hungryTitle: New Old Town
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Prompt #3: Addiction
Word Count: A bit under two hundred
Spoilers: Up to Ep. 5, at most.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Dexter isn't mine. I want to live, thank you very much.
A/N: You can't just switch off who you are, no matter where you are.
Three weeks. Three weeks in a small, quiet Maine town, dragged into an eternal, hellish holiday with Rita, Deb and her new doctor boyfriend. I feel like an animal trapped; if I could, I'd cut one of my own limbs to escape. I can feel my hands itch with the hunger.
There are people in Miami I should be killing. People committing the most atrocious, brutal crimes.
And I'm not there to commit my own. I'm a monster trapped among law-fearing people, and there is nothing for me to kill.
It's driving me crazy. I've started to take long walks late at night, in the futile hope of meeting... something. Not much chance in this town, no. I wonder what Harry would have thought about the killing of jaywalkers.
I need to kill something.
Almost at the corner of my view, a shadow moves behind me and turns into a monster in a person's shape. I know one when I see it.
"Hello," it says. "I'm here to take your blood."
Who would have thought it? There is a God. "Is this a local custom?," I ask politely, turning around. "I'm kinda new to Salem's Lot."
.finis.
