Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter which belongs to Showtime and JL, the creator nor do I own BtVS which belongs to JW and various other companies.
Miami, its shadows use to hide me from my victims but now all I can see are the things it tries to hide. A man limping wasn’t because a bum leg but because of a green tail. The Hawaiian shirt hid a skin pattern, the blue eyes on a young child weren’t contacts, the outdated forty year old man wasn’t just creepy, he was a vampire, then there’s me, Dexter.
Two weeks ago I found out that plenty of things go “bump in the night” as Faith, a demon hunter, put it as well. Two weeks ago, my own hunt hadn’t ended well, I hadn’t killed anyone or anything and the need to kill was bothering me. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, you needed someone else. My someone else was 54 year old waitress Melanie Sterdan, she wouldn’t scratch my itch but she would lead me to the one would would, Steward Micks. I nearly screamed in anger as my bait was lured away by the damn vampire.
As they headed toward a secluded path on the beach, I grabbed the small vial of holy water and stake I’d been given. Save my bait from this monster tonight and try again. Patience was virtue I had to have. It wasn’t out of the goodness of my heart, I’d be a dead monster without it. I smiled, feeling optimistic as the monster screamed at the holy water and Sterdan ran away, there was always tomorrow.