Blood Dancer - Part 3

Kate sat in the bleachers at the side of the soccer pitch, almost everyone there was relaxing in shorts and t-shirts whilst Kate wore culottes, a long-sleeve linen blouse, wide, round sunglasses and a broad floppy brimmed hat.

A few of the ladies had enquired if she was hot and she had waved off the suggestion telling them how warm it was in her native southern Spain. In truth the pain was building and after so many years of immunity from it's fierce deadly rays she despised her own increasing weakness.

It had been a week since she had first attended church. In that time she had been busy ingratiating herself into the circle of friends that surrounded the Langburgs. It had actually been pathetically easy. After her first encounter the subtle attraction she had created in their minds had meant that, in fact, they had some sought her out. "Like lambs to the slaughter" she thought with a playful smile. It was plain to see in their actions as Kate leaned over to her looking her square in the face "It's not going great is it?" she said. When speaking to everyone else around her Beth kept her eyes firmly on the field but with Kate she desired the intimacy of the face to face conversation. She was totally enthralled with the Vampyre queen sitting mere inches away from her and didn't even realise it.

"There is still time, don't worry Carl can do it" said Kate with a reassuring smile. Beth frowned. The local high school were a goal down and down to ten men and were very lucky to still be in the game. Carl had not played well and Beth had confided that he had been having a difficult week after having argued with Stacey. Kate was, obviously, delighted to hear this. Her gentle massaging of Carl's feelings would have ensured he couldn't stop thinking about her and made him distracted and aloof to other woman. She had sighs and looked sad and dispensed some lame platitudes about young love but inwardly she was cheering wildly.

The game went on and was apporaching it's finish, a few cheers of encouragement went up but it the general consensus was that it was not going to be their day. Beth glanced over and smiled in stoic solidarity.

She had been made extremely welcome by the ladies of Lincoln Lake and was actually enjoying the pleasant, dullness of the town. Reverend Wilma was definitely going above and beyond the call of duty as a pastor welcoming a new parishionner and Kate was almost certain she was a closetted lesbian infatuated with her. This could become complicated as her lust grew and grew but if everything went according to plan she entertained the idea of a tryst with the plump, buxom homely woman. Nothing, however, was to distract from Carl. He was so precious...the thought of him made her clench her thighs together. A handsome, vital, attractive young source of Kingsblood. The ultimate prize for a Vampyre and only she, Ekaterina de los Villamorte, knew his location or that he even existed.

The thrill of the situation made breathless with desire, reckless with the sheer exhileration of it all. She leant back and decided to have some fun. Why not she'd ensured an afternoon in the deady blistering sun in order to get close to Beth and Carl...she deserved some excitement.

She reached out with her mind and delicately touched Carl's mind fuelling his adrenelin. He sprinted forward and shouted for the ball, suddenly more energetic than the rest of the team. He surged towards the opposition goal where a wall of defenders waited for him. Kate picked her moment perfectly, she turned her attention to the opposition defender and coaxed an angry wave of emotion onto him. All his poise and timing went out of the window as her lurched towards Carl barely even noticeing the ball. The result was an ungainly tangle of limbs just inside the penalty area and Carl sliding across the turf.

Kate grinned to herself and everyone around her stood up howling for the inevitable penalty. She glanced at the stadium clock, it showed 93:47.

Carl, surging with maculinity and adrenelin, got up straight away and grabbed a the ball. Several team mates jogged forward suggesting they take it but Carl stood his ground. Kate now reversed her magically stimulus and gave her target a zen-like calm. The penalty sailed into the net and all around her went wild. Beth hugged Kate and jumped for joy. Kate allowed herself a broad grin, why couldn't a girl have a bit of fun.

The stadium was alive with happiness apart from one person. In the stand opposite sat Brigid Malone, red-headed history English teacher and lifelong witch. Kate's magical intervention had hit her like a bucket of cold water. She had felt the first waves a week ago but had convinced herself it had been a mistake or a passing event. Nothing to do with Lincoln Lake...now there was no mistaking it. Someone in this stadium was using dark magic. She had never encountered anything of the sort since she'd moved here...it turned her life upside down.

Amidst the cheering and the excitment over the game's finale she tried to reach out with her own senses and home in on who it was but after the first two surges it had disappeared just as soon as it arrived. She looked around frantically and then lambasted herself. It was hardly likely that the person using the sorcery would be visibly detectable. She began to panic as the stadium hushed for the kick. She cursed herself for being so out of practice with the 'craft. Then just as the kick was ready to be taken she felt it again. She didn't even acknowledge the on-field action merely opened her senses to get a bearing on the magic.

There! she looked across the stadium to a crowded area. No-one particularly notable but she recognised Reverend Wilma. Someone in her circle of friends? Surely not she thought. As the stadium erupted she quietly slipped out of her seat and started planning her next move.