right of first publication 2019 by tcs1963

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'' black Energy N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her tegument was pale albumen, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her go forth arm cradling a little bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the darkness night sky. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteenager fry trusting the molester in a begrime white work van, holding a handful of candy.

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

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of Siren 's vocal. Making my queasy feelings of fear push to the dorsum of my mastermind, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster cutis, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the straw man of your best-loved gothic or spunk rock album cover charge.

The unclouded zephyr sweeping her hairsbreadth across her face. The flowing raven black locks curling willy-nilly around her face. Making her look free but dangerous at the Lapp clip.

Her midget eubstance was completely enveloped in a black leather sandstorm character cap, hanging down almost past her human knee. Accenting the piffling blackness dress underneath. It finished off her tough looking at like she could be in some kind of motorcycle club.

The only part of her that was neither black nor White person was her rim, which were a deep blood red. Scary nighttime and wet like a barbaric beast that had just eaten a rare art object of meat.

This odd combination of dress, which would deliver looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she was n't surprised that the world-class car that stopped held a man. An elderly farmer style man to be exact.

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

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

She walked up to the rusty immature truck threshold 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 teeth accidentally poking out between her lips. Then she slid into the raddled leather seat.

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

The fair sex just gestured with her nous toward the timberland and continued as if she were feeding the child in her weapons system. Suckling noises coming across the fanny, spurring the old Farmer 's imagination of vernal succulent breast.

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

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

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

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

But before she could resolve his question, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the parcel of cloth, clasped against her thorax.

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

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

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

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

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

She just sat there, her ghostly white bosom resting on his sassing. She was looking right back at him with that piercing gaze of hers.

With a sigh, the farmer leaned over and wiggled his pudgy fingers in front of the youngster 's face, trying to amuse and conciliate the child.

For a few seconds, it seemed to be working ; the little boy 's son of a bitch slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old sodbuster 's dirty fingers.

The child watched them go back and forth. Then slowly the sister opened his jaw wide-cut and slammed it shut on the largest of the man 's finger's breadth. Severing his thumb.

The man screamed, slamming on the brakes. Cradling his hand and staring at what remained of his thumb in shock.

Within seconds the infant boy began wailing again, spitting out the end of the finger's breadth he had been gnawing on.

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

She shoved the finger back into the child 's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time oblivious to the man 's dateless screaming.

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

Her run-in were returned by his quiet and a flavour of fear and discombobulation. His screaming silenced and he fumbled with the ignition lock on his door.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the door undefendable when the char grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

The woman 's strength surprising him, her steel-like traveling bag was near unimaginable to demote. So his constant struggling to get some space, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the hair on his neck and dug her canines into the quiet soft physical body of his throat.

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

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

She then pressed the child 's lips against one of the two punctures that were still oozing blood line droplets. The baby took two loth swallows and stopped his suckling.

She pressed the child against his bloody throat, but to her worry, he would not lactate anymore.

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

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

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

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

The End ...