Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2015 21:29:05 +0100
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: St Johns Eve: Fight the Desitny chapter 3

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 the age of eighteen and mild scenes of
violence of unnatural nature; if those topic disturb you, please do not
read any further

From author : Thanks for all the feedback I got, regarding the previous
installment. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter even more, as all the
introductions are done and the story is finally setting off to the first
important plotline. Please, send me your feedback and thoughts on the
story; I would like to recommend you reading stories by a user known as
James;'New life with Denholm', 'Month in Marseilles' and 'Counseling Jack'
are exceptionally well written and engaging, so reading them is certainly
worth your time. I would like to also give my special thanks to him for all
his effort to make my stories readable;

PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: Michal, a 17 year old boy from Poland summons
the ancient demon Rusalek during the St John's Eve; it appears, that if
supplied with Michals sperm, Rusalek gains the power of making anyone
desire the boy; meanwhile, a strange and formidable beast starts roaming
nearby forests...



Fight the Destiny (PART I)

	A dribble of my cum is dripping down Rusalek's face. I smile and
collect it with my finger, then smear it on my tongue. It tastes kind of
like a salty butter, but with a slight, savoury hint. Rusalek crawls up and
he covers my lips with his. That's the only way I can get him to kiss
me. You might think it's strange, given the way we were introduced to each
other. But I guess demons aren't very romantic. From what he told me about
his kind, I know that there is nothing that you can compare to human
love. You see, demons have incredibly long lifespans. This makes them much
more interested in crossing descendants of most promising bloodlines, than
finding a person to spend their life with. Rusalek for instance is 1500
years old. Crazy, right? I still can't believe in even tenth of what he
says, but there isn't really a way that I can prove him wrong.

He is a sloppy, yet determined kisser. His tongue is dancing around the
inside of my mouth until even the slightest trace of my semen is gone. It's
already been five days since we met. And I still don't know why of all
bodily fluids, my sperm is the one he chooses to draw his power from.

'All the substances in your body are powerful to some degree, but the seed
is most effective. '- he answers, laying in his favorite position, flat on
top of me, his chin supported by his forearm.

'What do you mean?'

'For example, saliva and sweat are much to weak, so collecting it is a
waste of time.'

'No more kissing then, I guess?'

'Well, if you put your seed inside your mouth, I'll surely collect it.' -
Rusalek grins - 'But it's not really effective. Then there is a fat, bone
marrow and blood...'

'Stay away from my blood.' - I warn him immediately.

'I know, I know.' - little bastrad rolls his eyes in disappointment. -
'Besides, it's hard to extract and you could die in the process. So it's
too bothersome anyway.'

'Die? Bothersome? You don't fucking say!'

'See? You don't have such objections when it comes to your seed. And it's
pure life energy, so it's the best of all!'

'I'm like a cow to you.' - I say with mocked resentment.

'Cows don't have their wishes come true, do they?' - he says rolling of me,
then he gets on all fours and starts moaning:

'Spank me daddy, I've been a naughty boy! Fuck yeah, daddy, breed my ass!'

'Oh, will you shut up?'- he is obviously referring to my encounter with the
old hunter. I'm not ashamed of what I did, but I didn't like him making fun
of those fond memories.

'Actually, I'm jealous!' - he said, throwing himself on the bed - 'I want
you to penetrate me, and put your seed in my backside!'

'Sorry, I only bottom.' - I answer with a sly grin.

'What's that?' - he asks, confused.

'It means, that I never penetrate my partners. I only let them penetrate
me.'

'Really? It seems boring.'

'It's not really up to me - I sigh - That just the way I am. The thought of
putting my dick up someone's ass turns me off.'

'And still you want others to do it to you?'

'Don't make it sound like I'm forcing someone to do it. If they like it,
I'm at their service.' - I laugh.

'Can I collect it with my mouth once more then?'

'Nah, I haven't recovered yet. And I need to get up too.'

'Very well. Then see you this evening' - he smiles and disappears into thin
air. He's unbelievable!

	After I ate and got dressed, I decided to go for a walk. My phone
bounces off my thigh in my pocket. I walk out into a blazing heat. I mean,
It's been really warm for the last few weeks, but today it's especially
hot. I bet if I crushed an egg on the stone, it would curdle on the spot!

Today I decided to take a walk in the direction opposite to Damian's house,
as I don't want to bump into him. Why? Because he's the one I need to think
about. Ever since the incident at the lakeside, I haven't had the chance to
meet and talk with just him. Don't get me wrong - I really like Marcin,
Tomasz and Adam. But when they're not around Damian is much more friendly
and somewhat bolder towards me. I suppose that with four of us, he wants to
be fair and give as much attention to each of us. But understanding it
isn't really making the whole thing easier to bear.

I stroll along the side of the road. On my left, there's a stream. As I
walk, I stare into the muddy waters. I need to separate Damian from the
herd somehow. That 's exactly the reason why I finally worked up a courage
to take the phone out of my travel bag. I walk until I come across a
concrete footbridge hanging over the water. Once there, I sit down. I take
a moment to admire the view of the vast plain covered with fields and
orchards, and then reach for my phone.

The sun is so strong that it's brightness blocks the clarity of the
screen. I cover it with my palm, go to the settings and set the brightness
to 100%. As I go back to main menu I can hear the beeping. Three new
messages. Exactly one per week. All of them from one sender. I open and
read through them.

[Just checking how you're doing :) text me back]

[Are you there? Please call me, I want to apologize...]

[Michal, please don't be mad. There was nothing I could do. Please, call
me. I'm so sorry. I still care about you]

For a moment I feel the urge to reply to tell him that if he really cares,
he should fuck off. I can't believe that after he left me, Jan still had
nerve to send me these kind of messages. Yet after a moment, I manage to
shake off my anger. He doesn't matter anymore. And besides, I need the
phone for a different purpose now. I reach for my pocket once again and
take out a scrap of paper with three phone numbers written on it. For the
last few days I've been tricking guys into thinking that my phone has a
weak battery. I've been saying it needs to be charged each time they've
mentioned it. Finally they gave me their numbers and written them on a
piece of paper.

I copy them to my phone book and immediately write a message to Damian.

[Hello, this is Michal. Have a nice day]

I deleted it on the spot. What the fuck was that supposed to be? Have a
nice day? Seriously? How about "I'm gay and I want to suck your dick?"

[Hey, this is my number :) Let me know if you got the message :)]

Delete! Fuck this shit! If he doesn't get the message, he obviously won't
reply! What was I, thick? Ok, third time lucky.

[You wanted my number, so here it is. Michal]

Finally satisfied, I hit "send". A few minutes pass by as I wait for his
reply. First I try to distract myself by throwing pebbles into the stream,
but I soon run out of them. Then, I try to find something to count. There
are no ants in sight, or birds flying by. Why hasn't he answered already?
Maybe he's not at home? Maybe something happened to him? Maybe he doesn't
really like me after all? I then hear the beeping of my phone so I
immediately open the message.

[I just got the delivery report. What's up? Why did you turn off your
phone?]

I feel sudden urge to throw my phone into the water. Why, of all times,
does Jan have to text me right now? I don't want to hear from him anyway,
and now he has to barge in on my conversation with Damian. I delete his
text without battering an eye and continue waiting. Finally the message
arrives.

[K. Thx. Bye]

Can you believe it? If it was possible to punch people through mobile
phones, then that's exactly what I would do to both Damian and
Jan. Sometimes I think the only reason for phones to exist is so that you
can get annoyed for money.

	When I return back to the house, my grandma asks me to do some
grocery shopping in town. I agree straight away. You may remember what I
told you about the village's location. I think you can imagine that
considering the weather, such a trip would be too exhausting for an older
person. Actually, I used this opportunity for my own purposes, inviting
Damian to go to town with me. Surprisingly, he's totally up for it. About
fifteen minutes later, we meet at the gate of my place and set off on our
bikes. As we ride through the village we notice a strange elderly woman
walking on the side of the road, towards the village. Despite the glaring
sun in the sky, she wears a long black robe that covers the top of her
head. As we pass her, we make silly face to each other and giggle, but
quickly forget about seeing her.

We finished with the shopping in no time. We decide that it's too early to
go back and that we want to eat lunch in a small bar in town. Grateful for
his willingness to spend time with me, I order the same thing as him; a
spicy kebab.

'Jesus, how can you even eat those things? - I exclaim after taking the
first bite - It feels like my tongue is on fire!'

'Stop moaning, that's the whole idea.' - answers Damian while laughing and
taking a sip of coke. In my case, the only thing stopping me from drinking
mine in one gulp is the thought that I might need it later.

'Some ideas are dumber than the others.' - I shoot back.

'I ate yours, so you must eat mine.' - he answers. I wonder if he knows how
hard he makes me by just saying this.

'Fair enough. - I concur - So, how will you make it even for avoiding
me?''Avoiding you? What are you talking about?' - he raises his brow in
genuine bewilderment.

'Ever since that son of a bitch threw your T-shirt into a lake, you've been
doing your best to avoid being alone with me. If you're afraid that I'll
provoke him again, then I can promise that I won't.'

He narrows his eyes for a moment, perhaps making up some kind of
excuse. Then his expression brightens and he starts giggling. Agitated, I
take an aggressive bite of my kebab. Hot sauce on my tongue extrudes the
tears from my eyes. Damian is about to laugh the shit out of himself.

'This isn't about that fucker Lukasz! I just thought that it wouldn't be
fair to spend afternoons with just you. The guys could take it the wrong
way and think that I don't like them anymore.'

'Then what about mornings? They help their parents in the mornings, so they
don't have time anyway, right?'

'Well, last time I visited you in the morning, I woke you up. I just don't
want to impose on you.'

'Are you kidding? I don't mind you coming by at any time. Actually I've
been thinking of picking up jogging again. Would you like to go for a run
with me?'

This was obvious bullshit. I had few achievements in sport, but I wasn't
even remotely keen on running. So in reality I wouldn't be picking it up
again. But I guess there's nothing that closeted guy wouldn't do to spend
time alone with their crush.

'I don't know. I think I'd be to too slow to catch up with you.'

'Don't be ridiculous, jogging is about endurance, not about speed. We'd
barely be running, honestly.' - I said, making things up as I spoke.

'And with this blistering heat, we'd have to go on a run early in the
morning. You think you can manage that?' - asks Damian. He knows me all too
well.

'I'm willing to make that sacrifice,' - I sigh. - 'Let's say, we'll meet at
6 AM, run for an hour and then come back to yours or my place to have
breakfast. Is that ok?'

'Fine by me for sure!' he answers with a radiant smile. His eagerness seems
a bit strange, given his previous behaviour.

After I quickly buy a few bottles of water, we set off to go back to the
village. We parted ways until later on in the afternoon when we'd meet up
with the rest of the guys.

	In the evening I notice that my grandparents are visibly worried
about something. After having such a good day I'm in mood for showing them
a little affection. I sit down in the kitchen with them and make myself
some bread with lard and pickled cucumbers. It's another delicacy not
well-known outside of Poland. As I prepare it, I ask them what's wrong.

Apparently during the day, there were many mysterious incidents throughout
the village. None of the cases were uncommon in a village inhabited by
farmers. Five houses away, boars ruined a potato field. Two houses away,
birds plucked out all of the crops in the field. There was also a stillborn
calf in our neighbours' homestead. But there was something odd in the fact
that all of these things happened in the span of just a dozen hours. And
trust me, I'm not a superstitious person, so usually I wouldn't view these
things as anything more than unfortunate coincidences. But considering
recent events, I decide to discuss this matter with Rusalek.

When he appears later on, his expression is clearly visible in the moonlit
room. It's not as mischievous as usual.

'Is something wrong?' I ask him, skipping the small talk.

'I- I think that during the first summoning I wasn't the only demon that
made it into the human realm.'

'Oh, great! What kind of demons?' I guess I became a bit spooked, as I
bought this story on the spot. Well, I guess when you're being blown by a
demon on a daily basis, there is a high risk of becoming a believer.

'So far, I'm aware of one. The one responsible for the things that happened
today.'

'Ok, let's start with that.' - I answer, making a wide gesture with my
hand, inviting him to carry on with his confession.

He makes a troubled face as he starts speaking.

'Do you remember when I mentioned about myself being a part of the Clan of
Air? There are four more clans in our realm. Clan of Fire, Clan of Water,
Clan of Earth and Clan of Life.'

'What are you, Planetarians?' - I chuckle associating his words with
popular 90's tv show. He clearly reads that thought as all of a sudden, I'm
forced to jump up in bed, as he starts levitating. I'm scared to death as I
see his hair burst into green flames, his eyes lighting up and his fangs
and nails protruding. His tail is twitching like a whip. I struggle to
breathe. Seeing him like this is even scarier, as it's a striking contrast
to his usual gentle and playful nature.

'One more remark like that, and I'll show you hell' - he growls, and trust
me, I don't take his promise lightly.

'Ok, ok, I'm sorry! Please, calm down!'

He stays in his monstrous form for the next few seconds, clearly to ensure
my intimidation. Then he settles back down and softly lands back on the
bed, as if nothing happened.

'Very well then, as I said, there are five clans, associated with every
known element. The demon we are dealing with belongs to the Clan of Life,
and is called Dola.'

'Dola? You mean fate?'

'To a degree. It's more like personification of fate. It can either bring
you luck or misfortune, depending on whether you are a good or bad
person. Although this one seems to have gone berserk.'

'Is there a way to get on their good side?' - I ask, hoping that solution
will include doing something dirty.

'I don't think so. All we can do, is to carry on and wait until it changes
its will. Demons of Life are regarded as a superior race, so fighting it is
out of the question.'

'So we have to just sit around and wait? What if someone dies?'

'So you'd rather let us die instead?' - he asked, tilting his head to the
side.

'I-I... It just doesn't seem fair! I'm going to sleep.' - I grumble.

'And what about my...' - says Rusalek in disappointed tone, but I interrupt
him.

'Sorry. Gotta wake up early tomorrow.'

	A yawn escapes my mouth as I wait for Damian to come out of his
house. I'm wearing my old t-shirt with Homer Simpson printed over the front
and some baggy shorts. It's 6 AM. As you may have noticed I'm not really a
morning person. You can imagine how amazed my grandparents were to see me
wide awake (three quarters awake to be exact) at such time as it was a rare
thing. They, on the other hand, are used to waking up at around 5 AM each
morning as having livestock requires regular attention. Not something I
envy, to be honest.

Finally I see Damian. His eyes are wide open and he has a smile plastered
to his face. That bloody morning bird. We walk up to the forest and do some
stretches to warm up. Then we start to scamper down the picturesque
path. The air seems a bit cooler here and the mist is rising above the
ground, creating magical and eerie atmosphere. I gotta tell you, even
though I didn't like jogging, the route we've taken is compensating the
shortened breath and burning muscles. Damian indeed lacks any form of
endurance, so it's actually an advantage to me since it's quite easy to
impress him. Of course I adjust my pace to his, as I want our runs to be a
recurring activity. We run for about twenty minutes, listening to singing
birds and taking in deep breaths of fresh, aromatic air. Then we decide to
rest for a bit. We sit down on the stones lying on the side of the road and
both share my water.

'So, you glad I managed to convince you?'

'Your illuminations... are rare... but inspiring.' - he answers, heaving.

'Hard to be sarcastic, when you're out of breath, eh?' - I laugh.

'Some people have... better things to do... than running around
without... purpose. You sure you have... a girlfriend?'

'Quite. - I chuckle - Why? Are you saving yourself for me?'

'I just thought jogging is something that horny guy would do if he had no
chance to get off, and wanted to blow off some steam.'

'That's so not true. If it was, then you'd be faster than a Quicksilver.'

'Yeah, you too.' - giggles Damian.

'Nope.' - I tell him with triumphant smile.

'Jerking off doesn't count. We're both virgins.'

'Nope.' - I repeat and can't contain my laughter as his eyes are about to
pop out of orbits.

'Are you serious?' - his exclamation echoing through the forest.

'Seriously serious.'

'Was it with your girlfriend? When did that happen?'

'Nah, it was before I started going out with her. It happened with another
person, when I was fifteen.'

'Shit, I'm already sixteen and only have kissed so far... So tell me, how
did it feel to touch their breasts?'

'It is kinda like when you feel the underside of your arm.' -I answer. How
do I know this? Actually, I don't at all. I'm just making things up.

'They must feel really nice.' - he says while giving me a faint smile and
testing my simile.

'Kay, it's time to get going. Let's go back.' - I say, a bit annoyed with
both myself and with him. Even if for the sake of hiding my preferences, I
hate lying. And I'm disappointed as Damian is clearly straight. I mean,
breasts? Big fucking deal. What is it about those two clumps of meat that
gets guys so excited?

	About half an hour later and we're back in the village. We stroll
along the road between a field and a pasture, where we can see a herd of
about twenty cows. Our chat is interrupted by something you probably won't
believe. As I open my mouth, about to say something, I notice that Damian
has stopped and is looking at the cows intently.

'Come on, their udders are probably nowhere near the same as human
breasts.'

'It's not about that. Look!' - he says, pointing his finger at the herd.

'What d...the fuck?' - I mumble as I look in the indicated direction.

One cow, followed by two others fall down to the ground with an unnerving
thud. Tongues then begin to fall out of their mouths. We watch in terror as
the whole herd is wiped out by an unknown force. The most terrifying part
is their desperate mooing and that the remaining cows are just standing
still, not knowing where to run. The sudden silence after the last one dies
is even more intimidating.

'D-do you think they're dead?' - asks Damian. I realise that at this point
that he'd grabbed my hand. I try to squeeze it to give him comfort, but
once he becomes aware of what he did, he breaks the physical contact and
embarrassment is clearly visible on his face.

'How should I know? - I respond, slightly annoyed with his reluctance - I
can go closer and check it out if you want.'

'No, don't!' - he exclaims - 'If that's some kind of disease, I don't want
you to catch it.'

'Well then, let's go home. - I propose, shrugging my shoulders - 'Standing
here is useless.'

'Right. Let's go.'

	We walk back in silence, too shaken and disturbed by what we've
just seen to strike up a conversation. We separate at the gate of his
house. We haven't arranged a meeting later, but that doesn't worry
me. After all it gives me a nice excuse to call him in the afternoon.

As I come back, I see ambulance parked on the yard. I run inside the house
and see that my grandpa has been taken away to hospital. Once inside, I see
that my grandma is on the verge of tears. I suddenly feel bad for leaving
them by themselves so much everyday. I should use the time I spend here to
help them and bond with them! And maybe if I were there today, I could have
called for ambulance sooner... Luckily enough, three years ago telephone
lines were connected through the village. At least they were able to call
for help by themselves.

'What happened?'

'Your grandfather had a heart attack... Oh God, what will I do if...'

'It's gonna be alright.' - I interrupt, hugging her - 'I'll call my parents
and they'll get us both to the hospital.'

TBC

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