The Sooner the Better

The next day with Dexter was an odd one for Elizabeth. She woke up and Dexter was gone which made her panic for a few moments.

Looking around she sat up and slipped off the bed. She slowly approached the door, her clothes abandoned to the floor. As she got closer to the door she could smell the lightest hint of bacon in the air. She opened the door and peered her head out. She didn’t see him but she could hear the tell tale signs of food cooking. She was hesitant about leaving the sanctity of the room but she abandoned it as her stomach knotted painfully in hunger.

Slowly Elizabeth tip toed out into the living area peering around the corner to see Dexter there cooking food. She watched for a few moments before he looked up to her and smiled. “Hungry?” he asked her. She stared a moment longer before she came out from her corner. “Very,” she said to him with a growing grin. “Did we really?”

He nodded as he turned and placed a plate filled with food on the counter for her. He gave her a once over before he went back to eating. “I’m a closet nudist,” she said to him as if she knew what he was thinking.

“I was just appreciating,” he said flipping the burner off. raising an eyebrow she got up onto a chair and picked up her fork before she started to eat looking at Dexter more then she was at her food. He moved like a sheep but under that facade he was a wolf and it amazed her. How did he fit in so well. Even she didn’t feel that comfortable in her own skin. She suddenly felt highly uncomfortable without any clothes on. “How do you do that?” she said pointing at him with her fork and indicating to his whole being.

“What exactly?”

“Blend so well,” she said tilting her head to the side and looking at him like a new angle would help her figure it out.

“I had a good teacher.”

“You’re the prodigy of a serial killer?” she said the shock apparent in her voice as she stared at him with a furrowed brow. The shake to his head brought out a firmer look, the predator within tensing at the question. It was almost too beautiful to watch as he fought the instincts.

“No,” he said to her.

“Then what?”

“My dad knew what I was. I have a code,” he said as if that explained it all.

“Don’t we all,” she breathed at him before taking a bite of the bacon, her wicked alligator grin on her face. She wanted to sink her teeth back into his flesh. Feel how good it was again. “What’s next?”

He looked up from his plate and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

There was a few minutes of silence as they both at. She chewed thoughtfully on the eggs that she was made before she took in a breath to ask the next question, “What if I asked for your help?”

“What sort of help?” he asked setting down his plate.

“Help to get a target,” she licked her lips. This was one of the hardest things she’s ever had to do. She still wasn’t quite strong enough. Last night she strained herself beyond what she imagined and the throbbing in her side was more painful today. She was surprised she even made it through the night.

Dexter stared at her firmly for a long while. As he stared she could feel the blood rushing past her ears, her teeth ached with the sensation, she wanted to close her eyes and imagine the blood dripping over her skin in a rush. The warmth intoxicating. As she took a long blink he spoke, “Okay. Who did you have in mind?”

“His name is Gregory James,” she said to him. “He’s a well to do executive that gets off on raping women,” she said to him. “That’s my code,” she explained. “Men who abuse women.”

He looked down before he looked up at her. There was a darkness there, his eyes seemed more sunken in, his face seemed more hollow. Was she seeing the real thing now? The thought made her heart thump more loudly against her chest as she got excited just thinking about it. “When?” he asked gruffly.

“Tonight?”

Foreshadowing

As Elizabeth floated in the soundless dark her body felt weightless like she was submerged in water though everything was clear. Or clear enough through the dark sticky hot water.

Blood.

She knew that’s what it was. The insurmountable amount of blood that she had spilt over the years of being a sociopath. She thought there would be more then this.

Too bad.

Through the darkness there was nothing. Just Elizabeth and the blood. It was strangely serene. She couldn’t help but revel in the calm the blood brought her. Just like when she heard the screams, her body quickly relaxing like having a deep tissue massage.

Blood… it was heaven.
Elizabeth was in heaven.

All heavens had a flaw though, didn’t they? There had to be something wrong with this place. Something that made it unbearable. Something that made this place hell. What would it be though?

Out of the darkness Elizabeth saw an orange light. Quickly, it began to float toward her. As it got closer the color changed to purple, then green, then red. The red was not a normal red, accented by the blood around it. It’s strange pallor almost made it pink as it slowly seeped into the blackness like blood into veins illuminating a bizarre scene in front of her.

At first the scene was beautiful, it was Dexter and Elizabeth holding each other intimately. She almost smiled, she looked almost happy there. The feeling was foreign to her so the comfort made her feel good about this.

Dexter in her life was a good thing.

Beginning to smile at that thought the scene changed as the other Elizabeth and Dexter pulled away from each other and climbed calmly onto their metal slabs reaching out to hold each others hands.

The straps appeared on both of them in a blink of an eye even as they held hands.

What happened next startled Elizabeth as what she was expecting was herself to either break free from the table and run away from that intimacy or for herself to come and prepare to kill them both. It wasn’t her though…

“Dexter?” she muttered into the soundlessness. The Dangerous Dexter looked up to her with that wicked grin she had seen in her kill room. Calmly he placed a finger to his lips to indicate for her to be quiet before he continued toward the pair.

Sadly all she could do was watch as the Dangerous Dexter shushed his slabbed counterpart, similarly to how he had done with her a moment ago, while holding a gleaming blade behind his back.

Dangerous Dexter turned to the slabbed happy Liz and they stared at each other a moment. Dangerous Dexter leaned over and placed a small affectionate kiss on the slabbed Elizabeth’s lips before plunging the hidden knife into her heart. The action made the floating Elizabeth push onto the ground in startled outrage a scream of no sound erupting from her lips as she swam for the surface of the blood to get away from Dexter.

Elizabeth looked back to the scene and both Dexter’s seemed to be free and both looked to her before they began to chase her.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she continued to try and get away, the large smiles on both of their faces making her heart pound in her ears. The blood keeping her firmly planted in place they Dexter’s drew nearer.

Elizabeth took a deep breath in the blood attempting to fill her lungs…..

Suddenly Elizabeth’s feet were released from the ground of the darkness. The Panic and sensation of drowning overwhelming her as the Dexter’s reached for her feet.

 

Suddenly the darkness was replaced with a painful light in Elizabeth’s eyes and a sharp stabbing pain in her shoulder. The ability to breath overwhelming her as she took in a breath, the pain ebbing as she regained control of her body and tried to figure out where she was.

Where was she again?
Dexter’s….
It explained the sharp pain in her shoulder from falling out of the bath, there was probably a shard of glass in it.
Rolling over to lay on her back Elizabeth stared up at the blinding light taking deep breaths to control her breathing.
Dexter was out to get her.
Dexter was out to get her…..
Dexter was out to get her and he was working on her killing ground! He was going to get her thrown in jail. She couldn’t go to jail but she couldn’t kill Dexter either. She’s not strong enough.
What to do?
What could she do?

Elizabeth looked around the room frantically for anything… everything. Quickly she decided she would leave. She had to get out of there. If she stayed any longer then the police would be knocking on the door ready to bring her in. He was going to get her. That’s what that dream meant. He was like the rest.

And if he was like the rest…. he’d end up like the rest.

Quickly Elizabeth scrambled to her feet avoiding the glass shards that were spread across the floor. Moving quickly she grabbed her clothes pulling them on as she left Dexter’s apartment.

When she was ready Dexter would be the net person on her slab.

Cheshire Grin

Elizabeth’s feet throbbed. She looked down to see what it was that was making them throb to see that she was standing on a pile of rocks outside somewhere, no shoes on. She took a step forward, the rocks digging into the tender flesh of her feet.

She took another step.

It was agony.

Why did it hurt so badly?

Where was she exactly? She didn’t remember leaving Dexter’s apartment. Actually she knew she hadn’t left Dexter’s apartment, so how did she get there? Wherever there was.

She looked up from her feet to see people. Not just any people but detectives, forensic scientists, cops. There was yellow tape, flashing lights.

It couldn’t really be? Her killing ground?

She looked beyond the vehicles and people, her shoddy killing house appearing out of a mist. It looked more decrepit then it normally did. The right side seemed to droop almost like it were about to fall off the house altogether. The roof was more of a brownish red instead of a red like she remembered it being.

Elizabeth took another step toward the house. It practically doubled in size. She looked up and around her, the house’s walls bending outward as she breathed in. She released the breath and the walls returned to normal. She repeated the action watching as the house mimicked her. It should have been more strange to her but she was sure that houses did things like that. It made sense didn’t it?

She took ascended the steps, her throbbing feet protesting each step until she was in the house. It was like her feet didn’t want her to enter but once they were inside they had lost so they complied with her will.

Although, now she wanted to leave. The house denied her exit, the door not budging forcing Elizabeth to turn and face the horror within.

The walls bled.

The screams reverberated through the walls making the house sound like it was groaning.

And there, lined up down an endless corridor were her victims. Each strapped and wriggling to get free of the metal slab she had executed them on. Each one laughing hysterically instead of screaming in pain.

She took a step toward them. The first one trying to look up to her.

“You shouldn’t have killed us,” the man said in the many voices of her victims.

She opened her mouth to refute the comment but all that came out were garbled letters that she couldn’t read.

“You shouldn’t have killed us,” the voices repeated starting a taunting chant.

Elizabeth grabbed at her short hair tugging at it to feel the pain of it but nothing happened. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She leaned against the closest moaning wall sinking to her butt, her eyes closed as she tried to pull herself together. Tried to think of what she could do to the already dead.

When she opened her eyes again she was downstairs in her kill room. Looking around the room she saw Dexter, a dark smile of excitement on his face as he reached out to her. She took his hand allowing him to pull her to her feet, across the room to a small corner. The corner was ordinary, sterile. Just as she left it but he brought out a cotton swab, swabbing the corner returning with a q-tip of blood.

She looked from the bloodied q-tip back to the corner and the wall had began to bleed. Her eyes widened as she looked up to the gleeful smiling Dexter.

She attempted to scream again but still there was nothing that came out.

The blood began to fill the room, a small puddle growing quickly to a wading depth. Shortly it was up to Elizabeth’s neck. Dexter still stood a few feet away, his ever prominent wicked smile on his face as he held the incriminating evidence up for her to see.

The blood rose, covering her face.

Elizabeth tried to swim but her feet seemed fused to the floor.

The darkness began to settle around her.

Where was she again?

How did she get there?

Liz/Dexter Fic Part 8

Dexter had come the next day, and every day while Elizabeth recovered in that hospital bed. It was a pleasant surprise to see his smiling face everyday despite the growing ache. She could feel the desire within her, spreading through her blood like a virus. She should have already been stalking her next victim but she’d been in the hospital. It was unbearable even as she was able to stand on her own without supervision. The only thing that kept the inner darkness at bay was the possibility that Dexter may have been like her.

Gratefully today she was discharged and life continued on as normal.

While in the hospital she made her official statement on the attack in her apartment with everything she “remembered”. Shortly afterward Dexter told her that the case of Piper Adams’ murder had been closed. Now she was free to commune with Dexter in public without sullying his credibility by being a suspect in one of his cases. Lucky for her, Dexter had asked her out to dinner that evening. He informed her that he wanted to make up for all of the hospital food she had to eat. Since it was such a nice offer she couldn’t refuse, not that she would have.

Dexter was a beautiful creature of darkness. He was so inexplicably average it was like looking at a mirror. Nothing about him would stand out to anyone unless you knew what you were looking for and even then… it was a difficult thing to see. If, in fact, that was what she saw in him.

Elizabeth ran another frustrated hand through her hair trying her damnedest to keep the edges of tape from snagging in the unruly mop of too long hair. It didn’t really work the way she had hoped and she ended up ripping off the bandages on her arms despite doctors orders. Once the bandages were removed she couldn’t help but admire the wounds, turning her arm in the mirror to get a full view of them.

Scars.

That’s what they said she’d have, scars. She had never had outward scars before, all of her damage was on the inside from years of abuse. Now she’d have scars some on the outside. Disgusting. She was already beginning to hate herself for it.

Elizabeth had to restrain herself before she put her fist into the mirror and caused more damage. She didn’t need any more of her blood shed, especially not when she was being picked up by Dexter shortly.

Grinding her teeth to get control of her temper she dropped her arm and stormed out of the bathroom. She wasn’t sure she could look at her disgusting body anymore.

She breathed heavily as she sat herself in the chair in her living room. Her dark temptations were starting to get to her. She felt agitated, she needed release but she wasn’t prepared for it. She wasn’t physically strong enough to make sure that she didn’t get caught but she was beginning to deteriorate from the inside.

Every muscle in her body ached, pleaded, moaned for the release that only a kill could give her. She needed it. She couldn’t wait any longer. 3 weeks in the hospital under surveillance to make sure she was healing properly before they let her out was enough to make any sane woman go stark raving mad. She wasn’t an average sane woman but the lack of victim, or even prospect, made her a risk to everyone.

Even Dexter.

Elizabeth couldn’t see him tonight. She needed to kill something. If she saw him then she might lose herself and try to kill him. She needed to get out of there but she knew if she left then she was going to kill someone recklessly but if she stayed then she put the one person that held her interest at risk.

She had to go.

Elizabeth stood up and grabbed her keys. As she reached for her coat…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound made her freeze. She was caught. No not caught, but she couldn’t escape the date now.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, placed her keys inside before she opened the door to see Dexter’s smiling face with a single Lily, how appropriate. She gratefully accepted the flower smelling it momentarily, “Thank you.”

“You look, nice,” he said as his eyes looked her over before they came back up to her face.

“Thank you again. Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall,” he said offering her and arm. Elizabeth stepped out of her apartment, carefully locked her door before she took his arm. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you’ve had a rough past month,” he said looking down at her with a smile.

“Trust me, I’m glad to be out of the house,” even though I’d rather be finding something or someone to kill. Elizabeth’s body felt like it was freezing yet on fire. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to last before she’d snap, and the date just started.

Gratefully Dexter opened the door to allow her to seat herself in his car. She slid in slowly, carefully. He was soon in the car beside her, lights on and car started. The date was on and all she could think about was what was in that car that she could wrap around his neck and kill him with.

Elizabeth took a deep breath as she rubbed her hands together nervously. This was wrong, she shouldn’t need a kill so soon after her last one, 4 weeks was not a long time between kills, if you did them more often then people got suspicious. The ache wasn’t about the kill, no it was about redeeming her pride after being violated. Without the actual culprit that stole her dignity she had to torture some other man to get a similar satisfaction. She needed blood on her hands, in her control. Her choice on how fast or slow it falls. She needed to show him who was boss. She needed…

“Are you okay?”

Elizabeth’s eyes shot to Dexter, a little more venomous then she had intended.

“You just look really nervous. I promise I won’t bite.”

That wasn’t the problem.

Elizabeth huffed her frustration. “I know. I just feel…” she wanted to tell him honestly, go to jail, die, kill or go home, “empty right now. The man took something from me. Something I can’t exactly explain without sounding strange but I want it back and despite how much I want, no, need it. I’m not ready for it,” she clenched her fists, kneading her thigh with her knuckles.

“What did he take from you?”

“He took my,” pride, sex appeal, faith in myself, “happiness from me. You’ve been the only thing that’s kept me from hating myself. I just feel,” disgusting, angry, frustrated, violated…

Elizabeth hadn’t noticed that the car was stopped but when Dexter gently moved her chin to look up at him, it was apparent now. “A sadness that eats you from the inside out?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“It will go away.”

“I don’t know ho…” she couldn’t help herself, he was so close. He smelt of blood again and now that she had her lips pressed against his, he tasted of it as well. She was sure that both the smell and taste were just in her head but that didn’t stop her from pressing harder.

It wasn’t like Elizabeth to get so physical. She preferred her loneliness normally but the kiss was a personification of her frustration, her ache. She needed something to dull the need, to dull her senses although the kiss wasn’t working.

“Take me home Dexter,” she breathed breaking her lips from his, her fingers gently caressing his skin.

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Elizabeth’s eyes opened to see an empty pillow. She could hardly believe what she had just done, although it wasn’t much of anything. Dexter had gotten her to his apartment and she fell asleep on his bed. Why had she fallen asleep? She didn’t remember being tired before she had gotten there and yet, she had fallen asleep.

Elizabeth rolled to her back, looking over the room.

It was clean, modern looking. Nothing out of the ordinary that would lead someone to believe that he was like her. Which meant that if he was like her, he was careful.

Elizabeth sat up, continuing her search of the room with her eyes for what would let her know if he was like her. She idly began to scratch her arm as she stood up. She began looking over the mundane items on his dresser, his nightstand. She opened his closet still scratching at her arm.

Shirts, pants, suits.

Nothing.

“Sleep well?” a voice came from behind her. Elizabeth quickly spun on her heel to see Dexter a lot closer then she had anticipated.

“I think so,” she replied with a breath of amusement.

“You’re bleeding,” he said pointing to her arm moving closer to her to look. He offered her his hand to her to inspect further.

She gave it to him, her eyes looking down to the damage she had caused. She hadn’t even noticed that she had broken the skin. “I am,” she said plainly. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t even feel the itch,” she lied. She did feel the itch but it wasn’t on her skin, it was under it, coursing through her veins in a place that only one thing could help scratch.

“Let me get something to clean that up. Um… what were you doing in my closet?” he asked as he dragged her with him to the bathroom.

“Looking,” to see if you hid what I think you are in there.

“Looking for what exactly?”

“I was just looking,” she told him as he moved deftly to grab a cloth and rubbing alcohol. He quickly ran her arm under cool water before wiping away the clear liquid and dabbing it with alcohol. The stinging from the alcohol brought her back down to earth. She felt almost centered with the pain, then it was gone and so was the control. She felt the numbing ache in her stomach, the need for a kill, for revenge. The itch.

“There’s not much in there except an old chest and my clothes,” he said as he worked.

“What’s in the chest?”

“My father’s gun.”

“Why do you have it?”

“Because we used to go hunting together and those were some of my best memories of my father.”

Elizabeth nodded as he returned her arm to her with a bandage in place. Another scar, she thought sourly as her eyes went to the mirror where she could see them both.

“Have you ever felt that there was something you knew about someone but you were too afraid to ask if you were right and the thought of it made you anxious?”

“Well yeah, but I normally just ask them and if you’re wrong they tell you, then you don’t have to stress about anymore.”

“But what if it was a secret, something no one was supposed to know.”

“I guess it would depend on the what you knew.”

“Dexter,” Elizabeth said, turning her eyes from the mirror up to the man himself. “I think you’re like me.”

“And what is that exactly?”

Elizabeth looked in his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking, trying to gauge what he was going to do when he heard this. The ache roaring within her, her need to practically bathe in blood, to hear someone scream out her name and ask her to stop. She didn’t know how to quiet it and she didn’t have the ability to do it on her own, not yet, not without hurting herself further. She had to know, perhaps he’d help her.

If he wasn’t like her then perhaps he’d turn her in.

If he wasn’t then maybe he’d ignore it as delirium, or have her institutionalized. It would make the world a safer place, that’s for sure.

If he wasn’t then she’d have to kill him.

If he was then she may have to kill him.

If he was she may have to let him live.

If he was…

“A Serial Killer.”

Dexter had come the next day, and every day while Elizabeth recovered in that hospital bed. It was a pleasant surprise to see his smiling face everyday despite the growing ache. She could feel the desire within her, spreading through her blood like a virus. She should have already been stalking her next victim but she’d been in the hospital. It was unbearable even as she was able to stand on her own without supervision. The only thing that kept the inner darkness at bay was the possibility that Dexter may have been like her.

Gratefully today she was discharged and life continued on as normal.

While in the hospital she made her official statement on the attack in her apartment with everything she “remembered”. Shortly afterward Dexter told her that the case of Piper Adams’ murder had been closed. Now she was free to commune with Dexter in public without sullying his credibility by being a suspect in one of his cases. Lucky for her, Dexter had asked her out to dinner that evening. He informed her that he wanted to make up for all of the hospital food she had to eat. Since it was such a nice offer she couldn’t refuse, not that she would have.

Dexter was a beautiful creature of darkness. He was so inexplicably average it was like looking at a mirror. Nothing about him would stand out to anyone unless you knew what you were looking for and even then… it was a difficult thing to see. If, in fact, that was what she saw in him.

Elizabeth ran another frustrated hand through her hair trying her damnedest to keep the edges of tape from snagging in the unruly mop of too long hair. It didn’t really work the way she had hoped and she ended up ripping off the bandages on her arms despite doctors orders. Once the bandages were removed she couldn’t help but admire the wounds, turning her arm in the mirror to get a full view of them.

Scars.

That’s what they said she’d have, scars. She had never had outward scars before, all of her damage was on the inside from years of abuse. Now she’d have scars some on the outside. Disgusting. She was already beginning to hate herself for it.

Elizabeth had to restrain herself before she put her fist into the mirror and caused more damage. She didn’t need any more of her blood shed, especially not when she was being picked up by Dexter shortly.

Grinding her teeth to get control of her temper she dropped her arm and stormed out of the bathroom. She wasn’t sure she could look at her disgusting body anymore.

She breathed heavily as she sat herself in the chair in her living room. Her dark temptations were starting to get to her. She felt agitated, she needed release but she wasn’t prepared for it. She wasn’t physically strong enough to make sure that she didn’t get caught but she was beginning to deteriorate from the inside.

Every muscle in her body ached, pleaded, moaned for the release that only a kill could give her. She needed it. She couldn’t wait any longer. 3 weeks in the hospital under surveillance to make sure she was healing properly before they let her out was enough to make any sane woman go stark raving mad. She wasn’t an average sane woman but the lack of victim, or even prospect, made her a risk to everyone.

Even Dexter.

Elizabeth couldn’t see him tonight. She needed to kill something. If she saw him then she might lose herself and try to kill him. She needed to get out of there but she knew if she left then she was going to kill someone recklessly but if she stayed then she put the one person that held her interest at risk.

She had to go.

Elizabeth stood up and grabbed her keys. As she reached for her coat…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound made her freeze. She was caught. No not caught, but she couldn’t escape the date now.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, placed her keys inside before she opened the door to see Dexter’s smiling face with a single Lily, how appropriate. She gratefully accepted the flower smelling it momentarily, “Thank you.”

“You look, nice,” he said as his eyes looked her over before they came back up to her face.

“Thank you again. Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall,” he said offering her and arm. Elizabeth stepped out of her apartment, carefully locked her door before she took his arm. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you’ve had a rough past month,” he said looking down at her with a smile.

“Trust me, I’m glad to be out of the house,” even though I’d rather be finding something or someone to kill. Elizabeth’s body felt like it was freezing yet on fire. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to last before she’d snap, and the date just started.

Gratefully Dexter opened the door to allow her to seat herself in his car. She slid in slowly, carefully. He was soon in the car beside her, lights on and car started. The date was on and all she could think about was what was in that car that she could wrap around his neck and kill him with.

Elizabeth took a deep breath as she rubbed her hands together nervously. This was wrong, she shouldn’t need a kill so soon after her last one, 4 weeks was not a long time between kills, if you did them more often then people got suspicious. The ache wasn’t about the kill, no it was about redeeming her pride after being violated. Without the actual culprit that stole her dignity she had to torture some other man to get a similar satisfaction. She needed blood on her hands, in her control. Her choice on how fast or slow it falls. She needed to show him who was boss. She needed…

“Are you okay?”

Elizabeth’s eyes shot to Dexter, a little more venomous then she had intended.

“You just look really nervous. I promise I won’t bite.”

That wasn’t the problem.

Elizabeth huffed her frustration. “I know. I just feel…” she wanted to tell him honestly, go to jail, die, kill or go home, “empty right now. The man took something from me. Something I can’t exactly explain without sounding strange but I want it back and despite how much I want, no, need it. I’m not ready for it,” she clenched her fists, kneading her thigh with her knuckles.

“What did he take from you?”

“He took my,” pride, sex appeal, faith in myself, “happiness from me. You’ve been the only thing that’s kept me from hating myself. I just feel,” disgusting, angry, frustrated, violated…

Elizabeth hadn’t noticed that the car was stopped but when Dexter gently moved her chin to look up at him, it was apparent now. “A sadness that eats you from the inside out?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“It will go away.”

“I don’t know ho…” she couldn’t help herself, he was so close. He smelt of blood again and now that she had her lips pressed against his, he tasted of it as well. She was sure that both the smell and taste were just in her head but that didn’t stop her from pressing harder.

It wasn’t like Elizabeth to get so physical. She preferred her loneliness normally but the kiss was a personification of her frustration, her ache. She needed something to dull the need, to dull her senses although the kiss wasn’t working.

“Take me home Dexter,” she breathed breaking her lips from his, her fingers gently caressing his skin.

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Elizabeth’s eyes opened to see an empty pillow. She could hardly believe what she had just done, although it wasn’t much of anything. Dexter had gotten her to his apartment and she fell asleep on his bed. Why had she fallen asleep? She didn’t remember being tired before she had gotten there and yet, she had fallen asleep.

Elizabeth rolled to her back, looking over the room.

It was clean, modern looking. Nothing out of the ordinary that would lead someone to believe that he was like her. Which meant that if he was like her, he was careful.

Elizabeth sat up, continuing her search of the room with her eyes for what would let her know if he was like her. She idly began to scratch her arm as she stood up. She began looking over the mundane items on his dresser, his nightstand. She opened his closet still scratching at her arm.

Shirts, pants, suits.

Nothing.

“Sleep well?” a voice came from behind her. Elizabeth quickly spun on her heel to see Dexter a lot closer then she had anticipated.

“I think so,” she replied with a breath of amusement.

“You’re bleeding,” he said pointing to her arm moving closer to her to look. He offered her his hand to her to inspect further.

She gave it to him, her eyes looking down to the damage she had caused. She hadn’t even noticed that she had broken the skin. “I am,” she said plainly. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t even feel the itch,” she lied. She did feel the itch but it wasn’t on her skin, it was under it, coursing through her veins in a place that only one thing could help scratch.

“Let me get something to clean that up. Um… what were you doing in my closet?” he asked as he dragged her with him to the bathroom.

“Looking,” to see if you hid what I think you are in there.

“Looking for what exactly?”

“I was just looking,” she told him as he moved deftly to grab a cloth and rubbing alcohol. He quickly ran her arm under cool water before wiping away the clear liquid and dabbing it with alcohol. The stinging from the alcohol brought her back down to earth. She felt almost centered with the pain, then it was gone and so was the control. She felt the numbing ache in her stomach, the need for a kill, for revenge. The itch.

“There’s not much in there except an old chest and my clothes,” he said as he worked.

“What’s in the chest?”

“My father’s gun.”

“Why do you have it?”

“Because we used to go hunting together and those were some of my best memories of my father.”

Elizabeth nodded as he returned her arm to her with a bandage in place. Another scar, she thought sourly as her eyes went to the mirror where she could see them both.

“Have you ever felt that there was something you knew about someone but you were too afraid to ask if you were right and the thought of it made you anxious?”

“Well yeah, but I normally just ask them and if you’re wrong they tell you, then you don’t have to stress about anymore.”

“But what if it was a secret, something no one was supposed to know.”

“I guess it would depend on the what you knew.”

“Dexter,” Elizabeth said, turning her eyes from the mirror up to the man himself. “I think you’re like me.”

“And what is that exactly?”

Elizabeth looked in his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking, trying to gauge what he was going to do when he heard this. The ache roaring within her, her need to practically bathe in blood, to hear someone scream out her name and ask her to stop. She didn’t know how to quiet it and she didn’t have the ability to do it on her own, not yet, not without hurting herself further. She had to know, perhaps he’d help her.

If he wasn’t like her then perhaps he’d turn her in.

If he wasn’t then maybe he’d ignore it as delirium, or have her institutionalized. It would make the world a safer place, that’s for sure.

If he wasn’t then she’d have to kill him.

If he was then she may have to kill him.

If he was she may have to let him live.

If he was…

“A Serial Killer.”

Liz Fic part 6

Elizabeth’s heart was racing her body was covered in sweat as she shot straight up her hand immediately shooting up to feel her stinging neck. She brought her fingers away from her neck to look at the blood on her hands. She breathed heavily trying to gain her bearings her eyes falling to the sheets that covered her.

Blood. Her entire bed was covered in blood, not just her neck where she felt a stinging sensation. She took a deep calming breath as she ran her bloodied hand over one side of her face and into her hair.

Where did all of the blood come from?

Was it all hers?

Was she dead?

If she were dead then she’d be in some sort of surreal heaven. A pleasant and fabulous heaven where blood was given without a price.

No, she wasn’t dead but she didn’t feel well. Her entire body felt weak, her mind swirling as she fell back to the bloodied sheets trying to think of where all the blood came from. Her body felt so weak, so tired. It wasn’t like her to feel so tired or so dazed.

With an extreme amount of effort she threw a leg over so she was able to roll to her stomach and look around the floor for any clues as to where the blood had come from. Anything. She needed to know why she felt so woozy, why she was still alive if that was all her blood.

Her eyes scanned the floor. A shoe, her bag, her…

Elizabeth pressed her head harder into her mattress to tilt her head slightly. That wasn’t her knife. She had never seen that knife before in her life and yet there it was, covered in blood on top of her bag.

Suddenly she shot up again only to fall to the floor her face planting next to an unfamiliar shoe attached to a leg. She grabbed at it before she realized how terrifyingly bad this was. This was not happening! What was she supposed to be doing?

Calling the cops?

Cleaning up?

What happened when she got home?

Elizabeth closed her eyes and thought back to her drive home. It had involved being driven by a police officer, wait. No. She had taken a cab home but she had been at the police statioin earlier.

She paid the cab driver when she arrived.

Walked up the steps to her apartment glancing over at her deceased neighbors door.

Unlocked her door, walked in the door. Did she unlock her door? Did it matter? She got into her apartment and then…

Then?

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open as she stared at the foot. The man attacked her and held her with the knife to her neck. That’s why her neck stung. He didn’t know how to handle a weapon and he pressed too hard on her neck because she didn’t react the way he wanted. With fear.

There was a fight and she won, obviously by the corpse on her floor.

Despite how much she wanted to cleanse herself of this death, to play around in his puddle of blood, she couldn’t. She had to call the cops for this one. There was no getting out of that but she had to know her story before she did that.

Elizabeth repeated the events in her mind before she finally fumbled for her home phone dialing 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” a male’s voice picked up on the other end.

“Yes, my name is Elizabeth Thory and,” she attempted to choke up like she was on the verge of tears, “I was attacked in my home and I overcame my attacker but I think he’s dead. There’s blood everywhere.”

“Alright ma’am, take a deep breath. Do you feel that your life is threatened right now?” god she hated when people told her to take a deep breath, it was like they thought she had forgotten how to breath. “I don’t think so! I think he’s dead!” she sobbed into the receiver.

“Is anyone in need of medical assistance?”

“Yes,” she breathed quietly.

“Stay on the line with me miss until we get someone to your location. Can you give me your address?”

“Umm. Uh. I live in apartment 26 in the palm apartments, um. It’s on Pine road,” she said being as purposefully ambiguous as possible.

Alright ma’am someone will be there shortly. Please stay on the line with me until medical services get there.

Elizabeth hung up. She didn’t need to hear him repeat himself and she could already hear the sirens. The sirens themselves made her heart beat in anticipation. This was so bad! So very bad and yet she felt she had to do it this way.

Liz Fic Part 5

The bump of the club was getting on Elizabeth’s nerves. Normally the sound didn’t bother her but tonight was a particularly nerve wracking night because she wasn’t there to find someone to kill to sate her desire. In fact she was pretty well sated at the moment. She was there to stalk a different sort of prey. Another predator.

After the realization of what Dexter Morgan was Elizabeth had went home and did some research on him. He was spotless. The best she could find on him was a traffic ticket, from when he was 23. It wasn’t anything and it didn’t mean much especially since she wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find. Maybe “Dexter Morgan, Serial Killer” with a list of his victims? While it would have been convenient, it was doubtful. Whatever it was, she didn’t find it looking through her normal circuits. She did, however, find out where he lived which was a good start. That was how she ended up here.

Elizabeth followed him here from his home. Normally she would have went home after following him here but she came inside instead. It was a perverse need to watch another predator stalk their prey. Her need to interact with another person that needed the sticky feeling of blood on their hands to stay sane. It was her darkness reaching out for his.

Elizabeth kept an eye on him the entire night only leaving time to blink and eventually that cost her. She had lost him in the crowd in the split second it took for her eyes to close and open. How was that even possible?

She swung her head around looking frantically for the man she had lost but in the sea of bumping bodies he seemed to be gone.

“You know I thought we agreed that after the Adams case we’d see each other,” an amused grumble said to her from behind. She turned her eyes up to see the face of her prey for that evening. “I’m sorry. I have a thing for a man that looks like he can handle a knife, I mean me, I mean himself,” she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle.

“Sit down and I’ll buy you a drink,” she said offering him the seat next to her.

“Nah. I actually think I’m going to call it a night,” he said to her.

Damn. She was hoping to talk with him. “Didn’t find what you were looking for?” she asked him.

“No,” he said throwing a thumb over his shoulder as an indication that he was getting ready to leave. “I’m going to head out. Long day at work and I’ve got to get up early.”

“Mind walking me to my car?” Elizabeth asked.

“Sure,” he said with a shrug.

What else was she supposed to do? She was only there to watch him and he was leaving. Her best plan was just to leave too.

Elizabeth left the half empty drink on the counter as she let Dexter lead her out of the club. When they got outside she couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. She was glad that the insistent bumping of the club had been muted to a dull thump behind her as she walked.

He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Glad to be out of there?”

“A little. The pounding music was giving me a headache.”

“If you don’t like it then why do you go?”

To stalk a man that reminds me… of me. “To meet people. I met you tonight didn’t I?”

“I guess so,” he said giving her a thoughtful frown. “Did you come out here to meet someone in particular?”

Elizabeth was getting tired of the fake smile game but kept it up in case she was wrong about him. “Nope, I don’t have a special someone to go meet at random clubs in the middle of my work week. You?” she said with a bump of her shoulder into him.

“I was looking for someone but they weren’t there.”

Elizabeth nodded feeling that she had interrupted his ritual. That was rude of her wasn’t it? Well she would have to make it up to him after she got to know him better. “This is me,” she said coming up to her 2004 dark blue, hatchback Ford Focus. She gave him a nod and a smile in which he returned the nod but not the smile. Elizabeth thought that was a bit odd since he seemed so good at fitting in with the situation.

“Who are you?” he asked her more darkly then she had anticipated his presence imposing on hers in an attempt to press her closer to the car.

“My name is Liz I’m the woman that the cops think murdered my next door neighbors.”

“I know that, but who are you?” his eyes narrowed at her. “I saw you outside of my apartment.”

A low grunt escaped her throat as shoved her shoulders back into her car, his knee held her up, his forearm quickly pressing her painfully against the cool metal frame behind her. Then the blade appeared a beautifully crafted, stainless steel, chef’s knife held rather painfully beneath her chin against her jugular, “Who are you and why are you following me?”

The question was absurdly hilarious! She couldn’t help the reaction as her head fell back the knife still held painfully firm against her neck as she laughed. She could feel the small tingle as the knife dug deep enough to draw blood. He drew first blood then which was fine, she had been the one stalking him, poorly.

“Well I already told you that my name is Liz but that’s not what you want to know is it?” she questioned him as she pulled her head back up the blade of the knife scraping dangerously across her skin. “Why am I stalking you? Well I thought it was obvious Dexter. We have something in common,” she said with her toothy alligator grin.”

The pressure of the knife loosened for a moment before being pressed harder then before followed by a bizarre twist of him mashing his lips against hers. She yelped into his lips before she relaxed into the kiss closing her eyes, her arms reaching around him to pull his body closer to hers. She could hardly believe what was happening it was all so amazingly sexual. All of her favorite things mashed together in one place.

Blood.

Pain.

Pleasure.

The possibility of death.

The hand that had been holding her against the car moved to help push her higher on it their lips still hungrily devouring one another. She could die at that moment and be happy to die. She was not as alone as she once thought. The crushing loneliness that made her work dangerously close to the line of unsafe.

It was minutes, maybe hours, of being pressed against that car before he removed his lips from hers panting in her ear. “Your mine,” he rasped before the blade that was pressed against her neck shot a cool pain into her as he sliced across her jugular.

For a moment Elizabeth was surprised by the action, her eyes wide, accusing before she smiled and her body slumped down to the ground as he removed himself from her, his green shirt soaked in her blood. Her blood. Wasn’t that a beautiful canvas to stare at? Her own.

She gurgled a thank you as she stared up at his darkened silhouette, the only thing she could see clearly were his eyes and the hypnotizing blade that he held stained with her blood.

My blood is so beautiful.

Elizabeth could feel herself slipping away as the darkness began to surround her vision as everything began to fade, the life draining out of her.