Supernatural Series

All You Pretty Vagrants, Episode 9

The Killing of a Boy: Aldert needs to deal with a scout from the Marquis. But an unexpected situation might have graver consequences

Previously: Aldert and Jennifer meet again. The attraction between them is unmistakable, but Aldert scares Jennifer too. After a night of unbridled sex in the company of Parker and Jennifer’s friend Louise, Aldert hints to Jennifer he’s a vampire which makes her run for her life.

Aldert watched Jennifer disappear around a corner. He now regretted being honest with her. Clearly, by scratching a vein on her wrist and licking the droplets of blood off, he’d gone too far.

‘You think she’ll be back?’ a familiar voice said.

Aldert turned to Geraldine, standing behind him. He shrugged. ‘I hope so. I think she’s the one.’

‘Your first Lock-Angel.’

‘Yes, she came looking for me. That’s a good sign, right?’

‘Sometimes,’ she said. ‘But we better go.’

‘Why?’

‘Kunal spotted a scout.’

Aldert sighed. He was in no mood for a fight, but he’d promised to protect Geraldine and if that meant capturing or killing another vamp, convincing Jennifer to become his would have to wait.

They walked in the direction of the city park near their apartment.

‘You shouldn’t be roaming the city alone,’ he said.

‘I wasn’t on my own. I was following you. That was a pretty hot scene I watched between you four.’ Geraldine grinned and licked her lips.

‘Since when are you a Peeping Tom?’

‘Kunal was on the hunt. I was bored and heard you all come home. Next time invite me and I’ll make sure your mortal conquests are properly serviced.’

‘I’m certain we satisfied them adequately.’

‘Adequate is boring. Although it was hot to watch you two jerk off and come on their tits. But I’m needy as hell and ample won’t do for me, so my egg is still buzzing.’

Aldert grinned and looked down as indeed, he now heard a soft buzz sounding from Geraldine’s crotch.

‘It never ceases to amaze me how insatiable you are.’

‘Wait…’ Geraldine halted and pressed her hand between her legs. ‘Fuck…’ Her pelvis shook, and she laughed. ‘Damn all vamps, this egg is so…’ She couldn’t finish her sentence and moaned through her orgasm, steadying herself by grabbing Aldert’s arm and leaning into him. As her climax subsided, she kissed Aldert’s neck, grazing his skin with her teeth before sucking hard to leave a hickey. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Aldert loved Geraldine’s cum-kissing, as she called it. When she came, she always needed to kiss fiercely. As their tongues twirled around each other, Aldert sensed the intensity of her orgasm. Although her desire had been fulfilled, the impact of the climax generated another longing; a craving for intimacy, to hold on to another being and share her bliss. Aldert found this endearing in Geraldine, but it made him lustful, too. She saw it in his eyes, cupped his the bulge in his pants and chuckled.

‘I guess Jennifer is not on your mind anymore?’

‘Like you said, we better go. If Kunal is alone out there…’

‘You’re right, let me get this thing out.’ She fumbled to remove the vibrating egg from her pants and tossed it. ‘Let’s go.’

The sun was about to rise and there were hardly any people out and about yet. They found Kunal, who’d ensconced himself behind a row of portable toilets close to an open-air stage in the middle of the city park. Kunal hushed them and pointed to a man sitting on a bench about two hundred metres away.

‘He’s been there watching our house since early last night,’ Kunal whispered.

‘He could be a homeless person,’ Aldert suggested.

‘He attacked and drained some kid who was high and had no clue what was happening,’ Kunal said, dispassionately.

Aldert sighed. He hated mortals getting killed by vamps. ‘Couldn’t you intervene?’

Kunal gave him a scornful look. ‘Sure, and end up in the pond along with the dopehead.’

‘You’re not a strung-out kid, Kunal. You could’ve done something,’ Aldert rebuked, although he knew this wasn’t the time to start an argument about saving innocent people.

‘I have no idea whom we’re up against. While you’re fucking pretty girls, I’m on my own here watching out for us all.’

Aldert took Kunal’s hand. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry.’

Geraldine was watching the man closely. ‘Excellent cover, Kunal. He can’t smell us from behind this wall of piss. You’re sure he’s alone?’

Kunal nodded. ‘Can you smell him?’

Geraldine shook her head. ‘The piss bothers me too. I should go to the band stand and try over there.’

Aldert grabbed her arm and stopped her. ‘I’ll go.’

‘But you don’t know any of his clan,’ Geraldine protested. ‘I do.’

‘I’ve been in the castle, remember? The odour should be part of this vamp’s scent.’

Geraldine and Kunal watched Aldert move towards the band stand in what seemed to be a flash.

‘Wow,’ Kunal whispered, ‘I didn’t know he could shimmer.’

‘Risky,’ Geraldine said. ‘The vamp could sense it.’

But the man on the bench seemed unaware of Aldert’s movements.

Within a minute, Aldert returned. ‘Definitely from the castle.’

‘Okay,’ Geraldine said. ‘We better kill him then.’ She turned to Aldert, unsurprised by his look of aversion. ‘You can go home, you know. Kunal and I can handle this.’

Aldert shook his head. ‘I promised to protect you.’

‘So, you’ll do it?’ She meant it as a provocation. Aldert’s distaste for violence had always annoyed her. She considered it a flaw in his vampire education. She’d told Simon so, during their time together in Paris, but Aldert’s Key-Lover had insisted that this trait of Aldert’s wasn’t a flaw, but something he cherished and encouraged in his Lock-Angel.

‘Wait here,’ Aldert said, and before Geraldine or Kunal could object, he shimmered.

They saw him appear again close to the vamp on the bench and awaited a deadly attack. But Aldert walked up to the enemy and sat down next to him on the bench.

‘What the fuck?’ Geraldine exclaimed a bit too loud.

‘Hush. He might need us and the fucker can’t know we’re here.’

Aldert smiled at the vamp, who froze and stared at the young man who’d appeared next to him out of nowhere.

‘Is your Key-Lover still alive?’ Aldert asked him.

The vamp shook his head, unsure of what to make of the situation.

‘Good.’ Aldert paused. ‘At least he or she will not have to deal with your death.’

‘I’m not dying tonight.’

‘You will.’

‘I know who you are, and your reputation. You’re a wimp.’

Aldert smirked, remembering Parker using the exact same word for Simon many years ago. Why are you with this wimp of a man? he’d said, but later that week, Parker submitted to Simon after being whipped, scratched and fucked without mercy.

Aldert slipped the thimble in his pocket onto his left middle finger and with one swift move, slit his adversary’s throat in a split second. Blood sprayed from the vamp’s neck like a fountain and Aldert receded from the sight of it. He knew what would come next.

Crazed by the blood, Geraldine and Kunal approached quickly to ferociously shred the enemy within seconds. Aldert went towards the pond and walked into it. He could smell the body of the boy who’d been drained and pulled him out of the water. Laying him on the grass, he mourned the loss of life.

‘The city’s waking up, Aldert.’ Geraldine shook her head disapprovingly as she watched the scene. ‘Time to go.’

Aldert suddenly sensed a stir in the boy. ‘I can’t leave him.’

Geraldine sighed. ‘You want to do what? Take him home and do the zombie?’ She snorted, as the suggestion was ridiculous to her. But looking at Aldert, she realised he was actually considering it. ‘No, no, no, Aldert, don’t even think about it.’

She tried to pull him away from the boy’s body. But it was too late. Aldert had picked the boy up and shimmered off with him, leaving Geraldine and Kunal staring at his vaporous image disappearing out of the park.

‘Merde,’ Geraldine said.

Kunal sighed. ‘Where did he go, you reckon?’

She shrugged. ‘I hope he only went off to bury the kid.’

‘Kind of nice.’

‘Don’t you start.’

Kunal laughed. They walked out of the park, back to the apartment, where they found Parker and Louise asleep in each other’s arms.

‘You think the woman will wake if I fuck her?’ Kunal said, grinning.

‘Why don’t you just try?’ Geraldine scoffed. ‘I’m off to my room. I don’t care what the fuck you all do.’

Kunal hesitated. He could slip between the covers with Parker and Louise, or follow his Key-Lover to her room. The kill had aroused him and, clearly, Geraldine wasn’t in a romantic mood. As he lay down beside Parker, the handsome American woke and smiled at him.

‘Good morning, prince,’ Parker said. ‘Did you kill the fucker?’

Kunal nodded.

‘You need a wank?’

Again, Kunal nodded.

‘Louise might like you. Shall we wake her up?’

Kunal grinned. ‘Yes, please.’

Parker kissed Louise’s neck, and she stirred with a soft moan. ‘Good morning gorgeous,’ Parker whispered in her ear. ‘Would you like to meet an Indian prince?’

Louise lifted her head and frowned, confused, as she noticed Kunal in the bed with them. But as soon as she locked eyes with him, she felt an irrepressible need to kiss him. Soon after, she had his cock in her mouth and Parker’s in her hand.

Aldert stood in front of Hauer’s door. The boy in his arms stirred, his almost lifeless eyes staring up at him.

‘It’s alright,’ Aldert reassured him. ‘The pain will pass.’

To be continued.

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