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'' BLACK DOES N'T discoloration ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was pale white, almost to the dot of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her left arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the dark nighttime sky. Almost as if luring me to attract over, like preteen baby trusting the molester in a dirty white body of work van, holding a handful of candy.

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 lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of Delilah 's Song. Making my queasy feelings of fear push to the spinal column of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster skin, this Danton True Young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front line of your preferred Gothic architecture or punk rock-and-roll album cover.

The light pushover sweeping her hair across her brass. The flowing prey Negro locks curling willy-nilly around her aspect. Making her feel innocent but severe at the same sentence.

Her lilliputian physical structure was completely enveloped in a disastrous leather sirocco type jacket crown, hanging down almost past her knees. Accenting the little black dress underneath. It finished off her tough look like she could be in some kind of bike order.

The only part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deep blood red. Scary wickedness and wet like a gaga beast that had just eaten a uncommon piece of meat.

This odd combination of dress, which would accept looked abnormal on anyone else, had the opposite consequence on her. So she was n't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An honest-to-god Fannie Merritt Farmer stylus 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 weapons system tighter to her dresser. `` Anywhere but here. ``

She walked up to the rusty green motortruck door and paused, as though she was trying to make up one's mind whether to get in or not.

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

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

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

The woman just gestured with her drumhead toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the child in her weapon system. Suckling noises coming across the seat, spurring the old farmer 's mental imagery of young succulent breast.

'' Not very bigmouthed are you ? '' the unkempt old Fannie Merritt Farmer mumbled in a flavor that was almost inaudible to himself. But she caught every syllable.

She just glared at the farmer, thirstiness and choler were getting the proficient of her. Her eyes were pits of darkness sparking with ire, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

'' So how do 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 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 scream continued as the woman began unraveling the material. 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 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 baby 's wail.

'' He 's hungry, '' 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 boob resting on his sassing. She was looking right back at him with that piercing regard of hers.

With a sigh, the farmer leaned over and wiggled his podgy fingerbreadth in front man of the child 's human face, trying to amuse and lenify the child.

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

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

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

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 backtalk and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to jaw it, the whole time unmindful to the man 's eternal screaming.

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

Her news were returned by his secrecy and a face of fear and disarray. His scream silenced and he fumbled with the lock on his room access.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the door open when the cleaning lady grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

The adult female 's strength surprising him, her steel-like grasp was near unimaginable to break. So his invariant struggling to get some distance, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the hair's-breadth on his cervix and dug her canid into the smoothen delicate flesh of his pharynx.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His center wide as he realized his fate was sealed.

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

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

She pressed the youngster against his bloody pharynx, but to her headache, he would not suckle anymore.

Reluctantly bundling up the child, she turned to the threshold preparing to channelize back into the woods.

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

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

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

The End ...