Title: 50 Shades of Dexter
Author Name: tinadoll
Rating:R
Spoilers: End of Dexter Season 8
Genre: Crossover 50 Shades of Grey/Dexter. Murder
Main Character(s): Dexter,Anastasia Steele, and Christian Grey
Ship(s): None
Summary: Dexter's Dark Passenger isn't satiated and not going away. Even after the events in Miami. He is on the run and when he meets Anastasia and her Inner Goddess Set one year after the events of the Dexter finale and after 50 Shades of Grey.
Disclaimer: This story is based on the Dexter characters and situations created and owned by Showtime and the horrible ass 50 shades of Grey book

Trigger warnings in future chapters: Rape, Murder, Domestic Violence. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ROMANCE!

Chapter 1: Awaken, Monster

Snow. Icy. Wet.

So much for a normal weather. But then again, I left Miami for a reason. I close my eyes and imagine the salty sea breeze on my face as I steer the Slice of Life into the hurricane. I quickly open my eyes as I hear the whistle of the mill signaling me back to tedium of work. I didn't want to see my sisters… my dear Debra's face anyway. My last victim. My final victim. I swore, when I placed her body in the water and watched her disappear into the murky waters that I would never kill again.

Sometimes the Dark Passenger beckoned but the ghost of Debra Morgan kept it at bay. She was my own personal crux and my personal guardian angel.

I shiver in my Carhart heavy duty jacket as I throw what remains of my sandwich in the trash. I would kill for a cubano and maybe some Cuban coffee.

I chuckle as I wipe the snow from my beard, already flecked with white. I can see my breathe as it comes out of my mouth. I can feel the chill in the air. I can feel the heat rise in my throat and the blood pump in my vains.

Dexter Morgan does not kill anymore.

Anyway, back to the grind.

The day ends with a whistle and everyone files out of the mill. Tired and hungry. I am glad the day is over because my shoulders ache and I am in desperate need of a shower. Even after a year, I am not use to the aches and pains of this life. Even after a year, her face is burned into my mind. Her spirit haunts my dreams. My coworkers start to pass me and I wave and put on my best fake smile.

The mask I have known and have used throughout my life. A chorus of
G'night Brian, my new alias, in rapid succession passes my ear and I answer it back expertly. I know everyone's name, age, and birth dates. Also, just in case -if people would miss them if they disappear all of a sudden.

Bad habits die hard.

One neanderthal named Alex comes over to me and puts his arm around me. He is blond, in his mid thirties and is about 2 inches taller than me. He looks like another high school athlete reject. A well placed blow to the solar plexus with knock the wind out of him and I could easily put him in a sleeper hold.

But today is not that day.

Today I smile "Whats up, bud," I respond before my emotions get the better of me.

"You know, Bro" he responds. I am not your Bro, asshole. But instead of death I deal a fake smile as he continues. "Some of us are going down to Seattle this weekend, and you should really come with.

Something within me was screaming that this was a bad idea and that you should want no part of the upcoming debauchery.

I smile "Count me in, Bro!" I say, fake smile in tow and high five him.

Shut the fuck up, Passenger. You are only along for the ride.