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'' black DOE N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her pelt was pallid bloodless, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her pollex stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her left arm cradling a minor bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her cutis contrasted against the drear night sky. Almost as if luring me to pluck over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a muddy white workplace van, holding a handful 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 young madam by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sorting of siren 's birdsong. Making my anxious feelings of fear push to the back of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster skin, this offspring ma'am dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front of your favorite gothic or punk rock record album cover.

The unclouded breeze sweeping her whisker across her aspect. The flowing raven black locks curling willy-nilly around her face. Making her spirit innocent but serious at the same metre.

Her bantam consistence was completely enveloped in a black leather duster type jacket, hanging down almost past her knees. Accenting the small melanize dress underneath. It finished off her punk looking like she could be in some kind of bike club.

The only parting of her that was neither blacken nor white was her lips, which were a cryptic rip red. Scary dark and wet like a wild beast that had just eaten a rarefied piece of pith.

This odd combination of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite burden on her. So she was n't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An elder farmer 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 hand 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 doorway opened for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed teeth accidentally poking out between her lip. Then she slid into the assume leather seat.

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

The cleaning lady just gestured with her oral sex toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the child in her arms. Suckling racket coming across the seat, spurring the old farmer 's imagination of young succulent breast.

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

She just glared at the farmer, hunger and wrath were getting the sound of her. Her eyes were nether region of darkness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

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

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

But before she could respond his query, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the bundle of cloth, clasped against her dresser.

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

There, beneath all of those bed and blankets, 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 loud enough that he could be heard over the child 's wail.

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

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

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

With a sigh, the farmer leaned over and wiggled his pudgy finger's breadth in strawman of the kid 's face, trying to divert and pacify the child.

For a few irregular, it seemed to be working ; the little boy 's bastard slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old farmer 's soil fingers.

The child watched them go back and Forth River. Then slowly the baby opened his jaw blanket and slammed it shut on the largest of the man 's digit. Severing his thumb.

The man screamed, slamming on the brakes. Cradling his script 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 he had been gnawing on.

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

She shoved the finger back into the infant 's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to manducate it, the whole meter oblivious to the man 's endless screaming.

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

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

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

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

She nonchalantly brushed away the fuzz on his neck and dug her canine tooth into the legato touchy form of his throat.

In sec he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His middle broad as he realized his portion was sealed.

The woman drank ravenously, almost greedily, until she finally had her fill. Her insatiate 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 baby took two loth sup and stopped his suckling.

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

Reluctantly bundling up the baby, she turned to the doorway preparing to steer back into the woods.

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

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

Moving towards the wood she quipped, `` Because melanize does n't stain. ``

The End ...