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Strap on ladies and gents and heartless alike we are going to take a ride for my Bloodborne fic trilogy inspired by these prompts right here! WARNING! This fanfic is based on the Video Game known as "Bloodborne" and it is rated PG-14, as it includes cursing, descriptions of violence and mild gore. Reader discretion is advised. ~*~*~*~ Summary: What if the Good Hunter had reached Yharnam before the night of the hunt began? What if they had come to meet all of these wonderful people, befriended them, and loved them before everything fell into pieces? These are the memories of what could have been. Of who we were before. ~*~*~*~ Prologue “You were born with nothing, but maybe it is not the end for you. There is a city, far away from here, where you may find your skills to be useful. In the city of blood, Yharnam.” I held the letter tight in her hands, re-reading it for what it would have been the 18th. Waste of skin. Talentless. You are nothing. You should have never been born. These words were repeated to me as far as I could remember. I was born with nothing. An orphan as long as I could remember, a miracle to have survived through my infancy, and a mistake that should have never been born. Yet I survived, I persevered, I lived. And now, leaving the only place I had ever known, I traveled to Yharnam. I had heard much about this city. About its healing blood, its hunters, and of course, its beasts. Yet how with the danger there also came the opportunity that I would not be given anywhere else. Here I could have a new start. No one would deny me because of my heritage. No one would know of my past, or of my flaws. I would start anew, and maybe, just maybe, form a new life to finally be proud of. “We’re here.” The old man huffed loudly, knocking onto the wall of the carriage to gain my attention. I glanced up, my eyes turning to the window. The city was as magnificent as I had heard of before. Even from afar, its buildings displayed their wonder and size with might. I could barely contain myself as the carriage entered the city, making its way to a central plaza of some kind before coming to a halt. “This is your stop.” The old man said. I stepped out of the carriage, glancing up and around with in awe. The stench of the city’s sewage system hit me like a train, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. The tall gothic buildings loomed eerily, as if staring down at me with a challenge. Eyes fell on me before continuing on their way, ignoring me like a beggar on the street. “Thank you.” I said, taking out a pouch of currency, taking out the payment before handing it to the carriage driver, who took it with a shaky hand. “Have you been here before?” He asked. I shook my head, my eyes glancing her surroundings once more. “This would be my first time.” I said. “Ah, a foreigner. Then allow me to give you some advice. An old saying from this city.” The man said. He signaled for me to get closer, which I did in order to hear his whispered words. “Fear the blood.” He whispered, and with that, he sat back down and bid me farewell, before riding away and disappearing into the crowd. I did not know what these words could possibly mean. But by the end of it all, I would never be able to forget them.