Naked Came the Vampire (Hypernaturals 1)

The Nose Knows

Everything has a teachable moment now. Orientation for a brand new member of an ancient race of beings. Vampires presumably have been around at least as long as our human progenitors. Far longer in fact, since we are created off of a base species. We evolved over the top of hominids long before modern man. Pretty much had to.

Jessica and I were standing on the balcony of the bedroom relaxing, inhaling the fresh mountain air with its myriad scents. Made headier by the way our two scents merged upon one another.

Jessica, firmly wearing her mentor hat and little else, was talking about scent. "Vampires vary in degree as to how much better than a human our senses become. The least sensitive Vampire nose will be far more accurate than a human one. We can tear apart a scent into what it is made of. Portable spectroscopes. You will be able to focus on an odor of any type and have it no longer be a single scent to you but a melange of components. Vampires can have as good a sense of smell as a bloodhound. Able to detect molecules in the parts per billion range. Modern life with all its chemicals will take some getting used to. Odor-wise, ancient life wasn't any better. I have a friend who says 'life stinks', but as you start being able to take various scents apart in your mind, you not only can tell where they came from, you are able to mentally deal with them."

"Like a dog, eating trash?" I asked.

She wrinkled her nose. "Not really the mental picture I had in mind"

I returned to my favorite subject. Her. "Sex smells good. I always liked it, but now I really like it. At least with you. I have not had sex with anyone else since you turned me. Why would I?"

"Go with that image then." Jessica ignored the implicit flirtation. She probably found post-coital flirting redundant. "No one around you will have secrets about sex or anything else the results in a scent. You will know beyond all doubt when a woman or man wants to have sex with you. You will know when the people around you just have a quickie at lunch. You will know WHO they had the quickie with or if they are horny or frustrated. You will know when someone had onions in their lunch across the room."

I blushed. "I hate to think how I smelled to you when you first met me."

Jessica took that seriously. "Many ways. I was hunting. I needed blood and I wanted sex. I picked you over everyone else at the Hollow because you smelled delicious. It was not just your unwilling erection that let me know you would not disappoint my needs. You smelled good to me. Not just tasty human good either but sex partner good. A perfect gentleman, but I could scent your desire. How very much you wanted me." A quick glance my way. "You still do, even though we just..." She added, trailing off.

She turned to lean against the rail and smiled, remembering. "That next time. Beaten all to shit. Barely able to stand in the shower. Keeping your hands to yourself, other than propping yourself up on my hips, giving off clouds of desire. That close in, I got lungful after lungful." She gave me a cat that ate the canary kind of smile. "You do make a girl feel wanted." She paused, like she was going to say more, but didn't.

An interesting revelation: She looked past the awkwardness and scented my sexual potential. Thinking back on the shower I remembered all the pain and yet what I mostly thought about was her.

Jessica waved her hand over the scenery. "Let's try to focus, boner-boy. Out here. Out in the morning air, fresh breezes off the mountains. What do you sense?"

I took a deep breath, pulling in a lung full of air through my nose. "Because of your proximity, I smell you. Everything about you. Your personal cinnamon-like scent. The unscented soap in your hair. Me on you. Even if I had not been there participating, I would know that you recently had sex." I considered some other things beyond the scents of sex. The scents of expended physical effort. "I might even guess that it was not a quickie. I smell your sweat. Your unscented deodorant. Also, there is the unscented soap you used to wash your cotton wrap. No: Wrong. It is a detergent. Not soap." 

I looked away from her reluctantly. "Farther away I smell a trash dumpster. Various things that make me think a dog uses that grass patch over there as a latrine. Concrete. Brick. Various ceramic smells. The white paint on the stucco. Cooking food, probably from one of the other condos. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. Coffee. Gods, I'm hungry all the sudden. Pine tar. Asphalt. Various other oils. Burnt gasoline. Unburnt gasoline. Diesel fumes. Some fresh pollen from some plant or three, kind of mixed together. Mostly I smell you."

"That is a lot of scents, and I get them all too. Now you see why the brain needs an upgrade to deal with all that. Here comes another gust of wind. Anything new in it?"

I evaluated. "Rubber, like from car tires. More cooking smells. Garlic. Tomato sauce, like Italian food. Must be that little place up the road. Water. Wet paper. More of you... You are ... You are interested in going back to bed? Is that what that is?"

"Fuck, yes. It has been forever. Bed. Desk. Wherever. Here. You need to start taking better care of my needs, you asshole." Jessica untied her wrap to open it, facing me. Any thoughts I have ever had about whether or not women feel the same level of desire as men have been erased by being with her. She may not love me, but she absolutely wants me. If there are neighbors looking up at her balcony, they got a show.