A Gypsy Dream

      Shadow Dagger: Episode 1

By GypsyHeartArtist

 The blood in silken ribbons that fell across her skin, she shuttered and gripped her fresh wound. The bitter pain, the feeling it made her seethe, basque in the feeling, the pain awaking her senses. Like chocolate on her tongue the taste of it made everything tingle, the taste of her body bleeding, she felt it creeping beneath her in between her wet thighs the ecstasy that made that sweet taste even better. She moved her hips back and forth stratteling the dagger, clutching it as tightly as she could. The hilt of it going deeper and deeper still inside of her. She felt it coming, the shadows crept closer the darkness swallowed the room. She turned the dagger around and slowly began to push it deeper, and deeper. The curved blade jutting, cutting inside of her making it’s own path, blood poured from between her legs. It would soon be here for her, to take her. She screamed as she came, the dagger taking a final forced push inside her as her body fell the rest of the way to the floor. The dagger lay by her side, she wept as she saw the shadows form, the image of her always made her want to cry, the beauty of her always astounded her. I guess that was one of it’s so called powers. She knew not, knew barely a thing about the creature that visited her in the night, all but the fact that she was always left craving her, needing her like her next breath. It had been what, two months since her last fix of this new drug, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed her, wanted her. As she lie there the blood began to circle her in a great pool of crimson, the warmth of it was oddly like a blanket. The dagger had done it’s job very well, taking the pain away, at least in one part of her body, the rest lie in her heart, that would never leave, no time would heal her wounds. Over the last couple of years she had become fixated on nothing but the woman in the shadows, somewhat of a junkie, but there was no cure or rehab for what she had. She felt the world swirling around her the warmth of the blood surrounding her. The appearance of that daughter of the night, the siren that had drew her in one glance, was her last glimpse into this world, the world she had grown to know as the only one, the only real world. Darkness had kissed her, made love to her and yet still somewhere in her doubting mind she thought of it as nothing but a figment of a dream, or in some demented mind, as she sometimes was told she had her mother spouting angry slurrs all the while scrapping her with the crack of a belt badly worn by numerous untold of so called punishments. With the last rasping breath from her all she could think of was that her life, everything that she had gone through, nothing mattered anymore, nothing, for she was now forever and always the lover of the darkness. The shit was everywhere, the sticky substance that clunged to her boots, it was hard to take a step led alone not to fuck up the damn crime scene. She took a long deep sigh as she was given the go ahead to come in by the detectives. They had woken her up from the a nicely earned drunken sleep, she had downed a fifth of jack that night and really she couldn’t remember even how she had gotten her clothes off led alone had gotten into her bed. Nor the chick that had left her bedside after she had gotten the call to come in to work. She was pretty good looking she thought, at least I’ve still got taste when I’m fucked up. Pity though she didn’t even know her name, she had something about her though, she couldn’t put words to it other then an attraction that was almost like metal to a magnet. Anyway, she was here now, and that seemed so far away, but that face, her face remained in her mind, a ghost haunting her with each blink of her eye she saw her face. She walked over to the lead detective, Burk was his name or as she liked to so cosily call him Burk the Jerk. She smirked as she carefully stepped over to him, as he took notes in his little black leather bound notebook he glanced up and gave an annoyed look. “What’s up, Burk?” She started as she took her camera from around her neck meaning to take a picture of the stoic Burk, even before she could get off the shutter, he flipped his notebook shut and he gave her a look that could kill you from a thousand yards away, the camera dropped from her hands and she gave a sigh. Damn, you never let a girl have any fun Burk. Catherine, you know if it were up to me you wouldn’t be working that damn camera in my station, or in my crime scenes led alone my city.” “Damn I didn’t think you were a critic Burk, you seem to have no problems with my work when you need it for your cases, but you cops are all the same you think were just pricks who like to take pic’s, but you know what you can go fuck yourself, your ass called me so if you want me to work let me work if you don’t then im going home and going back to bed. He gave her a look and half smiled, shrugged and passed her a folded up piece paper. “Here these are the shots I need, this one is a little different, it fit’s the same M.O. of a couple of other cases around the area, with think this might be becoming something to be concerned about.” Kat shot him a look “ok, yeah so fuck one murder, but when it becomes a series of murders all you fuckers are like a kid here the ice cream truck coming down the road, waiting mouths salivating, damn ridiculous if you ask me burk, but I’ll take your pics, because I know there is no one else in this whole city that will do it, and frankly rent’s coming due. So if you would kindly get the fuck out so I can get down to business.” WIth that shot her a glance that sent shivers running down her, and slammed the paper container containing coffee on the kitchen counter, “fine, best be sure your on thin fucking ice Kat, so don’t fuck this up.” he walked out the door the other officers fallowing his lead. “Asshole” Kat said as she glared at the shut door, she took her camera and headed towards the bedroom. Empty glasses, bottles of whiskey all but drained strewn across the counters and coffee table. Cardboard boxes still full with nick-naks, books. Definitely not much of a neat freak, Kat thought, the overflowing ash treys and burn marks on the tables suggested to Katherine De’ Ann Malory that this chick was all sorts of preoccupied with something. She moved slowly and carefully around the boxes trying her best not to disturb anything, as if anyone would really notice in this mess anyways, but still she was here to document and analyze what was left. She pushed aside the dark black curtin that was half heatedly nailed to the corners of the door frame to make a crude door. The material was sticky- wet with humidity and smelled of the dank musky odor that filled the apartment. It was the usual smell of a dead body that Kat only new to well, it was something else. She slipped onto the hard wood floors, the bed room almost completely darkened she tried the light swith to the right of her. Nothing, she looked up towards where the light should be, no bulb, weird she thought, but maybe she just didn’t change it yet. The windows were blacked out with what looked like spray paint, etched into all of the windows wooden frames were what looked like strange clyphs, or shapes. She took her camera down and readied it posing them towards the windows and like a strobe she began to shoot of pictures, brillant flashes revealing what lied in the darkness. What the, she sputtered as she saw something or at least she thought it was something, some kind of shadow move across the room and disappear in the mirror which hung on the wall above a dresser. She shook it off , okay, letting this shit get to you girl, fuck, she moved towards the bed the sheets stained with red, the blood congealed on the hard wood floors looked oddly darker, almost like syrup, but hey this ain’t no aunt Jemmimi’s or maple variety, no, no folks this here is of the more bitter taste. She let the camera’s flash light her way through the room, carefully as she could she finally came to the body, it was sprawled the legs spread the head tilted downwards towards the clutching object that was the means to this nasty mess she thought, the dagger was grasped ever so tightly in the woman’s hands, her eyes rolled up in to her head, although she had a feeling that if death didn’t have that side effect, that rolling of the eyes into a forever whitening light that the woman would still be looking at the dagger as lovingly and as desperately as she held it. The woman was naked all except for the ink that covered her. She had written, no drawn, images all over her flesh. The ink lay dark against her white skin. There were no cuts, no bruises or abrasions of any that Kat could see, the only point where the blood could exit from was…her, oh shit, she lifted the womans leg, she fell back at the sight she was completely gutted from the look it, the woman had fucked her self with the dagger, what the fuck. She crawled backwards, this shit is un fucking real. Her fingers stuck and slushed between her fingertips, yep like syrup she thought, as she slipped and scrambled to her feet. She stood up ran to the corner of the room, meanwhile whiping her bloodstained hands on her pants, and vomited in the corner the sight the stench of blood and whiskey, was just too fucking much. She took the flask from her pocket and drank heavely whiping away reminants of spit and vomit with her shirt sleeve. She took out a ciggerette and flicked her lighter the light spilling shadows across the room. Kat stood against the corner of the room as she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs. The room was spinning all around her she closed her eyes tight and reopened them again in hopes of resetting her self against the oncoming fainting, she couldn’t though, everthing moved around her faster and faster. Her eyes began to roll, the whites glistening in her sockets and fell to the ground with a thud. She had never passed out before, not even at the most gruesome of crime scenes. Yet she found herself swimming, drowning in the darkness, it swallowed her, and all was dark.Stay tuned tommorow for the next episode!

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