Promt 12
Ok the reasoning behind this crossover is the actress who played Darla, Julie Benz, performs the role of Rita Bennett on the show Dexter. So I wonder, what would happen if Dexter met Darla. I started writing from around the time of the first episode but before anything happens. So no spoilers for Dexter fans. I hope you like it. I don't have a beta for any of my stuff yet, so figure I just try at the challenge. That way I could either learn from trying or find a beta. The reasoning is based on the fact by working on the challenge on Ripping Icons and here I have learned more on how to do an avatar from just trying. So I'm just going to try the challenge, and hopefully learn from it.
Title:A doll wrapped in plastic
Author:MawTheKiller
Rating PG-13(I think)
Word Count:1000
Prompt 12 It's Over song(Story created around it)
Characters/Pairing:Dexter and Darla
Warning a bit dark
Note
Before reading, please understand it has alot of fragments because that is mostly how I think. So most fragments are done for effect, some aren't. Now the tranqulizer I think Dexter uses is meprobamate to knock people out. It is injected, I may be wrong. Comment on it because I don't have a beta.
"Her hair, golden strans of hey. She worked this corner for awhile is what Deb said. The coroner's report didn't make much sense. The bite marks on the victims' necks did make much sense. Soft, almost a kiss of death with the fading lipstick of rose red. A cheap, and easily obtain lipstick. Those sweet daggers into the skin. So delicate, and odd. A predator enjoying her prey." Dexter thought as he drove a Black Chevrolet Impalae he had borrowed from impound lot. It would be sold to a new owner, allowing Dexter to pull the car to into the darken alley. "Most of the victims have been customers of a Darla Pleasures, a slender gal. She looked so similar Rita. It made things, enjoyable." Dexter thought continuing his own inner monologue. Dexter press the button as the window slid down slowly till only his eyes were reviled. "Hello there, lovely." Darla said with a sickly smile on her face as she peered into Dexter's eye. Slithering around around her dark blue eyes where Dexter's. Demon's dancing in each other sights. The scent of a killer, was marked on both Dexter and Darla. Both could smell the scent. "How much?" Dexter replied with a devilish smile on his face. "150 before, same after" she replied before walking around the car to enter the side door to sit next to Dexter. She knew he wanted her, so the demons sat next to each other.
Dexter drove threw the city of Miami slowly. Savoring the precious time they had together. Many of times Dexter had gone out to take the trash out, it wasn‘t this enjoyable. Still Dexter drove silently into the night. Darla turned on the radio a song was playing that Dexter didn't care of, just something to let her let down her guard to. Allowing her to began kissing Dexter softly on the lips. Dexter moved his arm around his prey, "Water turns to sand and turns to sound " was heard as Darla moan happily as she wrapper her arm around his. Dexter pulled out an injector filled with meprobamate, Darla moved slowly towards Dexter's neck. Darla extended her jugular teeth, Dexter thrusted his arm with the syringe of meprobamate in his hand. Darla's teeth broke the skin, Dexter's needle broke the skin injecting Darla with the meprobamate. Darla began to drink some of Dexter's blood. With a joyous smile, she feel into Dexter's arm. Helpless in Dexter's arms.
Darla awoke on a table stripped of all clothing, wrapped in plastic. Her body tugged and pulled for a few seconds. Darla, a doll wrapped in plastic. A dark beuity wrapped for someone to unwrap. Nothing showing, just a blurred outline under the plastic wrap tieing her down. "Beuity of the night has awoken." Dexter said with a sinister grin that would give the Grinch a run for his money. Dexter looked down at Darla's head, bring down a surgical scalpel to her cheek, making a slow incision on the face. He turned his body and returned with a slide and a syringe to a side table. He took her blood and placed a drop a blood on the slide. Unlike how it should be the blood had clotted and that wasn't the only thing that was wrong with this blood. "I'm sorry to ask you, but are you dead. I'm sorry to ask. I should know the difference, but your blood tells another story. Are you dead?" Dexter asked curiosity biting down on his mind. Darla didn't speak, silence striking Dexter. "Well if you are dead, then what's the point of me killing you?" Dexter said looking down on Darla's face from above. In her sweet voice Darla replied "The joy of it, the sweet taste you get in your mouth when you take a life."
"So then I should just do it with feeling then?" "If you're not where is the fun? You are at least a clean monster. "I do my best to serve" Dexter said with a slight nod of his head. "Having my blood on your beutiful face, wouldn't match you skin. Your skin is all there should be there." Dexter said as he stroke her face with his hand. "Conserned with my looks you are too kind."Darla said with a sweet smile as she continued to attempted to use her hands to tear the plastic with her nails. "Well a vampire wantabe needs her looks. How else would you get more blood?" "Who says I a wantabe?" Darla said as her face became a bit more demonic. Dexter smiled. "Boo" Darla said. "You're a first, but I was not, unprepared. You have given me a, unique, chance to do something still." "Oh what would that be?" "To keep what I have because of you." Dexter said as he turned to pick up a stake of his trey that contained his tools of the trade. "I'm flatored," Darla replied. "Do I get anything special?" She said as her face returned to normal. "A song." Dexter said as he walked a few steps pressing play on a little device with speakers. The song began "Water turns to sand and turns to sound,follow me I'm going underground.This orbit is an interlude, temporary, planetary food." "This is all I get a song?" "Well I believe the song is very fitting of your past deeds. You killed for you needed to. It's a cause I'm not symathetic to.You killed because you need to." "Then you could set me free then, since we are common demons." Darla replied attempting to bargin her way out. Dexter sang with the song "You've got to admit it's over I've got to admit it's over now." Dexter plunged the stake into her her heart at the word now. She turned to dust and the pastic keep the in the wrapping. Dexter smiled when he had added her to his collection. "She had the face of Rita. She's apart of me now," he thought.
Title:A doll wrapped in plastic
Author:MawTheKiller
Rating PG-13(I think)
Word Count:1000
Prompt 12 It's Over song(Story created around it)
Characters/Pairing:Dexter and Darla
Warning a bit dark
Note
Before reading, please understand it has alot of fragments because that is mostly how I think. So most fragments are done for effect, some aren't. Now the tranqulizer I think Dexter uses is meprobamate to knock people out. It is injected, I may be wrong. Comment on it because I don't have a beta.
"Her hair, golden strans of hey. She worked this corner for awhile is what Deb said. The coroner's report didn't make much sense. The bite marks on the victims' necks did make much sense. Soft, almost a kiss of death with the fading lipstick of rose red. A cheap, and easily obtain lipstick. Those sweet daggers into the skin. So delicate, and odd. A predator enjoying her prey." Dexter thought as he drove a Black Chevrolet Impalae he had borrowed from impound lot. It would be sold to a new owner, allowing Dexter to pull the car to into the darken alley. "Most of the victims have been customers of a Darla Pleasures, a slender gal. She looked so similar Rita. It made things, enjoyable." Dexter thought continuing his own inner monologue. Dexter press the button as the window slid down slowly till only his eyes were reviled. "Hello there, lovely." Darla said with a sickly smile on her face as she peered into Dexter's eye. Slithering around around her dark blue eyes where Dexter's. Demon's dancing in each other sights. The scent of a killer, was marked on both Dexter and Darla. Both could smell the scent. "How much?" Dexter replied with a devilish smile on his face. "150 before, same after" she replied before walking around the car to enter the side door to sit next to Dexter. She knew he wanted her, so the demons sat next to each other.
Dexter drove threw the city of Miami slowly. Savoring the precious time they had together. Many of times Dexter had gone out to take the trash out, it wasn‘t this enjoyable. Still Dexter drove silently into the night. Darla turned on the radio a song was playing that Dexter didn't care of, just something to let her let down her guard to. Allowing her to began kissing Dexter softly on the lips. Dexter moved his arm around his prey, "Water turns to sand and turns to sound " was heard as Darla moan happily as she wrapper her arm around his. Dexter pulled out an injector filled with meprobamate, Darla moved slowly towards Dexter's neck. Darla extended her jugular teeth, Dexter thrusted his arm with the syringe of meprobamate in his hand. Darla's teeth broke the skin, Dexter's needle broke the skin injecting Darla with the meprobamate. Darla began to drink some of Dexter's blood. With a joyous smile, she feel into Dexter's arm. Helpless in Dexter's arms.
Darla awoke on a table stripped of all clothing, wrapped in plastic. Her body tugged and pulled for a few seconds. Darla, a doll wrapped in plastic. A dark beuity wrapped for someone to unwrap. Nothing showing, just a blurred outline under the plastic wrap tieing her down. "Beuity of the night has awoken." Dexter said with a sinister grin that would give the Grinch a run for his money. Dexter looked down at Darla's head, bring down a surgical scalpel to her cheek, making a slow incision on the face. He turned his body and returned with a slide and a syringe to a side table. He took her blood and placed a drop a blood on the slide. Unlike how it should be the blood had clotted and that wasn't the only thing that was wrong with this blood. "I'm sorry to ask you, but are you dead. I'm sorry to ask. I should know the difference, but your blood tells another story. Are you dead?" Dexter asked curiosity biting down on his mind. Darla didn't speak, silence striking Dexter. "Well if you are dead, then what's the point of me killing you?" Dexter said looking down on Darla's face from above. In her sweet voice Darla replied "The joy of it, the sweet taste you get in your mouth when you take a life."
"So then I should just do it with feeling then?" "If you're not where is the fun? You are at least a clean monster. "I do my best to serve" Dexter said with a slight nod of his head. "Having my blood on your beutiful face, wouldn't match you skin. Your skin is all there should be there." Dexter said as he stroke her face with his hand. "Conserned with my looks you are too kind."Darla said with a sweet smile as she continued to attempted to use her hands to tear the plastic with her nails. "Well a vampire wantabe needs her looks. How else would you get more blood?" "Who says I a wantabe?" Darla said as her face became a bit more demonic. Dexter smiled. "Boo" Darla said. "You're a first, but I was not, unprepared. You have given me a, unique, chance to do something still." "Oh what would that be?" "To keep what I have because of you." Dexter said as he turned to pick up a stake of his trey that contained his tools of the trade. "I'm flatored," Darla replied. "Do I get anything special?" She said as her face returned to normal. "A song." Dexter said as he walked a few steps pressing play on a little device with speakers. The song began "Water turns to sand and turns to sound,follow me I'm going underground.This orbit is an interlude, temporary, planetary food." "This is all I get a song?" "Well I believe the song is very fitting of your past deeds. You killed for you needed to. It's a cause I'm not symathetic to.You killed because you need to." "Then you could set me free then, since we are common demons." Darla replied attempting to bargin her way out. Dexter sang with the song "You've got to admit it's over I've got to admit it's over now." Dexter plunged the stake into her her heart at the word now. She turned to dust and the pastic keep the in the wrapping. Dexter smiled when he had added her to his collection. "She had the face of Rita. She's apart of me now," he thought.