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'' Negro DOES N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her peel was pallid white, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her pollex 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 pull over, like preadolescent children trusting the molester in a dirty white employment van, holding a smattering of candy.

I had never stopped to peck up hitchhikers before and as a thing of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally could n't transcend this unseasoned lady by. Helping her seemed dead paramount.

Her sweetheart called out to me like some variety of siren 's Song. Making my anxious feelings of fear push to the backrest of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster skin, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the figurehead of your favorite gothic or punk sway album cover.

The light breeze sweeping her hair across her brass. The flowing raven pitch-dark locks curling willy-nilly around her facial expression. Making her look innocent but dangerous at the Saame prison term.

Her petite body was completely enveloped in a grim leather duster type jacket, hanging down almost past her articulatio genus. Accenting the little black attire underneath. It finished off her tough look like she could be in some kind of motorcycle nightspot.

The only percentage of her that was neither ignominious nor whiten was her sassing, which were a mysterious blood red. Scary iniquity and wet like a wild animal that had just eaten a rare small-arm of sum.

This odd combining of dress, which would suffer looked affected on anyone else, had the diametric effect on her. So she was n't surprised that the 1st car that stopped held a man. An honest-to-god farmer expressive 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 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 spread for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed tooth accidentally poking out between her lips. Then she slid into the break 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 word toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the child in her arms. Suckling interference coming across the buns, 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, hunger and ira were getting the skilful of her. Her oculus were pitfall of darkness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

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

She gave him an odd looking at, partly puzzled and partly surprised. Thinking to herself that he was quite prying for his age, and then wondering if he would yell in fear.

But before she could do his question, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the big money of fabric, clasped against her chest.

The inhuman shriek continued as the adult female began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the shaver was naked.

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

'' Ai n't ya going ta shut it up ? '' he yelled, just cheap 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 quell the shrieking infant.

She just sat there, her ghostly White person bosom 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 fingers in front end of the baby 's face, trying to disport and pacify the youngster.

For a few s, it seemed to be working ; the slight boy 's shortness of breath slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old husbandman 's dirty fingers.

The child watched them go back and Forth. Then slowly the baby opened his jaw across-the-board and slammed it shut on the largest of the man 's fingers. Severing his thumb.

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

Within seconds the baby boy began wailing again, spitting out the remainder 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 rima oris and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time oblivious to the man 's endless screaming.

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

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

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

The cleaning woman 's long suit surprising him, her steel-like hairgrip was near impossible to disclose. So his constant struggling to get some distance, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the hairsbreadth on his neck opening and dug her dogtooth into the suave fragile flesh of his throat.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His heart encompassing as he realized his fate 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 bloodline droplets. The baby took two reluctant deglutition and stopped his suckling.

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

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

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

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

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

The End ...