Dexter;

I looked down the bloody body laying beneath my feet. I felt like I was going to throw up.

I dropped the knife that was clutched tight in my white knuckles and raced to the basement bathroom. Not to throw up, I just needed to get away from that sight.

When I got a chance to breathe and really take in what just happened, I pulled out my phone. I needed to make a call. I couldn't go back in that room alone. I quickly dialed the number and brought my phone up to my ear.

One ring

Two rings

Three rings

"Hello?"

"D-Dexter?" I stuttered, fearing what was to come.

"Lueann? Where the hell are you! Are you okay!?"

"Dexter... I killed him..." I managed to spit out. There was a long pause on the other line.

"...what?"

"I killed my husband." I bit my lip as I shut my eyes. Again, another long silence.

"Stay put, I'm on my way over."

My eyes shot open before the line went dead. I brought the phone to my lap and let out a breathe of relief. I didn't even have to ask him.

But was he going to do when he gets here? Was he going to help me? Was he going to kill me?

I stood up, walking out of the bathroom and back to the bodies. There my husband laid on the cement floor under the table where a poor boy was laying dead.

I couldn't bare to see the poor child in such a condition. I pulled a blue tarp over their bodies and walked out of the basement. I marched up the stairs just as Dexter walked into the house.

Our eyes locked, and I could tell he wasn't behaving like normal. He seemed on edge, disturbed.

"Where is he?" He asked after he closed the door behind him. I glanced back down the wooden stairs for a moments notice before up into his hazel eyes.

"Down there."

He walked up to me, staring into my own eyes as he passed me and walked down stairs. I followed close behind.

He walked up to the table, reaching out and grabbing the tarp. He paused and looked down at the blood pooling on the ground.

His face didn't pale, his expression didn't twist in disgust; he looked generally, proud. 

But when he pulled the tarp from the table, those two bodies were revealed. I turned away.

I wasn't ashamed of what I had done, hell I could do it again in a heart beat. I just didn't want to look at what my husband had done. I didn't want to see the reason why I killed him, not that little boy.

"What happened?" Dexter asked. 

There was no crack to his voice, no hesitance to his words. Why was he so relaxed? I already knew. I've known for years. But he doesn't know that, know that I've known about his secret, his dark passenger. 

I couldn't turn around. I didn't want to. I couldn't look.

"Lueann, answer me." I kept my mouth shut, thinking of the right answer to his demand. I took in a deep breath before I turned again, looking into his eyes.

"Help me dispose of the bodies, and I'll tell you." I pleaded.

He thinks I was the one to kill them both, I could tell just by the way he was looking at me. Though there also seemed to be doubt in his eyes.

"Fine" He finally spole after a long, defening silence.

He walked ahead of me and picked up the little boy, wrapping his mangled body with the tarp. I began to dispose of my ex-husband's body in 2 black trash bags. We carrying the bodies upstairs. I closed the door behind me, locking it tight while Dexter went out through the back door.

When I got out, Dexter was out on the porch, looking out at the ocean behind my back yard. He turned around as I closed the glass door behind me. 

I swallowed hard and walked down the path through my green yard. Dexter followed me. I got onto my boat and put the bags in the cooling department at the butt of the boat.

Dexter was about to do the same when I stopped him by grabbing the little boy from his hand and put his bag under the steering wheel.

Dexter untied the boat from the dock and we were off. I drove out to the center of nowhere, only able to barely see the city lights off of the horizon.

I grabbed the bags from the coolder, one by one. I then proceeded to toss them into the black waters.

I closed the cooler and walked to the seats up at the nose of the boat, grabbing the dark red box from under the driver's seat.

I sat down on the seat closest to the left edge and watched the black waves. Dexter sat next to me. 

"What happened?"

I looked up at him, staring into his eyes. I sighed and looked down at my box. I paused before I pulled the necklace from around my neck over my head. I looked at the small, brass key upon the thin, black string of yarn before inserted the key and turned it. 

By now, Dexter sat down next to me. I could tell he was getting adjutated by me holding out on him.

"Lueann-"

"You're answer is in the bottom of this box." I looked back up into his eyes, and he stared back down at me. He sighed and nodded.

I went back to my box, slowly opening it, revealing it's contence. His face hardened and his eyes widened. 

•●Dexter POV●•

I stared down at the box, my eyes trained upon her belongings. There were just a couple of smoking pipes and some pot. This was supposed to be her reason? This doesn't explain anything. I watch her grab her of her bags of weed on the bottom and moved it on top of her pipes on the top floor.

I watched her as her hand reached into the box, pinching a hidden latch that detaches from the wall of the box. When she pulled up, the whole floor of the box slipped out nice and easy, showing off the bottom of the box.

She then handed me the box, letting me see her so-call "reason". But down there, I saw more than her reason, I saw her darkness, her true face.

I was suprised, at the least. She hid her darkness under something else. That way if they found something, they didn't find what she was really hidding.

There were little bead bags, with a piece of jewelry and white object in every one. The jewelry was always on top of the white object.

I pulled a bag out with a ruby jew wrapped in silver upon a fancy chain. A necklace. I turned over the bag to see a piece of paper that was folded up into four. 

"May I?" I glanced to her, waiting for an 'okay'.

She nodded her head, watching my hands as I opened the bag and pulled out the piece of folded paper. I unfolded it to stare at a picture. It was a bloody and mangled woman's face, held up by her blonde hair. She was wearing the necklace in the bag.

I looked over to her, her eyes pleading for something. But I had nothing. Not until I knew more. Like why she had all of these in her box.

"Leuann, why?"

Her eyes began to tear and she looked down. The loose strands of her light brown ponytail fell in front of her eyes.

"I thought- ...I hoped you would be the one person who would... who could understand me. My darkness. But, you don't seem to get it... even if we're the same. I'm a killer... but I'm different. I can't... help it.

"But I only kill those who deserve to die. Like my husband. What he did was horrible..." She paused for a second, to catch her composure, "When me and Richard first got married, nothing seemed off about him. He was kind and pure, not a single drop of darkness in him. One night about 3 months after we were married, he followed me to my kill room and he watched me kill a man.

"But he wasn't scared off, he was more facinated. He walked up to me and kissed me. He told me he had never loved somebody more than me. That's when I had finally found- ...thought I found someone like me. He asked me to let him join. We could do it together. I listened. We had moved our kill room into our house. We started going out of kills together. I was so happy, I felt invincible.

"After about 6 months of this, I started to notice that Richard was different. Something was changing in him. He started to go on kills without me, behind my back. I had wondered how he was doing this, what he was doing with the bodies. Richard killed with me, but he would never clean up the bodies. He was always too squimish to get rid of them. I like to do it though. Knowing something still disturbed him reassured me that he was still the same man I married. When I started to ask him questions about how he was getting rid of the bodies, why he was going out behind my back, why he was so distant..."

Her voice trailed off. She covered her mouth as tears fell down her face. She shook her head as she trembled.

"S-sorry... I just need a s-second to compose myself..." She said, bay now having her box back. She put everything back in its place except for a blue pipe. She opened one of her bags and packed the pipe. She put the bag back in its place after closing it.

I watched her grab a lighter from her sweater and lighting the cannibis and taking about a 7 second hit. She closed her eyes and put the lighter on top of the loaded end of the glass object and held in her breathe. She finally exhailed a large, fadded cloud of smoke that reaked of burning nature.

She let out a few heavy coughs before she closed her eyes. After a couple of seconds, her trembling slowed to a stopped and she continued, "I still have no idea why I wasn't  allowed to see his kills. That night was the first night he ever hit me. He scared me. He told me to never ask again. And to make sure I didn't, he would beat me... As time went on, he started to burn me, cut me, rape me... He tourchered me in ways I can't even-!" She couldn't continue anymore without sobbing. Even under the influence, she was still tramatized about what he had done to her.

I didn't know what to do. I know what I should but I didn't know if she would let me.

She grabbed her silver wedding ring, slipping it off of her finger. She stared at the ring, her tears incressing. She quickly stood up and turned around, throwing the ring as far as she could into the waves. She stood there, holding onto the railing of the side of the boat as her sobs got harder, hiccups in her voice.

I couldn't stand the view of her this way. Her trembling and in fear of something that would be gone forever. It shattered me. She was always strong, that's how she was supposed to be. She wasn't supposed to be like this. So I stood up, walking up behind her.

I thought she would flinch when I touched her arm, but she stood there. When I moved as close to her as I could without touching her she just leaned back into my chest.

I looked at her face. The tears had streamed down her face, pooling down her chin and neck. Her nose and eyes were bright red. Her eyebrows were furrowed upwards. She was trembling so fiercely. She looked terrified.

I couldn't stop my self. I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her firmly. I had one around her upper chest, my hand anchoring on her shoulder while my other slipped around her waist. She fell in my embrace, turning herself slightly as she ler go of the bar and grabbed onto my arms instead.

"It's okay Nana. You're safe, and you will be, forever. As long as I'm here, I'll never let him hurt you again, not even in your dreams." I whispered in her ear. This seemed to do some sort of fixing. Her sobs slowly fadded and her tight grip and trembling decressed. She kept her eyes closed, still not letting go of me.

When I shifted to hold her closer, she tightened her hands on my again, tighter than before. She didn't want me to let her go. So I tightened my grip, holding her closer to me as I slowly sat us back down on the couch. She turned in my arms and hid herself in my shoulder. I held her behidn her back while I gingerly pet her hair. I had closed my eyes, waiting for her to calm down again.

When she was, she curled up closer in my arms and continued once again with her story, "I found out tonight... why he didn't let me see his kills anymore. It was because tey were all ...children. Who knows how many he's killed, what they all suffered through before he slaughtered them.

"I had snuck downstairs to finally see what we was really doing and I saw him raping that little boy tonight... I watched Richard plung a knife into his small chest as he.... I couldn't control myself. My anger took control of my. And I just ran at him and I attacked him. I had caught him off guard. I stabbed him over a hundred times with a random tool from his table next to toe boy. He was long dead before I stopped stabbing him. But I just couldn't stop..." This time, she just stopped talking. I knew what she ment, how she was feeling.

But I still had one question, why did she call me? Of all people, the police, she called me. I hadn't realized I had actually asked that out loud until she was answering me.

"I called you after this all happened because I knew you could understand. At least I hoped you would... but the way you looked at my collection, my kills. You..."

I stared down at her as she trembled. She wasn't crying, she seemed to tired. But I knew that's what she would be doing if she could. And this time, she was crying over me. I opened my mouth but was cut off before a word could leave my lips.

"I thought I knew... about you... your own darkness... but it looks like I was wrong the whole time..."

My eyes widened before I turned her slightly and made her look at me. And she did, in fear. But I hugged her closer to me gently.

"Darkness?" I asked her softly, trying not to loose control of myself before I understood what she was saying. She closed her eyes and looked down as she nodded.

"Your need to kill... it wasn't actually you that night at our senior prom though, was it?" She looked up at me, and I knew what she ment.

She saw me that night, saw me kidnap that boy from the prom in the parking-lot. She watched me drug him and pull him into the back of my car. She must've saw me came closer and heard me kill him inside of the van. She knew who I was, and she thought she had seen someone else that night, someone other than me. But it was me. She saw me, the real me. And she excepts me, for who I really am.

I placed my fingers under her chin, gingerly liftling her head. She opened her teary teal eyes, staring at me with them as the sorrow and fear pooled over within her sparkling irisis.

Why does it hurt my heart to see her this way? I couldn't be becuase of what I had just found out. I've always felt like this when seeing her hurt, especially because of me. Maybe it was the fact that I used to date her? Or because she still had feelings for me? No... it was because I've always felt this way about her, I've just never realized it by now. It was because loved her.

I remember being heart broken while driving over here, fearing of the fate that could've come to us. I feared having to kill her, because she could've been just like my prey. I felt that way because I love her, I don't want to loose her. Not again. She was just like me. She always has been. I've just never realized it.

"Lueann..." She tried to put her head down but I stopped her by pulling her chin up with my fingers again, making her look back up at me. As soon as her eyes locked with mine, I was struck with something I've never felt before. I didn't seem to register that I was moving closer until my lips were on her own.

•●Lueann POV●•

My eyes shut as soon as I felt his lips against my own. They were so soft and warm, his kiss was so gentle. His arms snaked back around me, holding my waist and my cheek. I leaned up into his lips, melting into his touch. My heart felt like it would burst.

The man I've been in love with, the man who samed the same darkness as me. I had finally found him. And he excepted me. I knew I had found him here that night.

I grabbed his army green shirt in my fists, pulling myself closer to his body. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up against him firmly. I tilted my head as he held me close in his enchantment.

After what felt like an eternal moment, he pulled pack. He trailed my hair with his fingertips gliding over my skin gingerly, brushing my face clear. I opened my eyes to see his soft smile.

"You were right. That was me. The real me. You've known all along." He closed his eyes, a red glow appearing on his cheeks. I placed my cold hands upon his hot cheeks, craddling his face in my delicate grasp.

He looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes, his smile small but present. I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes. We wrapped our arms around one another, holding onto each other as if life depended on it.

But would you really let your anchor go once it impaled the land of safety? I've been lost in the ocean of nightmares, being thrashed throughout the waves my entire life. We both have. But we found each other, we found our island. And I for one am never letting it go. With him, the voices in my head silent and I can clearly focus.

■A•N■

Hey guys, I know its been forever since this book was updated. I honestly gave up on this book after I lost my big sister. I'm gonna be posting a few that she had wanted me to write for her that I never finished in time. But I have something new for right now. This is a oneshot between my OC and Dexter from Dexter, you can find it on Netflex if you're interested. And this particular oneshot is much more detailed than my older ones. My other onshots were around 600 to 900. This one is...

3245 WORDS!

I just think that is such an improvement. Anywho, I'm gonna turn in for the night, but before I go I just want to let you all know I still will not be updating this book drequently or posting any other book just yet. I'm almost there though. Night ya'll.

Sendri out.