The dark passenger:Dexter Morgan

Chapter 2 Eye to eye

Allyson's POV

"Allyson Jane"

I heard a voice inside my head calling me from a distance, sounding slightly like my brother, maybe I died.

"Allyson!"

The voice became more distinct as I came too, I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I opened my eyes, revealing the face I had seen just before completely going unconscious.

"Well, well, well. Dexter Morgan, I figured I'd be on your table eventually. I was patiently awaiting the day."

Dexter smirked at me as he sliced his blade across my cheek, I let out a slight gasp as I watched him collect his own trophy.

"Flattering.Too bad words don't make up for what you've done."

"Oh, you must know I like it rough!"

I called out to him as he finished collecting my blood,my sarcasm strong. I take near death experiences to be very amusing due to the results are always in my favor.

"Believe me, I wouldn't want to touch someone like you."

He prodded his finger into my forehead as I kept a calm grin upon my face.

"You destroyed lives, you took those people away from their families. You must be asking to yourself, 'why me?' Fate, maybe irony? Who knows. This is all too familiar to me..and to you."

I looked over to the pictures laid out in front of me, as Dexter proceeded to stare into my eyes attempting to catch a glimpse of that gleam of fear within me. I laid my head back, chuckling as I memorized all of my victims within my head, remembering every little detail of each crime I committed.

"You're a very strategic killer. I've been following you Mr.Morgan, Matter of fact, I've actually learned a few things from you."

He eyed me for a moment, gawking at me intently.

"I wouldn't usually stand for listening to-"

I interrupted

"But you are, because you either A, want to know what I know and what I've leaked about you or B, have not yet realized who I am. Now let's brain storm for a moment Dex.."

He continued to lean over me, holding his knife within his hands, his eye brows furrowed as he began to make connections within his cranium.

"Allyson.."

He began, as the gears began to lock in together.

"Allyson, Allyson Jacobs, of course. Those men,they-"

"Slaughtered my entire family in front of my sister and me as we sat there, tied up and defenseless screaming for our lives."

Dexter sat down, sighing , retreating his gaze to my victims.

"I..I saw you kill him, I followed you after monitoring your car in front of my apartment. How long have you been watching me? "

As I snickered at his question his eyes met mine.

"Awhile. When your wife died, I looked into you, just to make sure you were innocent of committing the crime but to my surprise I found more than just that . You helped that girl, uhm..Luman?"

He quickly glanced over once more, as though he was caught off guard.

"I'd love to talk to you some more but unless you plan on fucking me or killing me, I'd like to get off this damn table and-"

Dexter frantically took the knife and quickly but carefully swung the blade across the Saran wrap that held me captive to the table, he proceeded to the pictures hanging up, tearing them down before looking at me once more. Here we were, eye to eye.

"I apologize."

Sitting up and looking towards him, I held my hand to my face, dabbing at the cut Dexter had planted on my face.

"Usually girls long for a kiss planted upon their cheek but I mean, this works."

"Sorry about that, I misinterpreted the situation, I should have done more research on your case, I've been.."

I watched as he continued to search his mind for what went awry.

"Don't fret it, shit like this happens, hell, I've even done it."

Dexter traipsed towards me, his hands still wrapped up in latex as he began dabbing at my gash.

"You'll need stitches."

He seemed panicked, confused, out of the ordinary. After watching him for a few months, I knew a few things about him. I grabbed his hands, placing them downwards.

"Listen, I just need my clothes, please."

He nodded and quickly went to snatch them, leaving me to take a look at my surroundings. He took me back to my very own clinic, after I just cleaned up, that bastard .

Dexter came back in, my clothes in his hands, I hopped off the table, holding my knee so I didn't collapse although that wasn't much help. Dexter quickly dropped the clothes and grabbed me, preventing me from hitting the ground.

"Thanks..I think I'll need a little help here."

He nodded, continuing to hold me as he helped me get into my clothes.

"This is quite ironic. Men usually try to take my pants off, not put them on."

I once again caught his eyes as he slightly smiled, proceeding to help.

"When did you start?"

Questioning was new to me, especially when it involved my deepest secret.

"I heard of your case, you and your sister survived, left to live with the burden. The people you murdered, it was revenge."

I nodded, placing my hand on my neck in search of the locket that was once my sisters, but it wasn't there.

"Where is it?!"

I called out, limping around, half dressed in search for the locket.

"What? What are you looking for?"

Dexter asked as I began to crawl on the floor feeling around for it.

"The necklace I was wearing!"

Dexter helped me up, taking the necklace out of his pocket and placing it into my hand. I sighed with relief, as he continued to stare.

" I'd help you clean but I already have done that once today, there's no body so it should be relatively easy."

I noticed he was a bit set back by his mistake.

"Listen, your secrets are safe with me, as you can tell I have my own to deal with. I was just curious about you, surprised it took you this long to get to me actually."

I noticed the look he had in his eyes, this wasn't entirely about me, it was about his need.

"You needed this didn't you? I can tell, I get that. I'm sorry, I would've let you continue but I have some unfinished business of my own."

Dexter smiled a little before grabbing the tarp that he pinned up, ripping it down . I began to help him, spending another hour of my life that I appreciated greatly at this time, limping around, helping Dexter take down his strategically put together kill room, one that was all too familiar.

"Yah wanna get breakfast?"

I nodded at Dexter as he opened the door, assisting me to his car. Why was I trusting this man, and why was he being so calm? He knows I've been following him, he isn't even the least bit panicked.