Dexter Fic: The Red 1/? (Dexter/Rita)
Title: The Red
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: Dexter
Pairing: Dexter/Rita
Disclaimer: Dexter belongs to the dude who wrote the books, Showtime and other people who aren’t me. Don’t sue…also don’t kill me. Really don’t.
Spoilers: Takes place some time in Season 4 but before the season finale - You know what I’m talking about - if you don’t watch season 4. (It’s a killer.) Well anyway my idea is what if Rita witnesses Dexter killing someone and doesn’t freak out.
A/N: I was asked to write a longer version of my story Date Night which can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5485451/1/Date_Night this is my attempt. Tell me if it is crap so I know to stop.
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She had learned early on that life wasn’t fair. The world wasn’t the kind and magical place that she saw in movies. It didn’t reward people who tried hard. It shunned those who were different. It was cruel and it was violent.
Rita had learned early on not to go to her mother for a kind word because no matter how mean the world around her got, her mother was so much worse. Her mother might never have hit her but she also rarely hugged her. She just gave her that look of disapproval that sent shivers down her spine and filled her with such emptiness. Her mother spoke to her in that cold and impassive voice about the disappointment her daughter had become and it made Rita her feel small and insignificant.
She knew full well that there were plenty of children who had it worse. Children who were beaten and raped while her only complaint was that her mother didn’t really want her. She wanted a special child and Rita was anything but special. She got good grades but they were never good enough. She brought home nice boys but they were never nice enough and her mother never seemed to think much of what they wanted from her.
It was enough to make Rita want to get away as fast as she could. She married young. Her first marriage lasted about as long as it took for him to take her virginity. Her mother would have been surprised that she had stayed a virgin until she had married him, however not so surprised that he left a short time later. The marriage had barely lasted six months and Rita was back home with a mother she hated and who hated her.
When she had met Paul Bennett she had thought she had finally found her knight in shining armor; a man who would love her and take her away from all the cruelty of life; and for awhile he did. It was only after the birth of Astor that he turned violent. Something in him changed when he became a father, or maybe he blamed her for having a girl instead of a boy, she never knew for sure but soon what started out as a tiny pot habit turned into a full on drug binge. Soon he came home high a kite and looking for a fight. He turned on her so quickly. He became so mean; so cruel.
Rita had hoped that giving him a son would change things but he only became worse. Her life had become unmanageable. It had become so bad she had even considered going back home to her mother. If that wasn’t a rock and a hard place then she didn’t know what was. Her mother had only seen her children on a few occasions and Rita wasn’t sure she wanted her to be a part of their lives. They were average like her and her mother hated average. Rita always tried to be supportive of her children while her own mother had put her down at every opportunity, However her mother had never brought home a man who beat her into unconsciousness and then….she didn’t want to think of what Paul had done then, but there were mornings she had woken up sore in all the wrong places and knew exactly what he had done.
The day she had met Debra Morgan would later be categorized as one of the happiest days of her life. Yes, she had a big bruise…just about everywhere and yes she had just woken up once again feeling sore in places she wished she didn’t, but this was the day she had finally had enough.
This was the day she had said stop.
This was the day she started to see the goodness in the world again. Debra Morgan had turned out to be a nice person and Rita had needed nice people in her life. More then that she had turned into a real friend; and later more then that, because she had introduced Rita to someone who would change her life forever.
She introduced Rita to her brother, Dexter.
A man who would open the world up to her again.
He wasn’t perfect by any extent of the word. He was deeply flawed; then again so was she. When they had first met she had thought she had found the one good guy left in the world, but there were no good guys. No white nights. Dexter was more a dark horse, but he was her dark horse. Early on in their relationship he began using drugs (or so she thought then) and later cheated on her. However he chose her in the end; which no one had ever done before.
He chose her.
It turned out they had more in common then she had ever dreamed. They had both lived in a dark world for far too long. A world started when they were children. It was odd in a way, how two deeply broken people found each other and tried to live like normal people; but they weren’t normal.
They had never been normal.
Maybe that was why Rita strived for normal so much; she knew deep down inside that something was deeply flawed in her. Maybe that was why she never said anything when her mother said those mean things to her or when Paul beat her until she was unconscious. She had thought she had deserved it. Deep down inside she had known about the dark part of her that she had promised herself she would never let out.
Because Rita was never a violent person.
Until the day she had walked in on Dexter killing a man. A man he called Trinity. And that’s the day it began for her. She saw the red. She had known what it was, had seen it coming out of her own body on enough occasions, but now it enthralled her, and disgusted her all at once.
She wanted more.
She looked up at Dexter and then down at the now dead man lying there and wanted more. She wanted to see the red. She wanted to feel it. To smell it. She even wanted to taste it.
“Rita?” Dexter looked at her concerned.
It took her a moment to speak; a moment to take her eyes off the dead man lying there, but when she did she saw how concerned her husband was. She knew he had never expected her to be there watching this; seeing this. No one was supposed to see this.
No one.
But she did.
“Tell me everything.”
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: Dexter
Pairing: Dexter/Rita
Disclaimer: Dexter belongs to the dude who wrote the books, Showtime and other people who aren’t me. Don’t sue…also don’t kill me. Really don’t.
Spoilers: Takes place some time in Season 4 but before the season finale - You know what I’m talking about - if you don’t watch season 4. (It’s a killer.) Well anyway my idea is what if Rita witnesses Dexter killing someone and doesn’t freak out.
A/N: I was asked to write a longer version of my story Date Night which can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5485451/1/Date_Night this is my attempt. Tell me if it is crap so I know to stop.
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She had learned early on that life wasn’t fair. The world wasn’t the kind and magical place that she saw in movies. It didn’t reward people who tried hard. It shunned those who were different. It was cruel and it was violent.
Rita had learned early on not to go to her mother for a kind word because no matter how mean the world around her got, her mother was so much worse. Her mother might never have hit her but she also rarely hugged her. She just gave her that look of disapproval that sent shivers down her spine and filled her with such emptiness. Her mother spoke to her in that cold and impassive voice about the disappointment her daughter had become and it made Rita her feel small and insignificant.
She knew full well that there were plenty of children who had it worse. Children who were beaten and raped while her only complaint was that her mother didn’t really want her. She wanted a special child and Rita was anything but special. She got good grades but they were never good enough. She brought home nice boys but they were never nice enough and her mother never seemed to think much of what they wanted from her.
It was enough to make Rita want to get away as fast as she could. She married young. Her first marriage lasted about as long as it took for him to take her virginity. Her mother would have been surprised that she had stayed a virgin until she had married him, however not so surprised that he left a short time later. The marriage had barely lasted six months and Rita was back home with a mother she hated and who hated her.
When she had met Paul Bennett she had thought she had finally found her knight in shining armor; a man who would love her and take her away from all the cruelty of life; and for awhile he did. It was only after the birth of Astor that he turned violent. Something in him changed when he became a father, or maybe he blamed her for having a girl instead of a boy, she never knew for sure but soon what started out as a tiny pot habit turned into a full on drug binge. Soon he came home high a kite and looking for a fight. He turned on her so quickly. He became so mean; so cruel.
Rita had hoped that giving him a son would change things but he only became worse. Her life had become unmanageable. It had become so bad she had even considered going back home to her mother. If that wasn’t a rock and a hard place then she didn’t know what was. Her mother had only seen her children on a few occasions and Rita wasn’t sure she wanted her to be a part of their lives. They were average like her and her mother hated average. Rita always tried to be supportive of her children while her own mother had put her down at every opportunity, However her mother had never brought home a man who beat her into unconsciousness and then….she didn’t want to think of what Paul had done then, but there were mornings she had woken up sore in all the wrong places and knew exactly what he had done.
The day she had met Debra Morgan would later be categorized as one of the happiest days of her life. Yes, she had a big bruise…just about everywhere and yes she had just woken up once again feeling sore in places she wished she didn’t, but this was the day she had finally had enough.
This was the day she had said stop.
This was the day she started to see the goodness in the world again. Debra Morgan had turned out to be a nice person and Rita had needed nice people in her life. More then that she had turned into a real friend; and later more then that, because she had introduced Rita to someone who would change her life forever.
She introduced Rita to her brother, Dexter.
A man who would open the world up to her again.
He wasn’t perfect by any extent of the word. He was deeply flawed; then again so was she. When they had first met she had thought she had found the one good guy left in the world, but there were no good guys. No white nights. Dexter was more a dark horse, but he was her dark horse. Early on in their relationship he began using drugs (or so she thought then) and later cheated on her. However he chose her in the end; which no one had ever done before.
He chose her.
It turned out they had more in common then she had ever dreamed. They had both lived in a dark world for far too long. A world started when they were children. It was odd in a way, how two deeply broken people found each other and tried to live like normal people; but they weren’t normal.
They had never been normal.
Maybe that was why Rita strived for normal so much; she knew deep down inside that something was deeply flawed in her. Maybe that was why she never said anything when her mother said those mean things to her or when Paul beat her until she was unconscious. She had thought she had deserved it. Deep down inside she had known about the dark part of her that she had promised herself she would never let out.
Because Rita was never a violent person.
Until the day she had walked in on Dexter killing a man. A man he called Trinity. And that’s the day it began for her. She saw the red. She had known what it was, had seen it coming out of her own body on enough occasions, but now it enthralled her, and disgusted her all at once.
She wanted more.
She looked up at Dexter and then down at the now dead man lying there and wanted more. She wanted to see the red. She wanted to feel it. To smell it. She even wanted to taste it.
“Rita?” Dexter looked at her concerned.
It took her a moment to speak; a moment to take her eyes off the dead man lying there, but when she did she saw how concerned her husband was. She knew he had never expected her to be there watching this; seeing this. No one was supposed to see this.
No one.
But she did.
“Tell me everything.”