Bloodborne AU
Characters: Allen, Cross, Crown Clown
Premise: Introduction to Allen's place in the au. He's hiding a rather feathery secret…
Warnings: Some blood.
"Ow…!" Allen hissed in more of shock than pain as he felt teeth latch onto his inner elbow. He dealt with the pain and relaxed as the warm, feathery membrane wrapped around his left hand tightly. He watched the young Great One carefully, and its flat, masked face watched him eyelessly back.
"How long have we've been together, little Crown? Five years? And you still don't warn me when you're about to do that?" Allen asked with sort of flabbergasted amusement it sucked his potent blood out of him. So potent, in fact, that he had developed a symbiosis with this creature to decrease the amount of blood before it exploded from his veins. Crowned Clown didn't mind this agreement.
Allen felt a wave of dizziness hit him and sat down, always keeping his eyes on what Crowned was doing. It was a bit like a not-so-little flat feathery slug with many sets of wings that hid its membrane, and its main head was on one of the ends, made up of a masked face and many teeth that went around what could be called a neck. The teeth biting into Allen were not too long, perhaps 2 inches. Somehow, it was sucking up blood through its teeth.
"Do you want to eat some actual meat today? I could bring you one of those slugs or flies." Allen asked. Crowned Clown held him fixed in its masked, eyeless gaze as it started to creep around him.
The moment some wings stretched over his knees, Allen curled up. He mustered up the willpower and pushed the probing wings away with his right hand without looking. Crowned retreated, but Allen could feel its sadness causing this realm to ice over. It even began to snow.
"I told you that you can't come with me. You're too weak and you'll be killed on sight." Allen said sternly. He started to shiver and knew that he was nearing his blood-letting limit, "Okay, you can stop now. I'll bring you some slugs since you're hungry."
Crowned carefully let go of Allen, and touched the puncture marks with its membrane. Some blood and mucus was wiped over the marks, healing it almost instantly. Finally, it broke Allen's gaze and suddenly shot up to float-swim through the sky.
Allen knew it wouldn't leave so quickly without a reason, and snapped his claw hand/grappling hook into place on his right hand. With his left, he took his sword out and went up into a crouch.
"Who's there?" He demanded as he stood up. Very few people could get into this place, and they usually meant trouble if they were not invited.
A gunshot rang out, and Allen rolled back as the bullet almost hit his feet. His eyes instantly went in the direction it was fired and he charged towards the shooter hiding in the purple bushes of the forest that made up this place.
A sword clashed with a metal cane and Allen quickly grabbed the glinting gun with his claw.
"Hey, idiot apprentice." The grinning half-masked redhead greeted with a grin.
"Quit scaring me like this, master." Allen sighed. He sheathed his sword and unsnapped the claws from his hand.
"You always have to be on your toes. Even when you and that thing are 'having a moment'."
"I do this every week, Master. Haven't you gotten used to it?"
Cross ignored him. "That being said, let's go hunting. Don't faint on me this time." He walked off towards a small tomb resting on top of a frozen lake. With one last glance to the high-floating Great One that they had kept secret for so long, Allen followed him.
