Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter or any part of it.
Do note that this Dexter is a mix between the book and television Dexter, the story takes place after season four and before season five. A major season four spoiler is mentioned, so please avoid if you haven't seen season four yet.
Chapter One
Difficulties
Night.
Beautiful night.
The time when the moon and stars become illuminated and the darkness sweeps over the city of Miami. It's the time when the little children are tucked away and teenagers are out wreaking havoc somewhere. It's the time of drug deals, gangs, and dark hearts, the dark side of Miami that you don't see during the day. Night is the home of the alcoholics, drug dealers, prostitutes, and the killers. It's also the time for me and the Dark Passenger, my inner companion that is always after control.
I don't associate or compare myself to those people though, no, not them; Dark Demented Dexter is in a league of my own, it's just I and the Dark Passenger, they don't even compare. But we do have one similarity with all of the other night dwellers of Miami, we have needs. We all have one, in the dark side of Miami whether it's looking for their fix, some pleasure, or some money. In the night we can slink around in the dark undetected, craving our deepest desires and fulfilling them. But my need it just a bit different.
My need, well, our need, (the Dark Passenger and I's), needed to be fulfilled. We were itching to be on the hunt, itching for the adrenaline rush, itching to do the dark dance, itching for ritual, for order to the chaos.
But tonight is not the night for ritual, no, not yet. My darker self urged me to pounce now; he seemed to whisper, "Take it Dexter! Take him now!" But I don't give into peer pressure; well not until he fits the code. Unfortunately for us, our dear friend Eddie Adder wasn't a perfect fit for the code, not yet. Soon though, soon enough Eddie Adder will be the one bringing me my relief, lying on my table, becoming my temporary release from my darker self.
Ever since the death of Rita, it seems that he has been calling upon me less, it's an odd feeling, perhaps it's the guilt that keeps him away. I've watched over sixty people die, and they all died at my hand and never once did I feel guilt, remorse, nothing like that, just satisfaction.
I remember that night clearly, one of my most vivid memories really. Me and Rita were finally going to take our Honeymoon in Key West, Cody and Astor went to Disney with their Grandparents and Harrison was coming with us. I had to work late so she was to catch a flight and I'd meet her in Key West later in the night. When I walked into the house to prepare to leave called Rita back, she had called earlier and I must have missed it. Turns out she forgot her plane ticket so she was just informing me she had to turn back, no big deal. The moment I hit I heard her phone ring, it was still on her purse in the counter, perhaps she forgot it on her trip back to the house. On the perfect que came the cries of Harrison, confirming Rita had never made it to the airport. That moment caused the air to just leave the room, leaving me with the feeling with dread. Holding my breath I followed the cries of my son straight to the bathroom, the sight was not pleasant. There Harrison was, sitting in a pool of blood; I dropped to my knee's to crawl to him, that's when I saw Rita. Lying in the tub, in her blood that had spilled over the sides and onto the floor. Harrison was covered in his own mother's blood, just like how I was found as a kid, sitting in a pool of my birth mothers blood. Fate was truly unkind.
The sight of my dead wife was different then of all of the other dead bodies I have dealt with, it was a completely new experience for me. No grief, no sadness, none of the normal human feelings when you lose a loved one. Just guilt, guilt that tears me apart inside, making the hole in my heart even bigger, the guilt that I couldn't protect her, Debra keeps insisting that this wasn't my fault, if only she knew. On the contrary is Astor, she hates my guts at the moment, and she's the only one who blames me for her mother's death, Cody doesn't though, he's always been fond of me, he doesn't blame me, I like that about him. Yet Astor is the only one who sees the truth, a young teenage girl, who would ever guess. I keep being told that she'll come around eventually, I hope she does, I really liked the kids. They were one of the few things that kept me attached to humanity, now they live in Orlando with their grandparents. It's been two months since the death of Rita, Cody eagerly awaits my phone calls, Astor still won't talk to me. The only things that keep me in touch with humanity now are my dear sister Debra, and my son Harrison. I can't afford to lose one of them, I fear that without them I will lose control, and the Dark Passenger would have his hands on the wheel 24/7.
The Dark Passenger is scratching though, growing impatient, it wants complete control, and it wants to play, in time dear dark self, in time.