Dexter had been stalking this latest prey for a while. The poor bastard had first attracted his attention when he'd seen him smacking his wife in the grocery store. After following him home he saw the same man drinking too much and hitting his young children. Then when they were crying and begging him to stop, he'd turned on Mommy, beating her black and blue.
It was debatable whether or not he strictly fell under the terms of the code. Dexter hadn't seen him actually kill anyone. But a child and wife beater was close enough and the sociopath suspected that they wouldn't weep at their tormenter's death.
The man seemed to favor one bar in particular. Happily enough for Dexter it was the kind of sleazy establishment where no questions were asked and he could blend in unnoticed. It was time for first contact. There was only so much you could learn about a person's habits from observing them, you had to actually talk to them to get the good stuff. All those little details that made making that final hunt and kill so much...smoother.
He entered the bar ands topped short at the sight of his target crumpled on the floor, blood from his nose covering his shirt.
"Oh."
Well that was inconvenient. His gaze shifted up and, as occasionally happened, he was genuinely shocked at who he saw. Not quite believing his eyes he approached the beautiful blonde, sitting at the bar.