Supernatural Series

All You Pretty Vagrants, Episode 11

Simon’s Secret: After an impromptu threesome, Aldert tells his friends about Simon’s past which might be connected to the dangers they face.

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Previously: Steven, the young man who was drained by a foot soldier of the Marquis, is saved because Aldert brings him to Hauer, who administers a mysterious transfusion which brings him back to life. But at what cost?

‘I don’t do Christmas,’ Parker said.

‘It’s for Steven.’ Aldert had wanted to do something celebratory this year, even though he knew Parker wasn’t too happy about the saving of young Steven.

‘Why did you have to turn the boy?’

‘I saved him.’

‘He’s a vamp now, whatever your motivation. You could’ve just buried him.’

Aldert fell silent. He’d been visiting Steven at Hauer’s every day since he pulled the boy out of the city park’s pond, drained and almost dead. Hauer had brought him back, but, as Parker stated, it meant he would lead a vampire life. The transfusion effectively turned him.

‘Why, Aldert?’ Parker insisted on getting an answer. ‘I know you were devastated when your first love was drained, but you don’t make up for the past by saving some dopehead with the same name.’

‘Don’t be jealous.’

‘Don’t put it on me. You did this.’

Reluctantly, Aldert had to admit Parker was right. He’d saved Steven on an impulse. After slaying the foot soldier of the Marquis, he’d felt guilty about it, as always. ‘It’s kill, or be killed’, Parker reassured him afterwards. ‘It had to be done, it was self-defence.’ But to Aldert, it still felt like a sore excuse.

Aldert undeniably possessed the typical vampiric killer instinct, and he had the skills. His ability to shimmer made him superbly capable of swiftly slaying any enemy or prey. But he just didn’t want to. His deeply rooted moral sense of pacifism often overruled the instinct of blood lust.

‘We’re brothers in arms, Aldert, eternal mates. The Marquis is after all of us, you, me and Geraldine and Kunal. Hauer is great, but I don’t think he’ll be able or even willing to protect us for long. Soon we’ll have to move again to god knows where. We’re fucking vulnerable right now, and you go and save a kid who’ll we have to drag along with us.’

‘He’s seventeen.’

‘Is he?’

‘Yes.’

‘He looks twelve. I hope he’s not a retard.’

Aldert ignored Parker’s disrespect. His mate wasn’t very sensitive to zeitgeist changing social mores over the decades. ‘You should come with me today and properly meet him. You’ll like him, I’m sure.’

‘Someone still needs to do Hauer’s deliveries. We’re in debt, remember?’

‘Ask Kunal, he doesn’t mind.’

‘Kunal will fucking drink half a crate of wine instead of delivering it.’

Aldert laughed. ‘Okay, I’ll help you with the deliveries today. And you’ll come with me to see Steven tonight.’

Parker shrugged. ‘Fine. And for the record, I’m not jealous. I’m a goddamn vagramp, we don’t do jealous.’

‘Like you don’t do Christmas.’

‘Exactly.’

Aldert took a step closer to his mate and smiled his most seductive smile.

‘Don’t,’ Parker said. ‘I’m still mad at you.’

Aldert licked the tip of Parker’s nose while cupping his crotch.

‘Anger is an aphrodisiac,’ Aldert whispered.

‘You want me to fuck you hard without mercy, is that it?’

Parker grabbed Aldert by the neck and shoved him against the wall. ‘Kneel, bloodsucker.’

Aldert grinned and went down on his knees.

‘You want this?’ Parker pulled out his cock and with it he slapped Aldert in the face. Eager for a taste, Aldert tried to get the cock in his mouth, but Parker slapped him on the other cheek and shoved his dick back in his trousers. ‘You’re not getting it. I’m putting you on a ration.’

‘You’re too horny, you won’t last,’ Aldert said, grinning.

‘I don’t need you to get off. There’s Kunal and Geraldine, and an entire world of horny humans out there.’

Aldert noticed Geraldine leaning against the doorpost, clearly amused by the scene. Parker, standing with his back to her, had sensed her presence too. ‘Did you hear me, Geraldine? Aldert’s on a ration. You can edge him, but he can’t come.’

‘Why the punishment?’ Geraldine asked, but promptly gave the answer to herself. ‘The boy, I suppose.’

‘He’s not a boy. He’s seventeen,’ Aldert said.

Geraldine stood next to Parker, looking down at Aldert. ‘He’s so pretty on his knees.’ She pulled up her dress and showed off her pussy. ‘I hear you’re a cunning expert, Mr Save-the-world,’ she said, chuckling. ‘Why don’t you show me how that tongue of yours can save my fanny from sexual deprivation.’

Aldert moved between Geraldine’s thighs and kissed her pussy. She rocked against his mouth as he moved his tongue over her labia. ‘That’s it, pretty vamp, feed on my cunt.’

Parker dropped his pants and stroked his cock as he watched Geraldine being licked by Aldert. He planned on ejaculating on Aldert’s face, already grinning at the thought of him being covered in his cum and Geraldine’s.

Aldert smelled Parker’s cock and instinctively wanted to wank it, but when he held out his hand to do so, Geraldine slapped him, and held him firmly in place against her wet pussy, rubbing herself against his keen lips and tongue. ‘No touching him. Just me.’

‘This is fun,’ Parker snickered, as he and Geraldine winked at each other.

Aldert didn’t mind being teased. He loved going down on Geraldine. Actually, he was fond of going down on anyone, ever since he’d discovered his oral skills when he lived with Mrs Falck and Steven. Despite the difference in size, a clit was not dissimilar to a cock, he found. His tongue could trigger the same pleasurable effect on any person he was licking. Much of his own enjoyment came from pleasing others. It was gratifying to hear the moaning and groaning as a direct response to his actions, as well as feeling streams of orgasms flowing through bodies.

Geraldine, impatient as always, rocked her pelvis to ride his face. She encouraged him saying things like, ‘Right there, more, go slow’, ‘Suck it harder’ or ‘Lap it like a dog’.

Aldert glanced over to Parker, who was jerking off to the sight of him licking Geraldine’s pussy. He knew he would be covered in a load of cum soon, so he continued fervently to induce Geraldine’s orgasm as her juices flowed richly down his chin. His hard cock strained inside his trousers. His lovers would not allow him to come today, but being edged added to his pleasure.

‘How does he fucking do it?’ Geraldine exclaimed. She moaned rowdily and her shivering limbs announced her upcoming climax. Parker fisted his cock vigorously and thick strings of cum landed on Aldert’s face and shoulders while Geraldine was happily riding her orgasm. Grabbing him by the neck, Parker told Aldert to suck him clean. It was a passion for Parker to intensify the enhanced sensitivity of his cock right after an orgasm. He liked to endure it as it bordered on pain. But Geraldine yanked Aldert back between her legs. ‘He’s not finished here.’

‘I don’t care, you French brat,’ Parker said, and he slapped her ass.

Aldert laughed and watched Parker grab a fistful of Geraldine’s hair and force her on her hands and knees. ‘I’m not finished either,’ he said as he pointed his still hard cock at her dripping cunt. He slapped her buttocks pink, which made Geraldine cry out, but she winked at Aldert with a big smile and licked her lips. ‘Stop messing about,’ she said. ‘Put that cock in there already.’

‘Which hole?’ Parker bantered.

Geraldine shook her head. ‘You seem in charge, you decide.’

Aldert giggled and longed to be allowed to join. Doubling with Parker to fuck Geraldine was another of his favourite ways to spend time with his lovers. Even after all these years, the feeling of another cock close to his, sliding in and out of one of the dripping wet holes of a woman, was still most pleasurable.

‘Don’t just sit there, Aldert, use your fucking fingers,’ Geraldine commanded.

He slipped underneath her, his face close to her bittersweet scented cunt and as he watched Parker fuck her ass, he finger-fucked her until she collapsed on top of him, calling out, ‘O, la joie de jouir.’

‘Whatever brat,’ Parker said. ‘Get a load of this.’

Aldert and Geraldine sat up next to each other, looking up at Parker’s throbbing cock. He circled the sensitive rim of his crown between his thumb and forefinger. Geraldine bared her breasts and moaned when strands of cum decorated her chest with a pearl necklace. Taking his cue, Aldert cupped her tits and tenderly licked the cum off her. Immensely aroused and deprived of an orgasm, Aldert kissed Geraldine passionately, which prompted Parker to sandwich his cock between their mouths. Together, they kissed and licked him clean.

‘You think this boy of yours will like our way of celebrating Christmas?’ Parker said sarcastically.

‘His name is Steven,’ Aldert said, taking the bait.

‘Yeah, yeah, and he’s seventeen, you told us.’

‘His libido will go up like crazy once he’s fully recovered,’ Geraldine said. ‘We’ll have loads of fun.’

‘You two go easy on him,’ Aldert said then added in a more serious tone, ‘He didn’t really choose the life.’

‘No, he did not. I’m glad you realise it,’ Parker stated. ‘Which brings up the question of whether Steven is your Lock-Angel. You didn’t really turn him through love, did you? Who does he belong to? What is he?’

‘A zombie,’ Geraldine said.

‘I hate that word,’ Aldert said.

‘Why?’ she asked.

Aldert sighed, and both she and Parker noted a sadness that seemed to overwhelm him out of the blue. As they dressed in silence, Aldert contemplated telling his friends about something he’d sworn not to tell a soul. But the situation with Steven seemed to change everything. It had been playing on his mind ever since the night Hauer had brought Steven back to life. Hauer’s refusal to explain the process to him, worried Aldert especially. And when he had brought up Simon’s past, Hauer had sternly glared at him. ‘He shouldn’t have told you’, was all Hauer said, clearly annoyed.

Now Aldert felt compelled to tell Parker and Geraldine about the secret past of his deceased Key-Lover. He wanted no secrets between them anymore, and if Hauer had a problem with it, so be it.

‘Simon was turned like Steven. He was drained and saved. That’s why he was adamant against draining.’

‘Really? I never knew that,’ Geraldine said stunned.

‘Me neither.’ Parker looked as surprised as her. ‘Who saved him?’

‘I think Hauer did,’ Aldert said.

Parker and Geraldine gave him a quizzical look.

‘Simon never told me the truth about how he was turned until 1937, and I had to swear to tell no one. The Ancient in London that I assumed was Simon’s Key-Lover only took him under his wings after his draining and subsequent Saved-Return. This Ancient of the Hammersmith-clan was a friend of Hauer’s who lived in Oxford at the time. That’s all I know. Simon didn’t disclose to me how he was saved or by whom. Now, after what happened with Steven, I can’t think of anyone else who can, but Hauer.’

Parker looked puzzled. ‘If Hauer turned Simon like that, why keep it a secret from us? I don’t get it. I mean, zombies are rare, people hardly ever survive a draining, but it happens.’

‘Yes,’ Aldert said. ‘But did you ever think about how it’s done?’

‘Through our blood, I suppose. Some kind of transfusion.’

‘Yes, but last week, Hauer didn’t use vamp blood or human. And he wouldn’t tell me what it was.’

Geraldine suddenly sat down crossed-leg on the floor, closed her eyes and started murmuring. Aldert and Parker were bemused, as they’d never seen her do this.

They watched her in fascination when Kunal rushed into the room, triggered by a sense of danger threatening his Key-Lover.

‘O my…’ he whispered. ‘Why is she deducing?’

‘She’s what?’ Parker said.

‘She’s gathering thoughts. Literally. Like playing back pieces of film in your mind. It’s a peculiar, vamp way of meditating; she learned it from a bloodsucking yogi in Purna who called himself Holmes. It was a stupid joke, but we ended up calling it Deducing.’

After a while, Geraldine opened her eyes. ‘Merde,’ she said. ‘It’s the Fix. Hauer has the Fix.’

‘Meaning?’ Parker was still confused.

‘It means we’ll have to move from Amsterdam, and fast. The boy you saved, Aldert, was a setup. The scout you killed drained him on purpose, as my great-uncle foresaw you would want to save him and bring him to Hauer. That’s why he used me through our Bloodflow, to find you and set it up.’

‘Does Bloodflow make your uncle realise what you saw during your meditation?’ Kunal asked, his voice wavering.

‘No. I don’t think so,’ Geraldine said, without sounding very convincing.

‘Fuck,’ Aldert said.

Suddenly, the four of them felt a powerful presence and instantly they spread out through the room, prepared to fight. Eight dark figures appeared and one stepped forward. A hood partially hid her face, but not before Aldert noticed the scar of a scald on her left cheek. He’d seen it before on a vamp at the castle of the Marquis.

‘Which one of you fucking vagramps killed my mate?’ she said.

To be continued.

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