Dear Readers:
I researched the witchcraft aspect, and some of what I've written is factual. Other things, I have tweaked a little to suit my purpose. Please don't judge me if you read something that rings untrue. I'm just a writer, and that's what we do. Enjoy!
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A bell on the front door jangled as the girls walked through. Best friends for years, Morgan and Fay had just arrived at a local bar. There was a huge Halloween shindig in process, but it was still early. The lights had been dimmed, and red bulbs replaced some of them. A disco ball hung suspended from the ceiling, tossing flecks of red back towards them. The music coming from the speakers at the door offered moans and groans and creaking doors, but the rock music blasting from the DJ in the back almost overpowered them.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" Fay practically screamed.
"It'll be fun. We'll find boys!" Morgan giggled.
The pair pushed through the crush and arrived at the bar.
"Hey, Jake! I'm so thirsty!" Morgan yelled. She was somewhat of a regular. She had also worked there for several months for a little extra income. Everyone knew and loved her.
"Imagine that. I only serve witches with big tits!" Jake moved as if he was about to walk away, then spoke again, "But I guess that's you!"
"You're an ass!" Morgan flashed her man-eating grin.
"What'll you have babe?" Jake directed the question at Fay.
"Rum and Coke." Fay looked slightly uncomfortable, and kept tugging at the top of her costume.
The girls received their drinks, on the house, since it was their first and it was a special occasion. They made their way to a table, one of the few available, and sat down.
Conversation was nearly impossible, so they were content to sip their beverages and dance in their seats to the music. Several people came up to say hello, then continued on their way. Morgan took the opportunity to study her friend.
Fay's light blonde hair was curly, scrunched, and poofed out farther than she was comfortable with. Her ice blue eyes were surrounded by black eyeliner, along with some pretty dark shadow and mascara. A silver cross necklace rested in the swell of her impressive cleavage. They were both witches, and Fay's dress was black, tight fitted, with sheer sleeves that belled out at the wrist with a smattering of sequins. The dress hit her mid-thigh, revealing long legs encased in fishnet stockings. Knee high black boots completed the ensemble. All in all she was a beautiful, if not uncomfortable, specimen of a woman. Morgan smiled at her, and she flashed a small one back. Morgan knew once she got enough alcohol in her, that Fay would loosen up and actually enjoy herself.
Morgan reflected on what she was wearing. Also a 'witchy' get-up, her dress was also black but sleeveless. Silver cuffs were on her upper arms, as well as an array of silver bangle bracelets. A silver belt looped around her waist and rode low on her ample hips. Moon and star charms dangled from it, and if it was quiet enough, you could hear them jingling. Morgan thought it was slightly seductive. In that atmosphere it wasn't likely, but it was the thought that counted. She'd let an almost inappropriate amount of cleavage show also, but she was more comfortable with it. The dress was ankle length, but was slit more than halfway up her thigh on one side. Fishnet hose also covered her legs, but black stiletto heels graced her feet. Her auburn hair, normally curly, had been pulled out straight, framing her face. Her eyes were done up much the same as Fay's, only she was more accustomed to it.
Together, the women painted a picture of lust, and the men in the bar had taken notice. Finally, the DJ took a break, and they started setting up for karaoke. Morgan and Fay started talking, but a group of men descended on them. They were their open, flirtatious selves, now that Fay had some alcohol in her system. Morgan sized the men up, chose the ones that were acceptable, and gave the others a look. The un-chosen ones looked uncomfortable for a minute, then they took their leave.
Fay noticed the exchange, barely, since she was being thoroughly entertained. There was nothing overtly strange about the way Morgan looked at the men, but they all got the message. The remaining men danced attendance upon the most beautiful women in the room, all trying to outdo each other. Morgan grew bored quickly, and shifted her attention to the rest of the room.
The DJ and his crew were busy giving each other instructions, making sure everything was ready. The patrons of the bar were busy drinking, laughing, and hanging all over each other. It was a sight to see. All the devils and angels, queens and jokers, cats and alligators. Morgan observed a cheerleader get turned down by a huge, towering Homer Simpson. A smile graced her lips and her eyes shifted to another part of the bar. Or tried to. She suddenly felt someone staring at her. Even the music seemed to drift away. Turning, she saw Fay ensconced between two men, and knew it wasn't her. Twisting around further, she saw him.
A man was halfway down the bar with a glass of Whiskey in his hand. He was staring right at her. He lifted the glass in greeting, and she tipped her head in return. Besides being sinfully handsome, there was something about him. She glanced away, but kept him in her peripheral vision. He knew it too, by the way he smiled and stood, heading her direction.
Morgan turned fully, and watched him walk towards her. Her eyes bore into his, and he came right up to her table. Her breath caught, though she hardly realized it. Morgan felt herself sit up straighter, at the same time her chest jutted out and she felt her nipples harden and strain towards the man.
Her breath let out in a whoosh as he walked right past her. Puzzled, she turned and watched him disappear into the bathroom. Shrugging, she turned back to Fay, but she was on the lap of one of the gentlemen, and the other was stroking her legs. Morgan rolled her eyes and figured her best friend was in, if not good hands, capable ones at least. Sipping her drink, she shivered thinking of that mans' eyes.
"That skeleton over there said he'd get your number for me, but he didn't have the guts. So here I am." A deep, velvety voice spoke in her ear.
Turning slightly, surprised, Morgan retorted, "Surely that isn't a line." A small hint of a smile tipped her lips upward.
"Of course not. Come." The stranger offered his hand, and Morgan gazed at it skeptically. She didn't get a strange vibe from him, so she took it. He pulled her to her feet, and led them towards the back door.
"This isn't smart of me. Going off into the dark with a strange man, I mean." Morgan straightened her dress with her free hand as she spoke.
"On the contrary my darling, it might be the wisest thing you've ever done." He flashed a grin over his shoulder and pushed through the door into the night air.
"What a peculiar thing to say." Morgan finally caught up and stepped beside him. He still had her hand, and it was warm in his clasp against the chill.
"I've been watching you."
"Is that another line?" Morgan tipped her head up to look at him, and smiled once more.
"No, just the truth." He finally stopped walking, well away from the door. He leaned one shoulder against the side of the building and looked at her.
Morgan looked back. His hair was dark, almost black as best she could tell from the dim light. His features were strong, chiseled. His eyes were dark brown, seeming to melt into his pupils they were so dark. The thought should have frightened her, but she felt...warm. Just then his lip quirked,, revealing his straight white teeth.
"What's your name?" Morgan eyed him warily.
"Don't worry, you're not the first to react that way to my eye color." He flashed another grin. "My name is Jack. Fitting, isn't it?"
"How did you know-" Morgan's brow furrowed.
"It's a gift. Don't think things you don't want me knowing about." Jack smiled again, and motioned her closer.
Morgan stepped towards him, still puzzled. Suddenly a vision came to mind, and she saw herself, naked with this stranger. She blinked, and glanced at him quickly, trying to ascertain if he knew what she'd seen or not.
Jack reached out and pulled her to him. "I see you're beginning to understand."
"Actually, I don't understand at all. What's going on here?" Morgan raised her hands and braced herself against his shoulders.
