Blood Magic

Blood Magic

"Again!" Madame Sarah shouted to her class of ballet dancers as they twirled with such grace. From the side lines Emily scowled with envy as her talented fingers danced along the keys of the piano before her.
"Alright class dismissed" Sarah announced checking her watch. Sarah Lemone turned to her niece at the piano. "Will you mop and lock up for me tonight?"
A sharp nod was the only reply as the girl continued to play. Emily, for her part ignored the whispers about her. Most of the girls taking her aunts class were in her Private college. They called her weird, they called her a geek and they called her a lesbian because she wouldn't conform to their ways. Their ways, Emily smirked to herself, were for the weak and she was not weak. However Emily was still human and like any human she craved human company. Her family, wrapped up in their own affairs didn't notice Emily's silent suffering no did she want them to. She let her mind drift and become one with the music and the magic that danced with in it.
Magic. That's where Emily's real talent lay. Her teachers would tell you science or music but her tutor would tell you magic was. Magic ran through her family and several others but it was kept a secret to the world. There were still your witch hunters who hunted down those who used their power for evil.
Emily often grew tired of the rules surrounded being a `good witch'. Rules such as no using magic in public places, no you can't use love spells and no, you can't turn your maths teacher into a pineapple.
When the last of the girls and her aunt had left only then did Emily stop playing. She locked the door behind them and drew the blinds, outside the sun was setting and darkness taking over the area where the light had once been.
Emily pulled up her combats and closed the piano and covered it with the old bed sheet. She plugged in her MP3 players into the speakers and plugged the speakers in. Cracking her knuckles she examined her slender fingers slowly outstretching them as she concentrated, energy flowed between her finger tips and she allowed herself to revel in the feeling of sheer power before sending the power away from her. Immediately the floor bluffer sprang to life as the equipment folded away.
Emily herself began to change her clothes, the quiet little nerd from the back of class shed her false skin of insecurity, combats fell to the floor revealing two long tanned legs, the baggy jumper peeled away to reveal a soft female body. Yes Emily could afford to loose a few pounds. She wasn't as skinny the cheerleaders but she wasn't fat. Her hair usually pinned back with stray strands falling to hide her face was unclipped and left to fall around her shoulders.

When the floor was polished and the equipment away Emily admired herself in the mirror. Black knee high boots, knee length skirt and a red corset, her hair flowing in layers down her back, she smiled at herself and pulled out her keys and hand bag before locking up and leaving.

She took a deep breath as she stepped outside into the night air; the night changes every thing she thought as she walked across the street and to a bar called `Flaver'. The bouncers nodded to her as if they'd been expecting her, truth is they had. Every Friday night she would come here for a few drinks before heading to the night club around the corner where her and most of her class mates would go, `the place to be' was the term more commonly used for Jaqe's night club. When ever she was at Jaqe's she would recognise people from school, most who were cruel to her, and never would they recognise her, if they did they would have said some thing.
"Evening Em. Usual?" Asked Bryan turning to fetch her glass as she pulled out a ten dollar bill he took the money and handed over her cocktail.
"Thanks Bry" she said taking a sip. He handed her the change and as always two dollars fifty went into his tip jar and the five dollars in her purse. Bryan dried glasses watching her, her dark green eyes never left him either.
"Are you going to talk to me or stare at me?" she asked raising an eye brow as she slipped off her stool to walk over to the music player. Stabbing a few of the buttons she heard the familiar open beat.
"Blow me away" he said "good choice"
"was that what you were waiting for" she asked returning to him.
"Aye" he agreed watching as she slowly began moving her body to the beat at the bar. "How has collage been?" he asked finally.
"Glyn Phinnan Private college for the countries best" she said in a posh voice "Is a joke, the `students' still think their five and that I am a lesbian, a weirdo or a geek and forget my name is Emily and call me Oi."
"Stupid little rich kids" Bryan laughed.
"Hey I`m a rich kid too" She frowned.
"Difference is you're not a spoilt brat or a crowd follower like them." He pointed out. She smiled. No I'm not weak like them She thought, that thought kept her going on the hardest days. They lapsed into a comfortable conversation about music and Emily's recital at the end of the week.
"Shouldn't you be off enjoying your youth?" Bryan smiled. Emily raised an eye brow. Bryan at the age of 20 stood six foot tall, rugby player built and handsome even with stubble, which to Emily was a big turn off. She checked her watch any way and downed the last of her drink. She leant over the bar to give her friend a kiss on the cheek and straightened her skirt.
"Remember I`m picking you up at 1 tomorrow" he reminded her sternly.
"I will be ready Yoda." She joked as she headed for the exit. She enjoyed her time spent with Bryan but she hated the fact her father insisted she had a tutor in potion making even Bryan had told him that but her father would not listen. Her mind was stuck on this matter even as she walked into the club and the beat of the music thrummed inside her chest.
She head to the bar and ordered a shot of sambuka which she downed in one before paying and moving to the dance floor. She began to dance to the music in the middle of the throng of people that were on the dance floor.

Emily allowed herself to loose herself in the music, alcohol and the crowd. She flirted with boys, whom would taunt her in school with their alcohol saturated minds not even realising who she was. There were those she didn't know, she flirted with them too. A certain man caught her eye, stood their by the bar watching her. There was no doubt in her mind, his stare burnt her body. She felt desired, she felt precious, she felt a twinge of fear (which she ignored) and she felt dangerous. She turned to face him her eyes flirtatiously meeting his before closing as she bit her bottom lip; her hands smoothed her body as she danced enticingly.
Sure the man was handsome with his sharp blue eyes, dark hair and muscular build and she should have been over there chatting him up but instead she danced, teasing him, taunting him her every movement whispering `come get me' to her observer. She had seen this man before, here at the club, watching the school concerts, at the supermarket and probably other places too and she could never place the feeling that he caused, like cold fingers running down a warm back.