Date: Mon,  2 Sep 2002 17:12:15 -0400
From: Hazel Ong <dylan@celticwarrior.com>
Subject: Tales of a Superhero Band Chapter 20

With thanks to Jordi, Aeoros, Rune and Mikey for being the coolest friends
on the net! Thanks for being there guys!

Especially dedicated to Justin, Jeremy and Louis. The three of you have
inspired more new parts of this story. Quidditch and lightsabers forever,
brothers! :D

Justin: 12 42/33/1-2/11 2-1/33/1-1

ALSO NOTE: I will be drafted into the army on September 17th, 2002.
Hopefully I'll be able to get the story out one chapter per week, but
don't be surprised if it stops for a month or two. Just to let you readers
know.

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Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and says nothing about the
orientations of any member of the boyband N Sync, or any other character,
celebrity or otherwise. If you are under 18 or 21, or live in a country
where it's illegal to read something like this, leave, though I seriously
doubt you will. If you don't like the idea of two guys in a relationship
with each other, or having sex with each other, what are you doing here in
the first place?

Though maybe none of the characters will be appearing, ideas taken from
these places will show up:

Star Wars, Copyright LucasFilms, Created by George Lucas
Buffy, Copyright 20th Century Fox, Created by Joss Whedon
X-Men, Copyright Marvel Comics, Created by Stan Lee
Charmed, Copyright WB, Created by Aaron Spelling
Harry Potter, Copyright JK Rowling (due to James' addition of Harry Potter
to his Dark Knight series, I find myself adding it in too, but the
character may never appear in the story. However, loving Quidditch as much
as I do... :D  )

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Irish Translator speech courtesy of http://www.whoohoo.co.uk
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Chapter 20 - Proposal

	Life for the next few weeks was particularly hectic with Quidditch
matches galore. The officials had used a point system for sorting out the
teams, instead of a "you lose, you're out" system, and every team played
their best and tried to score as much in-game points as they could to add
to their totals. We were only given ten matches to get all our points up,
and so far we had been doing a good job. We had lost about two of our games
due to pure skill on the part of our opponents, and lost one match so that
we wouldn't have to go up against the Riverstown Ragers. The Ragers weren't
doing too badly either, having also lost one match on purpose to prevent a
match against us, and one match to skill. The team, Pretty Posies, composed
solely of Witches, was very skillful and fast, and was leading with an
unbeaten ten matches and two thousand and fifty points, putting to shame
the Macho Men, a group of highly bigoted Wizards that discriminated against
anyone that lacked two hundred pounds of muscle and a penis that rose only
for slender women with big breasts. They were in fifteenth place out of
fifteen teams, and everyone had put them to shame easily. Scott had just
finished his last match of this round, and was excitedly telling me how
their win had skyrocketed the Ragers into fourth position (they had played
the Macho Men this match, an easy win) and how they would get into the next
round of matches if they were in the top five.
	Most of my dates with Scott were spent in cafes, sipping our drinks
and talking excitedly about Quidditch and our scoring and ending off with a
walk by the Unshin and sex under the stars like in our first date. It was
ideal since both of us loved spending time under the stars, and because his
uncle's house lacked privacy, and I couldn't very well lock Casey out of
his own room to share his bed with Scott. I was growing considerably
nervous as my team's last match was drawing closer, and we were up against
the Sligo Slickers, the second best team so far. Their keeper seemed to
know every chaser trick in the book, and there had only been a total of
sixty points scored against them, forty of those points scored by the
Pretty Posies, and the other twenty scored by the Riverstown Ragers. The
Ragers had won, though, as by luck, the snitch had flown to Farah, their
seeker, just after the second goal they scored, and she had caught it
easily, beating the Slickers by a close shave of ten points. What worried
me most was that Aithne was a much better keeper than Malcolm, but she was
now a referee in the league, and Malcolm was psyching himself out just
anticipating the match.
	Scott calmed me down easily, saying that win or lose, the Flaming
Filans had certainly made the Wizard news by being the only Hedge Quidditch
team that had score more than a thousand points total. We wre currently in
sixth place, and if we could get past the Slickers' keeper, we could
probably pull into the fifth position, letting us enter the next round of
matches. But in the excitement of the matchesm I had forgotten something
important. Deadly important.
	I lay next to Scott on the grass as we gazed quietly at the
stars. My last match was tomorrow afternoon, and I was a little too jittery
to have sex with Scott at the moment, something he took in stride. We had
talked to each other about everything and nothing, and now we just took the
time to bask in each others' presence. I enjoyed looking at the stars from
the riverbank while the sound of water calmed my mind. I was lying on
Scott's muscular arm the whole time, and briefly wondered if I was cutting
off his circulation. He didn't say anything, so I assumed I wasn't being
uncomfortable. After a moment, Scott shifted his arm, and I raised my head
to let him slide it out from under my neck. I turned to my side to look him
in the eyes as he did the same to look at me. Grinning, the starlight
twinkling in his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed me on my nose.
	"I have something to ask you," Scott said, raising himself up to
sit cross-legged. I got up and mimicked his position, clasping his large
hands in my own. "We've known each other for about two months now, and I
admit that I've been having a lot of fun. But I know that this period of
time is going to end."
	Pain shot through my heart like a spike, and I bit my lip to stop
tears from showing. Scott continued, unaware of my pain. "The only thing I
can say is that I've enjoyed getting to know you, and you getting to know
me."
	"What are you trying to say?" I asked slowly, trying not to sound
bitter.
	"I think," Scott said slowly, "that we should stop dating."
	I removed my hands from his and put them on my lap. The night
suddenly seemed cold, and I felt like my source of warmth and light had
just gone out. After staring at the ground for a while, I stood up to go,
not wanting to sit out there any longer. I couldn't turn to face Scott, my
heart hurt by his actions. He reached up and grabbed my hand as I tried to
leave, and I didn't have the heart to jerk my hand free. I just stood
there, holding his hand, my eyes closed. I could feel Scott shifting his
position. "Dylan, please, look at me."
	I couldn't help but look at him, still holding my tears back. There
before me knelt Scott Andrews on one knee, and a beautiful silver ring in
the palm of the hand not holding mine. The silver seemed to capture the
light of the moon and stars, twinkling beautifully.
	"I think that we should stop dating," Scott repeated. "And take the
next step."
	My heart leapt, beating excitedly, blissfully as Scott smiled at me
and asked, "Dylan Filan, will you marry me?"
	I stopped holding the tears in, and I let them fall down my face,
but this time they were no longer sorrowful. Instead, they were happy,
sparkling and warm. I don't know how I managed to breathe it out, but Scott
got his answer, and he was crying too. Standing up beside me, he slowly
slipped the ring onto my finger. I sobbed as I grabbed him into a hug, then
kissed him. Scott held me close, and we just stood there for a while
kissing. I rubbed my hands over his firm butt and squeezed it a
little. Scott giggled, and put his hands under my shirt, rubbing my
chest. I pulled my shirt over my head, then undid my pants and let them
drop, kicking them to one side. I had felt kinky this afternoon and wanted
to try something different, and decided not to wear any underwear. Scott's
eyebrows raised in amusement at that, and I leaned to kiss him. He
unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it to one side, then pulled his jeans
down. "I guess we both had the same idea."
	He got down to his proposal position again, but instead of
speaking, this time he took my raging hard-on into his mouth. He sucked me
slowly and passionately, swallowing me whole with no problem as he bobbed
his head up and down. I moaned in pleasure as his mouth and tongue worked
wonders on my dick, and I loved every second of it. I brought his hand up
to my mouth and licked his index and middle fingers, getting as much saliva
on them as possible. Scott stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at
me. "Are you sure?"
	"Yes," I said, nodding. All the times with Scott, I had always been
top. Scott nodded, then went back to sucking. I moaned again in pleasure as
Scott slowly and gently stuck his two wet fingers into my hole. He slowly
moved them in and out in rythm with his sucking. Then his fingers struck my
prostate, and a wave of pleasure shot through me. I lost control, and began
spurting into his mouth. When I was done, Scott stood again, and we kissed,
playing with our tongues and with my cum. I enjoyed the taste, but I
preferred Scott's far more than mine. Scott broke the kiss, and I slowly
laid on the ground. Scott knelt before my ass, and slowly began licking
around my hole, then began to flick his tongue in and out, causing me to
moan again with pleasure. Then he slowly placed his cock at my ass, looking
at me one more time for confirmation.
	"Hard and fast," I moaned. Scott looked at me in surprise. I
nodded, making up my mind. Scott looked doubtful, but he did as I said and
plunged straight in. I wondered briefly how I managed to go without
screaming, but I took it all in. Scott shot me another concerned look, but
I gritted my teeth and nodded again. Scott pulled out quickly, then thrust
in again quickly. My butt flamed with pain, but also with pleasure. He
thrust into me again, slamming hard, then again.
	"Faster," I moaned. Scott smiled devilishly, then proceeded to
pound my ass even faster and harder. I gasped and panted with every thrust,
throughly enjoying myself. Scott moaned and tilted his head back, his cum
shooting into me as he collapsed on my chest. Then he pulled himself out,
and began to suck at my ass, scooping his cum out with his tongue and
giving me an excellent rimming. He stopped rimming me and kissed me,
mingling his cum with the remnants of mine, and my ass juices
altogether. Normally I would find it disgusting, but at this moment, I
found it hot and kinky, and I kissed him passionately. Looking into his
eyes, I said, "I love you, Scott."
	"I love you too, Dylan," Scott replied, his eyes twinkling like the
stars above that shone down on us. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my
life with you."
	"Remind me that I have to get a ring for you as well," I smiled as
we lay together. Scott grunted an affirmative, and the two of us drifted
off to sleep in each others' arms.




	The sky was dark the next morning when I woke up, and the day was
colder than was normal for summer. My watch said it was nearly eleven, but
the sky looked more like midnight than late morning. The whole atmosphere
seemed charged with energy and tension. Scott was thrashing wildly before
he woke up, covered in sweat from some unknown nightmare. I could feel my
body tingling in full alert mode, and something was making me uneasy. Scott
could feel it too once he was awake, and quickly, the two of us dressed
ourselves and made our way to the car.
	We returned to Aunt's Sharon's house to find the door bashed in,
and broken windows everywhere. The house was dark as Scott and I rushed
inside. There were sounds of fighting coming from upstairs, and downstairs
was completely wrecked. I rushed upstairs, worried about what I would find
there. Scott rushed up behind me, his wand ready for combat. There were two
huge vampires waiting at the top of the stairs. The first lunged at me with
a roar, and I rolled forward, phasing right through him. He smashed into
the banister, breaking a huge chunk of it. I grabbed one of the thinner
wood pieces and staked him from behind. Scott had taken out the second
vampire with a fire spell, and the flaming creature was tumbling down the
stairs, the magical flames burning nothing else except the vampire. Seamus'
room door crashed open, a vampire tumbling out of the room. Seamus held
something silvery-black in his hands, and when the vampire got up, he
flicked it on, and sliced the vampire's head clean off with a green
lightsaber. He had a sling bag around his body, and when he saw me, he
reached into his bag and grabbed another lightsaber, tossing it my way.
	Just in time too, as a vampire crashed out of Casey's room,
charging straight at me. With the lightsaber in hand, I switched it on,
releasing a bright yellow beam. I was grateful for my kendo and fencing
hobbies, and my interest in Star Wars, causing me to read the Visual
Dictionary to figure out the basic Jedi positions for fighting. It was a
casual interest at the time to help with my mix of kendo and fencing, but
it served a useful purpose now. With an easy spin, I sliced the vampire's
head off, turning it into dust. The lightsaber was perfect, light enough
for speed, and the energy blade could cut through things a lot better than
a sword.
	"De others are on de Quidditch pitch," Seamus said as he made his
way to Scott and myself. "Oi came back ter git de lightsabers Ah've been
workin' on for de past few months."
	"You managed to make working lightsabers?" Scott asked, his eyes
wide open. Seamus nodded. "Wi' fairy 'elp, av course."
	I put everything together. "They helped to find the crystals and
power source. You did the rest and you made one for each of us?"
	Seamus nodded as we ran down the stairs. "Oi figured they'd cum in
useful, an' Oi wus gonna revayle dem after de match, but now dat we're
bein' attacked by an army av vampires..."
	I cut him of by swinging my lightsaber wide across, cutting the
head of a vampire that rushed at us at the base of the stairs.
	"Yer can use it loike a stake if yer need ter," Seamus said. "De
energy burns, so it kills dem when their 'eart gits burnt."
	"Cool," I grinned. "Let's get to the others."




	We crossed through the magical boundary between the yard and the
pitch, and I was shocked by the sight before me. There seemed like hundreds
of vampires on the pitch, trying to get at my family at the centre of the
field. Shane was holding up a shield with his kindred powers, and the
vampires couldn't get past it, not matter how the tried.
	"You all right?" I asked Scott. He nodded quickly, and brandished
his wand. Seamus nodded quickly, and I shouted a war cry as best I
could. The three of us charged into the crowd of vampires, Scott setting
them on fire while Seamus and I sliced and cut our way through the undead
army. We cut a path through to our family, and Shane dropped his shield for
a moment to let us in.
	Ryan grabbed me into a hug. "Glad you could make it back."
	Seamus was explaining about the lightsabers and how to use them,
and gave one to each person except Rachel and Aunt Sharon, the only two
without kindred powers. At Shane's order, he dropped his shield, and the
group of us began to cut our way through the vampires. Scott stayed behind
to guard Aunt Sharon and Rachel, though that was more a precaution than
anything. Just because the girls in my family didn't inherit the kindred
powers didn't mean they were weak. Rachel could definitely handle a few
vampires, and with magic, a few more. But she lacked the quick reflexes and
powers of the kindred, and would tire out more easily than we would. I
would have to make a date with Uncle Peter and ask him to explain what he
knew about the kindred, since he was our only living link to our powers now
that his two brothers were dead.
	With the flashing lights of red, green, blue and yellow
lightsabers, the army of vampires was reduced to dust in a matter of
minutes, and many of them had fled in fear of the burning blades. But our
happiness was short-lived. An invisible force flung Ryan across the pitch,
his lightsaber going out as it collapsed next to him.
	"Ryan!" Rachel shouted as she raced across the pitch. Casey
screamed loudly, then collapsed as though he had been hit by something
heavy. Aunt Sharon raced to Casey, her motherly instincts rising to the
surface.
	"Mam, stay back!" Seamus shouted. Aunt Sharon stumbled, then
clutched at her throat, as though gagging for air. Seamus screamed with
rage, and rushed towards her, lightsaber swinging wildly to hit the
invisible threat. Before he could reach his mother, however, he was flung
back by the same force that threw Ryan. Shane quickly used his power to
slam the area where he thought our invisible opponent roughly stood. It was
a perfect shot, and a figure appeared from nowhere, falling to the
ground. Aunt Sharon gulped deeply, taking in air. The figure stood up
straight and tall, an imposing figure. He was deathly white, completely
bald, with basic features. His face was contorted, like all vampires' faces
were, and he was wearing a black robe, contrasting with his skin and making
him more intimidating.
	"Baile!" I shouted, rushing towards him.
	"Filan!" he snarled. "You have caused me enough worries. I sought
you amongst your family, but found you not, but here you are, and you will
die today!"
	"All words," I taunted, stopping a few metres away from him,
glaring at him. He stumbled a bit as Shane's power hit him again, but he
stood firm. At a word from him, Shane yelled out in pain, crashing to the
ground writhing in pain.
	"Your family need not die," Baile said calmly. He glanced at
Malcolm and flung him through the air to the ground in a crumpled
heap. Aunt Sharon and Rachel were sobbing, and Scott was just standing
rooted to the spot, stunned. Baile pulled his robe back and drew a sword
from inside it. The sword was throbbing with magical energy, and was
glowing like my lightsaber, but not as brightly.
	"It will be a pleasure killing you, Filan," Baile sneered.
	"Less talk, more action," I snapped, circling him, lightsaber at
the ready. Baile gave a polite nod of his head, and we circled each
other. I waited for him to make the first move, and his vampire bloodlust
gave me that advantage. Baile rushed at me, swinging his sword near my
neck. I dodged easily and spun, nicking the back of his leg. I held my
blade in a defensive position and waited for him to turn around. Baile
snarled as he spun around and charged me again. I parried his strike
easily, dodged and sliced his arm as he rushed past me. Growling, he
charged again, this time more slowly, his sword striking with more measured
strokes. I blocked and parried the flurry of attacks, then countered back
wih my own offensive manuevers, placing him on the defensive. I had the
advantage of a light blade, and it helped to conserve precious energy as I
attacked. I tried to find an opening in his parries, but found no advantage
for a while. Then I feinted a strike to his left, and spun around, striking
his unguarded right side. Baile roared in pain, his fangs bared. I remained
calm as I heard the voice of my kendo teacher's voice in my head. "Don't
look at his sword, or it will draw you to itself and strike you. Don't look
at his eyes, they will charm you like a predator charms its prey. Look at
his whole body and see how they work to make his next move. Find your
center, for knowing yourself is half the battle won."
	Baile's body language indicated a slight tiredness, and I took
advantage of that as I struck at his legs. He was unprepared for the
attack, and he stumbled back with a clumsy parry. With a quick swing, I
disarmed him and opened his defense, my lightsaber thrusting towards his
heart. It stopped half an inch away from his chest, then I felt myself
being flung backwards through the air. I used my powers to become
weightless, and got up unhurt. Baile saw me from the distance, and he
raised his sword high in the sky, shouting something I coudln't understand.
	"NO!!" Scott shouted. He began running towards me, his wand waving
intricately. Baile pointed his sword at me, his chanting reaching a
climax. A dark black blast ensued from the tip of his sword, moving towards
me ever so slowly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Scott stood
in front of me, a green shield-like spell blocking us from the death
ray. Baile was screaming angrily, and Scott was shouting words loudly to
keep up his spell, but he was sweating furiously and looked tired. I began
to feel dizzy, and I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my vision was
fading to white. I gasped for air, and finally passed out.




	Three weeks had passed since the incident with Baile. Both the
Flaming Filans and the Riverstown Ragers had been taken out of the league
due to member injuries. We spent most of our time recuperating from our
injuries. Melvin, Joy and Reuben were a great help and support for us
during that time, and slowly things seemed to get back to normal.
	I sat next to Scott at the top of the hill next to Aunt Sharon's
house, and I looked out to the west. I could almost see the ocean, and in
my mind's eye, I could see America there. I slowly lay back next to Scott
and stared at the sky. The sun was covered from sight on this cloudy day,
but it was still quite bright overall. I don't know how long I lay next to
Scott, but finally I had to get up, despite not wanting to.
	"My plane leaves in two hours," I turned to Scott. "I have to go
back to the States today, and you'll obviously be staying here."
	The breeze blew softly, and I closed my eyes to bask in it. I
opened my eyes after a while, remembering the flight I had to catch.
	"Bye Scott," I said, turning to go. I shoved my hands into my
pockets and felt something hard and metallic in my right pocket. I slowly
withdrew a silver ring with celtic knotwork designs all over it and held it
in my hands.
	"Before I forget," I said, turning back to Scott. "I promised to
get you a ring too."
	I knelt before the marble cross and pressed the ring near the top,
mentally talking to the earth elementals that lived in the stone. Slowly,
the marble gave way and held the ring in place, ensuring that everyone
could see it, but no one could pry it out. I looked again at the markings
on the cross, holding back tears.
	"Scott Andrews, 1982-2001. May he rest in peace for his sacrifice,"
I read aloud, running my fingers over the black engraving. I glanced to my
left and noticed a few wildflowers growing there. Reverently, I asked to
pick them, and gathered a small bouquet. Placing it at the base of the
gravestone, I remembered Scott's first bouquet of flowers for me,
wildflowers like those I had just picked. Standing up again, I took one
more look at Scott's grave, lying next to my father's and Uncle James'
graves in the Filan graveyard.
	"Goodbye Scott," I whispered. I bowed respectfully to my father's
and uncle's graves as I passed them to get to the car. Joy, Reuben and
Melvin were waiting patiently for me, their faces showing concern and
sadness as well. Malita was there too, and I hugged her. She broke down and
sobbed, and I began to soothe her.
	"Take care, sis," I said when Malita finally calmed down. She
smiled gently as she acknowledged that I now considered her family despite
not actually marrying Scott. But it didn't matter to me, I felt pretty much
like I had married him, and his family was now mine.
	"Give me a few minutes," Reuben said, getting out of the car. Joy
nodded, and Reuben made his way to the grave to say his own goodbyes to his
cousin. Malita looked at me sadly. "I guess I should get back now. Have a
safe trip back to the States, brother."
	"I'll give you call once we touch down," I said, hugging her
again. She made her way down the slope to the house, turned around, and
gave me a wave, before going into the house. Rachel and Ryan would be
staying on for a while to be with her until school started again for her in
a day or so, then they would fly back to the States as well.
	Reuben came back from Scott's grave, his eyes slightly red. I
hugged him and he hugged me back. "You okay, cuz?" I asked. He smiled
slightly, then nodded.
	"Come on," he said, getting into the driver's seat. I sat next to
him in the front while Melvin and Joy sat behind with our luggage. "We have
a plane to catch."
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End Season 1

As you may know from reading above, I'm going to be enlisted in the army on
the 17th of this month, and at best, I can only update once a week, though
sometimes it may be longer, but I'll do my best to get chapters done. Hope
you've enjoyed reading the story, and look out for Season 2!  Email Leo at:
dylan@celticwarrior.com