(Authors note: Disclaimer don't own any of the characters or premises in BloodBorne except the lads I made up. I'm sorry it takes awhile for me to publish these stories, I've not much time as an American high school student so Ihope you can forgive me that. Anyway enjoy my latest tale.)
"So you want a transfusion do you?" came the grizzled voice of the elderly man in his wheelchair. "Indeed I have." I replied and laid down upon the cloth and metal gerdur. "Well you've come to the right place, Yarnham is the home of blood ministration." He wheeled himself closer to me and stated. "But first you need a contract." His white beard hair grazing my arm. He pulled a small piece of parchment and a pen with red ink. "Your name?" "Corvenuse Hastrand." I replied smoothly. "Reason?" "The Hunt." The old man chuckled lightly at that and I felt my fists ball angrily. "Payment Method?" I sighed knowing the answer wasn't truly to my liking. "Service." I growled out. The Elderly man finished off the parchment and placed it in a satchel. "There all signed and sealed" he placed a needle attached to a blood bag into my arm. "hmm from here on it may all seem like a bad dream" He half whispered half growled and leaned much closer. I noticed then the bandages over his eyes and I frowned. Why the devil was I receiving treatment from a blind man? What had he just plugged into my arm? I attempted to sit up but the blood coursed through me and I felt I could not move. I heard the man began to laugh as my consciousness slowly faded away. My eyes open groggily as I attempt to move but cannot. I manage to look to my side and notice the blood pool upon the ground. Slowly a creature emerges from the pool of blood and growls. Panic spreads through me as what appears to be some kind of tattered wolf emerges from the blood pool. It moves towards me with an outstretched and bloodied claw. Suddenly fire erupts from the outstretched arm and spreads to the rest of its horrid body. Its corpse falls to the ground in cinders and a small sigh of relief escapes my lips. A weight is felt upon my legs and my arm. I look up and am met by the horrid faces of pale skeletal beings crawling upon my body. Panic again shoots through me as they crawl towards my face. Everything fades to black as they hover above my eyes making horrid breathing noises. Again my eyes open but now I sit up and I am relieved that my body can move again. I stood carefully from the little cot and look around angrily for the old man in his wheelchair. I was going to give quite the piece of my mind and probably my fist to that blasted old bugger, wheelchair or no. I angrily walked down the dark halls of the clinic grumbling to myself as I went. As I traveled down the halls I began to hear a strange huffing and growling sound coming from around the corner. I realized that for a Yarhnam clinic this place was also strangely empty. When I had stepped inside this morning it had been full up, now there was not a soul in sight. How long had I lain on that cot, writhing in those panicked blood dreams? Stepping around the corner I realized my nightmare had not ended. Hunched over amidst several rows of empty and bloodied cots and feeding upon the corpse of a man was the same creature that had emerged from the blood pool. Its fur was a jet black and its claws were as long as I remember. Fear paralyzed my spine as I stared at this beast, unarmed and vulnerable without my gear. Seizing upon my courage I slowly take a step back. Right into a small tray of medical tools that shake and fall to the floor, clattering noisily to the ground. The huffing and chomping stops as the beast lifts it's bloodied maw from it's meal. Slowly it turns to me, it's glowing yellow eyes full of hunger. I look for something, anything, to try to defend myself with and lunge for the largest scalpel I could find, sitting upon another tray of medical equipment near me. I hold it in front of me with a shaking hand as the monster approaches. Like a cornered rat I let out a scream of desperation and charge forward the scalpel clasped within my hand. The beast roars and leaps forward its curved dagger like teeth sinking into my left shoulder. I scream in pain and stab the beast in retaliation. The beasts teeth release from my shoulder as it jumps back and roars in pain. I fall to the ground, blood pouring from my shoulder as I prop myself up with my good arm. The beast had recoiled several feet and I could see what I had done. The scalpel was lodged deep into one of its eyes and it was attempting to claw it out with it's front claws. I looked down at my bloodied arm and knew I was done, blood was pouring from where the teeth had punctured my arm and I could already feel my strength leaving me. Before coming to Yarhnam I had seen men die from wounds much smaller than these and yet I struggle to my feet. Pain trying to snatch my breath away as my legs struggle to lift me from the ground. The beast had finally managed to claw the long scalpel from its eye and it stared at me, the hunger in its remaining eye accompanied now by rage. I took a deep breath and thought of how unfortunate it is that I would not be able to see my sister again. Gritting my teeth I charge forward as the beast did the same. My fists balled I let out one finale cry and I feel its teeth bite into me head for but a moment before everything went black. My mind wandered in oblivion until I felt the cold of cobblestone beneath me. My eyes open and I gaze, bewildered, at a large house seated at the end of the cobble stone road.
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Blood. It's all i can see. The crimson red of life that now coats my vision. I don't know where I am. I can't see anything but red. I feel something squishy under my hand. I think I crushed it. I think I hear a yell, a scream maybe? I can't tell. It's as if the blood has congealed in my ears and the world outside is muffled. I feel a pain, sharp and true. It penetrates my stomach and I feel my feet leave the floor. Something hard is pressed against my back, or maybe the other way around. The strength leaves my arms and legs as the blood slowly bleeds away from my eyes. Several men stand before me, I think they have a pitch fork. I look down at my stomach and realize it's been stabbed. I look back into the eyes of my killers and I reach out my hand. My clawed bloodied hand, strange. The men simply stabbed into me harder and the residual blood fades to darkness. My eyes shoot open and I sit up in a small clearing of flowers and dirt. The side of a large wooden house visible just beyond the flowers.
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The glass jar of eyes shattered as it hit the floor next to the white garbed women. "Leave this place!" I screamed as the silent member of the choir approached me. Her bladed cane gleaming menacingly in the moonlight. "The Church has no place here anymore!" I yelled throwing another jar of eyes at the women. She moved to the side as it crashed against the wooden floor and shattered. Eyeballs rolling across the floor. I grabbed another jar as I steadily retreated towards the open door. The choir member cracked her cane and it spread out into a bladed wipe. raising it up into the air and she slices it across the air and my chest. The air caught in my throat as I stumbled backwards out the open door. My left hand clutched at my bleeding chest as I propped myself up with my right. The silent church agent closed in on me, slamming her cane on the ground to shape it back into its normal form. "You pathetic beasts will never ascend to the plan of the great ones. The blood of the old ones will be your undoing" I choked out furiously and stared the white robes choir women in the eyes. At this I could see a small frown crease her mouth as she stood over me. With a finale move she shoved the pointed end of that cane through my chest, and my heart. As I bled out in the moonlight my vision fades to black, ready to embrace oblivion. However I awake. In a field of beautiful flowers and faded tombstones, with a wooden house visible behind a great tree.