Dexter: New Breed

“Tonight’s the night. It’s going to happen again, and again. Has to happen. Nice night, small town America has its virtues. I love the southern food; biscuits and gravy, my favorite. But I’m hungry something different now. It’s been with me for as long as I can remember, this urge. Whispering to me, to go out into the night and hunt. My dark passenger. My name is Dexter, Dexter Porkin. I don’t know what made me the way I am, but whatever it was left a hollow place inside. People fake a lot of human interactions, I feel like I fake them all. And I fake them very well.”

I’ve let myself into someone’s home, a hard working hunk returning from work. His dating profile says he’s a top but I have photos that say otherwise. Something’s amiss. The ‘top’ asks his virtual assistant to turn on the lights multiple times. The lights stay off. Power must be out, a common occurrence when you live in the middle of nowhere. He lights up a candle and pours himself a glass of sleepy time tea, too tired to wonder who would’ve made tea for him at this hour.
I turn on the lights, he turns around to see me on his couch. “Who the fuck are you?” he asks, I’ll tell him later. His jolt towards me quickly turns into a stumble, then a slow descent onto the floor. He must be really tired from all of his recent ‘topping’. Time to get to work, then the real fun begins.

 

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