It's not death it's art

I know your secret

Dexter is now 35 by this point according to the show. It's been many years since then and since then I have become a singer/actress and I do photography for the police that my brother and sister work for and I teach art classes to children. I guess that should make me about 31 at the least. Dad didn't let Dexter make his first kill till he was 20 he was about 20/21 when he killed the guys that raped me. Since then my brother and I are partners in crime only he doesn't make me do anything I don't want to do. At work he's a blood splatter analysis guy and people seem to know that he's got a thing for blood. Only not in the way that I know he does. Of course he still keeps me on my toes and has fun teasing me but it's probably a good thing that I'm kept on my toes around him. But at least I'm not scared of him anymore. He put that to a end early on.

As far as any of our other work goes now that he's pulled me into it and no one knows I know and Deb doesn't know any of us do this or that dad taught him or about the code or any of it. Not for a very long time from now. But we only kill bad people. Well Dexter does I help set up and take pictures of this and that I put the photos in a box and then at the end of the month I shred them but I keep the photos of the people they killed and of the people Dexter kills just not any of his process. I keep them in a scrapbook that only I can get into and only I know where it is. As for Dexter he takes a slide and he cuts the the person and puts the blood on a slide and puts them into a box. He likes to stalk his victims learn their routines and make sure they are worthy of the code. Since I can't stand blood when he does his thing when he does the actual killing parts and my part is finished I work on other things. I write fan fiction or I have this book I'm writing but under a fake name and only use fake names as they're stories about Dexter and the things he does.

He told me I could as long as I of course used the fake names. That he wanted his story told at least he's clean about it. He's such a clean freak. Which is funny because of the work he does but if things are clean there's no evidence. He has rituals and things he does things he has to do. At night on one night in particular on a full moon the stars twinkling. Tonight's the night and it's going to happen again and again it has to. He turns to me. Nice night he says back again. Yeah night time is my favorite kind of time. I wish we lived somewhere colder though. Maybe someday if there's ever too much of our kind of heat here in Miami. He reaches a playful hand over as he ruffles my hair. See this is how I know you care about things genuinely. You tell me you love me you playfully tease me as a big brother normally would I feel appreciated I'm taking phycology and you're not actually textbook you know you. Like a Sociopathy or whatever. You actually care about things. You made sure when I was younger that I wasn't going to be afraid of you.

As we pass by people on our way to wherever it is we're going I take photos. I even briefly turn it to selfie mode and take one of the two of us. Dexter's smirk and my messy hair after it being ruffled you would think this was just normal brother sister stuff. You would never think we were going after someone to kidnap them and for Dexter to kill them. Anyways as far as your want for living somewhere cold goes Miami is a great place especially the food. But right now I'm hungry for something else. If you say justice that's like some level of vigilante and I will hit you. He laughs at me and my so called threat. As we drive down one of the things that sticks out to me is a choir of boys singing a song in matching outfits. This is where we stop. A guys in his about 40s or something the one leading the young boys through the song everyone applauds and cheers. He blows kisses to his wife and his two young daughters that are in the first row. That's him he's the one Mike Donovan. Dexter says. He greets his family and everyone else is packing up. He helps the kids into the car and waves as the car drives off. The man passes our car but Dexter and I are not there. He somehow was able to get us into the back of the man's car. As the man gets into his car Dexter pops up like he's some kind of Jack in the box and wraps some kind of rope fishing line or something around the victim's neck and pulls till Mike's face is white.