"Hello Dexter." Lila said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice, a tiny grin pulling at her lips. It was almost as if she found pleasure in catching him in the act of his ritual. Her thin arms crossed folded across her chest as her dark eyes remained fixed upon him. Dexter was still unable to find his own voice as he returned the gaze. How long had Lila been there? How long had she been following him? When did she even return to Miami in the first place? A million things buzzed through his head as his expression contorted, twisting into anger. The pale woman dared to move closer towards him, cocking her head to the side as she continued. "This is quite amazing, Dexter. Is this what you would have done to me?" She pondered aloud, forcing herself to keep some sort of a distance between him. She studied him a moment and then took herself closer to him. "You poor thing." A hand extended towards him, meaning to brush back some of his bangs that had grown heavy with sweat over his forehead.
Dexter's brows pulled together, a deep line forming between them. Lila had murdered Doakes. She was a liar. Not to mention she had a nasty habit of stealing. Dexter specifically remembered telling her that she was more dangerous than his addiction ever would be, and it was true. Yet, even as the pale woman had made her way across the room, he did nothing but remain still. His hazel eyes remained focused upon her as she studied the crime scene; his crime scene. Dexter's mouth was slightly ajar, but quickly closed when she reached a hand out to him. Her hand was cold, yet the touch was soothing as it ran across his cheek. Removing one hand that was gripped firmly around the wrapped body part, Dexter reached up to grab her wrist. He forced her hand away from his face, while keeping a a firm grip on her wrist. "You shouldn't be here." His voice was dark, his eyes baring a warning.
A light cackle came from her, not even trying to fight her hand free of his hold. "That's quite funny, Dex." She replied, her face smoothing as she raised a brow. "What, are you going to do, kill me?" The way she said it was more of a taunt than it was a question. It was very clear that Lila did not take Dexter and his Dark Passenger seriously. Perhaps she had at one time when she realized that he had been set on killing her that day before she fled Miami, but something in her had changed. Her fear had melted away after being from him for so long. What was it about her that drove her crazy about Dexter?
"You're a fool to come here Lila, and alone." He spoke coldly.
"Dexter, when are you ever going to toss aside that anger of yours?" Lila jerked her wrist from his firm hold and quickly held his face in both her hands. "Don't you even understand why I've come back? I came back for you! Even after all that I've discovered about you, I still love you! I want to be with you. I want to help!" She softened her tone. "I heard about Rita in the paper last week. I am truly sorry. Dexter, you must be breaking down inside, poor thing."
Lila was pressing her luck. She should not have shown herself to him. It was bad enough that he had already planned on killing her, but even worse that she chose such a time to show up. A week after Rita's death? The man had finally experienced what might have been real emotions for another human being and that very being was taken from him. He had gone from hope for a normal life, to crawling back into a den of darkness. A realization had hit him, harder than ever. Even as her words left her lips, he knew they were just a lie. He was destined to be alone, he knew that. Lila's hands pressed against his face, causing him to react and move her back from him. His eyes locked onto hers. "Nothing you could ever do could come close to helping me, Lila!" He said a bit harshly. "You made a mistake by coming here." His hand removed his hold on her so that he could place the bag in his hand upon the stacked body parts that were already neatly wrapped. "If you think I've forgotten all the things you've done, you're wrong. Your life is mine." His words had no intention of sounding sweet or kind. He meant that her life would be put to an end, by his hands. If not tonight, perhaps the next. All he knew was that it'd be near impossible to accomplish for tonight.
Lila stood where she was a moment, her eyes following him as he placed the wrapped limb with the rest of the body parts. "Dexter..." She started and then moved in once more to meet his gaze. "Yes. You are right." She placed a hand gently upon his forearm. "My life is yours. It always has been, from the very moment I met you." A soft smile tried to form itself upon her lips. "Please, don't be angry with me for showing up. Do not push away the person who accepts you for who you are!" There was a silence between them. A silence where Dexter's head began to throb from a headache that had formed.
One thing that Dexter never understood about Lila was her incapability of desiring him. It didn't matter what he did or what he said, she would always take him for her own. It seemed the more he pushed her away, the harder she tried. It was almost futile for him to try to get a clear point across to this woman. Her words meant nothing. Lila never new what she was saying. She was obsessed with the idea of loving him. That's all it ever would be; Obsession. She wasn't the first person to have said she accepted him. Dexter killed Brian Moser, his own flesh and blood. One would think that if his own brother didn't have a chance, no one did.
He struggled to think clearly, he wanted nothing more than to kill her now, but he knew he did not have the time for that. Not now. "It's bad enough that I haven't even left yet, it won't be long before the sun is coming up and I have work in the morning.." He thought as he sighed heavily and then refocused upon Lila. The moment his eyes met hers, she was bringing her face in closer, as if to kiss him.
Her lips pressed against his and instantly Dexter reacted by pushing her back. This was too soon. Not only did he have no interest in her, but the fact that she had felt the need to try such a thing so soon after Rita's death was even more so unsettling. "Lila!" His shouted her name as he grabbed onto the sides of her arms firmly. "What do you think you're trying to do? Do you think that I would instantly take you back the moment you arrived?" Dexter's eyes pierced into her. He was in no state to be messed with and it was clear he was in no mood for 'connecting' with another person.
And there it was. The same hint of fear from the past struck in her eyes at the sound of his raising voice. It was as if someone had cracked a whip at her, she looked startled. Regardless of the fear the had been all too familiar from the past, awaking in her veins, she still believed that he was her soulmate. Whether he knew it himself or not. Lila was determined to make him learn. He would see that she was in love with him and always would be. Whenever Dexter needed her, she would be there. A caring mentor, his troubled mind may lay at ease with her comfort. However, tears rimmed up in her eyes as the frustration coiled around her very insides. It was beyond irritating having to try to prove herself to him again and again. Seeing the tears form in her eyes didn't phase him one bit. He could seriously care less at all what Lila was thinking. "I'm sorry, Dexter. I couldn't help it..." She shook her head, her hand reaching to run through her black hair, pushing her long locks out of her face. Her tongue ran quickly along her lips as he blinked back the tears that had begun to form. "Let me help you clean up...I know that it's late." Lila offered, beginning to reach her outstretched hand towards one of the wrapped parts.
In a heartbeat Dexter's fist was wrapped tightly around the wrist of the hand reaching for one of the dismembered parts. His eyes cold and empty of any emotion as he spoke. "The only helping you could do, is by leaving." There was no room for debate. Dexter worked alone. It has always been that way and it would never change. His fuck up with Miguel Prado only further proved that. He held her gaze for a moment before throwing her hand from his hold. "Go." It was clear he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. She needed to leave and she needed to leave now. There was no telling what Dexter might actually do to her should she go against him. "The sun will be coming up in just two hours...that's just enough time for me to finish up what I need to and get home..."
Moving back from him as he let go of her, Lila nodded. "Fine. I will leave if you want, Dexter..." She reached a hand into her back pocket and removed a slip of paper, something handwritten was on it. Her hand extended his way. "Please, take it. It is the address of the hotel I'm staying at." Her eyes were hopeful as she waited to see if he would take it from her or not. His eyes fell upon it and stared at it a moment before he took a few steps forward to take it. A smile instantly washed over her, satisfied with his acceptance. "I'll be seeing you, Dex." The pale woman quickly pressed her lips to his cheek before turning to leave him with his crime scene.
Dexter turned the paper over in his hand to read the address scribbled upon it. This would be very useful the next time he could afford to perform his ritual. Lila would be his next victim, for sure this time. There would be no escape for her. Tucking the address into his pocket, Dexter then turned to gather the body parts to begin carrying towards his van. He had very limited time to get them to his boat and down the Golf and returning home, before sunrise.
Once everything had been gathered up and stored away into his mini van, Dexter climbed into the driver's seat and began for the drive home to Miami.
