Hello everyone! I bet you're surprised to see me again so early. I'm not going to make any promises on a schedule or anything but I wrote this shortly after the last one was uploaded. I had a sudden change in the way I was thinking and how I was applying it to my writing. I hope to give you this and more in the future. I do not own Bloodborne or Rwby and they belong to their own respective studios.

The Light to End the Darkness

She could hear it, the clawing at the rock and the growls of the grimm that wants her dead more than anything. She heard it, and it never stopped. It droned on and on for what felt like an eternity, and yet, as it went on she could tell it was getting louder and louder. She swore she could feel the grimm's malicious excitement as it clawed and gnawed at the stone between them.

Until…

The stone ceiling that held them captive was lifted, and the eyes of a monster were revealed. It opened its serrated jaws, revealing the black teeth with its glowing insides contrasted by the blacker than black tar. It was the terrifying visage synonymous with death itself. No wonder she screamed. Once he saw what she saw Stanley joined her screams with his own, sharing her terror.

Then…

Suddenly there was a deep clang and a sound so loud it seemed like it was tearing through the air itself. Her imminent death was flown away from the open ceiling it had created. Immediately, she stumbled over and climbed the rocks and boulders with a strenuous effort, but she only kept her head above the boulder as she looked on into the darkness.

Charlotte couldn't see much other than a pair of faded blue eyes glowing in the darkness, as if to contrast the red eyes of the Grimm. What followed were the eerie clangs of metal on metal, grunts of pain and something more. It was like the thing in the darkness was hungry.

She could hear dripping between the moments of carnage as well as some gross crunches of bone snapping, but whoever or whatever in the darkness continued to fight on. Trails of blue and red eyes flowed in the darkness, clashing, disappearing and reappearing in a strange dance of powers. The sounds of metal and primal growls was all she could make out in this pitch black darkness.

The sounds sickened her, the sounds of struggle and fight that would decide whether she lived or died. She was nauseous and wanted to puke again, assuming she even had anything left to spew up. The poor woman felt horrible and weak, but she watched and waited for her fate to be decided.

There was a turning point, when that clang was heard again, and even she could see the grimm rise and let out a blood curdling call as it whipped around before falling back. Those jaws of death now broken and sagging, she then heard the laborious, wet, disgusting breathing along with the sound of dripping. Frantic sounds of stumbling footfall followed, scuffling over to the grimm before its howls rang in her ears. She heard the repeated wet stabs of something again and again until it went silent.

The grimm was dead.

Relief swept over Charlotte and finally she felt some kind of hope since waking up feeling like she was about to die. She slid off the rock and sat back against the rock, hiding her eyes as she tried to hide her sobs.

She looked between her fingers and found Stanely grabbing her leg and presumably staring at her with anticipation, though she couldn't tell in the darkness. She was quick to stammer out a whisper. "W-we're saved..! We're gonna live..!" A rush of emotions took over her before she hitched her breath from the sudden spiking pain behind her eyes and inside her head.

Alaine saw two people, one of them a man on the floor who was still breathing, surprisingly. He was there along with a woman who looked like murder victim given how much blood soaked her hair and face. A bloody cloth was wrapped around her head from an attempt to staunch the bleeding.

She looked back over at the man and her expression became dark. His leg was crushed under a rock up till just under his knee joint. On top of that, he looked pale and drained. Alaine knew what she must do, but she also knew the risk that came with that idea.

She jumped into their little hiding spot, and the first thing she did was begin to look over the girl. "Do you know your injuries? May I look you over?" The young woman agreed and the first thing Alaine did was inspect the girl. All things considered it was a miracle that her head was the only thing that ailed her. She knew blows to the head weren't good but there wasn't much she could do about that.

When she turned to the man, the first thing she did was ask for his name.

"Stanley ma'am"

Once she had that, she sighed and kneeled down, slipping off the stake driver and putting her gun away before putting that hand on the man's shoulder.

"Stanley… I have no other way to say this. Living through this is a gamble in itself. A very painful gamble." Alaine's voice was gentle, but it had a stern undertone as to try to emboldened the man.

Suddenly his body stiffened at the words. He listened, but he did not like what he heard. His fists tightened into balled fists and his teeth creaked from the force of his bite. "What? Hold on-"

"So you have a decision to make. Either I can give you a quick and merciful end… or, with your permission, I will sever your crushed leg and I can guarantee you will see the sun again" It was at that moment that Alaine felt a tinge of regret. She couldn't roll the boulder off since it's a part of a massive pile. She couldn't tell off the top of her head how much time had passed since the collapse. His condition wasn't very good, and his leg couldn't be much more than pulverized dust.

At that, the man shook his head and the tone in his voice said that he had tears in his eyes. "You aren't seriously considering that right?!" He hit the ground with his fists and those tears streamed down his face from the shock that rushed him.

She paused for a moment, finding what words would be best to say. "I don't know your chances, but I know that they are slim. At least if you die above you will die under the bright sun instead of this dark tomb."

"Fuck! Dammit- how am I supposed to choose between that..?" His thoughts were a complicated mess, from the idea of the pain he'll have to endure in a vain attempt to survive to being killed quickly. Neither was appealing but one was quick while the other had him going above ground again and having a small chance to live, even if only after going through so much pain and suffering.

He grit his teeth once more and stared at the floor, into the rock below him. Just as Alaine was gonna tell him to take his time to decide, Stanley growled out to himself

"Are you even trained to do this? Are you like a part time nurse or something?" He asked frantically, as if it mattered.

"No, I'm not partly a nurse, but I have seen it done before and can perform it." She just wasn't sure if she could recreate it as perfectly as she needed to. If the change in equipment mattered much at all, then she wouldn't be able to follow through on her promise. But then, the man had no chance at all of living, and if there is one thing she has learned, it's that if there is anything you can do to live longer then you must do it. Even if it's desperate and pathetic, the struggle is never truly in vain.

"Auhh! Fuck Fuck.. fuck… fuck! Okay! Okay do it, if I die then it was going to happen either way. Get me out of here!" He was frantic in his tone, knowing exactly what he signed up for and shoving down his second thoughts of regret.

Alaine set the lamp down a bit in front of him and the Charlotte girl, illuminating them both while hiding Alaine above her waist. She turned and sent her thoughts above to the messengers, asking them to grab two things for her. Their milky white glow popped up from the darkness in front of her, coming out of the very wall to put her body between the glow and her companions.

The little ones stretched their bodies out to offer her the items she had requested. In one hand there was the saw cleaver, and another little one offered a throwing knife by two handing it like a small sword. Alaine grabbed the cleaver and gently grabbed the knife by the blade. Both messengers along with their luckiest swayed with joy as they let go of the weapons and sunk back into the wall.

She turned around and then came behind the man with both brandished. Thankfully, in the darkness they won't be able to see the haunting visage of the saw cleaver engraved with runes from the great ones, asking for the beasts slain to rest in peace and warding from tainted blood.

"Miss, sorry, but you'll have to do something for us. Allow him to squeeze your hand. Stanely, I'm going to give you a belt to bite on." Alaine pulled two belts from the inside of her coat. It was actually standard to have a number of belts on oneself due to the pure amount of amputations made to cure the scourge. Surprisingly, it was effective in delaying the scourge, but it forced you into retiring your role as a hunter unless you had the tinge in your blood.

She handed Stanley the belt after looking them over to make sure she hadn't soaked them in her blood, and then went behind him to get just under his knee. She slipped the belt under and around with a small bit of cooperation and a small spike of pain for him. She then made him grunt when she yanked on the belt to tighten it up as tight as she thought she needed, cutting the blood flow.

Alaine took the old Hunter Henryk's throwing knife and cut through the soft, supple flesh just below the man's knee. One side was serrated and the other was straight edged, making it easy to cut through with one side and slice cleanly with the other.

The man screamed into the belt, biting into it hard enough for his teeth to bend the leather. She had no anesthesia to give since of course she as a powderkeg wouldn't know the dosage. Plus, the only stuff she has are the blue elixirs, but that shuts down the brain even and she doesn't have any medical equipment to help sustain him. No, this must be done this way, as it was the only way she could perform it under these conditions.

The wounded man's cries were like nails on a chalkboard for her. The constant calls of pain reminded Alaine of what she heard in Yharnam all the time. You'd think she would have gotten used to it, but no. It just didn't stop her from what needed to be done. Her cutting was quick, slicing through soft skin and meat before having to saw through tougher muscle.

Twenty seconds was all it took to cut through everything neatly but the bone. It was a bloody mess, but that was something she was used to. With the path open she took out the rather savage looking saw cleaver. She set it into place, and a second wave of blood curdling screams came from the man as she cleaved through the bone in three strokes.

The entire time, Stanley had a death grip on Charlotte's hand as she started crying with him. Stanley was openly sobbing in pain, biting down on that belt with gritted teeth. "Shhhhh… bare with it. I'm not done…"

Alaine pulled a fire paper out of her satchel and applied it to the saw cleaver, lighting up the room with its flame. Charlotte gasped at the visage of the bloody hunter kneeled over her co-worker. Alaine pushed the now dead leg away as much as she could and did something that would hurt her, but not nearly as much as it would hurt Stanley.

The Hunter pressed the side of the flaming saw cleaver against the open wound, burning it shut. Stanley's screams bounced off the walls of the mine, echoing his torturous screams through the tunnels as she sealed the wound and kept him from bleeding out. Once she was done, the sickening smell of burning flesh hung in the air. Charlotte looked to the side, gagging and dry heaving while Stanley had passed out from the pure amount of pain he had just endured.

Lastly Alaine grabbed a small roll of bandages. She wrapped the wound tightly, getting all the burnt skin so that way it wasn't exposed to the air. She had just enough. With a bobby pin she used to keep the bandages from unraveling, she was finally done. Alaine's hands were shaking and bloody.

"I'm sorry." Was all the Hunter could say as she stepped back, set the still burning cleaver down and walked over to the girl. She kneeled to be at the same level as her. "Young lady.. what's your name?"

"C-Charlotte" She stammered out, Alaine doubted she could even see past her own tears.

"Charlotte, we need to leave. I imagine those screams of his have attracted grimm." She said while lifting Stanley onto her shoulders. Fortunately the leg she was gripping was his right and not his left.

She grabbed the stake driver off the floor, wearing it as she grabbed the saw cleaver, which was now put out. The messengers rose and grabbed the saw cleaver, pulling the tool out of her hands. She thanked them silently as she used her free hand to place the lantern on her belt.

She wasn't too worried about them seeing the messengers. She doubted they had the insight to see them, so their brains blotted them out and made its own explanation in a way to protect itself. "Follow me, Charlotte," was the last thing she said as she began to walk with the stake driver untricked into the darkness once more.

I hope to create a satisfying and creative story for everyone to read and enjoy. While there are times where i'll either be on break or taking a long time to research something, i'll always be thinking about this fic from now on and how I can improve, add, and change the world i'm using, and creating in. I truely love these two series, and I hope to create something both new and familiar to those who share my feelings.

Now i'll be taking artistic liberties with some things in the future and I hope they pay off. Some characters will be changed, some will act out from what they've been coded as I want to write my own view and take on what that character could have been. Some aspects will be looked into very deeply compared to the show. I don't read much other fanfiction because I decided I wanted to write my own after being inspired from the one I was reading and I wanted this one to not be impacted by other stories than this one.

One last thing, i'll never give up on this fic if I can help it. Bloodborne is like a cursed fanfic tag where most just don't end so I wanted to defy that. Sorry for the long ending, I just decided that this really was something I wanted involved in my life and felt that I had to express it.