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The Goddess' Blessing, Chapter 2 - by Angie "kitn" Hughes
Tracy awoke feeling very relaxed. The deep sleep Baidh had put her into, had
held some... interesting dreams. Not all of them were overtly sexual, but all
were about the same person.
'Baidh just doesn't give up, does she? Not that I mind...' Tracy shivered
remembering some of the nicer bits of the dreams.
Getting up, Tracy brushed her teeth and took a bath, contemplating her
decision.
'I told Baidh I would tell Casey how I feel today... I guess I will. But I
hope she doesn't freak out, I don't want to lose her as a friend. And then
there's Victor, too... What did I do to him? The guy really hates me...' Her
thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone next to her bed.
"Hello?"
"Hi ya, Tracy! Excited about the dance? I'm really glad you asked me to go with
you."
"Oh, Casey, I was just thinking about you!"
"Oh, really?" Casey drawled, "and what were you thinking?"
Tracy spluttered for a second, before coughing out, "Um, you know, the dance
tonight and all."
"Yeah, right, I believe you, really," Casey toyed with sarcasm.
"Okay, promise not to freak out? Come over here and I'll tell you what I was
really thinking about."
'Okay, guess I'm committed now.'
'Trust me, it'll be okay,' Baidh added her thoughts.
"Gotcha, Trace, be there in a few minutes, I gotta dress first."
Tracy couldn't be sure, but she thought Casey sounded excited.
Tracy finished brushing her hair nervously, threw on a t-
shirt and jeans, and went to the front door. The sun was just barely cresting the field to the east, and the sky had a beautiful deep blue tint. Casey walked to the door sporting a big smile. "Come on up, Casey, I'm almost finished getting ready for school." The pair went back up to the bedroom where Baidh waited patiently on the bed. Her patience was rewarded when Casey picked her up and began softly
petting her fur. "So, um, Casey, I... was just wondering... oh, hell." Tracy almost squished Baidh leaning forward, and planted a long, passionate kiss on Casey's lips. Casey stiffened for a moment, then melted into the kiss, surprising Tracy. After a moment, they parted. "Do you hate me now?" Tracy asked, staring at the blanket. Casey's answer was a hand gently guiding Tracy's chin up, and Casey answered aloud, "Did I say you could stop?" Casey leaned forward this time, and Baidh hopped out of the way this time, as Casey showed Tracy just how upset she was. Tracy thought idly that Casey was a much better kisser than herself. 'See, I told you so.' Baidh had that smug look that cats always do so well. 'Shut up, you...' "You look a little dazed, Tracy. I wonder why?" Casey looked almost as smug as Baidh. "Ummm... Yeah..." Tracy blushed furiously 'You'd better go, or you're going to be late for school.' Baidh reminded Tracy. "Casey? We better get going, or we're gonna be late." The two stood up and started toward the school. Tracy wondered if maybe they shouldn't be holding hands, but decided in the end it didn't matter if anyone saw them as they entered the school. She was too happy to care. "Hey, you two, you look chipper this morning." Terra looked up from a notebook she was writing in. "Oh, well, I just can't wait for the dance tonight. I love my dress and can't wait to show it off!" Casey quickly covered. Tracy just nodded. Sarah finished her standard carton of milk, looking somewhat distracted, but asked in an amazing show of attention, "Tracy? Are you okay?" By the heat, Tracy could tell without looking that her blush went farther down than the neckline of her t-shirt. "Um, I think so, just a little nervous about the dance." Tracy half-truthed. "So anyway, who are you two going with?" Tracy silently applauded Casey's tactful change of subject. "Well, I'm going with Curt Young, and Terra netted Jack Weiser." "Curtis? I thought he was going with Erin!" "No way, Casey. She just said that to try and make me jealous. We've been planning to go together for a month. He told me he wouldn't cheat on me, anyway." "Well, Jack's a safe bet, and he's at least got a little brain to go with his cute butt." "Yeah, well, Brad's pretty smart. And he's a LOT cuter than Jack." Sarah and Terra argued amiably, so Tracy tuned them out for a moment, just in time to catch a glare across the cafeteria from Victor. "Casey? I'm not going to look again, but is Victor staring at me?" Tracy carefully studied a bite of something on her fork. "No... He's emptying his tray and leaving. Why, is he being a jerk again?" "I don't know, I just... saw him looking. It was probably nothing." Sarah looked hard at Tracy, having caught the quiet exchange. "Tracy, seriously. Is something wrong? You look really worried." Sarah looked pretty worried, too, as did Casey. Terra was writing in her notebook again. "Really, it's nothing." The class bell rang and Tracy quickly stood up to return to class, thanking the too-short lunch for once. On the way home from school, casey confronted Tracy again. "What's wrong, Tracy? I don't buy what you said at school. There's some problem with Vic, I can tell." "It's personal, Casey I'm not sure-" "More personal than what you told me this morning?" Casey asked pointedly. "You wouldn't believe me." "Try me.' "Well, okay, I'll tell you, but I warned you, you won't believe me. Let's get to my house." Tracy gave in, she really needed to talk to someone about it anyway, someone other than a telepathic cat. At 3:45 or so, Tracy returned home, wondering what to do about the dance. She couldn't wait for it, but one thought filled her with terror. 'What are my friends going to think when they see that I don't know how to dance?' Had she, in this new past, learned dance? It seemed likely, since a lot of cheerleading moves were based on dance moves, and she had been a cheerleader. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at a Trigonometry book, but the worry kept her from concentrating. Turning away, she noticed her little personal altar, with its neatly arranged jars of dried herbs, copper bowl, and other various things of personal value. An errant thought suggested trying it. "No way... Not for something so unimportant." Having said that, she turned back to her book. After a while, she managed to finish her homework. 'Baidh?' The kitten was absent, strangely. Tracy would have worried, but then again Baidh was very intelligent (telepathy aside!) and knew how to keep out of trouble, so Tracy let it be. On a whim, Tracy dug through her music collection, finding a techno dance music CD she had burned on her dad's computer, and set it to track seven, a song by Blumchen. "Wish upon a star, you're so near but yet so far... Don't you see the light, it shines oh so bright... Wish upon a star, you're so sweet is what you are... Too good to be true, and I'm so in love... with you!" It felt good to let go and sing at the top of her voice, no one there to listen. She tried dancing, and found it not too hard. 'Hey, this is kinda fun...' She just moved to the beat, not trying to do anything special, and it felt great! Around five, she was interrupted in her private reverie by the ringing of the phone. "Hello?" "Tracy? I'm just calling to let you know I have to work late." "Sure, Dad, no problem." "Well, when your Mom gets back from her class, tell her I'll be back about six- thirty, okay? Don't leave for the dance until I get there!" "Dad, you know I'll wait for you!" Tracy laughed. "Okay, honey, see you then. "Bye, Dad!" Click. 'Five already? I'd better get ready!' Tracy flew into preparations for the dance, in a frenzy of shower, dress, hair, makeup and overall primping session. Most of it went easily enough, but after three tries and restarts, she decided to get help with the makeup. "Mom? Are you back yet?" She called down the stairs. "Yes, Tracy?" "Can you come up here? I can't seem to get my makeup quite right." As her mom walked into her room, Tracy finished cleaning off the latest disaster. "What's wrong, honey?" "I can't get my makeup right, I think I'm just too nervous. Will you help me?" Too nervous, right. Not like a lack of practice had anything to do with it, nosirree. "Sure, Tracy, face the mirror." Her mom carefully applied a base coat, followed by powder, some blush, eyeliner and mascara (Sit still, Tracy, I know you're nervous.), eyeshadow, lipliner and lipstick, being careful to get the corners neatly. Tracy carefully watched, committing every motion to memory. "There, sweetie, all finished." "Thanks, Mom, you're a life saver!" "It's what moms are for! So, who are you going with?" Helpful, and curious! "Just Casey, Mom, I just wanted it to be fun, and a guy would've made the night too tense right now." "Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time. Just remember to be back by two, alright?" "Okay, Mom, I will. Wouldn't want my new dress to turn back into rags, or Casey's car a pumpkin!" They both laughed at that, just as the door opened and Tracy's dad returned. "What's so funny? You look great, Tracy, the boys are going to fall at your feet!" He walked in talking, then paused to kiss Mrs. Campbell hello. "Well, then I'll have to pick whoever doesn't look up while he's down there!" He roared with laughter at that. "That's my girl, Tracy, give 'em what for!" Just then the doorbell rang. Tracy turned to answer it, and there stood Casey, radiant in the patented "little black dress." "Wow, Casey, great dress!" Casey seemed to come out of a short trance and looked up to meet Tracy's eyes. "Yeah, you too... Seriously..." The Campbells fussed over the girls for a while before allowing them to leave for the dance, but even tually they found themselves at the double-doors leading to the school gymnasium. The sounds of fairly decent if somewhat outdated music crept past the door, and a few students stood outside, bored or sneaking a smoke. None paid them any attention as they passed, except one. Victor watched from the bushes where he had been hiding with a cigarette, and smiled. It was not a nice smile. "Casey, I'm going to get some punch, you want some?" Tracy yelled above the loud music. "Sure! Thanks!" Casey kept dancing, and Tracy spent a moment just watching her move. Shaking her head to clear it a bit, she moved to the refreshment table and grabbed a couple of glasses. "Hey, Tracy. Nice night for a dance." Despite the words, the voice behind Tracy practically dripped with venom. She turned to face Victor. "It could be nicer..." She answered with a straight face. "Oh yes, it could." "Victor, what did I do to you? Why do you hate me so much?" ; "That's very simple. I liked being the only one in town with any power. And I will be again. How's your little friend... Casey, I believe? She's a cute one." "Leave her out of this. Is that all it is, you just want more power?" Tracy was horrified at the idea he would hate her so much for something so impersonal. "That, and I can't stand little faggot boys like you. It makes me sick. Rid the world of one of you, and take my town back. It's killing two birds with one stone, so to speak." So saying he turned his back and started to walk away. "Better catch your little girlfriend, looks like she's in trouble." Tracy turned quickly to face Casey, who was quickly being cornered by a group of the guys Tracy used to call friends. They looked to have decidedly unfriendly intentions, and were keeping the crowd between themselves and the watchful eyes of the few teachers available to chaperone. "Casey!" Tracy ran, shoving her way through the crowd, and grabbed one of the guys. Eric, she thought. He was nice enough, in the old life. "Eric, what are you doing? All of you, back off!" The group, four boys that Tracy would have sworn would never have done anything like what they were doing, turned and looked at Tracy with an almost tangible hate. "Casey, run!" Tracy took off into the crowd again, hoping the yell would attract teacher attention, and that the crowd would slow pursuit. Casey, for her part, took the hint and was out the door. As adults arrived on the scene, the boys who had seemed so menacing suddenly looked confused, but Tracy left anyway, searching out Casey. Minutes later, Tracy found Casey sitting by the small flower garden in the path from street to school building, looking worried. "Tracy, are you okay? What the hell was with those guys? I thought Eric was my friend..." "Casey, I don't think he was actually in control of himself. The Eric I know would never have been a part of that, or those other guys, either." Tracy wasn't sure about anyone anymore, but Casey seemed so surprised by the way they had been acting, it was a safe bet they didn't normally do these things, no matter how much reality had changed. "How do you know? He didn't look stoned or anything..." "I'm pretty sure. And I'm pretty sure Victor was behind it, too. I'm sorry, it happened to you because you were here with me." Tracy stared at the ground between her feet as she said the last. "Tracy... Lets go for a walk. I think you need to tell me about Victor, there's more going on than you've told anyone, I think." --- End
shirt and jeans, and went to the front door. The sun was just barely cresting the field to the east, and the sky had a beautiful deep blue tint. Casey walked to the door sporting a big smile. "Come on up, Casey, I'm almost finished getting ready for school." The pair went back up to the bedroom where Baidh waited patiently on the bed. Her patience was rewarded when Casey picked her up and began softly
petting her fur. "So, um, Casey, I... was just wondering... oh, hell." Tracy almost squished Baidh leaning forward, and planted a long, passionate kiss on Casey's lips. Casey stiffened for a moment, then melted into the kiss, surprising Tracy. After a moment, they parted. "Do you hate me now?" Tracy asked, staring at the blanket. Casey's answer was a hand gently guiding Tracy's chin up, and Casey answered aloud, "Did I say you could stop?" Casey leaned forward this time, and Baidh hopped out of the way this time, as Casey showed Tracy just how upset she was. Tracy thought idly that Casey was a much better kisser than herself. 'See, I told you so.' Baidh had that smug look that cats always do so well. 'Shut up, you...' "You look a little dazed, Tracy. I wonder why?" Casey looked almost as smug as Baidh. "Ummm... Yeah..." Tracy blushed furiously 'You'd better go, or you're going to be late for school.' Baidh reminded Tracy. "Casey? We better get going, or we're gonna be late." The two stood up and started toward the school. Tracy wondered if maybe they shouldn't be holding hands, but decided in the end it didn't matter if anyone saw them as they entered the school. She was too happy to care. "Hey, you two, you look chipper this morning." Terra looked up from a notebook she was writing in. "Oh, well, I just can't wait for the dance tonight. I love my dress and can't wait to show it off!" Casey quickly covered. Tracy just nodded. Sarah finished her standard carton of milk, looking somewhat distracted, but asked in an amazing show of attention, "Tracy? Are you okay?" By the heat, Tracy could tell without looking that her blush went farther down than the neckline of her t-shirt. "Um, I think so, just a little nervous about the dance." Tracy half-truthed. "So anyway, who are you two going with?" Tracy silently applauded Casey's tactful change of subject. "Well, I'm going with Curt Young, and Terra netted Jack Weiser." "Curtis? I thought he was going with Erin!" "No way, Casey. She just said that to try and make me jealous. We've been planning to go together for a month. He told me he wouldn't cheat on me, anyway." "Well, Jack's a safe bet, and he's at least got a little brain to go with his cute butt." "Yeah, well, Brad's pretty smart. And he's a LOT cuter than Jack." Sarah and Terra argued amiably, so Tracy tuned them out for a moment, just in time to catch a glare across the cafeteria from Victor. "Casey? I'm not going to look again, but is Victor staring at me?" Tracy carefully studied a bite of something on her fork. "No... He's emptying his tray and leaving. Why, is he being a jerk again?" "I don't know, I just... saw him looking. It was probably nothing." Sarah looked hard at Tracy, having caught the quiet exchange. "Tracy, seriously. Is something wrong? You look really worried." Sarah looked pretty worried, too, as did Casey. Terra was writing in her notebook again. "Really, it's nothing." The class bell rang and Tracy quickly stood up to return to class, thanking the too-short lunch for once. On the way home from school, casey confronted Tracy again. "What's wrong, Tracy? I don't buy what you said at school. There's some problem with Vic, I can tell." "It's personal, Casey I'm not sure-" "More personal than what you told me this morning?" Casey asked pointedly. "You wouldn't believe me." "Try me.' "Well, okay, I'll tell you, but I warned you, you won't believe me. Let's get to my house." Tracy gave in, she really needed to talk to someone about it anyway, someone other than a telepathic cat. At 3:45 or so, Tracy returned home, wondering what to do about the dance. She couldn't wait for it, but one thought filled her with terror. 'What are my friends going to think when they see that I don't know how to dance?' Had she, in this new past, learned dance? It seemed likely, since a lot of cheerleading moves were based on dance moves, and she had been a cheerleader. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at a Trigonometry book, but the worry kept her from concentrating. Turning away, she noticed her little personal altar, with its neatly arranged jars of dried herbs, copper bowl, and other various things of personal value. An errant thought suggested trying it. "No way... Not for something so unimportant." Having said that, she turned back to her book. After a while, she managed to finish her homework. 'Baidh?' The kitten was absent, strangely. Tracy would have worried, but then again Baidh was very intelligent (telepathy aside!) and knew how to keep out of trouble, so Tracy let it be. On a whim, Tracy dug through her music collection, finding a techno dance music CD she had burned on her dad's computer, and set it to track seven, a song by Blumchen. "Wish upon a star, you're so near but yet so far... Don't you see the light, it shines oh so bright... Wish upon a star, you're so sweet is what you are... Too good to be true, and I'm so in love... with you!" It felt good to let go and sing at the top of her voice, no one there to listen. She tried dancing, and found it not too hard. 'Hey, this is kinda fun...' She just moved to the beat, not trying to do anything special, and it felt great! Around five, she was interrupted in her private reverie by the ringing of the phone. "Hello?" "Tracy? I'm just calling to let you know I have to work late." "Sure, Dad, no problem." "Well, when your Mom gets back from her class, tell her I'll be back about six- thirty, okay? Don't leave for the dance until I get there!" "Dad, you know I'll wait for you!" Tracy laughed. "Okay, honey, see you then. "Bye, Dad!" Click. 'Five already? I'd better get ready!' Tracy flew into preparations for the dance, in a frenzy of shower, dress, hair, makeup and overall primping session. Most of it went easily enough, but after three tries and restarts, she decided to get help with the makeup. "Mom? Are you back yet?" She called down the stairs. "Yes, Tracy?" "Can you come up here? I can't seem to get my makeup quite right." As her mom walked into her room, Tracy finished cleaning off the latest disaster. "What's wrong, honey?" "I can't get my makeup right, I think I'm just too nervous. Will you help me?" Too nervous, right. Not like a lack of practice had anything to do with it, nosirree. "Sure, Tracy, face the mirror." Her mom carefully applied a base coat, followed by powder, some blush, eyeliner and mascara (Sit still, Tracy, I know you're nervous.), eyeshadow, lipliner and lipstick, being careful to get the corners neatly. Tracy carefully watched, committing every motion to memory. "There, sweetie, all finished." "Thanks, Mom, you're a life saver!" "It's what moms are for! So, who are you going with?" Helpful, and curious! "Just Casey, Mom, I just wanted it to be fun, and a guy would've made the night too tense right now." "Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time. Just remember to be back by two, alright?" "Okay, Mom, I will. Wouldn't want my new dress to turn back into rags, or Casey's car a pumpkin!" They both laughed at that, just as the door opened and Tracy's dad returned. "What's so funny? You look great, Tracy, the boys are going to fall at your feet!" He walked in talking, then paused to kiss Mrs. Campbell hello. "Well, then I'll have to pick whoever doesn't look up while he's down there!" He roared with laughter at that. "That's my girl, Tracy, give 'em what for!" Just then the doorbell rang. Tracy turned to answer it, and there stood Casey, radiant in the patented "little black dress." "Wow, Casey, great dress!" Casey seemed to come out of a short trance and looked up to meet Tracy's eyes. "Yeah, you too... Seriously..." The Campbells fussed over the girls for a while before allowing them to leave for the dance, but even tually they found themselves at the double-doors leading to the school gymnasium. The sounds of fairly decent if somewhat outdated music crept past the door, and a few students stood outside, bored or sneaking a smoke. None paid them any attention as they passed, except one. Victor watched from the bushes where he had been hiding with a cigarette, and smiled. It was not a nice smile. "Casey, I'm going to get some punch, you want some?" Tracy yelled above the loud music. "Sure! Thanks!" Casey kept dancing, and Tracy spent a moment just watching her move. Shaking her head to clear it a bit, she moved to the refreshment table and grabbed a couple of glasses. "Hey, Tracy. Nice night for a dance." Despite the words, the voice behind Tracy practically dripped with venom. She turned to face Victor. "It could be nicer..." She answered with a straight face. "Oh yes, it could." "Victor, what did I do to you? Why do you hate me so much?" ; "That's very simple. I liked being the only one in town with any power. And I will be again. How's your little friend... Casey, I believe? She's a cute one." "Leave her out of this. Is that all it is, you just want more power?" Tracy was horrified at the idea he would hate her so much for something so impersonal. "That, and I can't stand little faggot boys like you. It makes me sick. Rid the world of one of you, and take my town back. It's killing two birds with one stone, so to speak." So saying he turned his back and started to walk away. "Better catch your little girlfriend, looks like she's in trouble." Tracy turned quickly to face Casey, who was quickly being cornered by a group of the guys Tracy used to call friends. They looked to have decidedly unfriendly intentions, and were keeping the crowd between themselves and the watchful eyes of the few teachers available to chaperone. "Casey!" Tracy ran, shoving her way through the crowd, and grabbed one of the guys. Eric, she thought. He was nice enough, in the old life. "Eric, what are you doing? All of you, back off!" The group, four boys that Tracy would have sworn would never have done anything like what they were doing, turned and looked at Tracy with an almost tangible hate. "Casey, run!" Tracy took off into the crowd again, hoping the yell would attract teacher attention, and that the crowd would slow pursuit. Casey, for her part, took the hint and was out the door. As adults arrived on the scene, the boys who had seemed so menacing suddenly looked confused, but Tracy left anyway, searching out Casey. Minutes later, Tracy found Casey sitting by the small flower garden in the path from street to school building, looking worried. "Tracy, are you okay? What the hell was with those guys? I thought Eric was my friend..." "Casey, I don't think he was actually in control of himself. The Eric I know would never have been a part of that, or those other guys, either." Tracy wasn't sure about anyone anymore, but Casey seemed so surprised by the way they had been acting, it was a safe bet they didn't normally do these things, no matter how much reality had changed. "How do you know? He didn't look stoned or anything..." "I'm pretty sure. And I'm pretty sure Victor was behind it, too. I'm sorry, it happened to you because you were here with me." Tracy stared at the ground between her feet as she said the last. "Tracy... Lets go for a walk. I think you need to tell me about Victor, there's more going on than you've told anyone, I think." --- End
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