Chapter 1

A field of white flowers with a full moon gazing over them. And over by a big tree a old man in a wheel chair sat while a few feet away a man in a trench coat leather gloves and a trifold hat with bandage hiding his left eye. And wearing a face mask of leather.

They were gazing at each other for a small while before the old man spoke. Rising from his chair chuckling and grabbing a blade from his jacket that must have been three feet long it. Similar to a scythes head but shapened on both sides so it could be used as a curved blade. "Dear oh dear, What was it. The hunt, the blood or the terible dream. Oh it dosent matter, it always comes down to the hunters helper to clean up after these sorts and messes."

He then swung his blade behind him and it clicked onto a mechanism and it expanded into a deadly form. With the old man using his left hand to catch it and bringing over his shoulder. The weapon he held was a scythe worn from years of use on anything but gardening. But still looked as dangerous as a beasts claws.

Everything seemed to stop and nothing could be heard. Then the old man spoke while the hunter before him got ready to defend himself. "Tonight Gerhman joins the hunt."

The hunter dodged a slash going for his leg as Gerhman flew past. And had to dodge again and again as the scyth tried to grab his back to bring him closer and then uppercut him. The Hunter had his weapons ready on his back had blunt object that looked like two slabs of metal with double hooks running down its sharp side. And his left side in a holster was a flintlock pistol with engravings on it. In both hands he held short knifes that looked like they were glowing silver from the moon.

Gerhman took a few steps forward and tried to grab the hunter again. Instead of letting himself get grabbed the hunter rushed in ducking under the arm and started to do a few slash's. Gerhman jumped away before he could sustain more damage. He unhooked the head of the scythe to use as a saber and took a blunderbust from his coat out.

The hunter hooked his knife tips together and swung them to snap them together and sheathed it. He took his pistol out and his other weapon. "Ah a beast cutter such a brutal weapon and the pistol evelyn made by the Vilebloods. Your blood must be rich to use that heh hahaha." Gerhman spoke out as he was readying his assault.

The hunter then spoke to his Master and his friend. "Why are you trying to fight me Gerhman. Or is your body not your own is a beast has strimgs attached to your body."

Gerhman stayed silent for a few seconds then spoke again. "You should have bent thy knee I am doing this to stop you from becoming me. The Nightmares over and the dream is near its end. It will not let your body be brought back to life here when you die now. All I can do is make you forget so you may not have to suffer."

"... Gerhman theres no saving you is there. My master, NO my friend I shall free your soul thats entrapped in an endless cycle." Gerhman didn't say a thing and hid his face. "She will do to you as she has to me." It was only a whisper. But the hunter just barely with his hightened senses.

Gerhman dashed forward and went to do a swing from left to right the Hunter used the pistol in his left hand to disorient him. With this small window the hunter switched the beast cutter into its trick form and swung. The weapon extended like a whip and ripped gerhmans chest apart but the old man didn't seem to care as he shot back with his own firearm.

It was like a small cannon as it shot a big ball out of it the Hunter went to dodge but it got his left arm. The hunter winced in pain as it almost overtook his mind. But he suffered worse such a 'small' wound wouldn't distract him. The Hunter quickly injected a vial of blood in his side. His arm then twisted and healed from the blood the coat arm was gone but his arm was now able to be useful.

But with the loss of his firearm he took one of the many throwing knifes on his strap around his chest that held his bullets along with other essentials. They both went at it for a while barely able to do any damage to each other.

Now they were a few meters apart both breathing heavily. The Hunters cloths were shredded and Gerhmans were too. They both stared for a minute then charged at each other. Both jammed a blade into each other fetaly wounded the other. "Well done good hunter. *cough* If only… we could have fought alongside each other rather then against in the end." With Gerhmans last words leaving his lips he slumped to the ground dead.

The hunter was soon to follow but he seen the moon turn red and a beast emerging from it. It had no face only a hole for one an tentacles acted as its hair. Its body looked very slim and made up of blood stained bones and some flesh. But before it could reach him he heard a voice. "Do you wish things turned out differently. Or wish there was a better ending to your path you walked upon."

The voice seemed calming an relaxed the hunter. Just like the dolls lovly voice always did. He then spoke out his mind. "Yes." It was soft but needing answer to the mysterious voice. Then he felt a pull and with no life left he let it take him. He could hear the creature made of bones shriek out in frustration but he did not care.

In the wilderness outside the Einsberns Castle in Germany

A small figure in a night gown was running through the snow. Her hair was as white as an angle's wings and her eyes were as red as a blazing fire. Or it was the determination that burned in her that made her eyes seem to blaze.

In her arms was a stone tablet originating in greece or somewhere near. "Just abit further then I can summon heracles." Then as if the world denying her a howl was heard with more joining it. The girl jumped from the sound an tried to go faster. Then she heard what made those howls closing in on her. From the corner of her eyes she seen a wolf lunging at her.

She tried to duck but got knocked off balance and the tablet was sent off the cliff next to her with the wolf. "NOOO! I just got to the summoning circle, am I gonna die out here." She turned her head to see the wolfs get closer. She was to scared to do anything now as they stalked closer.

'Maybe if I do the chant i can get someone any servant to save me.' She started to do the chant to summon any heroic spirit she could. Then a wolf jumped at her and she dodged again but it ended up scrapping her. Her blood flew onto the circle an it flashed but she was busy on summoning to notice. With the last lines being spoken the circle was empty.

"What n-nothing came, no one appeared to save me. Its just like mommy and daddy again." With her distracted with the circle a wolf went to pounce but before it did the circle flashed again and a figure launched itself at the wolf. It whimpered before dying an hung on the figures weapons.

The little girl slowly looked behind her and seen him. Her savior, a man in a trench coat, tri folded hat and mask. All she could see was his left eye that was bandaged but it glowed red with what seemed to irradiate hate for what the wolfs were about to do.

Time stopped for a moment then the hunter threw the wolf off the cliff he killed. "I lost a child once. Never again will I lose another to a beast. May god show you mercy for I bear non." And he dashed off in an instant slaghtering the wolfs and ripping their flesh apart.

The girl hid her eyes but could hear the beasts shrieks and pain as they died. And it all stopped which made herself stiffen. Then felt a coat be gently placed on her shoulders an then a soft caring voice spoke. "Its cold out here let us get you someplace warm." She felt super warm in what seemed to be her servants trench coat an looked up. She could see that he was looking at her with his right eye since his left one was bandaged an no red light was being emited from the left.

"Do you have a place to go so you can get warm?" He asked her.

"Y-yes, a castle that way". He nodded and picked her up holding her to his chest as he walked back with her in his arms. "Tha….. thank you so much for saving me I'm Illyasveil". He kept walking and Illya thought he didn't hear het until he spoke.

"Nice to meet you just call me Hunter thats all I'm left with as a name now or my class being Berserker."

Authors Note

Hi this is not my 1st attempt at a fanfic but its my 1st i posted on here and I don't know if I actually did any good or not on it. But I felt as though I may as well post it or something to try and entertain someone that would like to see a crossover like this. If a certain enough people like this I may do more and make them longer. If so I'll make a pile of a few chapters and post them every month or 3 weeks since I am bad at writing and farming in Fate go takes time on certain events. So with that said Legion is out.