The temptation (Open)
He had done a lot to hold himself back since he'd returned to the City. Throwing himself into work, trying to meet new people. The one time that he'd thought that he needed to go out and hunt, the sun had been up in the middle of the night, which had stopped him cold.
But with the night surrounding him at all times, the periods of complete blackness when there were no street lights or store signs, no moon and only stars to illuminate the darkness, Dexter found it much harder to keep himself restrained.
The Dark Passenger within him understood that this was their time, their moment. They could do whatever they wished, and would never be seen. They could have all that they wanted, the things that they craved. That imperative that was biological to them but not to others could be exercised, flexed.
Eventually, he had to give in.
Eventually, Dexter found himself on the streets, his bag in the trunk of the car, watching. Waiting. The car was tucked back in an alley, away from curious eyes, and Dexter stood at a bus stop, tracking potential victims. He didn't want to mess up. He didn't want to take anybody who didn't deserve it. But it was difficult. Harry wasn't here, Harry had never been here, the code was nothing here. This was the place where he could do as he wished. Nobody here was counting on him to be The Forensics Guy and only that. Nobody here expected him to be a brother, a lover.
Not even George was here to remind him of what happened when he killed. To be his friend and try to lure him away from the darkness with the promise of waffles.
The idea that he could have anybody he wanted and not have to really think about it, it was enticing. He could be that thing that he had started to become before he'd gone back to Miami and put his life back together. That thing that had been taken by the hand by a strange little woman. That thing that had killed Cupid.
Dexter's eyes swept the people around him, seeking.