Dexter was ready. The plastic was wrapped around the entire inside of the train car, and he’d set up his ‘operating table’ in the middle. It had taken a while to get the train car cleaned up enough, it had been filthy, but he’d finally gotten it just right. He was ready. And the victim was actually coming to him. It wasn’t very often that he could work something like that out, but in a small town like Twin Peaks, he didn’t want to try dragging an unconscious body around. If even one person noticed something strange was going on, the whole town would hear about it.

Dexter hated small towns. He missed Florida. But the kids had wanted to go on a vacation, and Rita had relatives in town.

Of course, just like every city in the world, even the tiny population of Twin Peaks had its serial killers. And just like always, the local police force had no idea what was going on. Of course, there was that FBI agent that kept snooping around, but Dexter was fairly sure he was insane, and had no chance of catching the real killer. The last time Dexter had seen him, he’d been talking into a tape recorder about pie.

Then there was a noise outside the train car, and Dexter slunk into the shadows, waiting for his prey to appear. It was time. He was here. He’d known that he could lure the killer to him by dropping hints that he knew more about the situation than he really did. Dexter didn’t need to know the man’s motivations. He just needed to know that this odd white-haired man was a serial killer. That was enough.

The door to the train car slid open loudly, and Leland entered. He had a crazed look on his face. Dexter pulled out the twine he was planning to use to choke his victim in order to subdue him, and slowly crept up behind him. It was time.

“Over here, you demonic bastard,” a voice yelled from the open door.

Dexter jumped back into the shadows, just as Leland spun around.

Two figures stood in the doorway, one somewhat taller than Dexter thought was natural, and the shorter one holding up what appeared to be a large shotgun. What the fuck.

“Excuse me?” Leland asked, smiling sweetly.

“We’ve got you all figured out, freak,” the one with the shotgun said.

The taller one lifted a book, and began chanting in… what the hell was that… Latin?

Leland screamed and charged them, but was thrown back violently as he neared them, as if he’d run headlong into a wall.

Okay, that was enough. Dexter hopped down out of the train car, startling the two men.

“Who the fuck are you?!” the shorter one shouted, holding the gun on him.

Dexter sighed heavily. Why did they have to ruin all his fun? “I was taking care of this one.”

The two men glanced at each other before giving him a searching look. “You’re a hunter?” the taller one asked hesitantly.

Dexter cocked his head at them. “Well, yes, I guess so…”

“Great,” the shorter one said. “Keep it up, Sammy.”

The taller one started chanting again, as the shorter one nodded towards the train car. “We put a devil’s trap under here earlier. We figured he’d come back here after that creepy murder. They always come back to gloat.”

Dexter arched his eyebrow at him. Devil’s trap?

Leland was screaming and cussing and clawing at the very air, as if he just couldn’t reach them, and he finally collapsed, black smoke escaping from his throat and flying through the air and out the door.

Dean sighed. “Shit. I hate when they get away.”

Dexter stared at them for a long moment before speaking. “Devils, huh?”

“Well, demons,” the one called Sammy replied, putting his book away. “You know… demons?” He hopped up into the train car and examined Leland’s body. “He’s still alive.”

“Great. Here, chain him up, just in case.” The shorter one tossed the taller one… what the fuck were those? Manacles?

“Uh, are you going to take him in, or…” Dexter asked, unable to resist his curiosity.

“Well, they’re usually vulnerable to re-possession right after the exorcism, so until we get him somewhere safe, it’s better to keep him this way.

“And you use… manacles,” Dexter said slowly.

“Well, they’re made of iron… seems like the demons around here are sensitive to it.” the shorter one said, as if it were obvious. “They’re not your typical run-of-the-mill demons, either. There’s something weird about this place.”

Dexter nodded slowly. “Riiight. Well… since you’ve got it handled, I’m uh… just going to go.” Who the fuck kept manacles on them at all times?! These guys might be even more dangerous than he was.

They nodded. “Sure thing,” the shorter one said. “We’ll clean up here.”

Dexter quickly made his way back into the woods towards town. That was weird. Demons? Well, he supposed, it wasn’t all that shocking. Twin Peaks seemed like a really weird place.

From now on, he thought, he might stick to serial killers in his own city. Yes, that seemed like a very, very good idea.