Hey, so season 6 was amazing. :D x I mean like OMG the finale!

Anyhow, another shoot back to season 1. :)

This fic was influenced by the amazing fic 'professionalism' by azure feathers

Check it out. :D x

Her blood trickles down the saran wrap to the concreted floor; veins of red cut her legs as I stumble from the heavy knife embedded forever in my sister's chest. Her eyes in forever accusation and shock, her mouth open enough for the blood bubbling from her chest to be visible.

Speckles of crimson fleck my clothing and my face, the strobe light above us drains the flush of her face, the Miami tan reduced to a mere pigmentation as the blood empties from her body.

I look away; Brian is there, victory slashed into every line of his face. He got most of the spray from Deb, the face so much like mine covered in the blood of his dearest enemy. His hand reaches for mine, the blood, a welcome home; welcome to the family.

I collapse on my knees; my veins coursing with curiously real emotions; hysterical rage, sadness, glorious freedom. I shake, my knuckles bony white underneath the coagulating red. - My voice won't work; all my throat will squeak out is a pathetic whimper. My chest heaves, the heavy flesh of my black heart weighting down the simple act of merely breathing.

The thrum of footsteps echo towards me.

"Dexter"

Biney kneels by my side; his warm hands cradle my hollow face: My eyes meet his, the rusty flecks of his blends with my swampy eyes. He traces the planes of my skull with his palms, the gentle touch sending cold spikes and shivers down my spine.

He lowers his face towards mine- his fleshy lips descendant on my dry, chapped mouth.

"We're free"- the whisper invades my senses as I close my eyes- "You're free; home at last. Welcome home, Brother."

He closes the distance.

The touch is gentle, soft as his lips brush mine, his hand trails to the back of my hair and grasps it as he plunges deeper. The metallic glimmer of Moser and Morgan blood swirls in my mouth from the cut on his lip I've just reopened.

This is wrong.

But I don't stop it. His tongue melds with mine as he roughly shoves us into the far wall, the violence of it sears down south of my stomach. Biney sits on my hips, his weight pins me, the excitement thrumming through me causes me to flick my eyes towards the corpse on the table; Deb's corpse.

I stop and stare at her,

I did this.

Brain doesn't let me ponder any deer as he captures me again with even stronger resolve.

He starts to fight me for dominance; I put up an attempt but let him win. I want him to ravage me. Our relation doesn't matter anymore.

Brian backs away abruptly.

I whine, the sudden departure of my brother leaving me incomplete again.

"Dexter," he whispers, "the siren's, there coming. I'll find you."

He runs out the door, the knife of severance from the Morgan's, clutched in his hand.

And I'm alone.

:)