Darkly Dreaming: Blood and New Feelings

by Connor Shadows


Chapter 2: The Promise

Blood and New Feelings
Chapter 2: A Promise

Dexter was flying through the cool autumn sky at the early dawn. The Early train wouldn’t have run for another hour, and Dexter didn’t have wings, so he had to hitch a ride.

“Thanks for the ride Quinn.” Dexter murmured while he rummaged through his pack to triple check if he had all his crime scene equipment.

“No problem Dex,” Detective Quinn repplied, he was one of the few Griffons in Dexter’s department. Quinn was a pretty well in shape so carrying a passenger was no problem for him. Quinn was wearing one of his many polos, this one being black with two white strips running down both sleeves, and his badge which was flapping in wind on its neck chain. “, but did you really have to wear that trench coat it’s kinda bothering my wings.”

All Dexter was wearing under his sturdy light brown duster was a white t-shirt so he had to put it on to look a little formal for his job, but Dexter felt like being a smart-ass instead of saying that, “ It’s a duster, trench coats have hoods Quinn."
“Smart-ass, I could drop you and nobody would know Dexter.”

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t drop me. You enjoy my company too much.”

This made Quinn chuckle, “Yeah what would I do without you, Dexter?” after a few moments of silence he thought he try to start up another topic to talk about. “So, Dexter you get that baby sitter of yours to come and watch Harrison.”

Weird why does he care about that

“Yeah, she got there a few minutes before you actually, kind of surprise she got there so fast.”

“What’s her name again, Dissy?”

Oh, I see where this going.

“No, her name is Ditzy, why?” Dexter was getting a little irritated with all this probing.

“You should introduce us, she’s pretty hot, you know minus the whole eye thing.” He said with a little smirk.

“Quinn, don’t even think about it, I don’t want her to go from you to Harrison. I know how you are with girls.”

“Aw, common man, help a brother out. Just…”

Take a hint Quinn shut up.

“All I’m asking for is you to introduce us.”

Dexter decided Quinn needed to be quite for a little while “No, find another girl the fuck.”

“Ok fine, jeeze man.”

That was a little harsh

“Sorry Quinn, I’m just tired you know.”

“Yeah ok Dex.”

Dexter was done with conversation so he decided to enjoy the view. The sun was just peeking over the horizon. Most of the cloudy sky was still dark but where it met the sun the cloud looked like bright burning embers.

Nothing like a beautiful sunrise to get you in the mood for a bloody crime scene

Looking down past Quinn’s wing the ground was still looked like it was still asleep. The forest was dark and Ponyville, their destination was now in site, the only activity that could be seen in the dimly lit town was at the Train station. There were red flashing emergency lights and mobile security lights illuminating what Dexter assumed was the crime scene.


A still groggy Dexter Morgan hopped off Detective Quinn’s back and took in the site of his new project. As always there the scene of the crime was surrounded by a blockade of reporters, police, and shiny yellow tape. He turned back and thanked Quinn again with a nod. Quinn returned the gesture and walked over to a small group of policemares.

Really Quinn, get some work done first

When Dexter turned around he was met with a rather intense looking blonde mare, wearing a jean jacket and had a lieutenant badge pinned to the left chest pocket. She had sunglasses on top of her head, it pushed back the bangs of her long strait brown mane.

“Hey Deb, what’s with the sunglasses.” Dexter kindly greeted his sister.

“I came prepared, the sun comes up Dex.” Debra responded with a hint of annoyance in here voice.
Ok too early for jest

Dexter quickly forgot about trying to be nice to his sister, she seemed a little cranky so why try. “What do we got?” A question he had asked hundred of times before. The answer was usually the same word.

“Body, well most of one,” Debra started, turning walking towards the yellow tape, Dexter followed. “, the head is gone and we can’t find it anywhere.”

“So the killer took it with him?” Dexter assumed, flashing his laminated “badge” and ducked under the yellow tape.

“Yeah. That’s fucking sick what is he gonna do with a head.”

“I know what I’d do with it.” Cut in an all too familiar voice followed by a slightly disturbing, deep throated laugh.

The owner of the laugh was a short, and had tan fur. He had a pair of glasses on his bald head, and a broad smile. The little guy was wearing a white collared shirt, not very smart for bloody crime scene, and latex hoof covers.His “mark”, as Dexter would say, was beaker filled with a green fluid, with a pair of safety goggles strung around it, and behind it all was microscope. Labtech

“Masuka really you sicko. You couldn't just hold onto that one, fuck!” Debra scolded the small lab geek, while walking away to get away from him. “You guys just get to work.”

“Dexter what’s up, ready to get to it?” Masuka tested Dexter, slapping his shoulder kind heartedly.

“You betcha. Let’s take a look.”

The pair of lab geeks went over the main event. The stallions body was bloody, beaten, and bruise. Not to mention his head had been replaced with a heavy beige sack.

“ Jeeze this guy had one shitty night.” Masuka commented while kneeling down and plucking fibers and hairs from the body, putting them in evidence bags.

“Yeah no kidding, Has anyone touched this?” Dexter asked, motioning toward the strange bag, while putting his latex hoof covers.

“ Uh, I think it was that Patch Work guy. He found the body, he owns that shop over there.”

“Patches? He found it?” Dexter now realized where he was. He looked around and there was the place where he got his duster ‘Jackets Galore’. The place look just like it did last time he was there. The small stone building looked exactly the same, its red clay shingles were still faded, and the sign with the shops name painted brightly on and still a little wop-sided. The only difference was the shaken shop keeper, with dried blood on his hooves, sitting against the wall being questioned by police.

“You know him?”

“Yeah we went out for drinks the other night.” Dexter explained with some concern in his eyes. " You could say we're friends." Detxter wasn't really sure if he was telling the truth on that last part.

I should go check on him

“Masuka can you handle this for now? I’m going to go see how he’s holding up.”

“Yeah, go check on your bro.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t take forever remember you’re the blood guy.”

He took off his gloves, no reason to get them dirty yet, and put them back in his bag. He then weaved his way through the cops and ducked under the tape. As he approached the shop he could see there were tears on Patches face.

Aw shit he’s crying I’m no good when it comes to comfort

He got to cop questioning him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Oh, hey Dexter.”

“Hey James, you care if I talk to him real quick?” He asked pointing down at Patches, he was staring at the dirt. He didn’t even know Dexter was there yet. “He’s my friend.”

“Well I guess it’s okay. Give me some time to drink some coffee.” With that he walked away, leaving Dexter.

“Hey Patches you okay man?”

Patches looked up at Dexter. “Dexter why are you here? Oh, that’s right death’s your job.”

You have no idea how right you are

“Yeah I guess so.” Dexter agreed sitting in the dirt next to his friend.

“Why would someone do this Dex, it makes no sense.”

Dexter knew Patches need some form comfort, but the only type he could come up with was the truth. “Patches there are monsters in this world, some worse the others. They don't really need a reason to do things like this.”

“Really where, if only I knew.” Anger now taking over Patches teary eyes.

There’s one right next to you

“It doesn’t matter where they are, all you need to know is some day they will all get what they disserve, the one who did that included.” Dexter proclaimed pointing towards the jumble of yellow tape and bodies.

The certainty in Dexter’s words actually helped Patches, that thought made him feel a little at ease. He wiped eyes and stood up, as did Dexter. “Thanks you Dexter. I think I’ll be ok.”

“Are you sure man? I just got here.”

“Yeah go do your thing.”

Dexter was about to go back to work when he heard Patches.

“Dex?”

“Yeah Patches?”

“Promise me you guys will catch this son of a bitch.”

“I can’t do that man he could be long gone for all we know. I’ll do my best though.”

“Sorry I asked.” Patches sulked as he kicked up some dirt.

“No it’s ok. How about you and me go get a drink once I’m done.”

“No I think I’m just gonna stay here and try and help with the investigation.”

Dexter saw the police stallion James drink his coffee, break time was over.

As Dexter walked back to Crime scene he yelled to get his attention “James! Get back over there.”

He put his coffee down a trotted past Dexter to Patches. Dexter slipped back under the tape.

No I’m can’t promise we’ll catch him. I’ll do you one better, looks like I got my next kill.