Wicked Casters

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Chapter 25: Prom!

Eleanor's POV

"All right, ladies, go upstairs and get ready. You have about an hour before your date arrives!" Constance said.

Ginger and I were chuckling after my mother, and Zelena spoiled us with a spa day before prom. Saturday has been a girl's day. Constance and Zelena took us to Port Angeles for a complete salon treatment. All the facials, body massage, manicure and pedicure. It was a wonderful gift for the first time in ages. Zelena, Constance, Ginger, and I enjoyed the spoils.

I mentally chuckled, thinking about Thursday. Ginger and I were about to head for school when there was a box on the doorstep addressed to Ginger. At first, Ginger thought it was a gift from her mom since Betsy couldn't make it. Once she opened the wrapped package, she gawked to find the expensive green gown from our last trip to Port Angeles. She read a note inside to discover the dress was a gift from Edward. Ginger was going to refuse since it's originally an expensive gown. But Edward skipped school that day. Alice's vision assisted him in avoiding Ginger's wrath. Not having a choice, Ginger accepted the gift and ensured the hair and makeup collaborated with the look.

After going through the luxury of being pampered, my mother decided to add in hair and makeup. It was a battle for the stylist to style my hair. I don't know why, but I was just born with very fine hair. Even with the help of magic, my hair would go flat within mere hours. But the stylist worked hard, putting a lot of products to give my dark brown hair volume and mild curls. Ginger, who sat next to me, dealt with her battle of keeping the color from fading. It took a while for her red hair to not run before the other stylist manipulated the color hair into a half up-do.

Once the hair was out of the way, it was time for makeup. Being a caster, I went for a darker look. Though showing the makeup artist my dress, the woman suggested I look like a James Bond girl. Or from her description, dark and sexy, that of smoky eyes and dark red lips. Ginger showed the makeup artist her dress and, seeing the hairstyle, decided on something simple. Her fair skin even out, followed by a shimmery silver pink lip and bronze eye shadow.

We laughed at how we looked like the Bond girls, I being the villain and she looking like the sidekick. After all the fun and makeup, we return home to get dressed. I got to my room, changing carefully into my gown. The gown is a dark emerald green velvet shimmering with beaded cap sleeves. The cap sleeves are laced with twinkling beads. An embellished belt accentuates the waist, while the skirt has a high side slit accommodating the sharply plunging neckline. Then the dress, followed by black heels and diamond drop earrings.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I could see I was cross between both worlds. Something suitable for Caster society but not as dramatic for the human world. I hope Tyler won't be creeped out. Sure, we are going to prom as friends, but his parents' kind of forced him to take me after hitting me with his truck.

Suddenly the door opened, and Constance came in with a grin. She walked over, making minor corrections, "You look lovely."

"Thank you," I said.

She then places a hand on my shoulder, "Enjoy this moment. Tonight, is special, and…."

"And…" I repeated.

"Your father said no funny business." Constance inquired, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Mom!" I whined. "Tyler and I are just friends."

"I know," Constance chuckled. "Your grandmother Evangeline said your love shall start out skinny then blossom."

Grandmother Evangeline Woodward is from my mother's side and is a seer. She had the ability to see into the future and the other side. That is her main power, followed by the basics. During my second coming of age, she had a vision of my future from the ancestors, saying my future spouse would be unique, one that defies the laws of magic and resigns to an older spiritual power. I was confused, asking her what else was there, only to get a response that my love shall start off skinny. And Tyler is not him.

Hearing a car pull up, I grabbed my clutch as Constance and I headed downstairs. Ginger came out as we both did group pictures since it's predicted she'll spend time with Edward.

"I'll see you at prom." Ginger said.

"Okay," I replied, going downstairs but stopping. "And Ginger, you look beautiful."

Ginger stood there smiling with a nod. Once downstairs, Tyler stood at the porch wearing a black suit and dark green silk tie. I couldn't help but smile. This was actually happening? I was going to prom like a typical teenager. Not the dubbed freak or pariah, but an ordinary girl. When I took the final step, he held a corsage in hand.

"Hey Tyler," I greeted.

"Wow, El, you look great," Tyler said, dumbstruck.

"And you look quite dashing," I replied.

Tyler nodded before stumbling a little as he asked for my hand. I chuckled as he put on the corsage he had bought. Made out of three pure white roses against silver and black chiffon ribbons and silver beads. It was a beautiful gift. As I grabbed the boutonniere made of a single white rose while the stem was covered in silver ribbon. Suddenly there was a flash; I blinked to find Zelena holding a camera smiling deviantly.

"Come now, a few pictures." She assured.

"I would like a copy," Constance said.

"Let's get this over with," I sighed.

So Tyler and I took a few quick prom pictures. My mother wanted more, which had opened the doors for the others to come out. Mike, Jessica, Eric, and Angela came out of the limo in utter shock. Oh, that is right, neither of them has been to the Cabin. It has always been us going to their place, not the other way around.

"Wow, it's almost like a fairytale," Jessica complimented.

"Yeah," Mike noted.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Zelena chuckled. "How would you all like to take pictures in the garden? I'll be sure to send you copies."

"You would do that?" Angela asked, surprised.

Zelena nodded. Everyone grinned as we went to the back of the Cabin where the garden was. Zelena held a thing for a whimsical atmosphere. The garden proved that with many plants that flourish in this wet terrain and the vines that cover the decorative hedges. We all took pictures of ourselves together, with our dates and individuals. I even took a picture with Constance. Jessica wanted to do more, except Eric insisted we better hurry, so we don't miss prom.

"Have fun," Constance called out.

"And break a leg," Zelena added.

I smiled, seeing Mike, Jessica, Eric, and Angela ready for a good time.

.o0o.

Ginger's POV

I stood by the window, watching Eleanor getting in the limo with Tyler. I smiled, happy for her since all that had happened. In fact, she is lovely in her own way. I know I'm indebted to her for how she gave a part of her soul to save me from the brink of death. So I'll make sure to pay my debt to her.

"Ginger, come down so I can take pictures," Zelena shouted downstairs. "Your mother asked for some."

I chuckled to myself. It was sad Betsy couldn't make it. After all, that happened last week. So, taking pictures to send to her should be enough. Maybe Senior year my mom will be here. I corrected myself and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I look hot, I thought.

The dress was a big surprise thanks to Edward. I bought a simple gown by ordering it online, but surprisingly Edward bought me the gown from the boutique. The dress is strapless olive green with a sweetheart bodice decorated with flashing embellishments and an illusion waist. As floral appliques shine off of the length and disperse down the mermaid skirt on top of a sheer overlay. It compliments my skin tone and red hair. Followed by green heels, chandelier rhinestone earrings, and a bracelet to cover the scar, and let's not the sexy underwear underneath.

All right, I know, Edwards is too old school to think about sex. But come on, us ladies wear them to feel confident and have a personal sexy appeal. Also, it's too soon to start a home run. We just got on first base, so patience is a virtue. Quickly fixing my hair, I grabbed my purse and shawl before coming down.

I made my way down, discovering Edward standing at the bottom of the steps with Zelena. He looked handsome as always. Wearing a suit almost as James Bond would be in a tuxedo. His golden eyes shimmered with wonder and awe. I blushed, adjusting the shawl while in awe of him.

"Hi," I said. "What do ya think?"

"You're perfect," Edward replied.

I chuckled, unable to resist while my cheeks felt warm. Oh shit, never have I felt this fluster before. This guy is going to be the death of me from his compliments alone. Any more, and I might be on cloud nine.

"I'll take care of her, Madame Zelena," Edward assured the witch who leaned against the stairs.

"Uh-huh. I've heard that before," Zelena said sarcastically.

Edward nodded as he opened the door for us. Although Constance stopped us for a couple of pictures. We did so, then started heading out. Zelena took my hand and handed me my purse, which I had almost forgotten.

"I put the pendant in your bag," she inquired.

"Zelena," I protested.

"And, well, you look lovely." She added.

"Thanks," I chuckled. "See ya later."

As I exited the Cabin, Edward wrapped his arm around me, leading the way to the Volvo. He opens the door to the passenger seat, being the gentleman that he is. Before he closed the door, Zelena had one more thing to add.

"I want her back by midnight!"

Edward chuckled as he faced Zelena from where he's at. "I assure you, she'll be back on time."

I laughed, knowing this night was going to be fun.

.o0o.

Prom. One of the best moments in any teenager's life. It is one of few occasions where you can dress up and dance the night away. I am glad Edward asked me to prom. Sure, I would still have gone without a date, representing the single lady community. But where's the fun in that? Especially when it comes to the slow dance, and by chance, does a guy who doesn't have a date have the balls to ask. So, walking along the red carpet to enter the inn where the prom was at was exciting.

I clung to Edward's arm as we approached the entrance sign read, CASINO MONTE-CARLO, where a photographer knelt, taking each couple's pictures.

"Smile," Edward murmured.

"That's easier said than done for you." I countered.

We posed suitably for the picture waiting for the photographer to take the shot. Once that was out of the way, we continued onward in the inn, where all the energy blared. Inside the inns, the grand hall was decorated as a casino, the center of the dance floor where most students dance away to Perry Farrell, Go All The Way [Into the Twilight]. A disco ball spinning in the center of the ceiling while lights of Technicolor sway around in the room. Around the dance floor were Casino games from roulette, blackjack, and, let's not forget poker.

Who doesn't love poker? I thought.

"Wow, I've never seen anyone so active before," I stated.

"The prom is an important rite of passage," Edward said. "I didn't want you to miss it."

"And I'm glad I said yes," I said.

Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie danced on the dance floor, contrasting against everyone in the room. They look gorgeous as ever, like stars in a movie. Edward continued to lead me around the room as we checked out on my friends. Mike and Jessica were at another photo booth posing next to the giant dice and cards. They fooled around in stereotypical Bond poses. A second later, they spotted me, waving. I waved back till seeing Jessica in her cleavage pink dress. I couldn't help but gesture my hand over my chest and then give her the thumbs up with a wink. Jessica chuckled as she mouthed, "I know."

Edward laughed as we continued to walk, bumping into Tyler and Eleanor. They seemed to be having a good time. Both laughing and dancing at the same time. It's good to see Eleanor look so happy than ever before. It's rare to see that kind of carefree smile. Soon we reached the DJ booth where Angela and Eric work, maintaining the music. Angela looked lovely in her new dress, which was white. I thought she bought the lavender gown. I could only assume her dad, the minister, disapproved and went for a modest attire. In both ways, she looks pretty, and Eric is absolutely energetic.

It wasn't long when a slow song played. One of my favorites is Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine.

"Shall we?" Edward gestured.

"So, I'm not good with slow dancing," I warned.

"Don't worry, I can." He said, gently pulling me closer to him. His cold hand held mine while fingers entwined and his other rested on my waist. We dance to the melody of the music as the world around us vanishes. Although there was once an accident of stepping on his toe, it seems he wasn't bothered by it. I chuckled slightly, lost in this moment.

When the song ends, the atmosphere changes from Edward's posture. Almost tensed when James was here. I place a hand on his cheek.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Hey, Ging." Said the source of Edwards's discomfort. "I was hoping you would be here."

I turned around to see Jacob standing there looking well-groomed. His hair was tied back in a low ponytail while he wore a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I had to choke on my gasp to see him grow a few more inches. Wasn't he three inches shorter the last time I saw him?

"Hi, Jacob," I said, still bemused. "What's up?"

"….Can I cut in?" Jacob asked.

Edward seemed ready to reject the offer, only to nod, muttering he would get us some punch. I appreciate his generosity, let alone not getting too jealous of this. Since I caught a few glimpses of Jacob staring at Eleanor. Anyway, another slow song began to play, and we started to dance.

"Are you crashing the prom or something?" I asked. "Do you have a date?"

"No." Jacob sighed, "Can you believe my dad paid me twenty bucks to come to your prom?"

"I find it hard to believe." I chuckled. "Hope you're having fun. See anyone you like?"

"Yeah," Jacob breathed, turning his head. I followed his gaze to find Eleanor at a Black Jack table with Tyler. "But she's taken." Then he looked back at me. "You look pretty, by the way."

"Thanks." I chuckled nervously, feeling warmth within my cheeks. "So let's hear what Billy paid you for?"

"He said it was a 'safe' place to talk to you. I swear the old man is losing his mind." He muttered. "Don't get mad, okay?"

"I promise I won't shoot the messenger," I promised.

"Well—this is so stupid. I'm sorry, Ginger." He apologized. "He . . . wants you to break up with your boyfriend."

I felt a pang of anger stir within me. Yet I took a deep breath, letting Jacob continue. As I promised, I won't shoot…or in this case hex the messenger. Jacob seemed relieved that I didn't snap at him as he continued.

"He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that . . . 'We'll be watching." As he added the air quotes. "And that is his plural, not mine."

I laughed, unable to resist Jacob's animation of Billy's warning. "Okay. Well, tell him, 'Thanks.' And to pay up."

The song ended when Jacob hesitated, "Do you want to dance again? "

"That's all right, Jacob. I'll take it from here." Edward announced joining the group, handing me a glass of punch.

Jacob stared at Edward; with a gaze I have never seen before. It was a cautious stare that a territorial animal would give when a threat was nearby. Edward stared back at him, which Jacob blinked, confused in what just happened, then nodded, stepping back. He seemed so out of place since his dad literally forced him to come here to give me a warning. I quickly looked around for any available girls who could distract him till spotting Eleanor. She was sitting in a corner drinking a cup of punch. Strange, she was having fun with Tyler a moment ago. That is until I spotted him dancing with Lauren, who seemed to be clinging to him. Damn, Eleanor was having such a good time.

"Hey Jake, now's the perfect opportunity," I said, gesturing my head towards Eleanor.

Jacob spotted this and smiled, "Sure, Sure. I guess I'll see you around, Ginger."

"Yeah, see ya later," I said, waving him off.

Edward and I watched Jacob walk over to Eleanor. The moment he stood in front of her giving a greeting. Her eyes widened in surprise as they started a conversation. I chuckled, drinking the punch before gesturing to Edward. He paused, probably listening to Jacob's thoughts shaking his head.

"He does find her attractive," he noted.

"Really?" I teased, finishing my drink and suggested that we go outside for some fresh air. He nodded, following to the gazebo, decorated in lights.

"Sorry about that," I apologized. "Billy's just worried about me for Zelena."

"I'm not mad at Billy. But his son is irritating me." Edward muttered.

"Why?" I asked.

"He called you pretty. That's practically an insult, the way you look right now. You're much more than beautiful." Edward answered.

I chuckled, unable to stop the blush dusting over my cheeks.

We got inside the gazebo dancing with a few other couples. Dancing to Boats & Birds by Gregory and the Hawks. It wasn't long before the other couples left to go inside from the slight chill. As we danced, I noticed the sky becoming dusk once more if not darker.

"Twilight, again." I've noticed.

"Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has an end." Edward noted.

"But it shall be reborn in the morning," I replied.

Edward sighed, "I brought you to the prom because I don't want you to miss anything. I don't want my presence to take anything away from you. I want you to be human. I want your life to continue as it would have."

"Edward, I'm a witch," I told him, realizing what he was referring to. "I can live for a couple of centuries if I use my magic properly. As much as I find your species fascinating … I'm happy as I am. Who knows if this will last or not, but I'm the one who goes through the motions? Maybe there will be a time when we decide whether I become a vampire or not. But right now, and probably for a long time, I will be the punk, crazy, wild witch who is finding herself and wonders what the future holds. And I want to spend those moments with you."

Those words struck Edward to the core that his eyes widened and then softened. A crooked smile spread appeared on his lips, bringing us closer. Then chuckled for no reason.

"I am serious," I whined.

"I know," Edward murmured. "And I appreciate that you understand."

"Good," I said. "Because forever holds different meanings."

"Forever?" He said, combing his fingers through my hair. His thumb pressed along the jawline gingerly. "When the time's come."

Suddenly he slowly lowers us in a tango pose, his lips near my neck. My eyes widened and my heartbeat rapidly, wondering if he had changed his mind and turned me into a vampire. Before I could react or protest what was to come…. he kissed my neck with a simple peck.

"Is it enough just to have a long and happy life with me?" he asked.

I corrected myself, so we were both standing. My hands resting on his chest, looking deep into those golden eyes. "Yeah."

"You are wicked, Georgia Ives." He chuckled.

"Tell me something I don't know." I chuckled back, placing a quick peck on his lips.

Little did I know a chain of events would happen in the future? About five things, I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him that thirsted for my blood, and I didn't know how dominant that part might be. Except I knew he had control over it. Third, I was crossing the taboo line that the Caster society created. Fourth, the future is undecided on what is to come. And fifth, I was unconditionally in love with him.

Congratulations, we have finished Wicked Casters!

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Casters of Oblivion – inspired by Bastille's song Oblivion

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