The Monster I've Become

Hailey was drawing circles absently in her notebook waiting desperately for the bell to ring. She didn't know why she had bothered coming to school at all. Everybody knew about her father and they looked at her and whispered amongst themselves as though they were worried that she was going to break down at any moment. But of course she couldn't care less. She had her hair up in a loose ponytail and her nails were painted blood red. She examined them now absently and glanced up at the clock.

"I'm sorry Ms. Bennett, am I boring you?" Mr. Daniels asked from the front of the class mockingly. She looked up at him and shook her head innocently.

"No, not at all Mr. Daniels, sorry." She apologized quickly, not wanting to give him any reason to make her stay after class. He turned to the board again and started writing and speaking in that booming and rather intimidating voice of his and Hailey mind drifted away again…

"Well that was fun." Hailey quipped as they started their long drive home to Miami, "You found out that your biological dad is dead and that your adoptive dad is a liar, and your sister found out about us." Hailey crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, "Really romantic getaway Dexter, thanks." Dexter rolled his eyes and ignored her, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "Good, now you won't even admit that you totally fucked over my weekend…"

"Hailey, this has got to stop now." Dexter shot back angrily. She had been bitter and cold towards him ever since his sister showed up and he wasn't sure why. She ground her teeth together, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She mumbled.

"Tell me!" He shouted at her. She flinched considerably and took a deep breath, "Tell me now before I do something that we'll both regret."

"I'm just…" She put a shaky hand through her hair, "I'm coming to terms with the fact that we're really together." She lied, "Like now that your sister knows, everyone's going to know. She might even tell my mom. I mean she doesn't know who I really am yet, but she will, and then what Dexter?" Dexter didn't know how to answer, "Everything comes out, eventually."

"Not everything." Dexter replied stoically, "Not always." Hailey shrunk down in the car seat.

"You're right." She said quietly, "I'm anxious that's all. About school and you know… I killed my dad so…" Hailey suddenly put her head in her hands and broke down. Her shoulders shook as sobs violently wracked her body, "I moved in with my mother's boyfriend and killed my father in cold blood. How could I do that? How evil and messed up does one person have to be to do something like that?"

"Hailey… it's okay." Dexter tried to soothe her.

"It's not okay." She cried, "Nothing anybody says will make plunging that knife into his chest okay. He was abusive. He abused my mother and me. He deserved to die. But he was my father." She whimpered, "He was my father and I killed him." Dexter saw a sign for a bed and breakfast coming up at the next exit and decided to take it. She only looked up when they stopped and Dexter got out of the car.

"Wait here." He said as he went into the quaint bed and breakfast to ask for a room. The house was old, a lot of wooden paneling and antique furniture. It had that musky smell that some people seemed to like so much. Hailey hugged her knees to her chest and she wept. He tapped on her window lightly, looking concerned. She sniffled and got out of the car slowly. Once they entered the room Dexter turned and locked the door as Hailey went to sit on the bed. She wiped her tears away and stared down at her lap fixatedly.

"Hailey I didn't want to get you involved in all this." Dexter said with a sigh.

"I know." She looked up at him with glassy eyes, "But I'm involved now and there's not going back. I can't undo what I've done, it's too late and the worst part is Dexter that I don't think I would if I could. I must be severely sick and twisted because I don't regret any of it." She reached up and kissed him on the lips then pulled him down on top of her.

"If you're sick and twisted then what does that say about me?" Dexter whispered huskily in her ear. She giggled a little despite herself.

"Well compared to you I'm a fucking saint." She answered and put her hand through his hair affectionately. Dexter smirked menacingly and lowered his lips to her neck, nipping at the skin seductively. However, just as Hailey was really starting to give way to the sensation her phone started ringing loudly from her pocket. Dexter groaned but rolled off of her as she reached into her jeans to get it, "It's my mom." Hailey said with a furrowed brow. She had told her mother that she would be out of town that weekend with a friend and not to worry. She picked up the phone, "Hello?" She listened intently as her mother spoke in a rather frantic voice. Dexter watched as Hailey stared blankly up at the ceiling taking deep and even breaths. Eventually she exchanged civil goodbyes with her mother and hung up. She then turned to Dexter, "My dad's officially been reported missing."

The bell rang, jolting Hailey out of her reverie. She gathered her stuff quickly and tried to race out of the room with the rest of her classmates when a hand was laid on her shoulder. It was her last class before the weekend and she was anxious to get back to the apartment, order Chinese food and watch the ever-amusing Criminal Minds with Dexter. She turned to look at Mr. Daniels who had reached out to stop her from leaving.

"I'd just like to talk to you for a moment before you leave." He said and her skin crawled uneasily. The classroom quickly became vacant and she was left with the unsettling teacher all alone. Mr. Daniels looked to be about 35 years old. If there was a heartthrob teacher at the school it was him, though Hailey had never gotten the appeal. He had jet back hair and a firm clean shaven jawline. She stood in front of his desk a little awkwardly, shifting her weight systematically from her right foot to her left. He cleared his throat and sat in front of her on top of his desk, "I heard about you father's disappearance, I just wanted to tell you that if you ever need anyone to talk to—"

"I don't, thank you though." She said quickly and was about to leave when he spoke again.

"Just think about it." He insisted and she nodded.

"I really have to go." She said quickly and practically raced out of the room.

"Wait!" He called after her loudly as she reached the door. She turned back with frightened eyes, "You forgot your phone." He held her cellphone in his extended palm. She walked back to him and took the device before turning to leave again but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. She jumped at the sudden contact and when she looked up at him his eyes were cold and dead.

"I keep thinking about your face on the day he came back, I think about it a lot actually, more than I should. You looked so… scared." He annunciated the words very slowly. Shivers went down Hailey's spine, "In that moment I thought you looked… beautiful." Hailey tried to pull her wrist away but his grip was strong and she couldn't get free. She opened her mouth to scream but he clamped his hand over it and pushed her back. She fell and hit her head against the desk. Suddenly everything went black.

When Hailey woke up she was no longer in the classroom. Wherever she was it was dark and musty. A gag held her back from screaming and her limbs were tied to a chair. Tears fell down her cheeks as she desperately tried to struggle free. She froze when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs and a door creak open. Her breath came out as iritic pants as she began to panic. A bright florescent light came on above her and she was momentarily blinded. She squeezed her eyes shut as the footsteps approached.

"You know, you are a tricky one to get alone." Mr. Daniel's voice sounded through the room, "I should know I've been trying for months but you just kept skipping my class. I knew you could sense there was something different about me. How is that Hailey? None of the other's could see it." He was standing right in front of her now and she opened her eyes to meet his. He pulled the gag out of her mouth so that she could answer.

"You're a fucking psychopath!" She spat.

"Language." He scolded and placed a hand on her cheek, "You know you are a very interesting girl. I was real curious about you so I kind of followed you home." He admitted sheepishly, "I know, I know, that's a bit… creepy. But I just couldn't get you out of my head." He winked as if it were some sort of compliment, "Then when I saw, who you were living with— well I knew we'd be perfect for each other. I mean, you're clearly already into older guys." He grinned.

"That older guy's name is Dexter and when he finds out about this whatever you do to me won't be half as painful as what he puts you through." She threatened.

"Right." He laughed, "That's what they all say. My daddy will kill you just you wait. " He mimicked the voice of a teenage girl, "And you know what Hailey, I'm still waiting." He taunted, "I suppose in your case though it's your boyfriend I should be afraid of, even though he's old enough to be your daddy."

"How many other girls?" She asked her eyes fixed on his.

"6." He answered automatically. He seemed to have a twisted sense of pride about the number.

"Just when I was starting to feel special." Hailey scoffed.

"But you are special Hailey." Mr. Daniels said passionately, gripping her cheeks between his hands, "At first, you were just another one. Sexy, smart, popular, you know the usual. But then, I saw you that day crying and running away from your father and it all changed for me. Don't you see, if you were just one of the others you would be dead already." Hailey took a deep intake of breath when the words left his mouth.

"Why did you kill them Mr. Daniels?" She asked in a shaky voice, trying desperately to keep as much composure as possible.

"Please call me Matthew." He smirked. He ran his thumb over her dry lips, "I kill them because they deserve it. They're vain, shallow, dense creatures that don't care about anyone other then themselves and they can get away with it because they're beautiful." He laughed humorlessly, "That really irks me."

"So why spare me?" She asked.

"I'm not sparing you." He grinned, "No, no, you still need to be punished for your sins. I just don't want to kill you yet; I want to have some fun with you first. But I think that…" He paused to wipe some of the stray tears from her cheeks, "If, no when, you atone, I'll let you live. I've been thinking a lot about it Hailey. I've had a lot of sleepless nights because of you. And I've come to the conclusion that you just might be the kind of trophy wife I've always wanted. Think about it, we could leave this filthy city, go someone nice and suburban. Maybe Portland, get a house with a white picket fence, maybe have some children running around." She grit her teeth and looked away in disgust. He backed away from her when a phone started ringing and pulled a cellphone out of his pocket. She recognized immediately that it was hers, "Dexter's calling." He pressed the ignore button, "He must be ever so worried about you."

"How did you get me out of the school?" Hailey tried to change the subject, "Surely someone must have noticed."

"I had one of those old bags for skiing equipment. You know, long and bulky." He explained, "You're quite thin, maybe too thin, anyways no one ever really questions a teacher. A teacher is someone you're suppose to trust." He sniggered, "Students see us everyday without even the slightest inclination of what we do on our spare time, the thought never even crossed their minds. We may as well not even be people." The phone started ringing again in his pocket and he laughed loudly, "I think somebody loves you." He mocked.

"He does." She answered firmly, "And I love him."

"So what are we going to do about that?" He knelt down next to her again, letting the phone ring out in his pocket, "We can't have dear old Dexter calling the cops. That would spoil all the fun I have planned." Then a thought crossed his mind and his eyes lit up, "A challenge." He gave her a sick and twisted smile, "A fight to the death to see who gets to keep the fair maiden." He suddenly pressed his lips to hers fiercely; she tried to squirm away from him but he held her there as his tongue was forced into her mouth. When he pulled away she wanted to gag. He pulled out the phone again and searched through the contacts until he found the right one, "Let's give your sweet lover a ring shall we?" He pressed the phone to her ear, "Tell him you need his help. No cops." He took out a knife from his jean pocket and pressed it to her face, "Do not say anything more than I tell you okay?" She nodded and tried to choke back sobs as the blade dug into her cheek, drawing blood, "Good girl." Dexter answered the phone on the second ring.

"Hailey?" He asked. He didn't sound frantic just frustrated, "Where are you, we were supposed to be going out to dinner remember?"

"Dexter." She cried, barely able to get his name out, "Dexter something's happened, I need your help."

"Hailey what's going on?" Dexter asked coolly.

"Ask him if he's alone." Matthew whispered.

"Are you alone?" She asked.

"Yes, why?" Dexter was getting increasingly anxious. Hailey nodded her head at Matthew and he suddenly jerked the phone away from her.

"Hello Dexter, I think I have something of yours that you might want back." Mr. Daniels said, "Now I don't you're a stupid man so you won't call the cops, because if you do you know that I will slice your girlfriend into a million piece."

"Why are you doing this?" Dexter asked through grit teeth.

"You see you and me have a common interest, that being Hailey of course. See I'm a fair guy. I wouldn't just take a girl who already belongs to another man. No, no, I'm going to give you a chance to get her back." He said.

"No police." Dexter agreed, "Give me the time and place."

"Her High School, you know where it is?"


"There, midnight. No weapons."

"That's in two hours, how do I know that she'll still be alive then?" Dexter asked.

"What fun would she be to me dead?" Matthew chuckled, "I'll see you soon Dexter." And with that he snapped the phone closed. Matthew Daniels smiled at Hailey crookedly before pushed her hair out of her eyes and planting a kiss on her forehead, "Soon you'll be all mine my dear. All mine."

Dexter wanted to throw his cellphone across the room and scream at the top of his lungs, but he couldn't. Instead he dropped to the couch that he was sitting next to and put his head in his hands. He shook slightly as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. He moved to his computer and opened the file for Matthew Daniels, now he knew why the man's workplace had seemed so familiar. It was Hailey's High School. How could he have been so stupid not to notice something like that? This wasn't about him for once, Mr. Daniels had no idea who he was or that he was hunting him and neither did Hailey. If he been honest with her, like he had said he would be… He shook his head, no, he was just protecting her and it was too late now to dwell on 'what ifs', he needed to prepare himself. In 2 hours he was going to have to kill Matthew Daniels and at that moment he couldn't think of a single thing that would give him more pleasure.

Hailey was strapped down to his desk, she couldn't move her arms or legs and there was gag in her mouth to stop her from talking. Daniels was pacing the classroom in anticipation. It was dark, the school was deserted and the whole building was eerily quiet. Hailey was breathing heavily with her eyes trained on the ceiling. She didn't dare look at her teacher. Suddenly the sound of a door being opened and closed echoed through the halls. Daniels had only left one door unlocked so that Dexter wouldn't be able to sneak up on him.

"That should be lover boy now." Mr. Daniels smiled, "Don't go anywhere." He laughed at his own joke before walking out into the hallways, "Dexter!" He shouted, "C'mon don't be shy!" She could hear the footsteps getting closer, "It's nice to finally meet you man to man. Great gal you got there, I bet she's wild one in bed eh?"

"How do we do this?" Dexter asked coldly, "Are you just going to shoot me?"

"Nah. That wouldn't be fair. This is just a precaution." Daniels said, Hailey couldn't see them but she was pretty sure that he was patting Dexter down, "You're good on your word. No wire or anything. Not even a cellphone."

"Your game, your rules." Dexter answered.

"C'mon then." The two of them walked back into the classroom, Daniels held Dexter at gunpoint. All the desks had been moved to make a sort of arena like environment in the classroom, "You and me, like they did in ancient Rome huh? I love ancient Rome, I teach history after all." He laughed and slowly put down the gun, "If you win, you can save the damsel in distress. If you don't… well you'll be dead so I don't think you'll mind too much if I take her."

"Drop the gun then." Dexter hissed and Daniels smirked as he slowly lowered the gun to the ground and kicked it away. In a split second Dexter had lunged at the other man with a ferocious almost animalistic growl ripping through his chest. Hailey knew in that moment that there was no doubt that Dexter would win. That he would kill Daniels, maybe even rip him to pieces with his bare hands and she wanted to watch. She wouldn't be weak anymore, not after this, not ever again. She needed to become the hunter rather than the prey. He could help her, teach her. Something snapped inside of her and any guilt, any remorse that she might have felt for her past actions vanished into thin air. The cool spray of blood hit her face, Mr. Daniels was gasping for air that would never again enter his lungs, she watched as Dexter strangled the life out of him and she felt strangely… aroused.