Hello everyone once again, and welcome to "Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings" once more. Now I know that the last chapter seemed rushed, and it most definitely was, but I promise this time will be different. There's no reason to dilly dally on small things such as that, but let us get right into the next chapter, shall we?

"Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings; Ruby Rose and the meeting of the Old Hunters"

"Experience is a part of one that carries with them for life, only their body not being able to keep up with them. The part of being young is being able to react faster than the mind allows, which allows for such simple mistakes. The true mark of a Hunter is the skills they keep with age that not only destroys one's mind, but also their body, for a Hunter never truly fails until their hunt is over and they have escaped the nightmare that rests in all of us."

-Old crippled Hunter found on the outskirts of Vale in a wheelchair

"I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death."

-Hunter Weapon designer, Biologist, Doctor, and Mechanic; Leonardo Da Vincet 1*

"The way of the Hunter is something trivial, but also simple. Courage is being scared to death…and continuing to hunt anyways."

-Random Hunter riding a horse with a whip at his hip 2*

The young girl in the red cape leaned up against the tree breathing softly while looking up to the sky. Her breath leading out small puffs of air escape every few seconds. Is was neither sadness or hatred that sat in her eyes, but rather that of an empty void on the brink of destruction. Her silver eyes seeming darker than the black of night, and completely opposite of the snow that surrounded her.

The only thing that seemed darker was the black mist that rose around her body from the few mangled bodies that were strewn across the field in front of her. The chin fell as she stared at the last body beginning to disappear over time. Her eyes never left the center mass of the body, even when there was nothing left.

She let out a soft sigh and lifted herself off the tree. She took a step forward, and quickly turned around at the sound of a twig snapping behind her. Her weapon was already clanking its gears reading itself for combat once more, only for her to see two individuals standing in front of her.

A man with a large grey cloak, and a top hat upon his head, sat in a wheel chair being pushed by a strange pale woman dressed in a clothing of old and a bonnet sat upon her head. All their eyes met, and a smile crept onto the old man's face. The woman's face sat expressionless as they stared at one another.

"Seems like another Rose has blossomed in front of me once again. My luck is sometimes either the best or worst; I can hardly tell anymore with these eyes of mine."

A shy smile appeared upon the girl's face as she turned away and retracted her weapon onto her hip once more. She walked forward to the old man with a smile on her face and held out her hand.

"My name is Ruby…"

"Rose. Ruby Rose."

The girl stepped back in amazement with stars in her eyes. She leaned forward with curiosity in her eyes.

"How do you know my name? Are you like that of a wizard or a retired Hunter?" The girl beamed with excitement.

A laugh escaped the old fellow as he leaned over to the girl.

"Almost like that young Hunter. I came here for that exact reason too."

Ruby tilted her head trying to wonder what he could have come here for. There was almost nothing here besides the Grimm and…

The two leaned away from one another, a saddened look appeared on her face.

"You…you knew my mother?"

"Ah yes I know your mother. Quite the Huntress she is; could almost compare her to my first student if I must say so myself."

A soft smile appeared once more upon her face. "She was a student of yours?"

The old man corrected himself in his wheel chair as he motioned to both the girl and the pale woman.

"She most definitely is. Each Hunter experiences a nightmare once or twice in their life, and who else could lend a hand in that moment besides a Hunter such as myself. I can see connections between the two of you already, though that contraption of yours is something much different than what we hunted with back in the day."

"What was it like to hunt…however long ago that might be if I might know?"

"It always got your blood flowing, the beast inside of you almost felt like erupting whenever it got the chance. Some Hunters embraced the beast while others rejected it. Myself always found joy in using a weapon such as yours and your mother's."

"You use a scythe as well?" She questioned slightly louder than before.

"It's all different with time young Hunter. I wouldn't have minded showing it to you, but I'm afraid I left it back at the workshop with the rest of the weapons as well; apologies."

Ruby shook her hands in front of her. "No, no, no. You don't need to apologize for something like that. I'm just really into weapons if you couldn't tell; I made this baby myself." She patted the weapon on her hip a few times.

The old man laughed once again, and the woman smiled slightly, but just continued to push the wheelchair forward towards its destination.

"I never introduced myself young Hunter; my name is Gehrman of the Workshop, a pleasure to meet the daughter of my student."

The old man bowed in his chair and Ruby returned the gesture herself. The two continued on forward, walking in between the trees as snow fell from the sky above them.

"Why are you here in this forest without a weapon Professor Gehrman; that is if you are considered a professor?"

"Just Gehrman is fine child. I came here to visit the same reason you did, to discover what is gone from this world, and as for my weapon; I came to realize that when you focus on a single thing without any emotion besides the end goal, these beasts leave you alone, much better than the beasts I used to fight."

Young Ruby nodded her head and placed her hands behind her head and continued to walk on. Silence stood between the two only to be interrupted ever so often by the soft howling winds of the cold. Neither of the two seemed effected by the cold, especially the pale woman even though she was the most lightly dressed of the three.

Ruby held out her hand towards the woman pushing the wheelchair. She glanced towards the girl and her hand that was reached out to her.

"My name is Ruby Rose, by what you've probably heard already; what might yours be?"

She stopped pushing the wheelchair and let go. She bowed towards Ruby and received the same gesture from her. "You can call me Doll young Hunter. I am just a simple creation made by man, so pay me no heed." She took ahold of the handles of the wheel chair and began pushing forward.

Ruby began to think on her words, but pushed them off as Gehrman waved her towards him. She walked slightly faster and made her way up to his side. Silence still stood between the two as they walked, but soon they came upon an empty clearing which contained a simple headstone that stood on the edge of a ledge overlooking a massive forest.

Sadness came upon the face of Ruby Rose as she glanced towards the headstone. She turned her head to see the face of Gehrman and noticed that he had a smile on his face. Was he pleased to find her mother's headstone, or was he just different in the head. He was old, and had the possibility of being senile.

What surprised her was when he stood up out of the wheel chair and made his way over to the headstone, leaving both Doll and Ruby standing next to one another. Ruby made a small step towards Gehrman but was stopped by the hand of Doll resting on her shoulder. She turned to her and saw Doll with a finger on her lips, and in that moment, she saw that Doll had very strange looking fingers attached to her hands.

"Gehrman was a Hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here, in this dream…such is his purpose…"

Ruby tried to open her mouth to question that very reason, but instead she kept to herself.

She saw him pullout a strange looking piece of metal and noticed that it was a bell covered in a strange red color, and was riddled with cracks. A strange voice came from around her as she closed her eyes.

"One of the resonating bells that cross the gaps of worlds. This bell is cracked and stained with the blood of beasts.

A human must expend Insight to ring this uncanny bell.

The old Hunters, who have long passed from the dream but cannot forget the feeling of the Hunt, rely upon messengers to relay their thoughts. Ring the bell at their side, and they are certain to give for a listen.

For the night of the Hunt is long, and unchanging"

Ruby opened her eyes and he was no longer at the tombstone were the bell sat, but instead he was next to her once again covered in his cloak and Doll holding the handles of the wheelchair.

"I see…Well, it was quite something to see the daughter of a pupil of mine. I do hope we meet again in the future, especially under better circumstances, and not in that of a nightmare."

Ruby winced at the thought of meeting in a nightmare, but again she questioned by what he meant by that. They started to walk off, but Ruby caught up to them quickly.

"Are you leaving already? Could you tell me of what my mother was like as a student? How she fought? I just wish to know more Gehrman."

The old man sighed as he stopped moving. "Worry not child for the experiences will be much better than the ones your mother is experiencing." He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small necklace that had upon it a small piece of metal that looked like a tooth. He held it out in front of her.

"You must promise me something child, and do not take this lightheartedly like those do now some days, understand?"

Ruby nodded her head.

"Once you take this, you take the responsibility, and the will of all of us old Hunters, and such a task should not be dishonored; understood?"

Ruby nodded once more.

"If you ever find the need to wake up and escape the nightmare, please, just please promise me that you will find me and let me release you from the pain. Promise me this Ruby Rose, daughter of Summer Rose."

Ruby held out her hand, clenched into a fist and placed it over her heart. "I promise Gehrman of the Workshop."

The old man sighed once more before holding the necklace out to the young Hunter. Ruby held out her hand and let the necklace fall into it.

"You are now a Hunter in my eyes Ruby Rose, do not disappoint me or any Hunters that follow the path of the Hunt. We are honorable even in the worst of days, but one thing must remain true. Do not become the beast we are destined to become; become something more than human, or wake up from the nightmare and live the life free of pain."

Ruby nodded her head slowly, understanding as much as she could from the context she was given. The necklace in her hands growing colder overtime, but warming up the moment she thought of becoming a Hunter.

"As I said before young Hunter; may we meet under a better time, and a sun that sits above us instead of the everlasting moon. Goodbye Ruby Rose, may the nightmare be kind to you."

She bowed as the two waved to her while walking away into the deep forest, uninterrupted by any Grimm surrounding them.

Ruby lifted the necklace and placed it around her neck. The feeling of becoming a Hunter in someone's eyes warmed her spirits and she went on her way, but not before looking back at the headstone that stood strong on the ledge behind her.

"I guess I'm just like you now mom. Hunters for the people, and for mankind." She smiled and walked off in the opposite direction of the two, and back towards home where her family was waiting for her, and a warm meal sat as well.

1* If you couldn't tell, it was obviously Leonardo da Vinci that I mentioned there, along with the quote as well.

2* This cowboy like individual was a cowboy in all of our hearts. The good ol' John Wayne, the best cowboy that ever lived.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter, and I don't know exactly what to do next. Please leave suggestions of the sort wherever you might wish to do so, be it PM or the comments. Since this is mostly oneshots, don't expect much of carrying on onto multiple chapters, which I will do if it is a good one to carry on, but please, I wish to please the readers and not just myself through writing this.

This is Professor Pancakes signing off for this mourning (1:09 AM) and I wish everyone a happy day.