“Did you hear that?” Mary Henson asked her husband of twenty
years.
“They found another girl down there in Florida.”
The couple sat in front of the television like they did most
every night while eating their meal. The ritual had become their solace now
that only one of their three children was still living at home.
Bob nodded. “Yea I heard. I don’t know what this world is
coming to when a teenager can’t even walk home from school without being
attacked?”
Bob shook his head
and looked at Mary. “You know James Wooden from down the street.”
Mary nodded.
“Well he told me that he had a niece that was murdered last
fall down in Alabama somewhere.”
“My lord,” Mary said
nervously.
“It’s a shame I tell
you. No one is safe these days. Thank God, Jayne is out with Richard tonight.
At least we know she’s safe with him.”
“That’s the truth,”
Bob agreed, changing the channel. “That boy is a good kid; oh it's time for
Grimm.”
Bright in the night sky was a lover’s moon. Its radiance
shone through the thick woods where Walden parked his father’s old mustang with
the radio broadcasting a news report. “The body of a teenaged girl was brutally
ravaged…”
“Oh let’s turn that
off, who wants to hear all that.” Jayne said reaching over to turn off the radio.
“Don’t like the news?”
Walden said sarcastically.
“No I don’t.” She said frowning at his tensing.
He stared into her beautiful eyes, and she melted moving
into his strong embrace.
Jayne told her parents she was out with Richard, the star
quarterback who had been her boy, until she met Walden. Her family didn’t like Walden. He wasn’t they
type of boy they thought she should see. Although his family once had land and
money, they’re considered poor white trash. Nevertheless, just because he
didn’t have money, didn’t mean he wasn’t someone that she could love and Jayne
truly loved Walden.
“Who does your family thank you’re with tonight?” Walden
asked, after kissing her.
“Richard.” She said her breath heavily.
“Poor guy.” He pulled her thick blond hair from its
stylish bum.
“Don’t feel sorry for
him.” She told him. “Richard has a lot of girls waiting for him in the wings.”
Jayne placed her
hands on Walden body, rubbing them over his thick muscles and broad chest,
liking the feel of his man’s body over Richard who was just a child. The boys
were the same age, but Walden was more of a man.
“You remember what we learned in history class about black
blood.” Walden asked.
Jayne thought it was strange for him to talk about school at
this particular moment, but then she thought, perhaps this was some kind of
foreplay.
“Yes I remember when
Mrs. Sidler explained that white people thought that if you had one drop of
black blood in you that made you black.”
She had giggled at the outrageous notion.
Walden kissed her sweet lips.
She responded with
glee, he was such a good kisser.
“Thank God we aren’t Black,” She said.
“We. “
Walden said holding Jayne tight. “ I’m afraid your father
never told you, baby.”
“ Told me, told me what?”
“You’re black.”
Jayne watch with horror as Walden eyes turned red and his
handsome face protracted into a snout. Long white teeth protruded from his
mouth when he said. “ You’re black my sweet.”
Walden stole Jayne’s cries and pleas with his fangs gleaming
in the moonlight.
On the gales of the night wind, only Walden heard her cries
when he tore out her beautiful blue eyes and feasted, lapping up Black blood
with delight.
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
