A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, li...
I had thought that once I had become a hunter I would be treated with at least a little more respect. Yet even now they look down on me! "Don't they need you in Charnel Lane?" "The hunt's no place for a lady such as yourself." Least the ones who thought to say more vulgar things now think twice before they do, bloody drunkards.
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Thank the gods for Eileen, Gehrman makes me uneasy. I know he's the one that accepted me into the hunter's, but Eileen has always felt more like my mentor than him. I wish she wouldn't have left the Dream, not that she's even told me why she, or anyone, would leave in the first place. There is still so much that they keep from me, but I don't know why. I know I'm new, but I feel like I've more than proved myself since I joined.
The Doll is... Odd, but sweet. I think that was the strangest thing to me, for some reason. Beasts and dreams I accepted, strange as they were. But a living doll that can move and speak on it's own? Why was that the one thing that I couldn't wrap my head around? But she really is sweet, I almost consider her my friend... Almost. She was made by Gehrman, and that...
Oh that's always such a strange feeling, passing from the Dream back to Yharnam, or the "waking world" as the Doll says.
It's odd that no one but us hunters seem to pay attention to these lanterns. Then again, everything seems odd to me as of late. With all these people outside still, I must be early. Or late, it's hard to keep time straight in that place. Wait, what was that? It sounded like...
A scream.
"Move! Out of my way!"
I can already smell it; that sickening stench.
Damnit, I'm too late! That's one, two, three dead already. A blood trail, and it's fresh. It has to be close!
I can hear it now above the sound of my feet running across the stone beneath them. It's big, at least it sounds big. Down these stairs-no, in that alley! Now I have it cornered, no way for it-
Oh gods, there's two of them! These are no scourge beasts! They're tall, emaciated, and what's wrong with their skin?!
They're fast, impossibly fast! They look so frail, but-
Get up, get up! You have to keep fighting!
Just barely rolled out of the way, damn thing knocked me on my back! A few quick slashes to it's hindquarters, and dodge! Can't forget about the second one. Wait, where is-
It-it's got me! It's hands are around me, pinning my arms to my body! I can't get free! No, no no no! Oh gods it's opening it's mouth, it's going to eat me! Is it screaming, or am I?
I'm... Back on the ground. But how, did it drop me? Why would it-
That's Glenn! He's taking it on all by himself?! Wait, where's the other one? Someone else is fighting it, but who-
Liam. I've only heard stories about him, but he's just as fierce as they say.
He's killed it. He killed it all on his own?! What about Glenn? He's struggling, I have to help him!
Too late, Liam's killed that one too.
They're dead, but... They're staring each other down. I heard Liam was excommunicated from the hunters. Did Glenn have something to do with it?
Something tells me it's time for me to go. Concentrate, focus on the Hunter's Mark. I can already feel my body fading away...
