Dead By Daylight Short Stories

Paradise. (Yandere!Steve, Frank x Quentin)

Blood. Why the hell was there so much blood? Did people always bleed this much when they were stabbed? Maybe if he left the knife in the older man's side it'd stop the few squirts that slipped past the blade. The attacker couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach at the ghastly sight. He pulled the knife out, watching for a moment before dropping the blade.

Frank grabbed his side, coughing out a choke as he was suddenly shanked by an unknown assailant. His hand was suddenly covered in blood as the knife was yanked from his side. There was no reason that Frank could think of as to why he'd been stabbed. He glanced up, the attacker was taller than him, he couldn't get a good look at their face but their eyes were filled with lust. Frank's vision blurred, he couldn't focus. He fell to his knees, hitting the ground with a thump and unable to turn and watch the attacker run off- he had no idea where they'd gone.

Their body felt weak, he couldn't focus. God, why couldn't he focus? There was a blur of light and the click of a door, his boyfriend, Quentin Smith, had stayed a little longer in school so he could chat with a few friends, grab a few notes, and then he was supposed to meet Frank at the front. He opened the door behind him again, shouting for someone to call the police.

It was quiet for an excruciating moment, he was too shocked to scream or cry but eventually, he heard his boyfriend's voice float through his ears. What was he saying? What about a knife? What knife? Frank didn't have any knife. Why was everything so suddenly loud? His heartbeat out of sync with itself, the pain, oh shit- fuck that hurts!

There were sirens, someone shut those off! God, that's so fucking loud! It was going dark, he didn't, 't want to hear this. He didn't want to hear any of this! It was too loud..!

~

Steve Harrington was doing his daily business, watching Quentin Smith do his work, following Quentin Smith to the YMCA, meticulously planning schedule of his boyfriend day after day. It's really too bad Quentin Smith didn't know they were dating. And he was a dirty, lying, cheat! He was cheating on Steve and the Jock wouldn't stand for that.

Frank Morrison always got in the way, protecting, defending, just being in Steve's way! He wouldn't stand for that, he wanted Quentin Smith and Quentin Smith he would get. He just needed to get Frank out of the way, he didn't want to be generic and tell him off face to face, no... That wouldn't work... He needed more, something bigger- stronger! A tougher approach to it. A fight for dominance. If he got that bastard out of the way, Quentin would be his! Right? That's how that worked, get rid of the cheat, hate the sin love the sinner.

He started following Frank instead, trying to focus on him instead of his one true love. His sweet boyfriend. He waited before striking, a warning to Quentin to stay away. He must not have thought this through because now Quentin wouldn't leave Franks bedside in the hospital and it was almost three times as hard to get to him.

That's unfair. He'll just need something stronger next time.

~

Quentin was crying, holding Frank's hand only to make the other laugh, "Quenny, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean? You're. You got attacked..!"

"I did?" The older teen glanced down at his side and then around the hospital room, "Oh. I did.. Do we know who did it?"

Quen went silent for a long moment, looking down and rubbing the side of his face on his shoulder, "We were kinda hoping you knew..." Everything was loopy for the older teen, he couldn't think straight so instead, he just closed his eyes and shook his head. Quentin sighed softly, "it's okay, you don't have to know but I'm not letting you out of my sight... Not again, okay? I promise..!"