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'' BLACK Energy N'T brand ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was pale white, almost to the percentage point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her impart arm cradling a belittled bunch up very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her pelt contrasted against the coloured dark sky. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a cheating Edward D. White work van, holding a fistful of confect.

I had never stopped to pick up hitchhikers before and as a matter of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally could n't pass this Pres Young lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of temptress 's Song. Making my unquiet feelings of reverence energy to the back of my brainiac, along with my logic.

Along with her onyx marble skin, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front of your best-loved gothic or punk rock album concealment.

The light breeze sweeping her hair across her face. The flowing raven black ringlet curling willy-nilly around her face. Making her look guiltless but dangerous at the Sami metre.

Her tiny body was completely enveloped in a pitch-dark leather duster eccentric jacket, hanging down almost past her knees. Accenting the little mordant garb underneath. It finished off her tough feeling like she could be in some kind of motorcycle golf-club.

The only part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deeply blood red. Scary dark and wet like a godforsaken animal that had just eaten a rare piece of meat.

This odd combining of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she was n't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An quondam Fannie Merritt Farmer way man to be exact.

'' Where ya going ? '' the old man yelled gruffly through an undefendable window.

'' Anywhere, '' she softly muttered. Pulling the bundle in her arms tighter to her chest. `` Anywhere but here. ``

She walked up to the rusty super acid hand truck threshold and paused, as though she was trying to determine whether to get in or not.

'' What are ya waiting for ? '' he said shoving the door exposed for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed teeth accidentally poking out between her lips. Then she slid into the wear down leather seat.

'' So where are ya from ? '' he asked, looking down at her bare thighs with his heart sparkling hungrily.

The adult female just gestured with her head toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the tike in her arms. Suckling haphazardness coming across the keister, spurring the old husbandman 's imaginativeness of young succulent breast.

'' Not very talkative are you ? '' the unkempt old James Leonard Farmer mumbled in a tone that was almost inaudible to himself. But she caught every syllable.

She just glared at the farmer, hunger and ire were getting the better of her. Her optic were Hell of swarthiness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

'' So how come you are wearing all black ? '' he asked. `` Did someone die or something ? ''

She gave him an odd look, partly puzzled and partly surprised. Thinking to herself that he was quite prying for his age, and then wondering if he would scream in fear.

But before she could reply his motion, a piercing lament filled the air. It was coming from the bundle of material, clasped against her bureau.

The inhuman scream continued as the woman began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the child was naked.

There, beneath all of those layers and blankets, lay a scrawny baby boy, not a particularly beautiful infant, but a baby all the same.

'' Ai n't ya going ta shut it up ? '' he yelled, just trashy enough that he could be heard over the baby 's wail.

'' He 's athirst, '' she stated abruptly.

The man looked at her expectantly, as though waiting for her to do something to quench the shriek infant.

She just sat there, her ghostly Edward Douglas White Jr. breast resting on his lips. She was looking right back at him with that piercing gaze of hers.

With a sigh, the James Leonard Farmer leaned over and wiggled his tubby finger's breadth in front of the nipper 's brass, trying to disport and pacify the child.

For a few seconds, it seemed to be working ; the short boy 's cocksucker slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old farmer 's dirty fingers.

The nestling watched them go back and Forth River. Then slowly the babe opened his jaw all-inclusive and slammed it shut on the bombastic of the man 's fingers. Severing his thumb.

The man screamed, slamming on the brake. Cradling his hand and staring at what remained of his quarter round in shock.

Within seconds the infant boy began wailing again, spitting out the end of the digit he had been gnawing on.

'' Now look what you 've done ! '' The lady shouted angrily.

She shoved the digit back into the baby 's mouthpiece and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time oblivious to the man 's endless screaming.

'' Do n't call up I 've forgotten you, '' she said, turning to the man.

Her words were returned by his silence and a look of awe and confusion. His shrieking silenced and he fumbled with the lock on his door.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the door spread out when the woman grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

The woman 's strength surprising him, her steel-like grip was near impossible to discontinue. So his constant struggling to get some length, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the hair on his neck and dug her dogtooth into the smooth out delicate flesh of his throat.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His eyes astray as he realized his destiny was sealed.

The woman drank ravenously, almost greedily, until she finally had her filling. Her unsatiable hungriness sated for the time being

She then pressed the child 's sassing against one of the two punctures that were still oozing roue droplets. The baby took two reluctant sup and stopped his suckling.

She pressed the tike against his bloody pharynx, but to her irritation, he would not suck anymore.

Reluctantly bundling up the baby, she turned to the door preparing to head back into the woods.

On second thought, she turned back around to seem at the man, who was just awakening from unconsciousness.

'' You wanted to acknowledge why I wear blackamoor ? '' The man groaned. A groan that the char took for agreement.

Moving towards the woods she quipped, `` Because black does n't stain. ``

The End ...