The dark passenger:Dexter Morgan

A typical day

Allyson's POV

It was a relevantly typical afternoon in Miami, revolving around the heat wave and me unpacking into my new apartment. This process has taken me awhile due to moving solo and opening up a new veterinary clinic in order for me to continue my erratic life and keep my isolated secrets.
I placed the last picture on my shelf, sitting myself on the floor and taking in the smell of the freshly painted walls. I could feel the emptiness around me, I liked it this way: alone.

*knock*knock

I knew I thought too soon. Grabbing the stand for leverage, I stood up, a bit wobbly at first but as I stepped forward my slight limp was faint. Cautiously, I opened to door staring into the face of a welcoming woman.

"Hi, I'm Jene, I live a few doors down from you and I'd just like to welcome you to our little community."

I gave a slight smirk, leaning on the opening of the door way.
"It's nice to meet you."
I held out my hand waiting for the woman to take it, she looked down and did just that.

A quick glance at a hand can define a lot of things, it can define if you smoke, bite your nails due to anxiety, it could even define if you've been in a recent brawl.

"I'm Allyson."

I stated, letting go of her hand, taking one last quick peak.

"Well, if you need anything, or have any questions, don't be a stranger."

"Will do,thanks."

I quickly , yet softly shut the door, watching as she walked down the stairs and into her car.

The fake girl I have become is quite interesting. She's not a complete dream, but she's quite convincing and she suits just fine for a pretend woman. She smiles, laughs, flirts, takes interest in what people have to say and even has her own set of opinions while the real Allyson feels..well, not so much.
I continued to unpack some minor belongings, including the box of tokens I kept in order to remember what I do best.

Before I laid my head down for a quick power nap, I grabbed my lap top to check my email,making sure my plans were still in motion for tonight.

"I'm gonna make sure you never forget me. Meet you there at 8."

I chuckled and shut my lap top, laying myself down and setting my alarm .

*beep *beep*beep

Shutting off the alarm clock, and getting my ass off the couch were the first two vital steps for this operation. The clothes I choose to wear also were a factor along with the weapons I use of course.

Like any single 30 year old woman, I was dressing myself up for my ideal night on the town, only my perception of fun was a bit different than other young women my age. Taking one last glance in the mirror before shutting off my bathroom light, I purposely caught the sight of my family photo, knowing that I'm now, the last one free, the lone soul but I won't neglect balancing the world while I'm here.

When I arrived at my destination I sat in the car, my head pressed against my seat, observing my surroundings nonchalantly catching the eyes of him; the man I was destined to end.

"Well, hello there handsome."

Maybe I should stop speaking to myself so much.

I opened the door, plastering a friendly, warm smile upon my face as I looked into his eyes.

"Are you-"

"Sarah, I'm Sarah Garner."

Creating an alias wasn't a new thing for me, I use Sarah on most occasions.