Putting The First Hunter To Rest.

Hello again, thank you so much for the feedback on the last chapter and for reading this little project of mine in the first place. I'll be happy to recieve more feedback on this one as well, so don't be afraid to give me some. I do not own bloodborne or RWBY and they belong to their own respective studios.

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Gehrman sat beneath the great tree in his wheelchair, awaiting the good hunter. She had gone through this night asking questions, not heeding his advice about not thinking too much about it and just go hunt a few beasts. He pitied her deeply but all she was seeing was reality.

There was once a point where she came to the dream angry, not uncommon but that anger was directed at him for whatever reason. He didn't need to ask her what was wrong, he knew what he had done, he just didn't know how much she knew. Never the matter, he would give her mercy, free her of the dream, forget these painful memories and have another shot at life. What more could you ask for in a mutually beneficial contract?

Her answer was subtle but it told him that she knew pretty much everything, including Laurence's promise. So he entertained the thought that maybe he could be free of this cycle. "What is your name, good hunter?"

It took the good hunter a moment to remember what it was, understandable assuming that she hasn't used it since her first life in the waking world. "Alaine. Alaine Alexandria Gunner"

The First Hunter nodded before a smile grew across his face. "Well. Alaine. You only get one shot, should you fail.. you will accept my mercy without a fuss. Deal?"

The good hunter was confused for a moment. Even if she greatly respected the first hunter as a fellow minded man looking to protect the people by getting his own hands dirty once she didn't understand how the old hunter would best her in a fight. Or at least that was what she thought before taking several steps back in surprise. The first hunter stood up from his wheelchair and grew to his true height that was around two and a quarter meters tall.

There was a moment of silence as Gehrman The First Hunter drew his curved blade and then set it into the old wooden handle on his back, making it into it's true form as a scythe with a gash in it which by the look of it was just about the size of a human head. With the blade set in place the clicks emitted told him that it was set in the right before the first hunter spoke one last time, joyful anticipation creeping through his usual stoic tone to match his unusual smirk. "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt."

Alaine, The Good Hunter couldn't help but feel a smile spread across her own face as well. She bowed out of respect for her mentor as if this was a friendly dual and not them about to fight to the death. At least the madness that was happening right now was an entertaining one.

And so it began. Gehrman was quick to put pressure on the woman by thrusting the burial blade out vertically and then turned it horizontally behind Alaine, the move was fluid and he pulled back on the scythe.

Alaine stepped to the right as quick as she could, narrowly evading the attack before Gehrman followed up with a vertical strike which Alaine ran into thinking there was an opening. She got sliced across the chest for her ignorance. The Good Hunter grit her teeth and backed up to seal her wounds.

Gehrman did not give up his advantage and pressed forward to catch her brazen mistake only to feel a cannonball made of quicksilver into his stomach before it exploded and he was flown back. If it weren't for the vast amount of blood echoes flowing through his veins, he would have died right then and there. Blood and soot caked his chest but the wounds closed and he was quickly back on his feet.

After making some space and dealing some damage Alaine took the opportunity to stab a blood vial into her thigh to put her back into pristine condition save for the slice in her clothing, her old hunters uniform with a top hat deformed from blood stains. The sweet, sickening smell of blood filled the air between The First Hunter and Alaine and for a second she was taken by it.

The woman shook her head and ignited her hammer, the furnace burning blue once more as Gehrman quickly closed the distance and a diagonal swipe that she turned to the side and then struck with the arcane flame infused hammer against Gehrman's chest. Getting a grunt of pain out of him as he staggered to the side.

The First Hunter was quick to recover and dashed away before he could be hit by the followup thrust that reignited her hammer. He dropped his stance, and held the scythe over his back, positioning his hands in the right place as she ran at him. Alain thought that Gehrman was going to use the range of the scythe to cleave her in half only to find the scythe in her gut from below and raised into the air before being stuck from the sky and back to the ground.

She thought she died at that moment, She needed to stop fighting him like he was a beast, a change in style was overdue. She rolled back, stabbing three vials in quick succession, one to draw out for blood bullets, two to put her back into fighting condition.

Gehrman again went into stance with his scythe on his back, this time instead of rushing she stayed back, putting bone marrow ash on her weapon to boost the cannons lethality. Gehrman, swung the scythe, using it's range to its full advantage only to have Alaine dodge just out of range and Alaine drew her boom hammer back before slamming it into Gehrman's chest, he fell to the floor, underneath the hammer only to be engulfed in blue flames.

Bellowing in pain The first hunter dropped his weapon on his lap and threw the one handed hammer off his chest before kicking off Alaine and making some distance. Surprisingly he was still alive, his wounds began closing and even the clothes began to reappear. The dream was sustaining him.. he turned to the moon in anger as the arcane energy began to flow through him. It wouldn't allow him to die unless he was pushed to the very limit of his ability.

Gehrman recognized that The Good Hunter was no fool and untricked his burial blade, pulling out his trusty blunderbuss to pair with the curved blade. He roared at the moon itself as it boosted his agility and physical strength. He rushed at Alaine, swiping and slicing in rapid succession that she struggled to avoid out of his pure ferocity.

She saw her opening to attack and dropped a delayed molotov before her. She sank low and raised the cannon only to feel quicksilver splash and sink into her flesh, forcing her to kneel. He rushed forward to seal her fate, seeing the Good Hunter's end at his hand only to feel the heat of flame and bits of thin, delicate shrapnel in his back. He groaned and stared down at the ground as he felt the iron pop out of his healing flesh.

Alaine dashed back, she should have attacked but being on her knees in front of Gehrman terrified her as she was afraid his hand would sink into the hole that the buckshot made and rip out her insides. She took the moment to pop another vial into her leg. "How many had she already used? Four. Almost half way through the stock that I had left." She sometimes cursed herself for using the room for vials on more quicksilver bullets. Other times she remembered exactly why she did.

Gehrman had recovered enough to see Alaine grabbing a massive wad of liquid quicksilver mixed with her own extracted blood down into the breach of cannon. It closed with a clang and then they both rushed at each other, Gehrman being much quicker. He used his hips to swing the scythe from the side only to have Alaine take it into her left shoulder. Despite the blood staining her mask where her mouth was, she was smiling, she couldn't help it. Even when she was normal she loved to fight. Gehrman let out a growl as he felt the hammer come down on his left to keep him from pulling his gun.

Instead of pulling out his weapon he pushed through, the squish of flesh and the crunch of bone could be heard as it wrenched free of the sticky, mud like blood. Gehrman had never seen something like it. The blood itself was fighting his blade, like a viscous oil. With his weapon free he went to cleave her through when the cannon fired and he was hit with an uppercut that shot from a literal cannon. He was flown back and hit the great tree.. he bounced off and landed on the flowerbed.

He struggled to his feet, and as did Alaine after firing that shot. He couldn't help but laugh at the pure absurdity of this fight, fighting to free one another from this accused dream. His neck snapped back in place and he let out a sigh of satisfaction. "This hunter is good, or horribly reckless.. you can never tell with the greatest of hunters whether they were mad or not, maybe the best of us were both." He rushed her down with a grin on his face, right here he could be free of his regrets. In this fight he could remember what it felt like to be alive.

Alaine could tell that The First Hunter was running on fumes, yet he looked more and more like his name sake. The unmistakable, thinly lipped grin gracing his bloodied face. He walked slowly towards Alaine as she pulled down her face mask to reveal her own smile as dropped the cannon to the ground with a thud. She pulled out a bone and crushed it in her hands before she pulled her pistol off her belt.

Alaine jumped towards Gehrman, rolling under a swipe from the curved blade, quick stepping to the right to avoid a cut at her neck only to fade into dust and reappear two meters to the left, and then two more slices at her face that she phased through and appeared in front of The First hunter with ignited hammer above her head, smashing down on his chest. Gehrman was thrown back into the tree and he did not get back up.

He looked up at the moon, giggling to himself before coughing up blood from his collapsed lungs. He heaved breaths, dropping his weapon from his death grip before he let out his final breath.

Alaine walked over to her teacher, putting her pistol back on her hip. She closed his eyes so he could finally wake from this terrible hunter's dream.

She looked to see where he was gazing and found the moon turning red and the thing descending slowly from the sky. Before she could react it closed any distance between them. She was embraced by the moon presence, she could feel it's incomprehensible presence pound against her very being.

I feel the need to apologize to those who came for the RWBY side of this cross over and haven't seen a word about it in the fanfiction. The next chapter will at least introduce The Good Hunter to the world of Remnant and we will see where it goes from there. I will see you in the next chapter hopefully within four to seven days.