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Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!	By : boye Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 9797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vin Deisel was pretty tired. It had been a long day on the set. He was also driving a little to fast and the curve was there before he realized it. Despite the movies he makes, Vin is a very average driver, in plain english...he sucked at it. The car hit some loose gravel on the shoulder of the road and then slid down an embankment. It slammed into a tree. Moments later Vin emerged, he was alright due to the great shape he kept his body in. However, there would be bruises tomorrow and he was enduring a fairly substantial purple haze..
He looked around for his cellphone for a very long time. God knows where it ended up. At last he gave it a rest...he was struggling to recall where he had been going at the time of the accident. The lick on his noggin had definitely left a couple of gaps in his short term memory. And it was getting dark darn fast. Suddenly he recalled the bottle tucked into a deep pocket on his jacket. Oh man, it wasn't broken. He took a long deep swig, then another. "May as well just sit here and get fucking wasted," he growled to a nearby squirrel. Then he pointed his finger towards the skittering animal. "Boom," he grunted with a smile. Then he added, "maybe next time amigo.
After finishing the bottle he was drunk as hell and bored. He started walking, it occurred to him that not one damned car had passed the entire time he was drinking.
That thought annoyed him and it would have annoyed him even worse if he wasn't drunk and addled by a conk on the cranium. He whistled, matter of fact he was feeling pretty good. He liked the feeling. Then a truck passed him slowly, very slowly. It was weird, the truck was like from the twenties or something. It was loaded down with furniture and kids and assorted old looking junk.
"Where are you heading," Vin asked.
"We are off to find work in california, Oklahoma ain't nothing but dust now...its a damn shame. The wind just blows it in and out, in and out...purty much all the damn time."
The man was a farmer obviously, and one very much down on his luck. His clothes and hat were as battered as the jalopy he drove. Two women sat beside him in the cab. Vin assumed the one holding the baby was the wife. The other woman was older and looking non to happy. Several kids of varying ages eye balled the movie star from atop the heap of items in the back of the truck.
"Need a ride," the farmer asked?
Vin did need a ride but he was pretty sure his weight would finish off the ancient truck. "Oh no brother, you got a full load...I will catch the next one, good luck in California."
The farmer waved and leaned on the gas. He was probably grateful the star hadn't taken him up on his generous offer. Vin was starting to feel pretty weirded out, something didn't smell right. He walked for a long time and didn't see another car or much of anything. He was tiring and his buzz was gone. He had a couple of fatties rolled up in his shit. He set one on fire and pretty soon his mood changed. He began whistling again and even smiled once or twice. He knew his luck was changing when a young girl drove up in an old Mustang. The car was in great condition, it looked brand new in fact. However, the driver was in much better condition. She had dark hair big liquid dark eyes, sensuous mouth, big tits, and super nice creamy white thighs. The Daisy Dukes she wore were eye catching to put it mildly. Vin prayed that she had seen some of his movies. She hadn't but it didn't seem to matter.
"Where you heading big guy?"
"To the next town."
"Oh that would be Lawrenceville, its a long way, can I give you a lift?
Vin got in and made himself comfy. The girl was talkative. "You look different, are you from around here?"
"Fuck, I don't even know where around here is. I'm from Hollywood."
"Oh, how exciting, do you ever see any movie stars?"
"No, besides, most of them are gay...real girlie men. Not like normal guys at all, not like me."
"I bet its interesting to live there. I may go someday. My friends say I should be in the movies."
Vin shrugged, "You got the looks, thats for damn sure."
"You curse to much, it makes you appear less classy you know."
"Im sorry, I guess you should let me out, I curse like a muther fucker...I can't help it sweetheart."
"I still like you, I bet you're a truck driver."
"No, I work at Taco Bell."
"What's that?"
Vin stared hard at the girl. She didn't know about Taco Bell , she didn't recognize one of the world's most famous movie stars, and bad language offended her a bit. What the fuck, was this, some babe from straight out of the fifties or something. "Do you like the Beatles?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah," she exclaimed. "I just bought their new 45. Its called Ticket to Ride."
"Hey, I think I need to get out and walk for awhile. I think Im getting car sickness. Could you please pull over?"
"OH sure, I'll be glad to wait while you stretch your legs or whatever."
Vin got out and stared away into the woods. He had no idea what the hell was going on but he damned sure felt like a stranger in a strange land. And what was it about the name Lawrenceville
that seemed vaguely familiar. His headache was returning. He went back to the car. The girl was putting on her lipstick. "What's your name sweetie, I had forgot to ask, my name is Vin just so you'd know. I guess we might as well get acquaited better. Do you have any booze on you?"
She gave him a brilliant smile. My name is Candy and yes I have just the thing for you."
She put her hand under the seat and fetched out a nearly full fifth of Gin. "Ready to sin?" Candy asked. "Why not?" Vin replied. I'm already in the Twilight Zone."
She kept driving and they started drinking, he had to admit she was a fun girl...and she drove
great even after getting totally sand blasted on the booze. "Hey pull over, I think I need to
pee," he said. She complied and let the car idle. He didn't get out. Instead he put his
arm around the girl, his mouth found hers and he got his first taste of Candy. It was sweet
and he knew he wanted more. They necked for awhile before taking off again. They
finished the bottle and Candy fished another out of her Minnie Mouse purse. "What the
fuck, guess I'm all in," Vin said.
He was on the verge of passing out when the car finally came to a halt and Candy cut
the engine. "Looks like we are here handsome."
Vin rubbed some of the blur out his eyes and started at the sign just ahead and above
the car. It read LAWRENCEVILLE MEMORIAL GARDENS. "Lawrenceville is a
fucking graveyard?" he asked, or rather slurred.
Candy just shrugged and kept smiling. "I'm afraid so, your accident was a little bit more
serious than you realized dear boy."
Vin frowned, it was all starting to make sense but he hoped he was having a bad dream.
"Oh don't look so down and out. We can ride the highway some more if you want. It doesn't
really go anywhere but I got plenty of time before my next pickup...its been slow lately thank
goodness."
Vin sat up and stretched a little. "Well, why not, you're a fun date Candy and I really don't feel
like turning in just yet."
Candy giggled before hitting the ignition and slinging gravel from there to hell.
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Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!