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"Rory!"
"Kitchen!"
Lorelei walked into the kitchen, finding her daughter scribbling notes into a notebook.
"How was school?" Lorelei asked
"It was fine," Rory replied
"Fine as in no-one was murdered fine, or fine as in A-minus fine?"
"I would say the first one, but then there was that bloodstained knife they found in my locker…"
"Oh, another one? Rory, we've talked about this."
"Well it's your fault, I keep seeing your face everywhere."
"Ah, I knew that would come back to haunt me."
"Hey mom, do you mind if I go over to Lane's house for an hour? She's got this new CD she wants to show me."
"OK, but try not to stay too long," Lorelei warned, "While you're gone a strange man might sweep me off my feet and take me to some far off…"
"So I'll see you at eight?"
"You know it."
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Rory left; Lorelei resumed reading her newspaper. Then suddenly, she felt a cold metal needle sticking into her neck.
"You're mine now!" came a growl
Lorelei let out a little croak, then collapsed onto the table. Behind her, Dexter Morgan stood triumphantly.
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Lorelei woke up strapped to a table in a strange room, completely naked. There was tape and Saran Wrap over her chest, mid-section, forehead and ankles, and there was cotton wool stuffed in her mouth.
"You're awake…" a deep voice said, "Most people take longer to recover from a sedative. You must have a high caffeine intake…"
Lorelei turned her head, and saw the man. He was tall, with sandy-blonde hair and an expression that showed no emotion. He had on khaki trousers and a tight grey shirt, with leather gloves.
"See those people?" Dexter asked, turning Lorelei's head to three pictures, "You killed them. And for that, I'm going to kill you."
"Mmmmph!" Lorelei screamed through the cotton
Dexter pulled the wool out of her mouth. All part of the ritual, let the victim think they had a chance to bargain for their life.
"I…I've never killed anyone!" Lorelei gasped, "I don't even know these people!"
"Don't give me that, Loretta."
"Loretta?" Lorelei asked, "Who's Loretta? I'm Lorelei."
Dexter raised an eyebrow.
"Wait…you're not Loretta Gianni?" Dexter asked
"No…"
Dexter picked up a file from a table.
"But…" Dexter examined the file, "Hold on a sec."
Dexter took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Masuka? Yeah, it's Dexter. Can you read me the serial number on the Gianni file? Oh. Thanks."
Dexter hung up.
"OK, turns out that your police file was mixed up with a similar-named husband killer in Hartford," Dexter said, "Wow. Good thing you spoke up."
He sliced the Saran wrap off of her using his kill-knife.
"I'm not looking," Dexter said, turning around
"It's cool, I'm not modest," Lorelei replied, getting up, "What were you going to do to me?"
"Stab you in the chest, cut you up, and dump you in the town river," Dexter shrugged
"Wow. So you're a serial killer?"
"Yeah, but I only kill other serial killers. What did you say your name was again?"
"Lorelei Gilmore."
"Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing. It's a pretty name."
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Later…
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"And you're going on a date with this guy?" Rory exclaimed
"Now Rory, I know you're still upset that it didn't work out with me and Max…"
"Max wasn't a serial killer!"
Lorelei sighed.
"I thought I told you not to judge people by what they do."
"This is different!"
"Tell you what, Rory, I'll get him to come in before our date tomorrow, and you can meet him. If you still don't like him, I won't go through with it."
"Fine…"
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The next day…
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Rory was waiting patiently on the couch. Lorelei was pacing around, in a stunning black dress.
"He'll be here any minute," Lorelei said, excited, "I can't wait! You're going to like him."
"Yeah, who doesn't like a killer?"
"Serial Killer."
There was a knock at the door.
"That's him!" Lorelei squealed
She opened the door, revealing Dexter. He wasn't wearing his kill-shirt, he wore grey slacks and a dark-blue blazer.
"Hey," Lorelei smiled
"Hey," Dexter smiled back, "Can I come in?"
"Of course."
Dexter walked in, and from behind his back he produced a bouquet of lilies.
"For you," he said
"Oh, thank you!" Lorelei took the flowers, "Dexter, this is my daughter, Rory. Rory, this is Dexter."
"Hello," Dexter shook Rory's hand, "Rory, your mom told me you liked to read, so I got you…"
He handed her a book.
"This is a copy of Catch-22, signed by the author," Dexter said
"Wow! Where did you get it?" Rory asked, fascinated
"It was in the 'unclaimed' section of the evidence locker," Dexter replied, "You'd be surprised by how many criminals are well read. Or steal from people who are."
"This is…"
Rory then remembered that the man was a complete monster.
"So, what's it like being a serial killer?" Rory asked, bluntly
"Rory!" Lorelei scolded
"I'm not a killer tonight," Dexter announced, "Tonight, I'm just Dexter Morgan, blood spatter analyst."
Rory tried to continue hating Dexter, but just looking at him…she couldn't help but smile.
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Another chapter to come.