Hello readers, welcome to my first fanfiction, and the prologue of this story. Just some heads up, I have written before just never on this site, and first person is not my favorite, as I love being the god in third person, but after some D&D and reading some actually books in first person I hope I've gained enough KNOWLEDGE about it that this story doesn't fail me. Now… LET'S DO THIS!

Nightmare or Dream, we're all prisoners

The Hunters are off, hard at work as I pray to the very monsters they hunt down for their safe return. This terrible hunter's dream has shown me so much pain and death. Many hunters have passed through, but all were ended by the Great One my paleblood hunters currently seek. I've heard the echoing sounds of Hunter's death before, and then the Doll sets off to craft another grave and mourn. A cycle that has been repeated many times, but there was once a time before this horrid cycle some have called "Dream". A time before Flora, the wretched moon demon that shackles me. Sadly that time has slowly faded from me, anything I didn't hold on to that is.

Time passes, and once again my hope and faith in my Hunters' quest wavers. But then I hear it, a great wail, the cry of an infant, then silence. I race through my mind, thinking of what had just transpired, and then from the corner of my eye I see it. The workshop, it's been set aflame. I stare at the sight in shock as the hellish fire dance across the wood, yet it fails to consume it. As I watch the strange phenomenon I realize that the cycle has been broken, the accursed child of the Great Moon Presence and Queen Yharnam is dead. Then the bell sounds, signaling the return of my Hunters and confirming my hopes.

As I ready myself to congratulate them I feel my skull ache. The moon glistens slightly, and I hear a humming sound. When it all fades I process the new instructions from my captor, I must fight my Hunters. I look down at my hands as I feel a tear fall; oh it's been so long since tears fell from my weary eyes. I thought they would free me; my first sign was the blood moon in the waking world. Now I must slay them, oh what a cruel fate, as to never be freed.

"I've grown too old for this, of little use now, I'm afraid..." I muttered to myself as more tears fall. "Oh, Laurence... Master Willem... Somebody help me... Unshackle me please, anybody... I've had enough of this Dream... The night blocks all sight... Oh, somebody, please..." I said aloud as I dried my tears, then looked and glared at the moon.

"I won't."

Just then I felt a power take over my body, and I had no control. Even now I'm just a puppet. I can't even blink, and yet I see all, feel all. I watch the two Hunters walk through the gate and into the mass grave site. The white flower covering made the soon to be battleground look peaceful.

"Good Hunter, you've done well, the night is near its end. Now I will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed from this terrible Hunter's Dream," These words came from my mouth yet I had not said them.

The Hunters looked shocked to hear this. They turned to each other and whispered, discussing what I said no doubt. I would kill them and they would leave the Dream. The only thing is I wasn't sure if that would happen. Did Flora truly just want them as another grave with this lie, or would the loss of their memories be enough to stop them from hunting anymore. The hunters turned to me and the boy standing to my left spoke.

"Gehrman, my sister and I both know that you only want what's best, but…"

"We can't forget, we're Hunters, and we refuse," the boy's sibling finished.

Now it was my turn to be shocked, to just turn it down such an offer. If I could forget this suffering I would, if I could refuse the cup I hold I would, but I would never pass it on. I see even I couldn't forget all of this, because if I could remember Maria it would gladly keep these memories. They can't forget either, I would smile if I could but it seemed that there was a frown on my face. They turn to leave, but I stop them with my voice.

"Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn't matter…" I reach for my blade, my only friend that would never lie. "It always comes down to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sort of messes," With that my blade turns into my first companion, a large, worn scythe. "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

I lunge towards them swinging my weapon, the Burial Blade, in a large arc from my right. The female hunter rolled under the blade, as the boy took a large step back. The young woman, who I believe is named Kayla, swung her short sword, the Blades of Mercy, upwards in a reverse grip, in an attempt to slash at my back. My knowledge of the art of quickening was put to uses immediately and in a cloud of smoke I appeared behind her with my curved scythe blade around her waist.

"You must accept your death, be freed from the night," I said in a loud voice as I pulled hard on the staff to bisect her.

Then was surprise, she turned to a cloud of smoke and evaded my attack, then retreated to her brother's side. When had she learned the art of quickening… no she held a bone, and now I understand. Now I wonder which of my students does she hold.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked his sibling.

"Now's not the time to worry about my heath Marcus," his sister responded as they both took a ready stance.

Both wore traditional hunter attire, the boy held Ludwig's holy sword in his right hand and a repeating pistol in his left hand. While his sister had split her blade into its dagger form with a hunter's pistol on her hip, and rifle slung around her. I slowly walked toward them as both took a step back, and I shot forward.

With my scythe raised over head I slammed the blade into the ground and grabbed my blunderbuss and shot at them as I pulled my weapon free. I jumped high into the air and shot toward Marcus. He dodged my first swing, but with my momentum I spun around and with my second swing it cut through the thin hunter armor and into his flesh. And there it was the first drops of red to stain this white garden, this sacred grave site. From that last swing I disconnected the curved blade from the staff, placing the folded handle on my back, and then pulled my pistol from its place on my hip.

I twisted my body to my left and swiped upward, but missed as he dodged. Only cutting through his hat and knocking it to the ground. I stepped forward and brought the blade down but he parried it with his long sword. He used both hands to hold his sword against my strength, so he then found my pistol shoved into his chest. The shot fired, and he fell to his knees, taking this opportunity I holstered my pistol and raised hand, to run him through with it. Then I felt a surging pain in my side, looking to my left and saw his sister had taken deadly aim with none other than the piercing rifle. I felt the spiraling bullet travel through me, and I could feel it tear through any organ in its way. It sent me spiraling off my feet and crashing towards the ground. I would need to take blood for the wound, but the one holding the strings saw I was alive, and so I quickly rolled back onto my feet.

I raised my pistol and fired two shots at her. She skillfully evaded the ranged attacks as she ran toward me with the daggers in hand. We clashed with demon like ferocity, attacks always being parried, dodged, or slightly nicking the skin. Our attacks were quick and precise, but I was winning. She was running out of stamina and wouldn't be able to keep up much longer. She was becoming slower, and was only trying to buy time for her brother as he took blood. Then the moment was mine, with both of her daggers she went for a thrust. I jumped and dodged the attack, and fired a shot with great aim toward her brother, as I once again brought my scythe out.

I landed behind her, my scythe under her arm, as the blade reached across her chest. I pulled back, letting my blade bite into her skin, and then I pulled up. The sharpened serrated metal raked across her skin and launched her forward, screaming. Her left arm fell to the ground in front of me, her shoulder separated from her collar. In the hand of her lost arm, the old hunter's bone she used, and one of her daggers. I knew blood could heal many things although I've yet to see a severed arm grow back, but she tried. She lied in pain, and quickly scrambled for her blood vials, stabbing two into her tight, she only closed the wound; quickly two more were stabbed into her arm. As she was going to stab a fifth one into to her body, her brother grabbed her hand and stopped her. He comforted her quietly as I approached them.

I didn't want to do this, yet I've felt nothing. It was like the many times where I watched Hunters get slaughtered by beast and was helpless to do anything. I could only stare on hollowly. Marcus stood in front of her, his gun to his side, as he rubbed fire paper along the blade. He glared at me coldly and with a look of betrayal.

"Why?" Kayla spoke for them, and I answered.

"Because my fate… it can't be yours," I said sadly, but more than that I was in control, and I finally knew that I had to killed them, to finally wake them from this bloody Dream, now I've truly joined the hunt.

I shot forward to give Marcus a quick end, but was surprised when I was knocked back. Kayla had raised her arm and summoned a tentacle that knocked me away. I was in a daze as I rolled across the field of white and red, I looked up only to see Marcus, as he pulled his arm back and jabbed it upward into my stomach. I spit up blood and he violently torn his arm out of my body. My hands hit the ground as I looked at the now red flowers. More blood spilled from my mouth and stomach, as Marcus sheathed his long sword, and from his back pulled a large great sword of fire and brought it down towards my body.

Time slowed, and I felt a great power build up and burn in my body. With a great force it shot out, putting out the fire paper, and launching the sword and Marcus away from each other. My wounds faded, my body strengthened, now this was the end of the nightmare, for them or me.

"You'll forgive me when you're free," I spoke loud enough for them to hear.

As I walked forward, both hunter stood and slowly walked back. I jumped into the air and Kayla took quick steps back, firing at me, while Marcus ran for the sword that was standing in the ground. I stayed suspended in the air as I decided my target, then I swung my scythe. A large gust of wind cut toward Marcus as he retrieved the long sword portion only. He held onto it as the spinning blades crashed down onto him. A huge cloud of dust rose as Marcus was launched into my line of sight, sword in hand, and multiple cuts along his body. I slowly descend to the ground, a dust cloud now blocking my view of the two Hunters.

I watched as the cloud slowly began to fade, and both Hunters shot out towards me. Kayla was the first, she stabbed at me with her single dagger, and each strike was easily dogged. I jumped back and swiped at her feet, and she jumped and raised the knife over her head for I strong strike, but with my momentum my scythe swung around my body and I hit her away with the staff's blunt end. She let out a grunt as it met her rips with a crack and sent her rolling across the ground. Marcus then reached me and thrust his sword forward, which I evaded with a simple sidestep to my left, and then sung my scythe from the right. He jumped back and evaded the blow, then lunged forward, swinging his blade in an arc towards me. Quickly I grabbed my blunderbuss and caught the sword with my gun.

I felt a sharp pain in my side as Kayla had returned and slashed from my left side across my back to my right. I clenched my teeth, dropped my blunderbuss, and swung my scythe toward Marcus. He quickly jumps over the blade and towards me. He spins around in the air and brought his sword down toward me, luckily I brought up my scythe and pushed away the blade with my staff. But defecting the attack only opened up the opportunity for him to attack again, this time with help. Kayla came from his left and sung upwards with her dagger as Marcus swung downwards. Both attacks were blocked, but with their combined strength they were pushing me back.

Putting some slight arcane into my action, I spun my scythe around with immense force, and throw their weapons from their grasp. I then swung my scythe towards Marcus, who was on my left, first. He stepped forward and grabbed both my arm and the staff of my weapon, stopping it with a grunt of effort and slight pain from the force of the swing. Kayla reached back and pulled out the other half of the blades of mercy, which she must have retrieved after I launched her away from me. With the dagger in hand she sunk it into my flesh and in between my ribs into my lung. This was followed by her discharging her pistol into my chest, and Marcus ripping my scythe from my grasp. Kayla used the old hunter bone; she must have retrieved with her weapon, and let Marcus swing through her and into my chest.

I crash to my knees as he ripped my own blade across, through, and out of my chest. This was my end. Marcus dropped my weapon and stepped away, as did his sister. I looked towards the sky and smiled. A tear fell from my weary, dry eyes.

"The night, and the dream, were long…" I said, as my arms rose to the sky reaching for something, some comfort, then I fell forward laying in a puddle of blood. "Oh Lawrence, Master Willem, and Maria, my beloved, will I finally join you?" and with that final whisper my mind faded to black.

Hey so yes I do know his real move sets, but I wanted him to be better… I guess, so I added stuff, cool. Anyway hoped you liked that. I've been wanting to write a Bloodborne and RWBY crossover for the longest time now. Sadly this was not my idea… I found this challenge while checking to see if a story was updated. So I made my account, and started typing away. Thanks to Valphorion for letting me bring his idea to life. Check out my wattpad… plugs, sorry. But for now I bid you, "Farewell my keen hunters. Fear the old blood."