Bloodborne: Alvela's Moonlight

by chippyplayer

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Crossover, Death, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 1869

Alvela, a twenty-one year old german girl runs into an anthropomorphic horse girl, Luna, in her second run through the Yharnam Nightmare. What can possibly go wrong? (Quite a few things actualy.)

A hunter, Alvela, seeks the true end to her looped nightmare of Yharnam.

A princess, Luna, seeks a way back to her world after involuntarily coming to the nightmare.

Alone, they are nothing, but a true threat with combined forces.

Published 2019-03-02 13:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-02 13:00:01 UTC

Yet Another Death

It's been roughly one hundred hours since Alvela's first run began. And she was now about to hunt the Blood Starved beast for the second time. The cape of her Formal Hunter attire waved freely while she ran from building top, to balcony, and to building top again to avoid the constant barage of QS (1) bullets fired from the Ashen Hunter's turret gun, happily perched upon a clock tower roof. This irritated Alvela to no end and so the Ashen Hunter will be killed before the "BSB" (Blood Starved Beast). Alvela was going to kill Ashen to free him anyways.

Before Alvela made her next jump, she spotted two cloked beowulfs. She readied her Threaded Cane and jumped, landing on top of the flimsy beasts in two cuts. "Why do you persist to kill creatures that aren't part of the base town any more? This area is practicly out of the way from where the populace would settle," The Ashen Hunter said, his voice would be similar to that of an old veteran.

"I've an old score to settle," replied Alvela, now zigg-sagging toward the clock tower ,"if you do manage to kill me, I'll just keep coming back." Alvela spots a system of two latters and proceedes to climb, paying no mind to the beowulfs behind her.

Once she reached the top, Alvela switched to her Rakuyo and charged the old Ashen Hunter. "I'M HERE ALSO TO FREE YOU FROM THIS TERIBLE NIGHTMARE!" she screamed, catching the Ashen Hunter off guard... and getting impaled through the heart by the scabard wielding girl.

Blood came from Ashen's mouth, splattering all over Alvela's attire. He moves his blood filled mouth to speak ,"I... know your type. I... know it won't end well... for you... so please... find someone to... help..." he was able to speak after his heart's peircing due to the Yharnam blood ministration. "You are... a good person... at... h e a r t," his body fell limp and dead.

Alvela new that the Ashen Hunter was right, she can't do this alone. If she goes through with this without any help from somewhere, she is as good as dead. But how can one find a companion while all other combatants are either A. gone crazy from the hunt, or B. too busy killing the blood-adled hunters.

She took the body of the dead, modest hunter off of her great blade and removed his hood as she lay him on the ground. Alvela reached for his eyelids and closed them shut. "You're right, but don't worry for I won't become a beast. I'll stay human for as long as it takes."

The young hunter stands up and removes her top hat revealing her silver, kempt pony tail. Her eyes are colored a pale blue. Glasses also adorned her face, with gold pink frames.

She looked out toward the ruined town of Old Yharnam, ash piles, crucification fires, and dead bodies littered the ground of the once grand city.

During all of this, she was right beside the chain gun the old hunter was using. All of a sudden, she was shoved by a beowulf that had followed her to the top of the clock tower ladder. Before she had a chance to use a bold hunter's mark, Alvela became a giant puddle of red blood on the brick road in a near instant.

Not long after, she had awoken right next to a lamp with messengers praying around it like some sort of holy deity. Alvela stood and patted out her cape, knocking off the dust from the old, ruined floor. "Yet another death, but this isn't a curse. This is pretty much a blessing so I can see what I did wrong and fix it."

*poke poke* Alvela looked down to see a messenger poking her desperately to get her attention. She neeled to the small creature and spoke. "Vat is ze matter?" She said, allowing her foreign German accent to role off her toung, almost never managing the time to let it slip with all of the hunting. The messenger replied by opening the note in its arms. [Another hunter has awoken, she is at the palms of the imposter. Save her before it's too late.] "That's new, another hunter hasn't awoken into my world last time," Alvela looked at the messengers "is the hunter still sane in mind at least?" The messenger nodded. "But that's too far... Wait, I forgot I have fast travel."

Alvela said her thanks to the messenger and bid farewell as she touched the bell tied to the Hunter's Lantern, turning her into a dust-like substance.

Said substance then quickly went into the light of the lantern, and reformed at her first ever location: Central Yharnam.

Author's Note

Please note that if you haven't played Bloodborne yet, you won't have a clear understanding of what is happening. So read at your own discretion.

PS; I prefer to be a writer that doesn't go on for four hours to describe something, so I'll be describing things on a more short, yet understandable note.

Alvera's Origin; Professional
Vitality; 35
Endurance; 30
Strength; 10
Skill; 96 (Visceral attacks are my fave.)
Bloodtinge; 8
Arcane; 7

(1) QS or 'quick silver' bullets are the are the primary ammunition for guns (of course), and spells (that is just horse shit!). Hunters enhance these projectiles by injecting blood into the bullets to stop beasts; bone marrow ash greatly enhances the bullets used in guns; effectivness increases as a Hunter's bloodtinge grows (Alvela-8)
(Luna-?)

Insanity

When Alvela arrived, she took in the all too familiar surroundings of the old, ramshakled clinic. Only the hunter lamp kept the room lit. Just behind her, Alvela ran up a flight of stairs and opened the door with a slice against the door knob with her Rakuyo. "Why didn't I do that in the first place?," she asked herself as she entered the room where she first awoke.

Paying no mind to the 'Alien' creature and any other detail (except for a slip of paper for the Cainherst summons, in which she quickly pocketed for later use) and ran towards the central hall.

"STOP! DON'T DO THIS!!!"
*SSKCRSSSGE*
"AAaa..."
*SKRGE*
"My my, for an inhuman being, you sure have a voice of a fine maiden like me. But you shouldn't be so loud, beasts roam the land now. There is no stopping them at this rate."

Alvela steped on a creaky plank of wood.

"See what you did? You brought in a beast... Wait, that aroma... Well, if it isn't the Moon-Scented hunter. Did you come to turn in a patient for once? Or are you here to kill me? After all, anyone would want to do that in the old days after what I've done, I'm too far gone, might as well keep...

*SRCHK*

"... experimenting."

This drove Alvela to come closer to the operation room. She wasn't going to allow another to die on her watch.

"Very well then, I've never experimented on a hunter before."

To Alvela's right, a winding stair way ran up to a wooden door that had opened, and stepped out a bloodied maiden. She was tainted by the blood of another, in which it soiled her pure, white church attire. She carried a threaded cane in her right hand, occasionally changing it between it's whipped and stiff form. In her left, a repeater pistol with dual, golden tipped barrels.

Alvela, on the other hand pulled out her Rakuyo and Hunter's Blunderbuss each for their respective hand. She charged up the stair case with her Rakuyo risen to pierce through the insane witch. The imposter rose her threaded cane in its whipped form to slash at Alvela. But as it nearly reached the cheek, Alvela dived forward to get behind the imposter.

As she quickly recovered, Alvela stood and went for a back stab. Only to be hit by a cluster of tentacles that protruded from the witch's hand. Alvela stagered back in suprise and fell on a stair at the back of her head with a *Thunk*, knocking her out cold.

"My my. Two patients, two patients all for me.... hehehe, HeHeHe, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The imposter bent her back backwards in a craze, laughing like some Aldrich joke had been thought up.

--???--

I layed there, gagged, beaten, impaled, and bloodied on a stretcher bound by primitive metal shakles. Something had temporarily restrained my magic, but I feel it coming to. What was it that which wanted of me? Why is she doing this? My head hurts from all of the blood samples she's taken. Allong with all of the incisions and scratches. AHH!? It hurts to think.

No, no more questions. I need to get of here while she was distracted by this 'Moon Scented Hunter'. For some reason, I could smell a pleasant aroma too, like rosemary. My magic, I feel it's enough for basic levitation.

As I focused my horn, I endured what ever pain to remove these damned shakles. After getting the last one, I got off the stretcher and stood at a full height of 6"7, despite the scalpel in my right shoulder. A patient's attire draped me, in a bloodied and ragged state. It barely went past my knees.

I stepped lightly to not make the same mistake the hunter had made, I could still hear the damn witch cackling. I reached over with my left hand to carefully remove the surgical tool. There was only one way out it seems, so that means encountering that bitch and killing her so no one else may suffer.

Suddenly, sort of hole that was filled with malnutritioned, pale creatures holding an axe up to me. "You want me to use this?" I whispered, not wanting to be caught. I grabbed it and felt a familiar weight that I was used to. I was worried what these things might be along with their intentions, but that question will have to wait. All too familiar memories poured into my still aching head.

What ever these creature are, they don't seem to mean harm, and instead wanted to help me. I quicly, but carefully walked towards the door to the laughing woman.

When I stepped out, there she was, still laughing and cackling. She won't know a thing, but where was this hunter. I looked to the floor, a figure in a black trencher with gloves of sharp metal (1) like claws. Their top hat lay atop one of the stair steps, perfectly flush next to the assumed Hunter's head.

I steped lightly, despite my hooves being hard on the wooden planks. If I did make a sound, it was drowned by the hideous laughter of the hypocrite of a witch. Didn't she say that the noise may bring a beast in?

As soon as I was right behind the cackling banshee, I struck with as much force as the combine power of the axe and my arm could muster.

Author's Note

(1) For Alvela's attire, she wears the following;
Hunter top hat
Hunter attire (set found in the sewers)
Charred hunter gloves
Hunter trousers