prologue:
When you get right down to it, it's really not that hard to kill a person. I mean really, all you need is a combination of good timing and taking necessary precautions, and you can literally get away with murder.
Apologies. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Teela; Teela Thorne. Well, technically I should be Teela Driscoll, but my parents died when I was a baby. They were murdered, actually, but I don't like to think about that fact too much. It hits too close to home. Either way, my aunt and uncle-foster aunt and uncle, really, but they've been like what I imagine a real aunt and uncle would be like, if not even more devoted to raising me-took me in. In a heartbeat, as my Uncle Callum puts it.
Depending on the heartbeat, that's pretty damn fast, I'd say.
Anyhow. I digress.
I'm not like my uncle. He's the one who taught me to do what I do. Talk about family bonding, right? But seriously, I have mixed feelings about it.
Yes, I still have feelings, despite the fact that I don't have enough fingers and toes to count the number of people I've killed to date. I feel regret every time I kill. I feel pity for my victims. I have my own rules about who I should and shouldn't kill. But I need to kill. My uncle's teachings are so far engrained in me that it's like... a burning need. An uncontrollable impulse.
I need to kill. That doesn't mean I can't choose who is undeserving of my 'gift'.
I suppose I should explain why I refer to it as a gift.
Sit tight, dear reader; this might be a bumpy ride.
A/N: Welcome to the story! I'm only on season four of Dexter so far, but the bulk of this story will happen before and during the events of season one, anyway. I hope you enjoy the story. I will be updating on Sundays, so see you next week with another chapter! Please review and let me know what you think! :)