A/N: Hey guys! Sorry to spring this on ya, but I couldn't get it out of my head! It needed to be done, though most would say Dark Souls fits this crossover better, but I feel with Bloodborne, a lot more can be accomplished. Anyway, let's hop to it and see what I can get done!

"Seek Paleblood to transcend the hunt." These few words started my blood-filled journey, but even now, I still don't quite know what the meaning behind them was. In fact, there is still quite a lot I do not know. Why was I thrown into such a ridiculous and insanity-inducing thing such as this? How many have come before me, doing exactly as I have? What will happen once I find what I need? How long will this tiresome dream persist before I am able to move on?

These questions ran through my mind as I stared at the burning building I once called home. I couldn't really call it anything else, as it felt like I had been in this dream for years. The shock on my face is still there, as I try to process everything at once. It just didn't feel real. Nothing ever really felt real when I entered this Haven called The Workshop. The scent of ash filled my nostrils while my sky blue eyes stared blankly. My dirty, green hair flowing in the ever present wind that accompanied this nightmare. Finally, I regained what was left of my composure and found my eyes landing on the porcelain doll. One of the few items to greet me when I first awoke here. Without any sound, I approached her, her head slowly turning towards me.

"Good hunter, you have come...Dawn will soon break...This night, and this dream will end. Gehrman awaits you, at the foot of the great tree." She says in a monotonous voice. Even now, it still sends shivers down my spine. I simply nod, and turn to head towards Gehrman. "Goodbye, good hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world."

The cobble path is wet, as though it had just rained mere moments ago. I approach the withered, rusted gate, now wide open, as if welcoming me inside with open arms. I'm greeted by a view of beautiful, white flowers. Crosses are dug deep into the soil along with graves. So many, that it felt like an entire village was buried here. I resist the urge to shudder, my instincts telling me to tread cautiously. I finally see him. My aid. My mentor. My dear friend. I couldn't help but smile solemnly.

"Hello, Gehrman." I greet him from afar, taking my time to approach him. He doesn't say a word, merely eyes me from his wooden wheelchair. His worn, old clothes swaying in the wind.

"Good hunter, you have done well. The night is near its end. Now, I will show you mercy." He says, his dark, grey eyes staring into me as if pleading for something. "You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed…" He states, dragging along that final word as if it held as much weight as the beastly scourge. "...From this terrible hunter's dream."

Minutes passed before us, as if nothing else existed but ourselves. I wanted to scream at him, question him about the dream, about the hunt, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. We were both tired, him more so than I. Still, the growing pangs within my heart tried to force their way through me. With a shaky voice, I questioned him.

"What about you…? You'll be stuck here, cursed to watch over this place and watch the people you've taught die by your hands, or worse, become the very beasts they're sworn to eradicate. Don't you find it sad? Isn't it lonely? Isn't there a way to just end it all!?" I finally screamed the last sentence, my anger and frustration overcoming me for a mere moment. With his tired eyes, he looks upon me, judging my very being. He gives a sigh, and I could see a hint of a smile before it was wiped away as fast as it had appeared.

"Good hunt-"

"No! At least call me by my name! I deserve at least that much."

"Alicia, I have been here for as long as I can remember. I've seen many hunters come before you, all unique in their own way. I merely serve this dream, as much a prisoner as you. It is not the burden I wish to extend to others. I can only relieve the shackles on the hunters who are whisked away here. It is my only solace in the choices I have made." Gehrman looked away from me, as if remembering something sour. "Do not pity me, for I am not even worth the dirt upon this soil. Merely let me show mercy, and undo your shackles."

I hesitate, tears clearly present in my eyes. Here he was, a man I so desperately want to save, and yet I can't even reach him. I clenched my fists, the gloves of my hunter uniform squished and rubbed together. I nodded, a sad smile claiming my damp face. The tears freely flowed, unable to stop them. I turned away from my mentor, my knees landing upon the flowers. I heard his chair creak as he stood, a loud click echoed through the field as I see a shadow overtake my body. The wind from earlier halting, as if time itself was stopped. I Look out towards the vastness of this white void, only now noticing how beautiful this place was. Even if it was nightmare, it was still something I held precious.

Swish

I saw the world turn upside down, my head rolling away from my body. I saw my form crumple, the blood staining the once white flower petals. I could see Gehrman's tall figure poised above my body, his trick weapon, a magnificent and deadly scythe, held loosely in the palms of his hands. As my senses grew dull, I faintly made out his words.

"May you find your worth in the waking world." The world around me faded to black.

I shot up, whipping my head around as if desperately trying to regain my bearings. I breathed heavily, clutching a hand to my neck as I felt for a wound that wasn't there. I took a few deep breathes, closing my eyes and reopening them. The dull, dark place I was in didn't really ring any alarms in my head. It was too dark to really gain any details, but it was still light enough to move around without bumping into anything. I dragged myself up, using a piece of what I could only assume as a wall to support myself. Nausea ran through me for a brief moment, before I calmly kept it under control. Bright, white light illuminated behind a door,faint sounds coming from the other side. I pushed it open, and in an instant, the whole space was covered in light. I immediately shut and shielded my eyes from the onslaught, grimacing as I moved forward. My eyes slowly adjusted, my body taking in the warmth of the sun while my eyes studied everything within sight.

"This is the waking world…?" I questioned myself. A crowd of people walked to and fro, while carriages were being drawn by malformed beasts. Shacks lined up the outer edges of the street, some selling fruit while others sold porcelain wares and gems. I looked behind myself, the door I came through being replaced with a narrow, dark alleyway. It was quite an odd sight, to say the least. I shook my head, taking a step forward. Suddenly, I jumped back. I quickly reach for my weapon, only to feel nothing there. Shocked, I looked down for a split second before turning my glare back onto an unsightly beast. It was covered in hair. Small, brown animal ears were adorned atop its skull. It looked much like a house cat than anything else.

"Nya?" It said, tilting its head slightly, as if to give a questioning gesture.

"Unsightly beast…" I cursed under my breath, waiting for it to attack me. Its face soured, looking at me as if I had offended it.

"Unsightly beast? Well, how rude! Someone should have taught you some manners, young lady!" It said, storming off in the opposite direction before finally blending in with the crowd. I blinked owlishly, trying to take in what had just happened. I observed the empty spot where the beast once stood, then looking out into the crowd. Only now did I realize my mistake. The whole area was bustling with different forms of beasts. Some looking more reptilian while others took on human features. However, the ever present smile they all seem to have had threw me off as to whether they were all truly "beasts". I quickly turned away, walking halfway down the alley before stopping.

"Just what is this place…?" I asked myself. Out of habit, I reached into the hand bag draped across my waist, pulling out a decently sized book. I opened up to a blank page, and began sketching what I had just seen. Ever since I began the hunt, I had been taking notes, drawing the different forms of beasts, both big and small. The notebook even had messages I had recently come across throughout the hunt archived. I wrote little notes next to the drawing of the beast(?) I had just encountered.

"Was the waking world always like this?" I asked myself, placing the sketchbook back in my bag. I checked everything inside it, making sure all my vials and items were still there. Snapping my finger, a tiny bubble appeared on the ground. Growing in size as I bent down to get a better look at it. No later had I crouched, four grotesque beings crawled out of it and greeted me. I didn't panic at all, for there was no need to. After all, these little things were what we considered helpers. The doll called them "Little Ones", though I haven't the faintest Idea as to why. I merely call them messengers, as they deliver messages across the void. My guess is their names have long been erased through the ages of time. I remembered how Gehrman said I would be disconnected from the dream once I awoken, but the little ones are proof that I am somehow connected. I merely shook my head, leaving the pondering for later.

"Hello, you cute little things." I greeted, a small smile came to my face as I looked onto them with warm eyes. They seemed to love being called cute, some looking away as if to feign bashfulness. I couldn't help but chuckle at their antics. "Could you perhaps grab me my weapons? I seem to have lost them."

They froze for a moment, looking between each other before pulling out a blue scroll out of the void.

"Hmm? What do you mean I have them?" I questioned. They simply pointed at the palms of my hands, to which I sent my gaze down to them. There were two etched hunter marks, the bold, black symbols pulsating slightly along with my heartbeat. I gave my palms a confused look, staring deep into the runes before something caught my eye. A black mist appeared out of my palms, taking on the forms of my trick weapons. The familiar weight in my hands snapping me out of my stupor. I looked on, making sure they were indeed my weapons.

The square, segmented blade of the Beast Cutter in my right hand greeted me as I gave trigger on the bottom a firm squeeze. I whipped it through the air, as if slugging a bag across my back, and the segmented blade split apart, following the arc I made before collapsing back into it's previous form, albeit a bit longer. I looked down, and saw the piercing rifle in my left hand. I smiled brightly, feeling the sensation of my arsenal of hunting tools back in their rightful place.

The marks seemed to be little slots where I could store my blades and guns, the fact being blatantly obvious as if I simply focused on them, I could bring out and hide the tools at will. I was pretty handy, as calling the messengers seemed to slow me down immensely when in the middle of a hunt.

I thanked the messengers, the cute little things bowed their heads before dissipating and leaving not even a trace as to where they were. I quickly dusted myself off, equipping my hunter's mask and old hunter cap. traveling down the opposite way of the the bustling street.

"Let's see what this new journey has in store for me." I said, taking quick, but cautious steps through the Alley. Of course, No one ever realizes beforehand what they would soon experience, but I can't help but wonder, in hindsight, that maybe, just maybe, had I done something other than walk down that alleyway, I might never have had to experience the grief I feel now.

[Chapter End]