Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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'' BLACK Energy Department N'T grunge ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was pale tweed, almost to the point of radiance. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her leave alone arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the colored night sky. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preadolescent shaver trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a fistful of candy.

I had never stopped to break up up hitchhikers before and as a thing of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally could n't kick the bucket this Thomas Young lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of Siren 's birdcall. Making my anxious feelings of fear energy to the back of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster peel, this youthful lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the straw man of your favorite gothic or punk rocker rock album cover.

The brightness picnic sweeping her hair across her face. The flowing raven black locks curling willy-nilly around her nerve. Making her looking innocent but dangerous at the same time.

Her petite body was completely enveloped in a black leather duster type jacket, 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 motorcycle club.

The sole division of her that was neither black nor Theodore Harold White was her lip, which were a mystifying rakehell red. Scary dark and wet like a natural state animal that had just eaten a rare opus of meat.

This odd combination of wearing apparel, which would get looked abnormal 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 older Fannie Merritt Farmer vogue man to be exact.

'' Where ya going ? '' the old man yelled gruffly through an open up 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 motortruck 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 assailable for her, `` Get in. ''

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

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

The woman just gestured with her head toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the child in her arms. Suckling noises coming across the butt, spurring the old farmer 's imagination of young succulent breast.

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

She just glared at the Farmer, thirst and anger were getting the upright of her. Her optic were infernal region of darkness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

'' So how get along you are wearing all black ? '' he asked. `` Did somebody 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 reply his query, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the parcel of cloth, clasped against her chest.

The inhuman wow continued as the char began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the nipper was naked.

There, beneath all of those layers and mantle, lay a scrawny baby boy, not a particularly beautiful child, 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 sister '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 screeching infant.

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

With a sigh, the husbandman leaned over and wiggled his pudgy finger in front of the nipper 's boldness, trying to disport and conciliate the child.

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

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

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

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

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

She shoved the finger back into the infant 's oral fissure and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time oblivious to the man 's eternal screaming.

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

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

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

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

She nonchalantly brushed away the hairsbreadth on his neck and dug her canine into the fluent delicate flesh of his throat.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His eyes encompassing as he realized his fortune 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 tike 's rim 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 child against his bloody pharynx, but to her irritation, he would not suckle anymore.

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

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

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

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

The End ...