Dead by Daylight ~One-Shots~

Dwight X Huntress

[Here's that Dwight X Huntress someone requested! Although I cannot remember who requested it- ]

//Narrator's POV\\

The forest was silent, apart from the occasional scream from a survivor. They would all desperately scramble away from the killer in an attempt to live or avoid injury, some would hide and some would be bold and face the Huntress head on.
Dwight Fairfield, another survivor in this deadly forest, leaned more toward the hiding side. He wasn't bold, but he didn't spend the whole time in a locker. Especially not near those sharp hatchets that rested in there.
Currently, Dwight was working on an old generator, trying his best to get it working. Being a mechanic would've helped his situation, but he simply had to do the best with what he knew. Which happened to be next to nothing.
"Mother-fucking-dammit," Dwight cursed, the generator exploding in his face-depleting some progress, "I was almost done!"
As Dwight muttered profanity at the generator and himself the Huntress was headed his way, Dwight being completely oblivious to this advance.
"So disrespectful, disrupting the peace of my forest..." the Huntress scowled under her breath, raising a hatchet at Dwight. Though she seemed to freeze as Dwight turned, not toward her, but just enough she could make out the details of his face. She was entranced by this survivor, by this...annoyance, she knew what she was to do. Her body seemed to lock up, as if frozen. She just stood staring at the survivor until he unevitably noticed his stalker, but it seemed he was quite unobservant.
A body slamming into her back snapped her out of her trance and she turned on the assailant, snarling beneath her rabbit mask. She raised a hatchet at the survivor, a female blonde with her hair in pigtails, sprinted away from her. She seemed a lot faster than the others, meaning the Huntress would have to work for her kill.
The Huntress started towards her, her eyes focused on the retreating figure. The Huntress was brought through twists and turns, jukes and tricks, and it was fueling her malice towards her.
"You will DIE!" She hissed, raising a hatchet and chucking it towards her with precision. A satisfied smile spread across her face, lifting her mask as her muscles followed her unconscious demand.
The blonde female fell, yelling out in pain, with a hatchet protruding from her shoulder. The Huntress approached the fallen victim and wrenched the hatchet out of her shoulder, eyes gleaming like the pale moonlight reflecting off the bloody blade. The hatchet's jagged edges were already destroyed by the girl's bone-rendering it useless.
The Huntress tossed it to the side and looked down on the girl with a hungry look, the entity enticing her blood lust as she hoisted the girl onto her shoulder. She continued her consistent humming as she stumbled upon a hook to place the victim- wasting no time in slinging her weak body onto the unsanitary hook.
She screamed loudly, and tried to get herself off-but only angered the entity as he tried to grasp the girl now.
The Huntress tutted softly before doing her rounds on the generators again, a small tug of her heart leading her to specific places. Eventually, she found a man huddled next to a generator, he had his head in his hands and his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
The Huntress softened her lullaby as she crept closer, alarming him to her presence. He jumped to his feet and began to run away, causing The Huntress a deep dismay. She followed him, watching his body move and strain against his physical limit-he obviously didn't do very much.
However, he was inevitably caught causing The Huntress deep joy as she hauled him to a large house in the middle of the property.
She placed him in the dungeon below, strapping his arm to pole with four hooks total. He surpressed shivers as he watched The Huntress make a few motions to him, his bindings, and the hooks, and a possible death threat.
The entity was displeased with The Huntress's choice of victim- management, but they weren't the one chasing the victims down and feeling different ways about each. She just so happened to find a special bond to this one, wanting to keep him safe and well.
She thought back to the children, they favored food, water, and attention-things of which she had plenty of. They also loved to sleep a lot, if they didn't for a certain amount of time they would get irritable and black bags would form under their eyes.
She only struggled with this because the entity gave her a peace of mind on her mortality, not needing much of anything. All she had to do was follow the entity's orders, but for this survivor she could not.
The Huntress glanced at the man before whisking away to her kitchen, which was always stocked somehow- probably the entitys doing. She rushed back to the male and sat some items in front of him: a bottle of water, a sandwich, and a bag of chips.
His gaze flickered between her and the items, hesitation evident in his being.
"You leave you die." The Huntress promised, turning and leaving. As much as she hated it, she couldn't keep someone who wouldn't stay-or could she?
The Huntress pondered on the man in the dungeon as she followed a dark skinned woman who was uselessly fighting against fate. With a quick slash and grab the woman was on a hook screaming just like the blonde from before, who has now been dead for some time.
With two of the four survivors dead, The Huntress pushed away her thoughts and set herself on the last victim, determined to get the chore out of the way so she could care for her pet in the dungeon. It didn't take her long to find the last one, as he was reckless with his life-and it would cost him just that.
He looked old and worn out, but his eyes were sparkling with rebellion. She sensed a good fight and knew this was going to be tiresome and fun. She felt the entity give her borrowed strength and speed and took advantage of it, chasing after the man relentlessly.
His stamina was surprising for one so old, but he wouldn't last forever- her blood lust was too intense to let him go. She managed a slice across his back sending him flying forward, nearly falling. He was groaning now, in pain but still fighting-unlike the survivors before him.
The man tried to pull a quick one with a palette but she had seen this trick too many times to be fooled and simply weaved around the obstacles to him. He was obviously thrown off guard and tried to scramble away, but The Huntress grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him to the ground as he tried to clamber over the palette he had thrown down.
She raised a hatchet over her head and brought it down into his chest miltiple times, blood spattering from the wounds. She lifted her hatchet one more time and threw it into his head, splitting his skull as it sunk. She let out a low hum of satisfaction and rose back to her feet, blood covering her front. She made her way back to the house and down to the dungeon, happy to see the man remained.
She nodded, pleased that he obeyed, and took notice of the absence of his food.
"More?" She asked, gesturing to the leftovers of his meal. He shook his head shyly, eyeing the blood covering her front. A sick feeling embedded itself into his stomach, and he pushed himself a little further away from her. She narrowed her eyes under the mask, and then looked down at herself. She was used to the dirty clothes she wore but if she is to get the man to be hers she has to make a few physical changes. As she examined her dirtied dress the male began to stand, using the pole as support for his wobbly legs.
"Why am I here..." He croaked, grabbing her attention. She stepped forward as a sudden flame lit within her chest,
"You are mine...if you wish to be." The Huntress answered, her voice quiet in the room. The only unwelcoming thing about her being the bloody garments she wore and her being a mass murderer, but she showed no outward signs of aggression towards him.
He tugged at his restraint making him ache but didn't ask for removal, too afraid it would set her off. She stepped forward again, a 'comforting' hand offered to him. Another step, she had her hand on his shoulder. Another click of her shoes, her other hand on his face-cupping it. The final step and she was inches apart from him, her heart racing and face burning without her consent.
The man's eyes were wide, staring up at her as she got closer. He then felt a dark presence push at his mind, making him piece together his name and make it slip from his lips.
"Dwight..." He uttered, a sudden, deep fascination for the killer lit up in his chest. He had to be insane for even being intrigued, and he lifted a hand to place on her face. It was almost immediately tugged back by the restraint on his wrist, making his mouth form a scowl.
His left hand was loosely grabbing her sleeve fabric near the wrist, as it was her right hand on his shoulder. The Huntress pulled him to her, swiftly untying the knot of his bindings and wrapping her arm round him in a soft and motherly hug. Her intentions were far from motherly, but she could sense his fright and fascination of her.
Dwight stood in her arms, a hazy sense of safety washed over him as he leaned into her embrace. He knew he wasn't going to leave, she wouldn't let him- but why would he want to?

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Hey guys, long time no see. I apologise for not posting in so long, sophomore year is giving me a beat down-I have to do a speech soon as well...
However, I did get a new phone-and I bought it! I had the sudden motivation to continue writing, and felt bad for not updating for so long. I hope this suited the needs of you reader! Also, any requests anybody has made on this story-please comment them again as I no longer have that information. I only have 2 more chapters from requests that o could remember!!

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