Bloodborne Twin Ch. 2

Bloodborne belongs to FromSoftware and RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth

U/N: Just made an update on this chapter. I fixed a certain part of this chapter due to my realization of an error in the geography and sun dilation. So I'm sorry if this came up in your email.

The boy sat there in the small clearing, on his knees, crying. Tears were streaming out and his eyes were starting to get puffy. He was confused but mostly heartbroken as to why his rabbit Jasper would run from him. He always took good care of Jasper since the day his parents took him out to the pet shop and bought Jasper as a birthday present. Since then, for three years, the two had been inseparable. So imagine his surprise when Jasper decided to hop off his arms and run straight into the woods.

It just didn't make any sense, why did he do that? Did he do something wrong? Was he not holding him right? Perhaps the call of being with nature was stronger than their bond? The questions swirled around in his head, but he couldn't answer them; he was too devastated to think about them.

He was about to accept that Jasper was gone and never coming back when, hearing past his own sobbing, he heard footsteps ahead of him. He looked up, and coming from behind the tree was a stranger in a strange yet ominous outfit; the white wooden mask draped under the hood being more ominous especially, but the stranger was holding something in her hands. He looked more closely and realized that what she held in her hands was a rabbit, but it wasn't just any rabbit. He could recognize that grey fur coat anywhere.

It was Jasper.

"Is this your rabbit," the stranger asked somewhat nervously as she offered Jasper out to him. Meanwhile the Hunter observed the boy in detail. He had pale white skin, blue eyes, and brown, medium length hair. He wore navy blue overalls, a white striped t-shirt, and brown tennis shoes. She could only estimate that he was around the age of seven or eight.

After realizing she was still holding Jasper he stood up, but didn't come any closer to the offered rabbit. He felt very nervous around her, not only because he felt a very ominous aura about her, perhaps due to her outfit, but because she sounded nervous towards him too. Which to him it sounded strange coming from her. So when he looked at Jasper he realized he showed no struggle whatsoever, as if he felt comfortable around her.

'Maybe she's not that threatening,' he thought.

For the moment he still struggled to decide whether or not to accept Jasper back from the stranger hands, but suddenly she got down on one knee while still offering out Jasper.

"Well?... Do you want him back?" She asked calmly.

At that moment he finally made up his mind, if Jasper wasn't afraid of her, then he shouldn't be either. Taking a brave step forward, he cautiously walked up to the stranger holding Jasper, and after a few more cautious steps he gets a good hold of him, then pulls him away from her and took a few steps back while holding him firmly but not tightly. From feeling the fur coat with his hands as he pets him to the sound of him purring, it made the boy feel so relieved to have him back as it made him smile softly.

But then there was still the stranger that was still kneeling before him, and now that he was standing somewhat close to her, he had a better look at her outfit. There were four things he noticed on her person.

One: there were silver bullets and knives slotted along her bandoliers.

Two: a strange, highly decorated pistol strapped to her left coat hip.

Three: a strange blade strapped to her left hip which also was underneath her coat.

And four: there was a larger weapon strapped to her back. It looked like the handle and hilt of a sword peaking out from behind her right shoulder.

Judging by the gear and ammo she had on herself this could mean only one thing, but he just had to ask to confirm it.

"Umm, are you a huntress?"

She paused, she didn't know what to tell him. While spending her long night in Yharnam, she was told from the voices of the angry Yharnamites that the hunters were never as liked as they used to be. Of course, in their blood induced madness they always hated outsiders since they believed that they were the ones who started the curse when in fact it was the Church which started the mess with their quiet, extensive abuse of the Old Blood. Which led to even more atrocities during the time. But this was not what gave her pause, because instead of calling her "Hunter" the boy called her "Huntress." The name sounded vaguely familiar to her, yet she couldn't remember where she heard the name. She could ask him what "huntress" meant but it would more likely draw more suspicion and fear. She could only hope that it had the same profession in killing monsters.

On the outside, though, it only took her three seconds to come to a decision to just answer honestly and hope for the best.

"Yes," she answered.

The boy took only a second to process her answer before turning his face into surprise, and it was not a look of fear but more like, excitement?

"Oh my gosh that's so cool," yelled the boy ecstatically, and for once in her entire nightly career as a hunter this reaction REALLY took her by surprise.

"I have so much I wanna ask you," he continued as he started asking questions faster than her mind could process. "Do your weapons have names? Can I touch them? What's your Semblance? How many monsters have you killed? Can I have your autograph?"

Meanwhile, the Hunter kept being mentally taken more aback with each question thrown at her while her mind tried to make sense of it all. Why is this boy being so excited about seeing a hunter? Hunters were hated and thankless, not loved and adored.

And what the bloody hell is an autograph!?

Before her mind could go into overload, she had to stop him from asking so many question.

"Whoa, please, slow down will you," she chuckled softly as she put both her hands up in a gesture of telling him to stop. Stopping him made the boy feel embarrassed for the outburst.

"Heheh, sorry about that. It's just that you guys are my heroes," said the boy sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head out of embarrassment with his one hand while still cradling Jasper in the other.

'Did he just call me a hero,' she asked herself mentally while still being surprised by the boy's optimistic view of hunters yet again, but she shook the thought of heroism to the back of her mind. Her night in that cursed city showed her the horrible reality of what being a hunter really is. On the Hunter's Night, there were no heroes; just a bunch of killers doing their job, keeping the city safe from being overrun by the plague no matter the cost, and the only people who were called heroes eventually gave in to the blood and became the monsters they hunted. Sure, she saved a few from being killed during the long night because of her conscience, and there were only three people who thanked her kindly for helping them. But it just felt like it wasn't enough.

She was never cut out to be a hero.

"Look, I'm...," she began to say, but she never got to finish what she was going to say when she suddenly saw flickers of light deep in the forest. Then they both heard someone, more like two someone's. An adult woman and a man by the sound of it, calling out to someone else in the woods. The tone of their voice sounded desperate and worrisome.

"Lavi, Lavi where are you!?"

"Where are you son!?"

"Mom, Dad," Lavi asked himself.

He didn't know why they were looking for him at first, but then he realized after looking around him that he was deep in the woods where he shouldn't be. He was told many times by his parents to never go in the woods, but he got so worried when Jasper ran away into the forest that he threw caution to the wind without a thought. So now he was here, with Jasper in his arms and being completely lost. He would have been scared if only the huntress wasn't there with them.

He turned to see the Huntress still kneeling there but her hooded mask had turned slightly to the right in the direction of his parent's voice. Before he could say anything she beat him to it.

"Those must be your family, right," she asked calmly and with a caring tone. He replied with a nod, "how about I take you to them, just to be safe."

"Okay," Lavi happily agreed, more than eager to be reunited with his mother and father and leave this forest.

The Hunter stood up in the direction of his mother, then looked down at him as she extended her left hand out for him to hold on to. "Stay close to me, and don't try to call out to them until we're close enough, okay?"

"Okay," he reach for the Hunter's hand with his right hand after putting the rabbit back down, and soon, with both their hands held firmly together they walked (and hopped) into the thick woods in the direction of Lavi's parents.

For a minute they walked through the darkening woods in silence as she lead him towards the moving lights where his mother and father seem to be at, calling his name from time to time. The reason they were being this quiet was because experience had taught her that beasts could be lurking around any corner. Call her paranoid but she'd rather be safe than sorry, but Lavi's parents on the other hand didn't seem to know how to be more subtle even though she understood their current plight. Although in hindsight they did provide themselves as a beacon for the two to find them, but the resulting danger still remained the same. Which is why the two of them started walking a little faster to reach them before something bad happens, but it didn't take long for the parents to spot them.

"Who's there?" the father gasped.

The light suddenly turned in their direction, stopping the two in their tracks. It blinded her even with her mask on, so she couldn't tell who was flashing at her. At least they didn't have to come any closer. And for some reason she had an odd feeling that two guns were being pointed at her.

"Who are you, wait...," it took a moment for the man to realize that someone standing waist deep in the bushes was with her, and to his surprise and joy he recognized the boy as Lavi along with the rabbit, "son!?"

"Dad," Lavi called out, he loosened his grip on the hunter which became her cue to let go of him. Both father and son ran to each other, the boy's mother being close behind. Soon his father stopped and kneeled down while at the same time spreading his arms out, ready to hug him. The two finally came to an embrace, his father holding him a little tighter as if fearing to lose him again and soon Lavi's mother came to their side and laid her hand on the boy's shoulder as they both spoke of how glad they were that he was okay. The rabbit of course stayed by his master the whole time.

Meanwhile the Hunter observed the couple from where she stood now that that blinding light wasn't on her anymore. From what she could see from her position; Lavi's father had brown, short scraggly hair, an angular bearded face, and light tanned skin. His muscles were above average when noticing his sleeves rolled up showing his arms. From what she could see of his clothing he was wearing a red tartan pattern shirt, cotton jeans, and hiking boots.

Lavi's mother had light pale skin, her face being sharp and angular. She had red, shoulder length, wavy hair. She had a hard time seeing her eyes but she figured they would be green knowing them. She was skinny, that much she could tell even with the clothing she wore. She wore a long sleeved denim shirt, cargo jeans, and gym shoes.

What piqued her interest more than their appearance were the items they had in their hands. She had a flashlight in her left hand, something that she had never seen before, and the man had a lantern strapped to his hip, but those were not important. What got her attention were the suspiciously confirmed weapons that were once pointed at her, but they looked more foreign than the hunter weapons she was fondly familiar with. The woman held what seems to be a rifle with a flashlight strapped under the barrel and had an action lever in her right hand, and the man had on the ground what looked like an updated version of a blunderbuss with a straight barrel.

Anyways, after a minute of giving a few words of relief to the boy their mood then changed to the one thing that parents knew best... to that of scolding.

"What were you thinking going into these woods all alone son," the father scolded him after he set his hands on both sides of the boy's arms, "we told you not to go into these woods!"

"But I was worried about Jasper," he replied, his voice disheartened and his head lowered in shame.

"I know you care a lot about Jasper, but you do remember that Grimm don't harm animals," his mother said sympathetically yet at the same time felt more like a scolding.

"I'm sorry," his head continued to stay low while Jasper stood up with his front paws on his as he tried to give him comfort.

The father sighed, but then he realized he almost forgot about the stranger with the outdated outfit and the strange hooded mask standing silently behind them the whole time, making him a little apprehensive. Especially when said stranger seemed armed to the teeth with weapons that looked too strange and outdated to be useful against the Grimm. He then addresses his son again, "I'm just glad that you both are all right," that helped lighten his guilt as he looked up to his father with a soft smile, but he wasn't done talking yet, "but tell me, who's this stranger you brought with you?"

His soft smile faltered a bit, and he looked back to see the Hunter was still standing several feet away from them. Then he smiled again at the thought of introducing them to the Huntress.

"Oh, she's a Huntress, she's the one who found me and Jasper," he explained as he turned his head back to looking at his parents.

"Actually," said the Hunter neutrally, surprising the two adults and making all three of them to look back at her. That made it her cue to step forward making the parents clutch the child a little closely. She understood the reason given the circumstances of her presence, and so she continued forward until she stopped just a foot away from them, "it was these two who found me." Her answer made Lavi's parents look confused, be she wasn't finished yet.

"And yes, I am a Hunter," she finished. To her it felt like a little white lie somehow when saying it to the boy's parents. Even though to them it sounded like the truth, but in her mind the definition of "Huntress" seemed to vary differently from "Hunter." Although she wanted to say that she had retired as well, but she decided not to on account of needing to gain their trust.

"Are you sure," asked the father skeptically as he stood up with his shotgun in both hands, "you seem to look more like a highwaywoman than a Huntress."

"Appearances can be deceiving," she countered, "but I can assure you, I have killed plenty of beasts so I know what I'm doing."

He took only a moment to think on her words. The way she called herself as a "hunter" felt a little off, but every word she spoke of on killing these 'beasts' sounded true and with a hint of pride. Maybe by 'beasts' she referred to the Grimm, he wouldn't know. He should give her credit though, she did keep the boy safe and close to her while escorting him to them, but that still left with the question of trusting this stranger. Because of his long career he had seen plenty of colorful Huntsmen and huntresses with up to date designs, but to see a huntress of such outdated and near sophisticated attire he would have hazard a guess that she was old, but her voice sounded like she was young so like she said; appearances could be deceiving. Guess he just would have to trust his gut instinct and see it for himself when it happens, but for now he just wanted to get his wife and child back to the safety of the village before the sun is down, and having an extra gun would not hurt if she agreed to help.

He looked back at the strange huntress, "We're heading back to the village before nightfall, want to come with us? It's better to have safety in numbers and all that."

"Certainly," she nodded and replied. It didn't take much thought for the Hunter to agree, considering she needed insight on where she currently was and a safe place to stay for a night or two.

"Good," he then looks down at his son, "now hold your mother's hand, okay son?"

"Okay," he grabbed hold of his mother's hand and soon after that, the four of them, plus Jasper the rabbit, went in the direction of the village while Lavi's father took the lead.

They all walked in silence save for the snapping of twigs and the rustling of grass, the rising sounds of bugs and the croaking of frogs. Which after a while of walking things started to slowly tense up all around them as the sun kept slowly sliding down behind the vast forest and making the place grow even more dark. The three adults were on alert; the father holding up his dimly lit lantern in the direction ahead of him and pointing his shotgun, his finger on the trigger, in any direction that sounded or even looked off. The mother meanwhile did the same thing as she looked from one side to the other with her lever action rifle (with the flashlight being turned off) in one hand, her finger also on the trigger. Meanwhile the Hunter didn't move her head but listened to anything that was out of place, her hand staying very close to her hunter pistol.

It stayed like this for a while until someone finally broke up the tense silence.

"So miss Huntress," asked the mother kindly which got the Hunter's attention, "my name is Ginger Clansy, and my husband's is Quinn."

(It's not really in a southern accent, just letting you all know)

"Hey," added Quinn passively as he continued to scan their surroundings.

"What's your name?"

"...Ella," the Hunter answered neutrally though a little reluctant.

"You sound like you don't want to talk."

"It's not that, it's just that I'm not used to having conversations."

"Why is that?"

She sighed, "well... in my line of work, I tend to keep staying busy hunting that I would rarely stop to even talk," she kind of half lied. It's not that she didn't want to start a conversation with these people, heck these were the sanest people she had ever met. It's just that most of the Yharnamites she met would rather kill her and never ask questions. It was that terrible a night that there were only a few sane people left who had gotten to know her name, and having conversations during the Hunter's Night was vanishingly rare for a hunter in Yharnam. It was conversations like these that helped her feel human and sane, and this was a way of building trust rather than shooting, or slicing, or murdering.

"So you're a solitary Huntress," asked Quinn curiously after hearing the conversation unfold.

"Yes... I am."

He hummed and nodded, then he returned to his lookout, but out of curiosity he asked her again while looking straight ahead. "Well if you don't mind telling us, where are you from Ella?"

"I'm from... I'm from...," Ella faltered, she searched through her memories to find the name of her homeland, but for some reason they kept coming up blank. This may be bad given her situation. All that she could remember was that it started with an "A" or an "M".

"Argh, I-I can't seem to remember my homeland, I think it... starts with an A... or an M, or was it a V," she says this while planting her hand on the forehead part of her masked face. This amnesia of hers was going to get her into more trouble than she realized. Thankfully, they were willing to help her out, making her feel a little glad that they had no idea about her predicament.

"Is it Atlas," he asked.

They were rather surprised that she couldn't remember the name of her home Kingdom, much less the continent. How could one who had worked as a solitary huntress forget her home they may never know.

"No, that's not it," she replied as she shook her head, although she would admit it sounded a little familiar.

"Is it Anima? Mistral?" asked Ginger.

Suddenly, a memory started appearing in her mind. She remembers playing with who she assumes is her sister in a largely fenced yard. They were playing next to a small, manmade pond filled with koi fish as they threw fish feed to watch them eat. 'Could that be my homeland,' she thought, but she couldn't linger on the thought since she had to make her answer, even if it was a lie, on a more positive yet neutral note.

"Yes," answered Ella, "I believe that's the place, thank you."

"You're welcome, though I'll admit I'm a little confused as to how you couldn't remember your kingdom."

"That," added Quinn, "and why you're so far away from home."

"It's... too complicated for me to explain, I just don't want to talk about it." She didn't want to tell them. 'Besides, will they really believe that I was trapped in a world full of blood, plagues, death, and bestial monsters? Probably not,' she thought.

"I see, well we're getting close to the clearing, so let's stay quiet until we get behind the walls."

'Walls,' she asked herself.

As much as she wanted to ask about this village she had to get back to staying quiet and listen. That's when she heard it, coming from behind her. The noise it was making was a good distance away but she could hear it lurking about, snapping twigs and moving through bushes, and it was never in one spot for too long. When she looked in the direction of the noise she could only make out half of the shadowy creature, and what looked like spikes protruding from its back. This thing somehow reminded her of something as an image came in the form of an older woman reading a story to two little girls. The Hunter could only assume that she was one of the girls, and as for the story, it was something about monsters, but she could not remember their names.

It was not only her but the tight knit group heard the commotion as well, making them more alert than ever.

"We need to move more quietly, so keep your heads down," whispered Quinn.

They all went down to a crouch as he turned off his lantern and continued slowly to the edge of the woods, making sure to stay as quiet and careful as possible. For a while they remained undetected while the unknown creature lurked about, being none the wiser. It confused Ella, her hunter experience had taught her that any predator with a nose can sniff out prey, but it would seem that this beast was trying to sense something else. As she continued to ponder on their behavior and just when they were all near the edge...

SNAP!

The snap of a twig was heard, and it didn't come from anywhere else but the group itself. They all froze where they crouched, all three pairs of eyes looking to the one culprit responsible. It was the boy himself as he kept his foot on the snapped twig feeling very guilty and scared of what would happen next. Then suddenly they heard a snarl like that of a wild dog echoing from behind them, making them realize to their horror that the creature had heard it too; not surprising considering the snap was considered loud enough to be heard by almost any animal in the forest.

They all looked, including the Hunter, in the direction of the noise, and to what she could see through the darkness that it was clearly standing up now; glaring at them with its glowing red and yellow eyes that were like the pits of hell. It had a skull with red markings that gave off an intimidating appearance.

Then it roared with an instinctual hatred for all sentient beings as it charged toward them.

"Cover your ears, son," Quinn barked.

The boy closed his eyes and covered his ears as hard as he could, knowing what was coming next. Then the three adults stood up and brought their weapons to bear, took aim, and fired when the beast came halfway. Quinn and Ginger fired their Dust rounds at the monstrosity; Quinn's Fire Dust Pellets littering its body while one of Ginger's rifle bullets blew off one of its arms at the joint. It was quickly taking so much damage to a point where it ceased to function as it crashed to the ground, dead and now disintegrating, but it wasn't the Dust rounds that put down the beast. It was a well placed shot between the eyes by a single quicksilver bullet, fired by a hunter pistol that instantly put the beast out of its bullet filled misery. Even if it was ignoring the pain in order to fulfill its malicious objective.

Ella lowered her smoking pistol now that the beast was dead. Now that it was close enough she could clearly see what it was. It looked like a werewolf due to its size, the shape of its head and the prominent ears. It would have looked like a scourge beast if it weren't for the strange skull mask and the protruding spikes on its back and limbs. It even made her raise an eyebrow because it was billowing smoke out of its body as it slowly disappeared.

Suddenly the sight of this black beast gave her flashing images of drawings, some of them resembling exactly what they are, from the hand of a child to a detailed drawing, and in those images the voice of a woman who sounded older and vaguely familiar gave them a name.

Beowolf.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Quinn barked out orders. "When there's one there's more, we need to run, Now!"

As if on cue the growls of many beowolves could be heard throughout the forest. Quinn slung his shotgun to his back, and picked up his son. Soon, everyone was running out of the woods and onto the field revealing the fortified village; its walls being made of both stone and wood. Outside the walls were farmhouses yielding small crop fields. And surrounding it was the open field that stood between the village and the woods giving the defenders a strategic view.

They were halfway through the field when Ella stopped and turned towards the woods. She could see the malicious, glowing red eyes staring back at her from the dark woods.

"Ella what are you doing! Come with us!" yelled Lavi when he turned to see the Hunter's back to him.

"Be with your family, child," said Ella calling back as she turns her head halfway, "I'll take care of them."

"Don't worry son, she's a huntress, she can handle herself," said Quinn reassuring him as he continued to carry the boy to the fort along with his wife and the rabbit.

While they ran for the safety of the walls the Hunter prepared herself for a fight against a somehow familiar foe she never faced before. As the beowolves crawled out of the woods she pulls out Simon's Bowblade, and in one swift motion the blade splits in two, transforming into a bow. She grabs a quicksilver arrow from the side of her coat and knocks it to her bowstring. She pulls it back, and as the bowstring stretches so does the arrow. She crouches into a fire ready stance, readying her aim.

When one of the beowolves roared, it signaled all the others to charge, and once she chose her target she let loose the arrow as one thought ran through her mind. They better have enough numbers to take her on, because tonight...

The Good Hunter joins the hunt.

Well here you go, Chapter 2 is done. I hope I've written this well enough to keep her identity a secret for now. As for her PTSD, as Evinco messaged to me in a review, I'm not sure about that yet. I know I'm never going to have her lash out at an entire village just because she mistook a few Faunus for the beast plague, but she is going to have some form of PTSD knowing she still remembers Yharnam.

So let me know what you think of this chapter in a review.

See you next time.