right of first publication 2019 by tcs1963

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'' lightlessness DOES N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was pale livid, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her hitchhike stuck out like a well-lit guidepost. Her left hand arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively.

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

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

Her looker called out to me like some form of Siren 's Song. Making my queasy tactile sensation of fear pushing to the back of my encephalon, along with my logic.

Along with her Mexican onyx skin, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front of your favorite gothic or punk rock album cover.

The light breeze sweeping her hair across her face. The flowing devour black curl curling willy-nilly around her face. Making her tone sinless but grievous at the same fourth dimension.

Her tiny dead body was completely enveloped in a black leather duster eccentric jacket, hanging down almost past her knees. Accenting the little blacken dress underneath. It finished off her elusive spirit like she could be in some kind of motorcycle club.

The only persona of her that was neither dark nor white was her lips, which were a deep origin red. Scary night and wet like a wild animal that had just eaten a rare piece of centre.

This odd combining of dress, which would possess looked unnatural on anyone else, had the diametrical result on her. So she was n't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An older sodbuster style man to be exact.

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

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

She walked up to the rusty green 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 door open for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed dentition accidentally poking out between her brim. Then she slid into the drawn leather seat.

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

The woman just gestured with her school principal toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the fry in her arms. Suckling noises coming across the derriere, spurring the old granger 's imaging of young succulent breast.

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

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

'' So how follow you are wearing all Joseph Black ? '' he asked. `` Did person die or something ? ''

She gave him an odd feel, 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 wail filled the air. It was coming from the bundle of cloth, clasped against her pectus.

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

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

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

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

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

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 husbandman leaned over and wiggled his roly-poly fingers in front of the shaver 's cheek, trying to amuse and assuage the child.

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

The child watched them go back and forth. Then slowly the child opened his jaw wide and slammed it shut on the great of the man 's digit. 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 he had been gnawing on.

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

She shoved the finger back into the babe 's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to manducate it, the completely time 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 quiet and a look of fright and confusion. His scream silenced and he fumbled with the lock on his doorway.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the room access exposed when the cleaning lady grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

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

She nonchalantly brushed away the hair on his neck and dug her dogtooth into the smooth delicate flesh of his throat.

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

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

She then pressed the child 's lips against one of the two punctures that were still oozing parentage droplets. The infant took two reluctant drink and stopped his suckling.

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

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

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

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

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

The End ...