Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2003 07:49:59 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Warlock Journals - Chapter 2: Fallen Angel
Disclaimer: This story contains sex between two consenting
male teens. If this offends or upsets you in any way, please
stop reading now. I love input, feel free to email me.
The Warlock Journals
Chapter 2: Fallen Angel
March 14, 2000
Sorry I have been neglecting my journal. I can't
believe I just apologized to a book. I have just been too
busy. Brad is exhausting; we are together almost every
moment of every day. After he realized being in love with
me did not change his life as much as he thought it would,
he totally gave himself over to our relationship. The only
problem is I on the other hand never imagined my life would
change so much being in a relationship. I thought I knew
everything about Brad considering I spent a year dreaming
about being with him. But there were a few things I did not
know. First of all, he is very clingy. If I am not with
him, I am sleeping, that is it, I don't even get to hang
with Evan and I live with him! Secondly, he repeats
stories. He will tell me the same story about something he
did in third grade at least once a week. At first I would
tell him that he had already told me a story when he began
repeating one I heard, but since he always does it, I have
given up. I just pretend like I never heard it before.
But it's not all bad. The sex is great, rough and
dirty, but I like that, not that I have anything to compare
it to. Like last night, we were in his room studying. I
was laying on his bed reading and he was on his computer. I
knew he was up to something when he sat on the bed. I
pretended not to notice and continued reading my book. I
love playing those games. Then he starts rubbing his
crotch. Clever, but I don't break that easily, I kept
reading. Then he begins unzipping his fly. "Wow, what a
fascinating book this is," I say as I turn the page and
continue on. Then he pulls off his pants and underwear. I
stop reading, but I pretend like I still am. Brad then
reaches around, pulls off my pants and underwear exposing my
ass. At that point, I turned around and asked, "What are
you doing?"
"I want to fuck you." Brad answered.
He gets this intense look in his eyes when he wants to
have sex. "Oh." I said and pretended to read again. He
grabbed me by my legs and pulled me back until I was bent
over the bed. Thanks to experimentation we had discovered
the secret of lube soon after the first time we had sex. He
lubed himself and my ass up. I was too far from my book to
reach it. Then he shoved his entire nine inches inside me
and began thrusting before I could even get used to him
inside me. I had become quite accustomed to this and had
learned to surrender my entire body to his desires. Now my
body was loving every minute of this, but my mind was
feeling kind of used. I of course told my mind to shut the
hell up, I am trying to be fucked over here. I know he
loves me, I made him love me, but sometimes I still feel
used, no matter how hard I try not to. Brad finally came.
He wiped himself off on his underwear, put his pants back on
and went back to his homework. I headed to the bathroom to
shower.
March 16, 2000
I met the most beautiful boy today. It was a
completely normal day at school; I was sitting at lunch
listening to Evan talk about his home. His stories might be
all lies but at least they are original. Then something
made me turn my head. I had no reason to look out the
window at that moment, but I did, I just had this funny
feeling that something would be there. That is when I saw
him; blond haired boy, about my age, sitting on the school
statue, eating alone. He reminded me of myself before I
found out I was a warlock. He looked so sad, I felt
compelled to make that beautiful face smile. I excused
myself from the table and headed outside.
"You can come eat with me and my friends if you like."
When I spoke, he jumped, he seemed so fragile. "Sorry,
I didn't realize anyone was out here."
I extended my hand, "Hi, I am Parker Caligo."
"Julian. Julian Lucis."
As he looked up to shake my hand I got my first look at
his eyes. One was blue and the other was green. I sat down
next to him and he offered me half his sandwich. It was
peanut butter and jelly with the ends cut off.
"So Julian, why are you eating out here alone?"
"I don't go to school here. I will in the fall, but I
just moved here and I don't know anyone. My parents go to
work during the day and I get lonely. So I figured I might
meet some kids my age if I hung out in front of the school,
I have nothing better to do."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Cool, my brother and I are sixteen too."
"You're twins?"
"Not exactly, it's a long story. I am sure Evan would
be happy to tell you some version of it. You should hang
out with us."
"Okay, when?"
"Um.how about tonight? We can go to the mall or
something. Here is my phone number and address."
I gave him my info and as he was writing down his for
me, Brad came out.
"Who is this?" Brad asked.
"This is Julian, my friend." I answered, smiling at
Julian. He shyly smiled back as he handed me his info.
"What's this?" Brad asked snatching the paper out of my
hand. "You two trading numbers?"
"Mind your business." I answered snatching the paper
back. "I will call you later." I told Julian who had already
grabbed his stuff and was sneaking away.
Brad and I continued fighting until lunch was over.
Then we just stopped speaking for the rest of the day.
When I got home I called Julian and made plans to pick
him up and take him to the mall. Evan was his usual
charming self as he talked to Julian on the phone. I wanted
to kill him; I wanted Julian to like him, just not more than
me. Just as Evan and I were about to go pick up Julian,
Brad showed up at my door. I took him upstairs to my room
because I didn't want mom to hear up fight. Mom didn't
really like Brad, and this would have just made things
worst.
After thirty minutes of me going, "Why can't I have
friends?" and him going, "If he is just a friend, why can't
I come to the mall too?" I finally got frustrated and said.
"I don't know why you are being such a prick; you
aren't even really in love with me. I just cast a stupid
spell on you!"
He looked at me very confused, so I continued on. "I am
a warlock and you are an idiot who doesn't even know love
from mind control."
Fear and disbelief crossed his face,
"No....you..aren't.you are lying!"
"Really?" I asked as I picked up a pencil, threw it in
the air and set it on fire.
Brad totally freaked out and ran out my house
screaming. I figured that would take care of him for a
couple days. I walked downstairs and told Evan I was ready.
He tossed me his keys and told me he forgot he had a paper
and needed to work on it tonight. I shrugged and headed out
to get Julian.
Julian lived in a really big house with a white cast
iron fence. His parents were really nice to me. I got this
odd feeling when I first met them. I thought they would not
like me, but they did. We had tons of fun at the mall. We
ate, saw a movie and did some shopping. When we got to my
place Evan wasn't there. I wanted to ask him how he has a
paper to write and I don't when we are in the same English
class. But I haven't seen him yet tonight.
My mom and Julian got alone perfectly. Within an hour
he was calling her mother! I thought that was kind of cool,
Evan calls my mom Amanda. He even volunteered us to cook
dinner. I can't cook at all but Julian convinced me that
tacos were not beyond my abilities. Julian was going to do
all the actual cooking and my job was to cut up the tomatoes
and lettuce. I thought I could do that, but I somehow
managed to cut myself. I swear the bloody knife jumped up
and attacked me! Julian ran to my rescue. He took and
handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it around my
finger. There was something so erotic about his holding my
hand like that; I think he felt it too. Julian, my sexy
little nurse. Well, we somehow made it through dinner.
After eating Julian announced that he needed to go
home. When we got to the front porch he said that he wanted
to walk home. I was surprised because he lived two miles
away, but I didn't argue with him. If he wanted to walk, I
planned on letting him walk. As soon as I said goodnight he
kissed me. It was on the lips but it was so quick I wasn't
even sure it happened. He was off the porch before the
shock had even worn off. He wasn't running, but he was
moving quickly and very gracefully. So his speed looked
perfectly natural for him, even though it wouldn't have
looked normal for someone else to walk that fast. It was
kind of like watching an elf. He disappeared in the
darkness moments later so I went back in the house. All I
can think about is him. I hope he calls me tomorrow.
March 17, 2000
Brad is dead. Evan killed him. That is not true, I
killed him. I knew the rules. I knew what happens when a
mortal finds out about us. They have to die. I can't
believe I told Brad what I was just to get rid of him. I
guess I got rid of him more permanently than I could have
ever imagined. When Evan arrived home last night, I knew
something was wrong, I saw it on his face. But I had an
idea what it was, so I didn't ask, I didn't say anything.
Then an hour later I got a call from Brad's mom. She was in
tears as she explained to me that Brad had been in an
accident and was dead. I was crying too, it seemed like the
thing to do, I had never lost anyone close to me. But
honestly I was relieved to be free of him.
I went into Evans room, tears running down my cheeks.
I slammed open his door and screamed, "How could you?"
He looked up from his novel and calmly replied, "I
didn't, you did."
I might have black outs and I might not be able to
remember past lives but I was quite sure I did not kill my
boyfriend. "What? No I didn't" I argued.
This time I sensed some anger in his voice when he
replied, "Oh, you may have left the dirty work up to me, but
you did it. You knew exactly what would happen when you
told him and you did it anyway. Now you come in here on
your moral high horse. I have known you all my life Parker
Caligo and I am not half the monster you are."
I knew he was right. I did not remember any of the
details but I knew he was right. I got this feeling that I
had done things that made Evan shake his head in disapproval
because they were so evil. Evan was that beautiful kind of
darkness, the kind you fall in love with and forever give up
the light, but I was different. I was the ugliness in which
true monsters were formed. How dare I come in here
screaming at him for making Brad veer off the road? I had
set the whole thing up and had not even done it consciously.
And in all honestly my tears were fake, I didn't really
care. I could not make myself care. I was defeated. I
bowed my head and left Evan to his book.
March 18, 2000
This morning Julian called me. I told him about Brad
and he insisted on coming over to console me. We just sat
on the couch in the living room talking. It was so
comforting, his voice was soft and peaceful and I longed for
him. No, I longed to be him, to be that sweet and kind and
to have a smile that moves souls, that would be true power.
I saw Evan walking by and I asked him to join us in the
living room. He sat on the floor in front of us. It being
a Saturday, we all just sat around talking about life until
mom called us to the kitchen for lunch.
The four of us at the table together: eating, chatting,
laughing, it felt so right. Julian made us even more like a
family. We spent the rest of the day playing Spades; it was
my mom's idea, Julian and I against Evan and mom. We beat
the crap out of my mom and Evan, Julian was a wiz at Spades,
he knew exactly how much to bid and it was like he knew what
I was gonna play before I even knew. Finally, Mom and Evan
got tired of being beaten and left Julian and I alone while
they went shopping. We were invited but I was in total
lounge mode and so was Julian.
We went up to my room and laid on the bed. He put his
head on my arm and draped his arm across my chest. It
seemed perfectly normal for him to be so close to me even
though we had just met. I didn't even wonder if he was gay
or not, but if I had to guess I would have assumed he was,
straight guys don't cuddle with other guys (well at least if
no one has cast a love spell on them). Plus, this did not
feel sexual, we were just.together. We of course fell
asleep in this position, we were awaken by my mom calling us
to dinner. At the table Julian and I began playing footsie.
This was sexual, his foot crept my leg and began massaging
my hard on. It was a damn long dinner, trying not to moan
in front of my mom. After dinner I made some excuse to drag
Julian back up to my room.
"That was mean." I told him.
He just laughed that angelic laugh of his.
"Now what am I gonna do about this?" I asked pointing
at my hard on.
He shrugged. "Beats me, best of luck though." He made a
move for the door and I wrestled him to the bed.
"Oh, no you don't. You got me into this mess, you are
gonna get me out of it." He again began laughing as he tried
to get from underneath me on the bed. I finally let him get
free. He kissed me on the lips. This time for three whole
seconds, so I was at least sure it had happened. He held
his head inches from mine, looking deep into my eyes, we
stayed like that for a moment.
Then he spoke. "I should go." He quietly said. Before
I could object, his elflike agility had already taken him
out of my room and out of my sight. I wonder how he does
that.
April 22, 2000
My only love sprung from my only hate! Yes as clich‚d
as it sounds it is true. I have fallen for a Montague. But
hey, my future self might not get the Romeo and Juliet
reference so let me explain my utter idiocy. Julian and I
have spent almost every day together. Every day we came
closer to making love and last night we finally did. We
spent the day at the arcade with Evan and some of my other
friends. Then we came home and climbed into bed. We were
cuddled up watching the modern version of Romeo and Juliet,
starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Well after they consummate
their marriage Julian had me turn off the movie. I asked
him why and he told me that he only liked the story up to
that part. The ending was too sad and he liked happy
endings. We were watching it because it was his favorite
movie. Meaning he never watched his favorite movie to the
end.
"I never finish the book either, I read up to that part
then I quit and start again."
I laughed. "That is just weird."
He looked at me very seriously, "I like to think that
love cannot cause so much pain and I refuse to let anyone or
anything tell me differently."
"I guess that is what I love about you." I said as I
kissed him on the lips. It was quick and gentle, the same
kiss we had exchanged a thousand times.
Then he gave me that look again, the one that goes
right past my eyes and straight to my soul. He kissed me so
passionately I knew we were past the point of no return. We
were going to make love and nothing was going to stop us.
Because of this certainty we did not rush at all. We slowly
undressed one another like unwrapping a gift so special you
want to save the paper it came in. We explored each other
with our mouths, taking turns kissing and nibbling every
part of each other's body. It was like time had stopped.
I took Julian into my mouth, which was something I had
not done with a guy before (there was a lack of intimacy in
my relationship with Brad). I wanted to taste every part of
him and he cock felt so good in my mouth. Hard, yet soft at
the same time, I played with it with my tongue and my lips.
I wasn't trying to make him cum; I was trying to memorize
how it felt to have him in my mouth. I was learning exactly
what he liked by watching how he reacted to everything I
did. When I felt he was getting close I stopped what I was
doing and went back to kissing him.
I felt his legs wrapping around my waist and I knew he
wanted me to fuck him. My dick was covered in precum and I
had no trouble sliding in. We quickly found a rhythm, long
slow strokes. I felt so powerful with his small, gentle
frame beneath me. Nothing made me happier than watching him
wriggle from the pleasure I was giving him. Well, there was
one thing making me happier, the feeling of his tight ass
wrapped around my cock. My pace did not quicken when I felt
myself coming, but my thrust did get harder and my beloved
began to moan louder as I came inside him. I collapsed on
top of him totally spent and in complete bliss. He wrapped
his arms around me and kissed my neck. Even though I was
softening I could not bare the thought of pulling out. Our
love had been consummated and I wanted this night to last
forever. But morning came, it always does.
I awoke alone, but my sweet Julian was not far away.
He was sitting at my window staring out of it. He looked so
natural and so beautiful, like he should in a painting. Oh,
how I wish I was a painter, I would immortalize him. When
he realized I was awake he looked at me and smiled, but it
was a strained smile. I got out of bed, put on my glasses
and sat on my window still across from him. What an image
we must have made, both naked, totally unaware of each
others nakedness and me in nothing but glasses.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"I'm in love with you." He replied.
I thought we had figured that out weeks ago. I wasn't
quite sure what to say, so I said nothing. I wish I had
said something because then maybe he wouldn't have continued
and I would not be so miserable.
"We knew you would love me. We looked into your heart
and knew exactly what you would want. That is why they sent
me. But I was not expecting to fall in love with you."
Having no idea what the hell he was talking about, I
said, "Huh?"
He sighed. "Don't you get it Parker? I am a keeper!
More specifically, the keeper that was sent to kill you!"
My mouth was agape. How could this precious angel kill
me? He couldn't hurt anything if he tried.
He continued as if he knew what I was thinking. "I was
supposed to get some of your blood. I didn't think it would
be as easy as it was. Most harbingers are careful about not
losing any blood, but you just let me take the handkerchief
with your blood on it. I guess it was harder than I
thought. I fell in love with you that very night and never
told them I had your blood. I told myself that I just
wanted to spend some more time with you, but now I know, I
can't let them destroy you."
I was so confused. I barely knew what all this meant.
But I had a distinct feeling it meant that Julian and I
could not be together. Evan would probably drive him off
the road too if he knew who Julian was.
"I need to go," Julian said as he got up to get his
clothes. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say or
what to do.
I finally managed to mumble. "Will you be back?"
He looked at me with a sorrowful expression, "I hope
not, because if I do return I have come to help kill you.
Hopefully, I can convince my family you are not a threat.
But after what you did to my cousins I doubt they will
listen."
At that moment, it hit me, exactly what happened during
my blackout. They were hunting me. His cousins sensed who
I was and were following me to kill me. I knew they were
behind me and I lead them into a dark place, turning them
into prey. As they searched the shadows for me I pounced on
them as a giant werewolf type creature (now I know what the
overcoat does). I ripped them apart, making sure not to rip
out anything vital at first so they would suffer as long as
possible. I remembered how much fun it was making them
scream, how sweet their blood tasted, how powerful I felt.
Killing them was a lot like making love to Julian. As the
memory flashed across my mind a smile found its way across
my lips.
Julian, who was still reading my every thought, fell
back at seeing almost first hand what had happened to his
kin and how I had no regrets about it either. He ran out
and I chased after him but he was gone. So I came back to
my journal, afraid and lost. I wonder if I should tell Evan
about Julian.
To be continued.
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