Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)

Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.

1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I  sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.

2)With blood running down my chin I sprint through the wooded realm. Thorns and thistles punctured my feet and branches lash at my face as the dogs bark and howl behind me. The faint sound of a mob rolled through the hills. Into a creek I descended.
The cool water eased the pain from the thorns. While running and splashing I slipped on algae covered rocks but I was able to throw off my scent and lose the dogs who were starting to close in. I crouched at the mouth of an old stone bridge to catch my breath. The dog’s commotion diminished into the fog. I look up and see a homeless child crossing the bridge; her dirty face lit up by the moon. She sings happily to herself and draws nearer.

3)In an instant I was upon her.  She struggled to free herself but I am so,so strong. Her screams were silenced as my powerful jaws clenched on her throat. On all fours I drag her down under the grey stone bridge where she took her last breath. Her eyes faded away. I was hungry. With salivating anticipation I went right for the heart; then the liver. I threw my head back and growled. The animals and insects in the forest went silent. Holding her by her throat I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed again. Her bonnet covered head splashed and floated downstream. I am evil.

4)Under the full moon I finished her off. I threw what little was left of the lifeless carcass onto the rocks. The last bit of blood drained out to form a stain in the sand. I wiped my chin with the shredded sleeve of my shirt. My lips drew back and quivered as a low growl echoed under the bridge. The smell of death overpowered the scent of dank vegetation and moss. I collected myself and vanished into the fog.
I am evil.

5)Downstream I came upon a small town dimly lit by gas lamps. Reflections glisten on the wet cobblestone street as I crouched in the tall reeds of a marsh on the edge of the borough.
Suddenly I hear a sound. “What was that?” I thought. Footsteps. Two of Scottland Yard’s patrol. Surely they are armed. I have to be fast and take them by surprise. As they made their way to the edge of the marsh I could hear their voices. Their brass buttons shimmering in the darkness. When they walked by, one stopped to light some tobacco; a familiar scent. At that moment, that split second I propelled myself out of the marsh and with one sweeping motion of my large powerful arm I took off his head. The blood spray was black in the light of the moon. The corpse fell to the pavement. Hearing this the other turned around. Our eyes met and he was clearly in disbelief. Shaking he drew his firearm. Too terrified to take the shot he froze. I advanced and with my mighty jaws I bit off half his face. I watched him choke on his own blood. Half an exposed, bloody mandible moving down and up as if trying to speak. My sharp claws tore through his uniform and chest and ripped out his heart. In my hand it was beating so fast I thought it would explode. Blood was shooting from its arteries as I tried to catch it in my mouth. Then, it just stopped. I devoured what I wanted then one by one dragged them into the swamp. Submerged, one of the faces looked up at me. Eyes opened, mouth gaping. Then with a few silent bubbles it sank into the murky water.
I am evil.

6)Out of the marsh and into the night I crept. The moon was getting low in the sky. Sneaking through the shadows  and alleyways of the village I spotted a night worker. She staggered ahead of me drunken and half naked. I watched and waited for her to make her way to the more secluded area just ahead with plenty of trees to give me cover. I wasn’t hungry. I just had the urge to kill,and kill, and kill again. She’s almost there. I pause in a shadow. She stops and turns around. “Hello?” I answer with a faint low growl. Just loud enough to let her know she isn’t alone. The smell of fear is so sweet. At the right moment I ran and leapt onto her back. She screamed before I could silence  her and my weight forced her face down onto the wet pavement; her skull fractured upon impact. I grabbed her shoulders and with all my strength I pulled back completely destroying her spine. Her lifeless face gawking at the night sky. I forced her face back down to the dank cobblestone road. With an upward sweep I sliced open her back using my razor-like claws. I then thrust into the small of her back grabbing tightly onto her spine. It made a loud tearing sound like ripping cloth as I pulled out and up with all of the force I could spare separating her spine and skull from the rest of her mangled body. I held the bones in my hand like holding a mace. Blood dripped on the pavement. I tilted my head back and let out the most evil, the most sinister growl ever. Still holding the spine with my right hand I slammed the skull to the ground. It exploded. I grinned, exposing my sharp K-9s. I tossed the bones to the side and the corpse fell limp.
Suddenly I hear a high pitched whistle. Police!  He looks at me in terror as he opens fire, but misses. The bullet passing just above my right ear barely grazing it. Three more coppers come around the corner of a broken down old house. Out of fear they all draw their weapons; a flurry of lead passes by me as I take cover behind a tree. Now there are two more. They’re yelling commands as I wait for them to reload. Shots are going off. Bark from the oak is flying. Projectiles are ricocheting. Then the barrage stopped. This was my chance. Without hesitation I took off. Down the back alley toward the marsh and forrest I ran. I hear them behind me, shouting. Bullets going by me again at tremendous speeds. I’m hit! One catches me in the back of my shoulder just as I enter the swamp. I grab one of the bodies that had descended into the water and threw it at them. Upon impact they all lost their footing on the soggy ground and fell into the mud except one. Giving off a battle cry and with eyes wide open like he’d seen the Devil himself, he came straight at me. His musket pointed directly at my face. I crouched into the water and felt for the other body I had dragged there. I found it! The remains made a loud popping sound as I tore the arm from it’s socket. When the cop got close enough to me,I swung. The bone hitting him on the side of his head. I knew it was fatal but as he slumped into the marsh, I hit him again, and again, and again and with such rage, again! The decimated body floated on the surface of the swamp. The water blackened with blood. As the rest of the group finally regained their footing I raced into dense terrain. I am evil.
7)Through the marsh I make my way. A company of dogs has joined them so I quickened my pace through the bog to a brief clearing that leads to the forest. Adrenaline is at it’s peak as I shatter branches to make my way through. Faster and faster I race to evade them but the dogs are very quick. Another wave of bullets pass by me just missing my head. I leave a blood trail behind me as I make my way through that trees. Suddenly, I reach the end of the forest. Tall grass covers a short field. I hear the dogs closing while making my way to the end of the field lined with tall cliffs. I stop abruptly and turn around. The first of the dogs are on me. Biting, growling, gnawing, snarling. I grabbed one by its upper and lower jaws and tore it in half. I threw it to the grass. It  layed there, silent. A few spasms from its legs then nothing. The others didn’t react. My blood was painting the grass. The police send another barrage of bullets. I felt each one impacting my arms, my shoulders and in a spray of blood and flesh one pierced my neck and two impacted my chest. My body jolted with each strike. I see them exit the woods still firing except one man in a cape and top hat begging them to ceasefire. The second wave of dogs attacked me and a slug penetrated my heart. The blow sent me backward over the edge of the cliff taking two of the dogs with me.
There was a moment of silence. Almost a sense of peace as I began falling almost to certain death. Then the wind began rushing by as I picked up speed and plummeted toward the rocks below. The scent of the ocean filled my nostrils. Falling, falling and falling still. My stomach was in my throat. I look up and the edge of the cliff faded. Then I hit the wet rocks below with tremendous force. I heard and felt bones shatter as I hit. I let out a faint whimper as I lay there unable to move. I hear the waves crashing on the rocks behind me. I’m sprayed with saltwater and noticed that dawn is coming. With blurred vision I see a figure above me. I recognize the black top hat and cape. I noticed a ring on his finger as he checked my pulse. A look of sadness upon his face. The ring, a gold wolf’s head with two small rubies for eyes. “Father?” I
spoke softly. “Yes my son. “ he answered as he revealed a silver dagger with ancient archaic inscriptions on the blade. “I am sorry. “ he said with remorse. He put his hand on my forehead as a single tear ran down his face and collected on the edge of his grey beard. He readied the dagger and I grabbed his arm to stop him knowing what was coming. My arm! I’m human again! He thrusted the silver dagger into my heart. I gasped and struggled to hold onto life but it was useless. As I faded away I heard the song of the gypsy once again. I was evil.