A/N: And so I decided to make a crossover of RWBY as well as Bloodborne. I was half attempted to do Dark Souls again and incorporate the endings of the fire fading in the games but decided against it. I do want to give it a try but can't decide what. For now I made this with other stories I've read in mind.

Introduction

I've always been on top of the game at the top of every moment of everyday. I've been a Hunter after all for a very long time. Far longer than that of most hunters. I've fought and killed Gods. I've destroyed the Kin of the Cosmos to the point that I felt I would go mad from the secrets I came to retain. I have been granted eyes, oh sweet child of Kos, sometimes called Kosm. It brings me back to the Hunter's Nightmare I would frequently spend most of my time doing good hunter's work. I've been one of the more open mind hunters after all I was of Noble Scion. I've been forced by my mother and father to read a library's worth of books over history and much more. More than that my blood was sought after by the people of Yharnam and the healing church before.

My own personal abyss.

My one night as a hunter.

That one night is what set me apart all those who came before me.

Ah, where are my manners. I haven't even introduce myself have it? Forgive me, my being a hunter has really put a stain on my respective side it seems.

(The woman stood to her feet and gestured you with a polite curtsy.)

My name is Evelyn. Like the Cainhurst pistol, but that name is given to my enemies.

(The woman smiled gently at you before taking her throne before you. She sat with her left hand over her right in her lap and crossed her right leg over her left.)

My name is, or was, Eliana. Eliana Heartclock. Of the noble house of Heartclock I was bought up with my destiny already planned out for me. My family is said to be tied to the Vilebloods of forgotten Castle Cainhurst. I never followed with the ties but my "forbidden blood" has been desired by many. Enough to gain me many suitors for my hand. Father actually found a good one for me. A handsome man named Walter. I honestly wasn't looking forward to getting married, especially an arranged marriage. He was a good man and worth his weight in gold. Too bad for him it didn't work out.

I can't believe at a moment like this I'm thinking of my past. My personal profile has no weight on my current situation. I'm unsure if my actions have either destroyed me or liberated me but I know that I've just freed myself from the nightmare.

(The woman shook her head allowing platinum blonde hair and flow like silk shinning in the moonlight.)

The Scholars of Byrgenwerth in the dream, the waking world, and the nightmare all had a hand in what I've done to myself to free all hunters and myself from the Endless Cycle of the Hunt. The accursed blood that runs in my veins has never held me by the hairs like most other hunters.

(She allowed a brown gloved hand to flow through her hair with a wave. She huffed akin to that of a noble woman fed up with something. You cannot guess what.)

A lady must be dignified, after all, and never fall to something as primal as Beasthood. The form appears both disgusting and a nightmare on the body. All that hair. I almost pitied my church cousin Amelia when the blood turned her into a beast. I lost that pity though when she decided to attack me so, of course I was forced to put her down. Pity really. She was always one of the stronger and more pious ones and it showed.

I did my homework and studied the ritual to ascend to the heavens confront the presence of the moon. The most powerful of the Elder Old Ones, I've always assumed. I assumed wrong when it comes to raw power but status I suppose it is, was. The moon presence that used me as a puppet for its game. That used us humans and its hunters as little puppets. I don't dance to anyone's tune. No man and no God or Beast will ever claim it can control me. I played its game for a time but as I studied the Elder Ones and gained more and more insight in how they functioned I understood much more than that of the Scholars, the Choir, and even the Hunters. I've overtaken them in knowledge in my personal quest for the truth. I have fought and slain the Children and siblings of the Cosmos with my two hands and a gun again and again in this mission of mine.

I was never a fighter. I'm noble born and was treated as such for most of my life. Then I was inflicted with blood sickness. Even my highly rich blood was no match against that epidemic of bloodborne pathogens I was afflicted with. I was dying and I could feel it eating away at me little by little. So, I did as father instructed and made my way to Yharnam for some manner of miracle cure for this scourge in my veins. Little did I know the cost this cure.

(The woman clenched her fists progressively during her strange narrative. She breathed once or twice to calm down before looking upon you with the same indignation as before.)

My father told me that I had a "sibling" I never met. Her name being Maria who was taken by a man when the scourge took her from the family. Apparent she's my twin who came first in more ways than one. I didn't really think much of it until I saw my face on another person. Yes, she's a person even though she's not human. My sister became a hunter much like myself but her direction lead us into opposing sides. My long lost sister, who was over 67 years my elder, was protecting the ghost of an Elder One keeping any hunter away from it's body and the possibly to free her and my mentor from their shackles. I was forced to fight and defeat her. As a Hunter of Hunters I had abilities and power over other hunters that she didn't expect and that gave me the edge I needed to overcome her. Because of our relation I was able to save her with the use of the Great Ones' blood.

You know, I saw her later in the Hunter's Dream along side the Doll. I never noticed it before but the Doll was made in her and my image. It was strange but at least I freed my sister from her shackles. She woke up in the waking world, no longer a hunter, to find her worth. I'm sure she returned to our family. I didn't tell Gehrman though. That creepy old man.

(The woman scoffed in disgust leaving the name Gehrman in your mind.)

I was left as a hunter to uncover the secrets of the Great Ones alone. With my sister's knowledge and her own weapon I pushed and pushed further on until I figured out the truth. How the Hunter's Dream is just another form of the Hunter's Nightmare. That the presence of the moon was actually the Old One that controlled Gehrnam and every other hunter before and after me. I followed the steps of the ritual and devoured the pieces of the children of the Old Ones. I became much more than a hunter, much more than a Hunter of Hunters, and much more than even a vile blood. I became the container of the presence of an Infant Old One. Because of this when the Moon presence came down to take control of me, as per the ritual I've studied, it was stupefied when my body rejected its indoctrination and pushed it back. The look on its nonexistent face was priceless.

Then it attacked and of course I attacked back.

Underneath the world tree in a meadow of white lilies the old one and I combat each other. It was a dance unlike any other. My speed and bloodtwinge was pushed to the limits but in the end I slaughtered that Nightmare and freed us.

(The woman sighed softly before you.)

That's what I assumed from what I read. Little did I know the effects of all than knowledge, exposure to the eidrichs truth, and bathing in the blood of the forbidden would do to me. What that ritual was truly meant to cause. What this foolish woman forgo to bring into account. The Choir, the School of Mensis, the old hunters, and Byrgenwerth researchers studied the Great Ones as well as the Cosmos in hope of becoming a part of it.

(The woman opened her hands before you as if to reveal herself to you.)

I became a part of it. I became the next newborn child of the Great Ones. I brought mankind to its next evolution. I silenced the Mensis ritual and the child that came before. I slaughtered the nightmares that held my mentor and me chained to this world. I've done so much and yet instead of being freed from this world once and for all I've purged myself of humanity and became a major part of it.

For now I sit.

(The woman gestured to her seat.)

For now I watch. I wait. I train. I judge.

(The woman's smile turned vicious now that she focused her attention upon you.)

And I execute. Teehee.

(The woman's giggle was human but her eyes and the way she forced you before her in a bow made you see otherwise. She sees you as meat, a toy, and now you realize this.)

I've acquired my human form after a fair amount of years once more. I sit in wait for the next hunt I am to take charge of I'm sure. I sit here, tired and weary of all the stillness with not even doll to keep me company. I sit in my own personal workshop much like the one Gehrnam created in the waking world where the umbilical of the moon's lost child rested for me to claim it. I've waited and rested with a small goblet of blood next to me much like Maria. In fact, I colored variation of her clothing and have the same weapons as her except I have my Threaded Cane to my left and Rifle Spear to my right. I sit in my chair with knowledge I can still just barely understand but will never go mad from.

I sit in hope for an new hunt and a set of new hunters to venture out and destroy the children of the Cosmos I've let live during my time. For as long as there are Great Ones there will always Humans that research them to break the threshold. Those humans will always experiment and sin to the point that there will soon be a scourge. Where there is the scourge Hunters must rise to combat it. Where you have hunters there will be one to oversee them.

The truth I was hit with once I ascended was that my country and people are not the only ones. There are others across the seas. Other countries that may have it worst than ours. The truth of the land… I can see why Gehrnam refused to partake in the ritual and become a shackled down slave of the Moon presence much like Maria who came before me. This is barely a life. It's more of an existence any anything. I can only sit in wait thankful not to be an ugly monster like the rest of the Great Ones I've faced. A lady must look her best after all. Especially when she has visitors.

(The woman pulled a ornate pistol from her table and pulled back the hammer. You struggled against you bounds you to no avail.)

Intruders like you that wander into my land, into my dream, are a dime and dozen don't you agree? I haven't seen one as capable as you in a long time. I haven't given the Doll a hunter is much longer than that.

(The woman aimed her pistol as you. You saw a red aura surrounding her hand and her eyes glow into a near ghostly arcane blue. Those eyes placed fear in your soul. You can move and your left at her mercy. Her insane tale played through your head but now matter how may questions you came up with you were left wondering and scared. No answers came and you felt madness beginning to set in as your mains struggled to comprehend. A bell rang in your ear.)

Ahh, you hear don't you. You hear the bell. Yes… I've found a hunter.

(The woman placed her wrist over the barrel of the pistol and you watched blood from a small cut drip into the gun, soaking the bullet within.)

"We are born of the blood"

(She suddenly stated and made you shiver)

"Made men by the blood"

(She climbed up to her feet with the hammer back on her pistol.)

"Undone by the blood"

(This monster of a woman climbed down the stairs of her throne. Her eyes...)

"Our eyes are yet to open..."

(Her eyes turned from two the three, then four, and a blue and red hue surrounded her hands. The woman rose the pistol. From the angle it will go through your head.)

"Fear the old blood."

(A shot rang and then the light faded as little hands covered your vision.)