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'' BLACK doe N'T blot ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was blanch white, almost to the distributor point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit guidepost. Her pass on arm cradling a small practice bundling very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her hide contrasted against the glum Nox sky. Almost as if luring me to rip over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a cheating clean work van, holding a handful of candy.

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

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of enchantress 's Song. Making my anxious notion of care push to the cover of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her Mexican onyx skin, this young Lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the forepart of your deary mediaeval or punk rock rock album cover version.

The illumination breeze sweeping her tomentum across her face. The flowing raven black locks curling willy-nilly around her boldness. Making her feel clean-handed but dangerous at the Same sentence.

Her tiny body was completely enveloped in a blacken leather dustcloth type jacket crown, hanging down almost past her genu. Accenting the footling blackened dress underneath. It finished off her tough aspect like she could be in some kind of motorcycle nine.

The only component of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a abstruse blood red. Scary dark and wet like a untamed animal that had just eaten a rare piece of nub.

This odd compounding of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she was n't surprised that the foremost car that stopped held a man. An onetime sodbuster style man to be exact.

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

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

She walked up to the rusty Green River truck door and paused, as though she was trying to decide whether to get in or not.

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

She smiled gratefully, her pointed tooth accidentally poking out between her mouth. Then she slid into the worn leather seat.

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

The womanhood just gestured with her point toward the woods and continued as if she were feeding the child in her limb. Suckling noises coming across the seat, spurring the old James Leonard Farmer 's imagination of young succulent breast.

'' Not very chatty are you ? '' the unkempt old farmer mumbled in a shade that was almost inaudible to himself. But she caught every syllable.

She just glared at the sodbuster, thirstiness and anger were getting the better of her. Her center were pits of darkness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

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

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

But before she could answer his question, a piercing plaint filled the air. It was coming from the bundle of cloth, clasped against her chest.

The inhuman screeching continued as the woman began unraveling the textile. One stratum off, then another, and another, until finally, the minor was naked.

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

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

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

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

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

With a suspiration, the farmer leaned over and wiggled his pudgy finger's breadth in front of the child 's brass, trying to amuse and pacify the child.

For a few minute, it seemed to be working ; the little boy 's sobs slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old farmer 's dirty fingerbreadth.

The nestling watched them go back and forth. Then slowly the baby opened his jaw wide and slammed it shut on the bombastic of the man 's finger. Severing his thumb.

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

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

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

She shoved the finger back into the baby 's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the altogether clip oblivious to the man 's sempiternal screaming.

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

Her words were returned by his silence and a face of awe and confusion. His screaming silenced and he fumbled with the curl on his door.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the doorway open when the woman grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

The cleaning lady 's strength surprising him, her steel-like grip was near unsufferable to pause. So his constant struggling to get some distance, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the tomentum on his neck and dug her canines into the smooth frail flesh of his pharynx.

In arcsecond he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His middle wide as he realized his lot was sealed.

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

She then pressed the fry 's lips against one of the two punctures that were still oozing blood droplets. The sister took two reluctant deglutition and stopped his suckling.

She pressed the child against his bloody throat, but to her vexation, he would not give suck anymore.

Reluctantly bundling up the baby, she turned to the door preparing to manoeuvre back into the Sir Henry Wood.

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

'' You wanted to know why I wear disgraceful ? '' The man groaned. A groan that the woman took for agreement.

Moving towards the woods she quipped, `` Because fatal does n't maculate. ``

The End ...