a band playing.

Brandy sat next to Cara. “I’m not a huge fan of big crowds either, let’s order some cocktails and try to let lose tonight, yeah?”

Cara smiled at her. “I love that plan.”

Cara insisted on buying the first round as thank you for all of their support over the past few months. She ordered them each a long island iced tea and toasted her staff for being so supportive as she made this transition into upper management.

As the night continued on Cara felt her body relaxing and she was laughing, getting lost in conversation, and tapping her foot to the beat of the music.

It wasn’t long before her and Brandy were getting lost in the music and dancing on the dance floor, but staying close to their table.

Cara’s eyes met a man’s sitting at the bar. He was dressed all in black, including a black cloak. His eyes we’re hidden by a masquerade mask. He looked Gothic and wickedly handsome, and he had her under his spell. Then again, Cara has always been easily seduced by the kings of darkness.

She realized she had caught his eye and she flashed him a smile as she continued to sway her hips in time.

Cara didn’t care that her colleagues were looking at her like she had lost her mind, perhaps she had, but she just couldn’t shake the stare from the warlock at the bar.

She found herself feeling more disappointed than she should when she turned around and found that he was no longer sitting at the bar. That was until she felt a pair of hands grab her hips.

“I see my spell worked,” the warlock whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” Cara replied before licking her lips. “You have bewitched me.”

The warlock spun her around, placed his hand on her back and pulled her close to him, swaying her around the room.

“How many drinks have you had tonight?”

“Only a couple,” she replied. “I’m much more intoxicated on you than alcohol.”

He flashed her a seductive smile. “I thought Velma was afraid of monsters?”

“That’s just a front.” She replied, bringing his ear close to her mouth before whispering “I’ve always had a thing for the dark ones.”

The warlock shivered. “Clever girl. I always knew Velma was the freak.”

“It’s always the quiet ones.” She replied.

“I’ve been watching you dance all night. I knew as soon as I saw you, I had to have you. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you.”

Cara turned and pressed her back against his chest, swaying her hips against his, causing him to let out a guttural moan.

“Enough!” He said sternly, startling her. “You’re under my spell tonight.”

“Yes sir.” She replied, turning back around.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’m under your spell.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, slowly moving closer to him until her chest was touching his. “Take me home, and I’ll do as you command.”

He grabbed her hand and went to run.

Cara broke character, chucking at his eagerness. “I need to inform my colleagues that I’m leaving first.” She told him.

Her colleagues showed concern, especially Brandy, but Cara reassured them that she knew what she was doing.

She sauntered her way back to her warlock. “I thought you had a project due?” She asked him.

Michael chuckled before removing his cloak and revealing his identity. “I do, but this is much more fun.”

Cara turned and waved to her colleagues before leaving with her husband.

Brandy turned to the rest of the group. “I need to find me a man like that.”

“You and me both.” Charlie retorted.