Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 17:39:29
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: St Johns Eve: Saberteeth Part 1

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between teenagers under age of eighteen and mild scenes of violence
of unnatural nature. If those topic disturb you, please do not read any
further

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Saberteeth /part I/

NIGHT; BY THE LAKE

Karol heard a soft, yet loud thud, like a sack of sand falling on the
ground. He grunted with resignation. As all the devoted anglers, he
detested noises in all their shapes and sizes. That's why he usually went
fishing at night. That's when he was able to fully enjoy a true pleasure of
quietly and intently waiting for a fish to take a bait. Some people, who
clearly didn't possess a soul of a true hunter, might think that it's
boring and tiresome to just sit still for a few hours and keep an eye on a
float. Karol, who already lived fifty years on this world on the other
hand, couldn't think of a better way to relax. Sadly, as a working man, he
couldn't afford to go fishing night by night.

When he thought about it, his anger became even stronger. He rose from his
camp chair, and cleared away the bushes that were growing at the
lakeshore. He took out a flashlight from his pocket and looked around. To
the left, not far from where he was standing, something was crawling among
the threes. The creature had a dark skin and a mop of blood red hair. Karol
furrowed his brows. Even though the strange entity was moving on all fours,
it was definitely human, or at least humanoid. Whatever, or whoever that
was, they weren't wearing any clothes!

`Hey you! What the fuck are you doing here?'

The only answer he got, was a guttural groan. The creature was circling
him, cautious and focused.

`Are you drunk? Go the fuck away and bother someone else!'

But the creature wouldn't listen. It started moving faster and before he
knew it, it was behind Karol's back. Instinctively, he started to turn
around. He heard a loud grunt, and a heavy weight on his shoulders and back
has pinned him down to the ground. He tried to struggle and get up, but he
screamed, as he felt sharp claws sinking into his body. However, his pain
didn't last long. After a horrible smell of decaying meat surrounded him
and a set of razor sharp teeth crushed his neck, he didn't feel or hear or
see anything, even the float rhythmically sinking and emerging.





MORNING





It's already been twenty one days since I've decided to spend a part of the
summer at my grandparent's. Damian reminded me of it, when I met him by the
fence of his house for our daily jogging session. As we circle the lake, he
suddenly says:

`I bet you have the rest of a summer already figured out? Going abroad
perhaps?'

I think for a moment. Should I tease him a little? Or maybe try to get some
sincerity from him? The things that Marcin and Tomek told me on a football
field a few days ago needed confirmation.

`I'm not sure. You?'

`You must be kidding. - chuckles Damian, but I can see he's a little
embarrassed - My parents couldn't afford it. You on the other hand...'

`What about me?'

`Come on, I can spot a good clothes, when I see them.' - he answers with
slightest bitterness.

I frown my forehead, and run in silence alongside him. Until that moment I
didn't even notice it, but he was mostly wearing a no brand clothes that
his mother got him on a weekly market in the nearby town. I was amazed that
he felt intimidated because of something so meaningless.

`I'm not going anywhere abroad. - I answer simply, and after a moment I add
- Actually I was thinking about staying here for another month.'

`Really?! - he bursts out with a huge smile, which he momentarily
suppresses - Aren't you getting bored in this shithole?'

`Believe me, this place is everything but boring! - I giggle - It's much
better than my city. And you four really grew on me!'

`The grass is alway greener on the other side, eh? If I lived in the city,
I would never get bored, I mean there's so much to do over there!'

`Then you have to be very creative - I scoff - because to me living in a
big city is boring as hell.'

`Typical big city kid...' - shoots back Damian, and we both laugh.

`So, what are the country kids like? Marcin and Tomek for example?'

`Why them?' - asks Damian and stops. I stop running as well. For a moment
he looks into my eyes with intensity.

`Why not? - I smile and shrug my shoulders - Are they into some top secret
stuff?'

`No, I was just surprised. I didn't think you give a shit about them.'

Damian gasps and covers his mouth with a palm. He seems just as surprised
by his own words as me.

`Why would you say that? I like them, Adam a-and you. Of course I care
about the four of you.'

`Sorry. I don't know why did I say it.  - replies Damian, which unsettles
me a bit - What do you wanna know about them?'

He nods his chin and we resume our jogging.

`I don't know. They just seem much closer to each other than to you, or
Adam.'

`They are neighbours - replies Damian - so it's pretty natural that they
spent a lot of time together.'

`So it was them at the beginning and you and Adam joined in?'

`Pretty much. Why do you ask?'

`Oh, it's just unusual that you two hang out with guys that are a year
younger than you. All of my friends back in the city are from my grade.'

`There aren't that much kids here, so I kind of had to make do with whoever
was available.'

`I know you like them, but that sounded kind of cold!' - I comment in a
goofy tone, to not sound too accusive.

`It wasn't cold, I was just stating facts.' - Damian shrugs his shoulders.

`Which is quite cold.' - I mock him.

`Piss off - he laughs - they're my best friends... and so are you, even if
I could turn back time, I would still want you all by my side.'

`If you lived in a big city, chances are that you wouldn't even know that
they exist!'

`Then maybe I'm better off living here?'

`Good to hear that from someone who craved big city life five minutes ago.'

`I guess you made me realise how much I take for granted. How will I ever
repay you?' - he asks in over dramatic tone.

`With honesty. You see, there is a stupid question I wanted to ask, but...'

`Ask away.'

`Well, a lot of kids I know, uh, fooled around at some point.'

`Fooled around?' - he gave me a sharp look.

`You know, played doctor. Did you?'

`Why do you ask? - I'm worried as he seems really unsettled by that
question - Did Marcin and Tomasz tell you something?'

`No, of course not! That's just what kids do, it's normal, and I was just
curious...'

`Well, we didn't.' - Damian cuts me off.

Even if I haven't already known the truth, his aggressive attitude gives
away his deception. I am angry at myself for jumping to quick into this
topic. It makes me wonder though. What was the reason of his lies? Is he
gay and afraid that I almost nailed him, or straight and outraged by my
innuendo?



My train of thought falls off the rails, as Damian grabs my shoulder and we
both stop. Only now repulsive smell transfixes my nostrils. It's like
copper and forrest and meat, that has gone bad. We both clench fingers
around our noses and look at each other with disgust.

`If this is one of your giant farts, I'm never talking to you again.'

`Come on, this isn't time for stupid jokes! - I reply, rolling my eyes at
him - Something really bad obviously happened here!'

All around us, we hear buzzing of thousands of flies. Following that sound
and the stench, we cross into the forest. Just behind the line of threes,
we discover a mutilated body. Oh my God, the arm is ripped off, the belly
is torn open, and throat is covered in blood.

`What the fuck has happened here?' - murmurs Damian.

As much as I want to say something, I can't. My knees feel weak, and as I
fall on all fours. I throw up and cough. Damian crouches beside me, places
his hand on my shoulder me and asks:

`Michal, are you alright?'

Instead of reply, another stream of vomit spills out of my mouth. I take a
few deep breaths and once I feel a bit better, I ask him:

`Do you have your cell on you? We have to call the police.'

`Yeah, hang in there, and I'll call them.'

I stand up and exit the forest as fast as I can. Damian follows me, while
waiting for the dial. We are sitting at the side of the path as he talks to
the police. With my eyes closed, I take deep breaths to regain my
composure. The smell of forest, usually so relaxing and refreshing, is now
corrupted, tainted with disgusting stench of decay. And yet nothing seems
out of order, since nature is already starting it's work on the corpse. In
the bigger picture this is just another step in the big circle of
life. Kill, or be killed. Simple as this. Fifteen minutes later, the cops
are there. We give our statements and are free to go home. Policemen seem
as much shocked as we are. However none of them throws up, it's clear that
they have never seen such brutality.

A while later, as we are walking back home, I ask Damian:

`What do you think has happened?'

`Looks like attack of a big animal.'

`Yeah, but don't animals eat their prey? Don't you think what we saw was
too cruel?'

`Cruel or not, it was done by something with large teeth and claws. It had
to be an animal.'

"Or a vampire, werewolf, Leszy or whatever new monster that decided to
visit us." - I think to myself. My question, in its nature was a call for
reasonable explanation, but Damian's answer was far to vague to be
credible.

`Do you know who this guy was?' I ask him after few seconds.

`Yeah. His name was Karol. He loved fishing by the lake.'

This reminds me of Slawomir, a first guy on whom I used Rusalek's charm.

`Do you know this hunter guy that died a month ago?'

`Kinda. What about him?'

`I don't know. They were sort of similar, weren't they?'

`Both old, both were hunting, both died horridly. But nothing more.'

`Nothing more?' - I repeat, feeling that he said that for a reason.

`They were neighbours and hated each other. They used to quarrel over some
useless patch of land.'

`And if they were still alive, do you think they could kill to make their
point?'

`No! Why would they do that?'

`People are like this. - I explain - Maybe the hunter's family thought that
this Karol killed him and wanted to avenge him?'

`I don't think he had any family to avenge him. And come on, we're not in
Sicilia! - Damian shakes his head skeptically - Besides, it really doesn't
look like something that human could do.'

`What animal exactly? What species? - I replied, to which Damian only
shrugged his shoulders - Maybe a bear or a big lynx could do that, but
there are no bears or lynxes in these forests!'

`Okay, okay, just stop moaning! - growls Damian - Besides, you don't get to
just accept and dismiss what I say. If you're so smart, then come up with
something.'

`A serial killer?' - I propose, and hear Damian laughing frantically.

`Seriously? Is that the best you've got? How about a vampire or a mutated
spider?'

`The killer is possible! - I choose to defend my reasoning - The body is
mutilated, but nothing was eaten.'

`Fine, but human couldn't hurt him like that! We don't have teeth or claws
that long!'

`It could be some sort of fucked up blade... something that he ordered
especially for this purpose.'

I'm not even sure why am I so adamant about convincing him that I'm
right. Is it just my usual stubbornness? Or is it important for me to be
viewed by him as a figure of authority? Or maybe I want to guide him a bit
closer to a true explanation? For a moment I actually considered telling
him the truth, but decided against it eventually. If I hadn't witnessed
them by myself after all, I wouldn't believe they could possibly
happen. Demons? Monsters? Magic? Damian would think that I'm a lunatic! I
would rather tell him that I'm gay! Which, of course I don't do. We argue
about strange incident until we reach his house, and we part ways without
deciding who was right. We are even a bit mad at each other, but that will
surely blow over before tomorrow.





After next three days things are getting worse. Three more bodies are
discovered, all torn to pieces. All of them are of men in their fifties and
sixties. All of them are attacked at night. Finally, police decides to
introduce a curfew. Nobody is allowed to stay outside after a sunset and
police cars are patrolling the village. I manage to convince my
grandparents to not call my mother. After all, besides being the only
person who understands the nature of a problem, I don't want to leave after
I promised Damian to prolong my stay here. And if you call me stupid for
it, then you've probably never been in love.

As for Rusalek, he has spent three last nights outside to find out more
about this new threat, and how to deal with it. I haven't seen him all this
time (I explained to the guys that he went back home at least until murders
stop) and waited until late at each night to learn the truth as soon as
possible. Finally, on the third night he appears in my room out of thin
air. Typically for him, he chooses to land on my midsection, so that he
straddles my hips.

`Do you honestly think that we can have a serious conversation like this?'

`I'm not sitting on your mouth, master. You should be able to speak just
fine.'

I slide my hands up his thighs and realise that he is naked. Equally mad
and aroused, I reply:

`Don't push your luck, ok? Anyway, tell me, What did you learn?'

`It's not good news, Master.' - he replies, somewhat hesitant.

`I figured out that much on my own. Come on, just tell me what's going on.'

`It's a Stregoi.'

`You mean, a vampire?'

`They're a bit similar, but not the same. Strigoi not only sucks victim
dry, by also rips apart their body.'

 `It fits with how this poor guy died. Anything more?'

`Vampires look pretty much the same as they did when they were alive, while
Stregoi's hair become red and their skin darkens.'

`Aren't vampires pale and bloodless?'

`If they feed regularly, they look just like regular humans. That's the
part of their hunting strategy. Get close, and then strike.'

`Lovely. - I reply with a sheepish chuckle - And what's the strategy of
this "stregoi"?'

'He is like a rabid animal. No strategy, just rage and bloodlust.'

'That's why he doesn't eat them! - I deduce - He kills for the sake of
killing!'

'Mostly. But Stregoi often attacks people who somehow done him wrong in
their previous life.'

'Do they become Stregoi too?

`No. The last important difference is that to become a vampire, you have to
be bit by another vampire, while to become Stregoi you'd have to be cursed
by someone.'

`So, you're basically saying that it's somebody's fault that this monster
is here? What can we do about it?'

'Well, to defeat Stregoi, you have to find out who they were and then spend
a night... in their grave.'

'What the fuck? Are you serious?' - exclamation escapes my mouth.

'Whatever your ancestors believed in, became real in our dimension, and now
it's back in this world.' - explains Rusalek, shrugging his shoulders.

'Ancestors, what a bunch of bastards.'

'Mostly.' - admits Rusalek, which makes us break into uncontrollable
laughter.

'So what is the plan?' - I ask, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes.

'You have to find out, who's grave it is. Then, in the night I'll draw the
monster away and keep it busy, while you will do what needs to be done.'

'Beautifully phrased, too bad it's not so simple. There's a curfew and no
one is allowed to be outside after the sunset.'

'You're forgetting that I can do things. Like making us invisible!'

'And how much energy you'll need for this one?'

'A lot, in fact. - he smiles broadly - You know how much it takes to make
someone invisible?'

'How should I know?'

'Exactly! Trust me, I need more strength to fight this enemy.'

'Yeah, whatever. But I want you to top me, just this once. You can jerk me
off while you do it, so I can shoot.'

'I-I don't know master... I'm not used to this.'

'I'm not used to spending night in someone's grave, and yet I'm going to do
it! Come on!'

He rolls his eyes and smiles at me.

'Okay, but only because you're so brave.'



I return his smile and grab his butt to move his hips towards me. His cock
is already rock hard. I'm not a boylover in any way, always interested in
guys around my age or older, but there is something hot about him being
totally hairless. I move my hand upwards, caressing silky skin of his left
thigh, and surround his penis with my fingers to pull down his foreskin. He
gasps and moves his hips closer to my face. I extend my tongue and when it
touches his mushroom, electric bolt goes through our bodies. Rusalek bends
over me, leaning against the wall. His rod slides inside my mouth, leaving
a trail of delicious precum on my tongue. The taste is unbelievable. It's
more creamy and sweet, rather than salty. You could get a vague idea of it,
if you'd mix cream and honey, but it would hardly do the justice. If only
he'd agree to cum in my mouth, I'm sure the sensation would be ecstatic!
But for now, he only rock his hips, sliding in and out. I'm circling the
head and the shaft with my tongue with loudest slurps I can
produce. Rusalek smiles down at me and lets out a soft moan from time to
time.

Even if his butt is not in my plans for tonight, it feels nice to cup his
firm round cheeks, knead them and slide my finger between them. Sudden
invasion makes him gasp and jumps up, almost pushing his shaft into my
throat. His dick is to short to do that so as if in revenge, he takes it
out and starts slapping the shaft against my nose mouth and tongue. Then I
get to lick his balls. Then he slides back in and I resume coating his dick
with my spit, while he continues to rock his hips back and forth.

Although I can feel sweat streaming down his legs, and his dick twitching
in my mouth he doesn't seem to get close, or tired. My jaw on the other
hand, begins to ache. I pat him on thigh to draw his attention.

'How much longer do you wanna fuck my mouth? My jaw will come off!'

'I thought you were enjoying yourself, master!' - he says with a worried
expression.

'I am, I am! Just fuck me already, though.' - I reply with a giggle.

Always eager to obey me, Rusalek slides down my body, which gives me
opportunity to lick and bite on his nipple, kisses me with greed and
passion, and settles down between my legs. Forestalling his wish, I bring
my legs to my chest and grab them with my hands. Rusalek attacks my ass
with his tongue and starts making circles around my hole, driving me
crazy. My cock is hard as diamond, I desperately want to jack off, but I'm
forcing myself to keep my hands away until the main event. Rusalek is rapt,
that he keeps digging his fingers in my thighs and moaning. I can feel my
head spinning from all the sensations.

'Ooh - moan escapes my mouth - I want to be wet for you! Fuck me with your
tongue!'

Warm, moist probe enters my rosebud and starts poking around and I can't
help reaching out and grabbing his head, pressing it harder into my
crotch. I can feel his nose grinding into my skin, but even now, his tongue
is not enough. I need something bigger, harder, hotter! I let my legs fall
on the bed, grab Rusalek under his arms and pull him into my arms. I push
my tongue inside his mouth and taste him and myself. He grabs my hips and
positions his cock at my entrance. This alone is rewarded with my moan and
another kiss. He pushes in. I squeeze him to me and close my legs around
his bubble butt.

'Oh master, you're so warm inside! It feels sooo good!' - he whispers to my
face.

'YESSS.' - a groan is all I can manage as I can feel shivers running from
my loins, through the spine up to my brain.

Although his dick isn't big at all, it feels wonderful inside me. I'm sure
that some of his magic is involved, because even if he isn't doing anything
special, just rocking his hips back and forth, I'm beyond ecstatic.It feels
like ray of warm light is piercing my body, illuminating it and filling if
woth joy. I place my arm around his neck and feel his hot breath on my
chin. I bring my face to his and he grants me one more kiss. Then he
straightens up and supports my calves on his shoulders. My hands
immediately slide down to find my cock. It's so hard and hot. I can hardly
believe it, but it also feel an inch longer because of all the
heat. Rusalek thrusts into me with strength, eliciting long moans of
pleasure from my throat. His balls slap my buttcheeks loudly, as I stroke
my dick, almost violently.

'Oh! Oh, I'm sooo fucking close!' - I shouted.

Upon hearing this, Rusalek slid out of me, bends down and swallows me to
the hilt. With satisfied groan clenched butt, and arched back I blast my
cum straight into his throat.

Once I fall back on the bed, I feel empty and powerless, but basked in an
awesome afterglow. It makes me a bit sad. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able
to ever have sex better than the one I've just experienced.

'God... fuck me like this and I'll... sleep in graves for the rest of my
life!'


TBC


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