Supernatural Series

All You Pretty Vagrants Episode 1

‘Did you just bite my toesie?’—Cigarettes don’t sate Aldert’s hunger for sex and an open wrist.

Aldert stood in the middle of the motorway, screaming like a banshee. Headlights shone all around him, angry horns bellowing their protest against his daredevil behaviour. The side mirror of a pickup truck rammed into his shoulder, spinning him on his heels like a revolving door. The impact caused a sharp pain in his collarbone, which dissolved within three pirouettes, as the regenerative power of his body mended the fracture. At least, I felt something, he thought, coming to a standstill and to his senses. How silly to endanger these poor souls in their cars.

He sprinted to the side of the road, his fleeting presence but a veil of mist to the passing drivers.

At a nearby gas station, he bought coffee and cigarettes and he drank the dark, hot fluid in three gulps. He jumped over a fence behind the station, lay down in a meadow and stared at the stars while smoking one cigarette after the other. The view on eternity and the soundscape of the night offered him some solace. The insects crawling around in the grass, an owl calling out in the distance, the treading and grazing of cows, a small stream flowing, and a fox rummaging in its lair. Out of boredom, Aldert imitated the bark of a reynard and listened to the vixen at the lair pricking up her ears. But it hardly amused him as he finished the last cigarette in the pack and stood up with a sigh. The nicotine wasn’t doing enough to cloud his hunger. Sex would be nice, he thought. And who knows, it might lead to other satisfactions as well…

He went back to the gas station to buy another pack of cigarettes and scout for a score.

He lingered around the candy isles, the sugary chemicals of the sweets permeating his nostrils. How can people eat this stuff? The memory of tasting a popsicle or a caramel had long faded from his active mind. Another smell drew his attention as a woman came into the store. Aldert stepped away from the candy to give her scent more nasal space. Not bad. And maybe…

He queued behind her at the cashier as she bought cigarettes. When she turned to leave, his presence startled her. He looked her in the eye knowing it would freeze her on the spot long enough for him to confirm his suspicion. When her smell gave him the affirmative, he smiled, gazing from the pack in her hand to her not yet convex belly. He winked at her.

‘Bad habit,’ she mumbled perplexed. He read in her eyes that she realised he knew she was pregnant. She walked off to the exit, and he predicted she would turn at the door for another glance at him, wondering what the hell just happened. He quickly paid for two more packs of his own. She caught him in her headlight as he came out of the gas station’s store and he swiftly went to her car, knocking on the passenger side window. After some hesitation, she opened it.

‘Would you mind giving a fellow smoker a lift into town? My boyfriend kicked me out and here I am stranded.’

It was an infallible line because the word ‘boyfriend’ always softened women’s faces in such circumstances.

‘What did you do to him?’ she asked with some wariness. So, she wasn’t gullible.

‘I sucked him off, but wouldn’t swallow.’ He kept a straight face, giving her time to let his crudeness sink in. Her thin smile broadened into a laugh.

‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘It’s none of my business. Hop in.’

‘I’m Aldert,’ he said as he sat down and offered his hand.

She shook it. ‘Jennifer.’

‘Well Jennifer, pleased to meet you and thank you for being a good Samaritan.’

As they drove, Aldert noticed she wasn’t nervous about having him in her car. She seemed in pain, though. A headache maybe. Or worries about the pregnancy that kept her awake at night.

‘Buying cigarettes in the middle night doesn’t necessarily make me a good person,’ she said.

‘Ah, the cigarettes.’

‘Yes.’

She was fishing, trying to figure out how he’d guessed her pregnancy. It wasn’t guessing, of course, but a question of scent.

‘Either way,’ he said. ‘It must be my lucky night to stumble upon a friendly junkie.’

She frowned. ‘Who are you calling a junkie?’ she laughed, nodding to the two packs of Gauloises he was holding in his hand.

‘Fellow traveller then.’

She chuckled.

They were near the city and soon she asked where he wanted to be dropped off. He returned the question by asking where she lived, but she wasn’t that naïve. ‘I’ll take you to the nearest taxi stand once we’re near the city centre.’

‘Good idea,’ Aldert said, but his mind was racing. How could he convincingly extend the time spent in her company? The solution presented itself when they stopped at the stand and the lonely taxi standing there suddenly drove off.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘I’ll get an Uber.’ He stepped out of her car, but before closing the passenger door, he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. ‘Would you like to keep me company while I wait and have that cigarette you so crave for?’

It didn’t take her long to shut down the engine.

‘I’ll tell you what?’ she said. ‘I’ll take one, smoke it with you, and give you the rest of the pack. You’ve convinced me to quit.’

Aldert smiled and dropped his gaze to her belly. ‘I’m not the only one.’

She ignored him for the time it took to open her pack, take one cigarette, and hand him the box. After lighting her last, she couldn’t hold in her curiosity.

‘Do you have a sixth sense or something? Because I only knew this week.’

‘You’re showing.’

‘No, I’m not.’

‘You are. I can smell it on you.’

She snorted. ‘You’re weird.’

‘And horny.’

Surprised, she turned to him. Aldert took his chance by pressing his lips on hers. Her reaction was as expected: astonishment and resistance tensed the muscles in her body, but as he held her in his arms and prolonged the kiss, the minor aches and worries troubling her disappeared from her limbs. The headache which had kept her wide awake and prompted her to get in her car and drive, melted like snow in spring, morphing into a refreshing brook.

When Aldert let her take a breath, his eyes glowed in the dark, holding Jennifer spellbound.

‘I thought you were gay,’ she said with a broad smile that revealed her lust to him.

‘I’m not… typical.’ He put an arm around her waist and pressed her against him, the arousal of his cock abundantly clear to her.

‘O my…’ she mumbled, swooning. ‘Maybe you should cancel that Uber.’

‘I never ordered one.’

‘Cheeky.’

So, they got back into her car and drove to her apartment.

Aldert’s stamina amazed Jennifer and she couldn’t get enough of fucking him. Completely wasted by the string of orgasms he’d caused with his tongue, fingers, and cock, she fell into a deep sleep. Aldert bared a vein on her wrist with his custom-made thimble and fed on her maternal blood. It had been some time since he’d tasted a pregnant woman, and he instantly felt how deeply it affected his being. He grabbed his still erect cock — he could never come from mortal sex — and jerked himself off while licking Jennifer’s bloodied wrist. His cum squirted like a Roman fountain, spilling over Jennifer’s breasts. Groaning hungrily, he licked her tits clean, his bittersweet, infertile semen mingling with the iron taste of life in his mouth.

Jennifer squirmed underneath him, the wet caresses of Aldert’s tongue causing goosebumps on her skin. He knew she would later wake with a vague memory of what had happened, but assume it to be a dream. He dressed and was about to leave her bedroom, silent as a cat, when again she writhed and moaned as if the dream was already presenting itself. It made him turn to enjoy a last look at this pretty woman who’d obliged him so deliciously. When her eyes opened suddenly, Aldert froze.

‘Where’re you going?’ she mumbled sleepily.

‘Home.’

‘Leave your number.’ She rolled over to her bedside table and grabbed her phone. She unlocked it and gave it to him. Aldert owned a smart phone, yes, but as a prop. He had no number, no sim, no plan. He mimicked creating a new contact and tapping in numbers, closed Jennifer’s phone and gave it back.

‘I had a funny dream just now,’ she said.

He was getting impatient, he seriously needed to leave.

‘You sucked my toes.’ She giggled and lifted a leg, wriggling her toes at him. ‘Maybe a goodbye kiss?’

He held her foot and closed his lips around her middle toe. He softly sucked it and watched Jennifer fall back on her cushion with a content sigh. But he couldn’t resist and punctured the tender flesh with his mandibular canine tooth.

‘Ouch,’ she yelped, but hardly tried to pull her foot away. He sucked her toe like candy — a few droplets of blood oozed on his tongue — and let go of it with a pop.

She laughed. ‘Did you just bite my little toesie?’

He winked and blew her a kiss before disappearing from her apartment.

On the street, he squinted against the early morning sun and took out his Ray-Ban’s. He needed to locate Parker, who’d hopefully found them a more permanent place to stay. Aldert was finally in a good mood, his body had been reinvigorated, and if they needed to change houses regularly for another month, so be it. Maybe he could pay Jennifer another visit.

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