This dark cloud loomed over me. I was stuck in this abyss. I couldn't see the light on how to get out. Part of me didn't want to. This was who I am. I'm not ashamed of that. The sun setting was my escape from everything the world had to offer me. I was able to hide in the dark. Hide from the ones who thought they knew me. Hide from myself. I did better alone then with people. I preferred it that way. I was afraid to let anyone in to see the darkness that filled me. It would scare them away. I found peace within me when I was under the stars alone. It was the only time I could remove this mask I wore.

It was the way the light reflected off the knife that intrigued me. His green eyes locked onto my hazel ones as he plunged the knife in the man's chest. The blood pooling under the plastic cling. The calm left his face as worry and horror set in. I should've been panicked that I just watched this man kill other human. But I was intrigued. Maybe he was like me? Maybe he was my way out of this abyss? I tried to search the darkness of the room he was in but I couldn't see more than the dead body and a few pictures. I felt a slight sting in my neck, my world going fuzzy.

I heard nothing as I came to. I slowly pried my eyes open. I was laying on a cold metal table. Darkness surrounded me. I sat up with ease not being tied up or even wrapped up in plastic. He saved me for now. Lights skidded across the walls. I slid off the table walking to the window seeing nothing but black. Wait was that a small light? I backed into the corner as the doorknob rattled. This was it. My life was over. But I wasn't freaked about it. I was at peace with myself. We all go at some point. Some sooner than others.

"What do you want Scout?" His thick voice rang out.

"Shouldn't it be what do you want with me?" I asked licking my lips. The lights blinding me for a split second as he turned them on.

"I want nothing with you. I'm not a monster." He replied. Why would he even think something like that?

"I didn't say you were. But you're like me aren't you?" I asked scrambling to me feet. Just knowing I didn't have to be alone anymore excited me. I could reveal myself to him and he wouldn't judge me because he was the same. We shared this darkness.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He stated. I studied his blank face. He could act all he wanted but I knew. I could feel his darkness in the air. It tickled my own.

"You have this darkness in you. That's why you killed that man." I replied stepping closer to him. "There's nothing you can do to get rid of it. But when you plunge that knife through them everything seems so free and as if for a moment you're like them. But that darkness returns." I explained.

"How do you know that? I've never told a living soul that." He challenged me.

"Because that darkness burdens me as well. It's always there." I snarled out. "But I haven't killed like that." I stated. I wouldn't know how too. I'm only 5'5 and 130 pounds. I may be strong but not strong enough to haul any man around. It would be a huge struggle for me.

"How did you?" He asked. It never was easy to reveal this part of my past to anyone.

"I was about 11 my father was an ass. He'd beat my mother and rape her. And when that wasn't enough I was his victim. One day he took it to far and killed my mother. I walked in on it and he lunged at me. I fought back and the knife went into his chest through his heart. I killed him and it was the best feeling in the world." I confessed. There was something about him that made me feel it was safe to reveal this vulnerable side to him. "But I haven't killed another human since that day." I stated.

"How do you deal?" I sighed looking away.

"I cope the best I can. But it's never enough. I hunt animals when I can but that doesn't do it for me." I can't find the happiness I need from hunting animals. I need more. I need that calm and serene feeling he had when he killed that man.

"I understand that." He replied getting up.

"Wait. What are you gonna do with me?" I asked looking up at him. He couldn't just leave me here. Ok he could but...

"Taking you home. But one word about what you saw." Before I could finish off my thoughts his voice rang through. I was sure he wouldn't do anything to me. But I couldn't be certain.

"I wont say a word. I swear. How can I? I don't even know your name." I explained. I wanted out of here so I could learn more about him. He may seem dangerous but I had a feeling that he wasn't. That the people he kills deserved it.

The ride to my car was a silent one. It was a comfortable silence not that awkward bullshit. I didn't know how to say thank you for not killing me. It would just be weird. So without saying a single a word I slid outta his car getting into my own. No words were needed. I had this feeling he would be keeping tabs on me. It would be harder for me to watch him from afar but I'd make it work. I was drawn to this man. He was my light in this abyss. He'd see it too. That I was sure of.

This story was really the last thing I needed to started right now. But the idea hit me and after ignoring it for a while I finally caved in. But it's different from the rest of them and it's going to be a short one anywhere from 10-15 chapters. Please be nice as this is my first Dexter fic. Hopefully you could or did enjoy it.