Blood Dancer - Part 2

Kate walked across the car park and into the Church as the Maine sunshine burnt every exposed inch of skin. She did not hurry though, today was all about normality.

Contrary to popular fiction a simple church building held no fear for her, neither did a simple wooden cross. True she had had some epic battles with some of the Roman church's warriors with their incence, Holy water relics and hated silver but a local church like this could not harm her. In fact she had always rather liked the simple worship and sense of community she found in these places.

She stepped inside and walked nonchalently down the aisle. Her operatives had been extremely thorough, she knew she would find her prey here. Several people turned round and glanced at the strikingly beautiful new stranger but were too polite to stare. Kate didn't care, she knew how beautiful she was, how both men and women lost themsleves in her deep, dark eyes. She had yet to find a human who could resist her.

She glanced round but could not see the people she was looking for so took a pew a quarter of the way down the ailse in order to observe the congregation.

Eventually just before noon the crowds began to become heavier and she spotted who she was looking for. A homely, plump, unreamarkable midde-aged woman and a tall, handsome young man. She allowed them to pass and drank in the vision before her. He was certainly desirable for a human. Tall and well-built she imagined he must be the object of lust for the young woman in his peer group, probably a lot of the older ladies too for that matter.

Kate looked at him discreetly as they took their place a few rows in front. She hoped his honest, wholesome up-bringing had kept him chaste. She needed a virgin for her malevolent purposes. Her operatives had been fairly sure he had not yet been intimate but they could not be sure. The urgency with which she had dropped her life down in New Orleans and moved to this dull Maine backwater reflected the high stakes.

The mother would be the key. Beth Langburg, she was descended from the Kings of Bohemia and she didn't even know it. The bloodline went through her Kate was sure, the alerts in her geneology systems confirmed it. Her son Carl was, to a vampyre, the most cherished, prized human imaginable. If he was still a virgin he was a source of Kingsblood and Kingseed.

The service started and a female pastor emerged from the sacristy. Kate followed preceedings but observed the Langburgs closely. Carl looked bored and restless as a young man might. He looked round frequently whilst Beth stayed focussed on the service.

At the end of the service everyone mingled and Kate made her first move. She saw Beth talking to the pastor and some of the other congregation and so gravitated towards them. The pastor smiled warmly and offered her had "Hi, Reverend Wilma" she beamed at the newcomer.

Kate smiled in the return "Kate" she replied "...I just moved into the area". As she spoke shegently pushed out her charisma towards the group of ladies. It was all too easy, centuries of experience had make her an expert at manipulating humans. She deftly caressed their minds to open themselves and instantly feel comfortable and friendly towards her. Had she wanted to a woman of her immortal powers could have had the entire room as enslaved, besotted servants within a minute however this was not how a Blood Dancer did things. Whilst the more vulgar of her species would simply invade a victims mind and wrench it into obediense with Kate it was artistry...subtle and all the more irresistible.

Within minutes she was exchanging small talk with the group and laughing away. They asked her about why she'd moved to town and she entered into her cover story. She was European writer researching American history, at this Beth could contain herself no longer. Kate's mental manipulation had been more powerful and specific with Beth and she was desperate to impress and ingratiate herself with Kate. "Oh really? Whereabouts in Europe? My family has European roots, German or Czech I think". The other ladies frowned ever so slightly and Kate got the distinct impression Beth was determined to make everyone aware of her heritage at any opportunity.

Kate smiled inwardly but feigned interest "I am from Spain originally, have you travelled in Europe much?"


Beth's face fell slightly at this "Oh no" she said sadly "just a soccer-mom here I'm afraid". Her senses told her one or two of the other ladies were delighted that Beth's revelling in her recent genealogy discoveries had been cut short. A flush here, a twitch of a smile there.

Kate decided to use this as an opportunity "JUST a soccer mom? In Spain we our take futbol VERY seriously believe me.". Beth was clearly delighted at this and the conversation continued as the group of woman endeavoured to welcome this attractive, interesting, strangely captivating stranger to their congregation".

After about twenty minutes Reverend Wilma and the ladies had invited Kate to their lunch-club and afternoon teas. It was going perfectly according to her plan but she was eager to focus on her main target. Thankfully before too long Carl sauntered over "Mom, we probably need to go...I have practise".

Beth smiled and rolled her eyes "This is my little Messi...if you saw his room you'd know why I called him that" Carl groaned whilst everyone else laughed. He blushed as he noticed Kate for the first time, without even being caressed by Kate's alluring powers he was already attracted to her. Kate sensed a wave of pleasure as his mom introduced him "Kate, this is Carl" Kate extended her hand and Carl shook it. The effect on Kate was instantaneous. She nearly came on the spot. Virgin Kingsblood, there was no doubting it, even the touch of his sweat sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body. For the merest second Kate felt her control and decorum slip...her fangs actually began to extend and a small climax surged through her. Then infinitesimally quickly she controlled herself.

"OH FUCK" she thought. This was all too good to be true. She had her prey. Pure, virgin Kingsblood. Unsullied and ripe for the taking. Her mind was a whirlwind. If just touching him was that pleasurable imagine having him cum inside her, imagine feeding off him. She began work immediately touching Carl's mind and planting her Glamour into his unsuspecting mind. She had done this many times and was totally adept. Carl would now focus on no-one else but Kate. She would dominate his thoughts and dreams from now on. He would quickly lose interest in all other women as the Vampyric manipulation took hold.

Standing virtually ignored now was a pretty young blond girl who seeing Carl neglecting her for this darkly alluring older woman coughed slightly for attention. Carl was snapped out of his reverie "Oh, Kate...this is Stacey my girlfiend". Kate smiled warmly and took her hand earnestly "Not for long sister" Kate thought.

The group chatted amiably for a short while before they began to disperse. Kate was overjoyed at her morning's work. There was still lots to do but she had made huge progress on just her first morning.

As this was happening across town a lady called Brigid dropped the book she was reading. At first she couldn't believe she what she was sensing. Magic, here in Lincoln Lake?