I glared at Gehrman, how could he possibly have done any of this? Ash fluttered onto the well-kept garden, the putrid smell of smoke lingered in the air. I tightly clenched my saw cleaver, trying to find any reason not to kill him.

"Gehrman, what is the meaning of this?" I said, anger cracking my voice. Gehrman laughed, his voice wheezy and weak.

"Good hunter, you have done well, the night is near its end. Now I will show you will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed from this terrible Hunter's Dream," Gehrman said, looking at me from under the brim of his hat. Rage bubbled inside me. He destroyed my one safe place. And for what? Some convoluted bullshit that no one in their right mind would understand.

"I refuse," I replied. Gehrman seemed genuinely surprised. "I won't forget everything I've done. I will not leave this Hunter's Dream," I continued, grabbing my pistol from my pocket, I knew full well what he would do next. Gehrman chuckled.

"Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn't matter... It always comes down to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sort of messes. Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt…" Gehrman said, pushing up on his wheelchair, standing with next to no problem. He reached behind his back, grasping the shaft of some sort of weapon. With quick, concise movement, he unsheathed the weapon and jerked it away from him, extending the weapon to its full length and stirring the petals of all the nearby flowers. The long shaft led to a scythe blade, emanating with the aura that I could only assume to be the Great One's. I quick-stepped back, extending my saw cleaver to its full length.

"Gehrman, it doesn't have to be like this," I said, preparing myself for the coming battle. Gehrman rose his head, allowing me to see the eyes previously hidden by his hat. They glared at me, yet Gehrman didn't seem angry. Rather, sad, perhaps concerned. I sighed, getting into a position to fight. "I suppose I have no choice." Gehrman dashed forward jerking his scythe forward. I jerked my head away from the scythe dodging it. I smirked, he's slow. Suddenly, Gehrman tugged back, the blade catching onto my neck and cutting deep into the back of my head. I rolled forward, managing to escape its grasp and swing the cleaver forward. The blade hit against Gehrman's leg, making a dull thunk as it clashed with the wooden pegleg. I grunted, quick-stepping back from Gehrman. I reached into my pocket, grasping a blood vial before injecting it into my leg. I felt the pain in the back of my head fade, tossing the blood vial to the ground beside me.

I haven't even managed to land a hit on him and I'm already down a blood vial. I took a deep breath, nineteen left. I quick-stepped forward, swing my saw cleaver forward, transforming my saw cleaver back into its short-range form simultaneously. The blade tore Gehrman's shirt, yet missed his actual body by a mere hair. Gehrman grunted, swinging the scythe down. I rolled out of the way, the blade digging into the dirt where I had just stood. I guess he's faster than he looked, if I had not fought Maria prior, I might have died just then. Too bad for him, I had. I sheathed my saw cleaver, taking out the Holy Blade I had kept on my back. The weapon was far slower, but I only needed one hit now. Gehrman jolted forward, raising his blade to hit me. I shot my pistol at Gehrman, staggering him for an instant. I plunged my sword into its sheath and tugged the expanded sword forward. As long as he stood still a second more. I thrust the blade forward, aiming for Gehrman's chest, yet just as the blow was about to land, he rolled out of the way. I pulled the sword onto my shoulder, watching as he circled me.

"I must say, you move fast for an old man," I complimented. Gehrman didn't say a word, eyeing me up and down. My posture was not desirable, to say the least, especially for one in the midst of such a fight, yet I felt he knew that. I would not have gotten as far as I have it I was not skilled. I glared at him, he was the same way. He has probably survived many more hunts than I have. I laughed under my breath. Of course, he has, this is my first one after all.

I reached into my back pocket, pulling out fire paper and sliding it down my weapon. The paper sparked and ignited the blade in a dazzling fire. I had to attack first, every second I waited was a second longer he could plan his attack. I rolled forward, slamming my weapon on the ground. Dammit, Gehrman must've dodge as I moved forward. I looked to my right, Gehrman had his blade fully extended away from him. What was he doing? I stood tall and dashed towards him, spinning my weapon at him, to no avail. Gehrman was far faster than I could've predicted. I grinned, reaching into my pocket and grabbing a bone. I clenched the bone tightly in my hand and I felt energy course through my body. I stowed the bone back into my pocket before backing away. I doubt he knew of the Old Hunter's bone. I had to be careful though, I was down five quicksilver bullets if I ran out then I'd be royally fucked.

"Gehrman, may I ask a question?" I said, holding my flaming blade just above my shoulder. Gehrman remained silent, yet had stopped not too far from him. He was not close enough to attack, but if I could get a bit closer… I took a step forward. "What happened to the hunters?" I questioned, his eyes widened before easing back to a glare. "I know about the fishing hamlet, but I still don't understand what happened to them," I said, taking another step forward. I just need to get a little bit closer. "Perhaps they all found out what beasts really were, after all, they had just orphaned the child of Kos. That's right Djura left, correct?" I continued pressuring him, taking a couple of steps forward. Gehrman seemed to be drifting in and out of the fight. Perhaps remembering what had once been. "Or perhaps it wasn't the hunters' choice. Did Laurence force the disbandment of the hunters?" I took one more step forward, I was close enough. "Or maybe, they all died?" I asked. Gehrman's hand shook, his eyes looked at the ground. It was then I noticed all the crosses littering the garden. Perhaps they did die? Then again, that would explain the nightmare. All that blood. I gulped, no more time to think.

I rolled forward, thrusting my blade forward. I was faster than before, thanks to the bone. Gehrman snapped back into action, but it was too late. My blade plunged into the left of his stomach. Gehrman grunted in pain, dropping his scythe and falling to his knees. I looked at him with a grin.

"Hunters must hunt, old man," I said pulling the blade from his stomach. Gehrman grinned back at me before collapsing on the ground before me. I gasped, I must say, for how short it was, it was tiring. I dropped my weapon, collapsing to my hands and knees. "Old man…" I said, looking at the back of his head. I lay down, rolling over to look at the sky. The moon seemed to shine brighter than I had ever seen it before. The hunt truly was long. I pushed myself up once more, rolling Gehrman's body over. Blood had stained his raggedy clothing and his hat had fallen off his head. I brought my hand up and slid it down his face, closing his eyelids. "Rest in peace," I whispered, standing up once more. I began walking out the garden when I felt something. A powerful presence behind me. I turned to see a beast, floating down towards the garden with elegance.


So, I was sitting down and watching some Darkeater Midir videos because I think its a cool looking fight. So I went to write some fanfiction about it, naturally, and I came across my Bloodborne fanfiction and I suddenly got the inspiration to watch some Bloodborne bosses. I watched Gehrman's boss and I was like, damn, I want to write about some Bloodborne. So here is the "Teaser" for the upcoming Bloodborne fanfiction I'll be writing. This fight will be taking place post-this story so don't expect to see this in the story anytime soon. Actually, this story will probably be re-written in a far better style than this. So yeah, hope you enjoyed. Leave a constructive criticism, please!