New Moon of Yharnam

a Bloodborne and World of Darkness crossover


Chapter 7


Gavlan grunted as he was thrown into the walls of the sewer, but stayed on his feet as he landed on them, and swiped his silver sword up at the Werewolf that tried to grab him, forcing it to leap back with a snarl. After taking a moment, he looked to see Valtr in a stalemate, keeping the two focused on him at a distance with the Whirligig Saw, revving it at one of them when they tried to sweep around it. The League Master also kept a wall at his back, and thus was at the dead end of a hallway ensuring the two Werewolves couldn't split up to force him to choose one or the other.

"Damn you creature!" Gavlan snapped, annoyance in his tone as he addressed the beast before him. It replied visually by simply drawing the back of its claw across its throat, then pointed at him. A gesture that was very human in its meaning and demeanor.

Gavlan stood at the alert, and just barely heard the whizzing of another arrow giving him enough time to leap to the side, and just barely managed to once again roll with the impact of the Werewolf engaging him in melee to throw it off him and down the corridor as he quickly ran towards to slice it's back in twain with the sword. The creature shrieked as it felt the blade fell down into its back, and both blood and that pale green energy of these creatures shot out of the wound. The latter of the two substances evaporated in the air, and something about it made Gavlan felt a slightly energized tingling on his face where it touched his skin.

Gavlan, seeing an opportunity to take advantage of this, raised his sword, then brought it down on the side of the Werewolf, slicing a significant cut into the belly of the beast.

"GAVLAN!" Valtr yelled, and the Church Hunter looked up to see that one of the Werewolves that was harassing the League Master had turned their attention on him, and was charging him with a vigor that belied their frame. As it did so, it drew a tomahawk from a belt, then flung it in Gavlan's direction.

The Hunter rolled to the side, as the weapon buried itself into the brick wall, with only an inch or so sticking out of it. The creature snarled, taking a defensive stance in between him and the first Werewolf. Snarling angrily, they then scaped their claws several times, sending bits of claw into the air, to reveal that they had been sharpened considerably.

As Gavlan readied his sword, and approached it, it suddenly disappeared, as though it blinked out of existence. The Executioner stopped, taking a moment to look around. As the first Werewolf took it's time to crawl away from him, Gavlan pulled out a blood vial, only to hear a commotion behind him.

He turned to see another Werewolf, this one black with silver coloring tearing at a pipe. He noted that it had a bow and quiver of arrows wrapped around it's torso, and when it turned to look at him, had the appearance of a she-wolf version of the Scourge Beasts. She growled, and tore a gash into the pipe before stalking up to Gavlan.

As he looked back to where the injured Werewolf was, he saw that it had also disappeared. He was concerned about where it went, but turned his head back quickly to ensure the one that has switched to fighting him in melee then range didn't try to get a hit in. At least, that was what he assumed when she stopped just a short distance shy of being within arms reach.

He then pointed the silver sword handle to his Kirkhammer at the Werewolf, who scowled in response. the sounds of Valtr's Whirligig Saw whirring in the back ground and slamming into the sewer floor and walls echoed out, and the Werewolf Gavlan was in a faceoff with threw a knife at him.

As he deflected the knife, Gavlan ran up close to slash at the female Werewolf, who didn't charge at him in kind. Instead, she lifted her hand, and pointed the claws attached to the fingers thereof as she stepped back, maintaining the distance. A moment passed like this, when her claws suddenly and violently shot of her fingers, and flew out towards him.

Caught off-guard, they pierced Gavlan's robes, and he cried out as they burrowed into his flesh like the talons of a hawk into his stomach. He then looked up to see the Werewolf throwing an uppercut with the hand she shot out her claws with, and the force was enough to stagger him when they connected. She then ducked down low, kicking out and slashing a hole into his robe as the She-Werewolf snarled and spun around.

"Damn you beast!" he snapped at her, and the two paused as they heard a squealing cry of pain, which was then followed by a braying sound of fear. It was then the fourth Werewolf, which had been fighting Valtr tried to run around the corner, with multiple gashes torn into it, and Gavlan turned and reversed his grip on the sword.

The She-Werewolf barked out in alarm, however, the other Werewolf was about to run into Gavlan's blade as he thrusted backwards around where he guessed the heart would be. It was then, as though in slow-motion, he saw one of the first two Werewolves that attacked him, this one being the one that disappeared in front of him shove its injured companion away, appearing out of nowhere while doing so.

It then yelled out in pain, as Gavlan buried his sword in their chest instead, and as he pulled it out, cut off its head as Valtr ran around the corner, in time to see Gavlan finish it off. The two Hunters then heard a scream, and a snarl as they watch the She-Werewolf rip a piece of railing from the side of the walkway, and threw it at them like a javelin as she charged. Due to the sheer amount of force put into her throw, Gavlan was unable to dodge as it slammed into the shoulder of the sword holding the handle, elicting a shout as he dropped it. Then he grunted as he felt the Werewolf that Valtr attacked tackled him, falling down as it began to tear at him, only for the Whirligig Saw to slice it in half, causing a stranged cry from it.

As Gavlan turn to look at his saviour, Valtr was suddenly tackled by the She-Werewolf, now roaring and screaming in what was clearly some form of animalistic and beastial language. As they fell down with the Werewolf on top, she stomped on the shaft of Whirligig Saw, snapping it in half. Gavlan jabbed a Blood Vial into his leg, and got up to grab his sword.

As he reached for it, he felt his vision expand into the other realm of existence, and saw the last of the Werewolves disguised as homeless men running at him in human form with a pair of knives within it. Conspicuously, he noted that he had a bandage around his stomach, and as he jumped, an aura surrounded the Werewolf.

Gavlan rolled just in time as the creature entered the physical world with a kick. As he did it sailed just past his face, and the Werewolf spun around and threw one of the knives at the Executioner. He reached out with a hand while simultaneously side-stepping the blade by turning his torso, and caught it by the tip.

During this, the crack of a gunshit could be heard, and the She-Werewolf recoiled as it clutched her stomach, stepping off of Valtr as he got off the ground, uniform ripped and bloody with several claw marks on his torso. Picking up the part of the now broken shaft of his Whirligig Saw with the handle, he held it like a stake as he reloaded his pistol with a quicksilver bullet. The Werewolf snarled, then held her clawless hand up. As she made a rumbling growl, her hand grew a new set of claws.

Gavlan noted this, but was distracted as the one attacking him, staying in their human form, turned to their side, brandishing the knife threateningly as it was held in a boxing stance. The Executioner returned the stance in kind, with all four combatants pausing to wait for the next move to be made.

Gavlan's eyes looked down at the silver sword on the ground, then when he looked at the Werewolf staring back at him, knew then that he also was thinking about trying to pick it up. As the beast in human form lunged for it, Gavlan charged in kind.

The female Werewolf charged at Valtr, and ducked under when Valtr fired his pistol a second time at her, swiping at the League Master with claws swinging and fangs bared. At one particular swipe, Valtr stabbed her palm with the Whirligig Saw handle, making her screech as he released his grip from it, and then proceeded to pistol whip it in the snout, staggering it back enough to inject a Blood Vial. Valtr proceeded to reach into his uniform, and then pulled out a Hunters Cane, which he converted into its whip form by firmly tapping the foot on the walls and swiped at the Werewolf attacking him with it.

The beast ducked under it, and jumped to the side, leaping across the the lengh of the sewer tunnel to land on the walkway on the other side of it. She then drew her bow, and nocked an arrow, pointing it at the League Master. No sooner then she loosed it, that she grabbed another arrow and drew it, loosing it immediately and repeating this four more times.

As Valtr began ducking and dodging the arrows, Gavlan was occupied with the last of the Werewolves that hid themselves as homeless men, engaged with it in some form of half-man, half-beast form in a knife fight. The Werewolf was deceptively agile, weaving back and forth with dance-like fluidity as it tried to stab him, and the Executioner himself had to stay alert to whatever trickery this particular one had.

When he attempted to slice at the Werewolf's arm at one point, it pulled back in a feint, dropping downwards as well while turning its clawed hand and tearing four gouges into the Excutioners arm and uniform. Gavlan grunted at the strike, and punched it in the eye in retaliation.

"Just, die!" Valtr roared in the background, but Gavlan was too busy to be concerned with that. things changed however when a number of gunshots were heard, and Gavlan felt several bullets striking him. The four fighters were bombarded with a hail of lead, ambushed by a third party it seems. As Gavlan fell down, he turned to see a gang of Vampires with firearms had shown up, apparently attemting to kill both the Hunters and the Werewolves in one volley.

It clearly failed, as while the Hunters were forced to duck down, the two Werewolves only seemed to have been enraged. The last homeless Werewolf even changed into a full beast, and roared. As Gavlan looked over, he saw the bullet wounds closing up.

"Shit, the Lupines survived!" One of the Vampires shouted, and ran away. His comrades followed, but the Werewolves both bolted after them.

"Damnit, I said silver bullets for a reason you asshol- AAAGH!" the sounds of flesh being ripped apart and the Vampires swiftly being cut down was heard, and then the Executioner saw Valtr crawling towards him.

"Quickly, while they're distracted!" Valtr hissed, his torso shredded and helmet dented into his forehead, both from the Werewolf's claws, and from the bullets holes from the Vampires. In his proffered hand, the League Master had a piece of cloth with the Hunters Mark on it. Gavlan grabbed it and his silver sword by his side, and placed it on his forehead, while the League Master did the same.

As he looked to his right, Gavlan saw the Werewolves that he slew. However, it appeared at some point after dying, they had transformed into human form, with the decapitated head staring at him. A rictus grimace with a look of pain met his eyes, as the third surviving Werewolf, which had been in the background nursing its wounds and thus managed to avoid being seen by the Hunters and Vampires attempted to stop them from fleeing.

As the Executioner and Valtr were dropped into the Hunters Dream, the two of them looked around. The Doll approached, kneeling before them as Gavlan and Valtr untangled themselves, drenched in blood both of their own and the creatures they have been fighting.

"What happened to both of you?" the Doll asked, placing her hands upon them. Gavlan grunted as he felt an arcane spell being used to heal them, and a flash of hot pain confirmed it was working efficiently. While the arcane arts were capable of being used in healing like the Old Blood, the latter knitted and mended the body without the pain, and anybody can carry a vial or two of it. Plus, when compared to the taking years of study to develop the mind well enough to utilize healing spells for a specialist to become available in such arts, it was one of the reasons the Blood Ministering that was unique to Yharnam that acted as the greatest lure for foreigners not capable or not wealthy enough to afford such a treatment to flock to the city, bringing fortune and luxery to it.

Clemont also explained that economic factor was also one of the less esoteric reasons the Old Blood being the source of the Plague was something that the Healing Church was desperate to cover it up, lest the revenue which both sustained the city, and funded its research into ascending into higher planes of existence be lost.

"Werewolves. Creatures like Plague Beasts, but with a human intellect and powers I haven't seen one use before." he said, gritting his teeth as he felt his flesh knit itself whole. He then watched as a group of Messengers appeared, and brought Eileen with them. Gavlan quickly noted the damage her mask and clothing had, and walked with the Plain Doll to assist her. The Hunter of Hunters spoke immediately to the Executioner.

"It was the FBI, since they were government agents and had apparent command of the LAPD I chose to flee instead of fighting them." she explained.

"Where's Velia? Fauna felt her using a Hunters Mark, but the Messengers cannot sense her" the Plain Doll asked. The Hunters looked atound, not sure how to answer that question.

"Last I saw, she went inside a known Vampire nest to steal information from them." Elieen replied.


Velia


As the Choir Hunter fell forwards, she found herself in a clearly astral prison of some kind. Upon getting up and turning around, she saw a window of some kind, and looking out of it saw the Vampire that captured her brushing the dust off of his rope, and examining his nest. His face was one of annoyed anger and disgust, especially when he picked up the jar containing a Messenger in it, and turned back to the Choir Hunter.

"I will be back to question you more thoroughly." he sneered, and walked away from the mirror, inspecting the damage to his chamber. She immediately grabbed a Hunters Mark, and slapped it onto her forehead. After taking a moment to look around, she saw the Messengers weren't appearing around her, even when she concentrated on trying again.

"Shit, This is not good..." she sighed, stuffing the small paper into her pocket. She heard a sound, and saw from the edge of the view from outside the window that the wall sealing the chamber was put back into place.

"Who might you be Madame?" a voice with a thick accent replied, and Velia turn to see that there was a second person walking from the darkness surrounding her into the small circle of light being emitted from the outside world through the mirror, a man dressed in garb that was closer to what a man from Yharnam would wear. As he got close, however, she saw that he was clearly another Vampire, carrying a cane in his hand. Every other step was followed by a clicking of the cane tip onto the ground.

"Someone you should be rather careful approaching, Vampire." Velia replied, to which the creature before her... shrugged rather then let her intimidate him.

"I suppose that will do for an answer." he replied.

"I assume you are rivals..." she said, looking at the creature, guard still up. He simply nodded his head, and the two watched as the other Vampire walked away.

"You can say that... if you think I am still a threat, I should let you know now we can't harm one another within this prison." the Vampire answered, pausing when he noticed Velia was still ready to fight him. The Choir Hunter doubted the veracity of his claim, instead swinging her Hunter's Cane at his head, only for it to phase right through his skull without leaving a mark.

"...I assume then that there's other ways this spell keeps us entrapped within that mirror?" she asked, to which her fellow prisoner nodded.

"It is also designed such that we are not going to be subject to the needs of our bodies, so while you won't be subjected to starvation, thirst, or the need to use a privy, I will not have to worry about being denied blood so long as we are in here. We can try to break out through sheer will, but that as you may guess has its own limits." the Vampire explained.

"What sort of limits?"

"Not only will we have to essentially fight against the willpower of the Vampire holding us prisoner, we can only make one attempt once a month, and if we do succeed, we then have to break out of his haven, which as you no doubt saw, has a number of tricks and traps up its sleeves... now then fair lady, since we may be stuck in this predicament for some time, I don't suppose introductions are in order?" Velia listened as the Vampire requested for her name.

"...Velia." she said after a short pause, to which the Vampire tipped his hat.

"A pleasure, lady Velia. As for myself, I am Daniel Black, in the year of our Lord 1635 in what is now Massachusetts, and lived the life of a god-fearing servant to the Holy Father and until I died then was Embraced in the year 1658." Velia regarded the creature, then recalled a map of the United States and then research she did of its history and founding.

"You are far from the East Coast then, Daniel." she said, to which the Vampire nodded.

"Yes, well, I have spent my time as one of the Damned in Unlife continuing to serve the Lord in as righteous a purpose as I could manage, something that the master of our shared prison did not take well due to the nature of my actions to uphold that which pure and good in the eyes of God." he explained, to which the Choir Hunter was now puzzled by.

"Well, that is... an interesting insight. This is the first I have heard of a Vampire claiming to do good." Velia replied.

"Yes, well, someone must hold our kind accountable for their actions, and I was... I hesitate to use the word fortunate, more that I found myself with another who strives for the same organization as I for all Vampires when the last day of this world comes." Daniel says, looking around.

"So, do you have a plan to get out of here?" the Choir Hunter asked.

"Well, in theory, if we both attempt to focus our willpower to break out of the mirror, we can force the creator of this prison to put more effort into containing us. Even better if he is preoccupied with something like a fight or other situation that already demands his attention as is." Velia sighed. After a few seconds passed of her and Daniel not speaking, she turned to him.

"So, what did the Vampires here capture you for?" the Choir Hunter asked.

"Spreading the Holy Word of the Lord that is to be spread to all of my fellow Vampires regarding the place and purpose for which he has bestowed upon them. The leader of my kind didn't take well to my words, however, especially as the one who captured us both happens to be one of his advisors." Daniel replied, sitting down onto the ground next to her, and stretching his neck.

"What does he have against you, or your particular faith?" Velia asked, watching the Vampire loosen his joints and jaw. He stared for a few seconds, before apparently deciding to answer.

"...The one who convinced his leader to have me arrested and detained in this prison, is one Maximilien Strauss. He is a member of a particular clan that believes me and my fellow servants of the Lord to be frauds and charlatans, for we wield a holy art of miracles that can be called forth and taught to those who wield sufficient faith and the will to never allow our cursed and unholy beastial instincts to rule us. In contrast, Strauss and his fellow sorcerers not only view clinging to a reminder or vestige of your time as a mortal man or woman as a sign of weakness, so caught up in their pride from collecting centuries of knowledge regarding the occult and the forbidden lores of witches and warlocks alike, that they view our miraculous power as merely just another path of Blood Sorcery, one they've tried and failed to take from us for centuries, and if the end of the world be tomorrow or ten thousand years from now, it shall stay that way." Daniel gave as a reply, then the two of them heard what sounded like fighting.

"Would you happen to know what is happening out there?" he asked.

"Just before I got trapped in here, someone had unleashed a horde of undead created by some form of plague. Sounds like whoever is responsible has begun escalating the situation." Velia replied. The sounds of gunfire then began to grow, with what sounded like shouting and chanting.

"Ah, not quite. It's somewhere inside this building, and it appears I may have a suspicion as too who is coming." the Choir Hunter looked over at Daniel as he got off the floor.

an explosion blew out the wall, sending fragments everywhere. As the dust cleared, two figures appeared, dressed in ballistic armor over a set of suit pants and collared shirts for both of them, along with a red backpack one of them wore. After taking a moment to find the mirror, the one with the backpack approached it, while the other took position watching the entrance to the room.

"Father Black, are you in there?" the figure asked, and as the dust settled, Velia saw it was yet two more Vampires. Daniel stood up, and craned his neck as he replied.

"I am, along with one mortal woman who is injured rather severely. Do you have medical supplies and transport?" The Vampire he spoke with began searching their backpack and pockets to look over his stuff.

"What manner of injuries did she sustain?"

"It appears Strauss attacked her a spell that boiled her blood."

"What are you doing?" the Choir Hunter asked, surprised by how they were acting.

"As long as you are inside the mirror, your injuries and no doubt major blood loss won't threaten to kill you. The same cannot be said once it is destroyed, and releases us." Daniel explained, and as Velia took a look outside, she saw the two Vampires had finished searching his inventory.

"I have a few blood packs I have kept in cold storage, but I would like to speak with her if she is able." the one with the red backpack reported. after a moment, Velia spoke up.

"What do you wish to know?" she asked. The Vampire turned to look at what she supposed was where her face or other indication of her presence in the mirror prison was.

"What blood type are you?" he asked. Velia looked to the side. As a part of Blood Ministration, it was a part of the education the Healing Church taught to teach its clergy and those who administered the Old Blood concerning the different types of blood people had, how they had subtle, but important differences which drew the attention of its members. It would make sense that these Vampires likely already knew about how the blood in different individuals may vary, and apparently released enough information for this to be public knowledge, likely to make their hunting easier.

Of course, this is assuming he is talking about the same thing I am thinking of... Velia thought to herself, and thus she decided to play the part of being ignorant of that fact.

"I don't know, plus I don't know if you will inject me with your own blood or that of your comrades." she replied. The Vampire with the red backpack simply nodded, though scowled at the mention of her implying she knew or at least heard about the ability to bind a mortal to do their binding with his own sanguine fluid.

"Alright then, fair enough Hunter. So now what, you plan on taking her with us?" he said, turning to Daniel.

"I will be fine, I have my own means to survive." Velia replied, getting the attention of the Vampires around her. Daniel looked between her and the other two present, then gestured for them to proceed. The one with the backpack stepped back, took a stance, and then proceeded to raise his leg and kick the mirror.

A blinding light burst in Velias' eyes as she heard the sound of breaking glass, and she instinctively grabbed a Blood Vial hidden in the pocket of her jacket, betting that it would blind the Vampires and jabbed it into her abdomen. The Choir Hunter felt herself falling forward, then a pair of arms catching her, and steadying her to her feet.

She grunted, and lashed out with a punch that definitely broke a nose as she heard one of the Vampires grunt and recoil from the impact of her fist, and the light cleared just as she stowed the Blood Vial in another pocket.

"Argh!" the Vampire with the backpack growled, while his companion aimed his firearm at her. Velia kept her now mostly healed arms up in the air, ready for a fight.

"Easy, everyone settle yourselves, for contention is of the Devil and Master of Evil!" Daniel said, his voice taking on a soothing tone that Velias' Insight warned to her was not entirely natural. Regardless she saw the other lowering their arms, so she did the same, her hand next to a hidden knife as a precaution.

"Now that we have settled down, I suggest we focus on escape." the Vampire explained, gesturing to the door, where the sounds of fighting continued on. After taking a moment to look around to search the room, Velia found her cane and handgun had been put with a cabinet, undisturbed by the explosion.

Once she armed herself, she looked around for her Blood Vials, and saw they were mising...