Contemplation

The obsession that had ruled his life for as long as he could remember. The only other creature that he could feel something close to emotion for. And in front of him lay the bane of all the separated Dexter from belonging to him.

Wrapped in plastic sheeting, lay the perfect naked body that he had spent hours studying. Surveying every curve for the perfect places for their knife to easily slice through. He ran his fingers over the soft flesh of her cheek, eager for the fun to begin.

His Dark Passenger whispered from somewhere inside of him to begin without Dexter. Unfortunately, this was not even a possibility, they would do this together. Their Passengers would work together and only then would they truly be reunited.

The sounds of shuffling beneath plastic brought him back to reality. He snarled in annoyance as he returned his attention to Deborah. Sounds of muffled screams filled the empty garage and ricocheted off of the concrete walls. Again the urge to end the pest that was Deborah hit him like a brick.

Deb's wide glistening eyes resembled a confused deer caught in headlights. He could see her trying in vain to break through her confines.

Part of him wanted to rip off the duct tape that covered her mouth and listen to the symphony of screams. Another part of him wanted to suspend her in his refrigerated room and watch the beautiful blood slowly drip out of her delicate body. But he couldn't do any of that. When Dexter arrived, there would be no distractions during their reunion.

For now, he would reminisce and inform Deborah on what really went on behind the mask that was Dexter Morgan.