Title:           Eileen the Crow in Equestria (Bloodborne crossover)
Author:          Atrophy
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First Edit:      Sunday 12th of April 2015 08:58:29 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 12th of April 2015 09:15:56 PM CDT

>You aren't sure how long you've been here.
>It feels like it's been forever, despite the heat of battle still burning in your heart.
>Damned hunter.
>You were quick, and you were sure you had him.
>But he was quicker.
>And now you lie on the cobble at the foot of the Grand Cathedral, bathing in a pool of your own blood.
>What a fool, Eileen.
>You're not built for this trade, anymore.
>You even needed help in taking down Henryk.
>Where did that hunter go...
>Anonymous, wasn't it?
>He saw your pitiful sight and entered the Cathedral, himself.
>You tried to stop him, but what did it matter anymore?
>An abnormally large moon of red looms overhead, mirroring the crimson pool beneath you.
>Your feathered garb is matted with dried blood.
>You must look horrid.
>But you realize that the sounds of clashing blades and yells had ceased.
>The fight inside had stopped.
>And the sound of footsteps descending the stone steps of the Cathedral reaches your ears.
>Anonymous is dead, isn't he?
>You hear the clicking of a saw blade.
>That's what Anonymous uses.
>With every last ounce of your energy, you look up.
>It's him, and he's covered in blood.
>Thankfully, not his.
>His face is grim, but his eyes are soft with sympathy.
>You liked him.
>One of the few hunters you didn't mind.
>He doesn't move to help you.
>You don't blame him.
>You think he knows that your time has come.
>Instead, he elects to kneel down before you.
>With a cough, you clear your throat, still clutching at your bloody wounds.
"Don't you ever listen to your elders?" you say, your lips curling into a grin.
>He smiles, but it seems forced.
"No matter... you did save my life. I don't seem to be apt for this life anymore... my glory days were long ago now..."
>Your breathing gets heavier, and he notices this.
 
>He sits down, not minding the blood on the floor.
>Your blood.
>He leans against the opposite railing, staring at you with a neutral expression.
"Hmmm, I know. Here, for you," you say, offering him a few things from your pouch.
>Your Crow Hunter Badge, and a rune.
>The blood moon hangs low, and the howling of beasts sounds more twisted than ever before.
>You're going to leave him here, and he knows that.
>And it looks like he's running short on... friends.
>Why must it hurt?
>You weren't one for companionship, but...
>Everybody's going a little mad, aren't they?
>He eyes the badge in his hands, and you give him a small laugh.
"This, too, is hunters' work, but bears no honour. A burden you may choose to carry. The decision is yours alone."
>He looks up at you, regarding you with wide eyes.
>You'd think he'd shed a tear, but you know that there's no room for that in Yharnam.
>The pain from your wounds have numbed, and your body is beyond the point of no return.
"Ahh... my eyes grow weary..."
>His stare looks anxious now, but you give him a soft smile.
>He returns it.
"Let me rest a while... I'll be fine, just wait..."
>Your words don't move him.
>Shouldn't he be moving on?
>You know he's going to be the one to solve this mess.
>You can feel it in your bones.
>Yet, he remains.
>And you realize that you don't want him to leave.
>He seems to know this.
>So he stays.
>And you breathe, because it's all you can do now.
>Your eyelids become heavy, and you close your eyes for the last time.
>But you still breathe, and he still hasn't left.
>It takes awhile for you to die.
>The dream has turned to hell around you.
>You failed your mission.
>Yet you feel at peace.
>A final breath escapes your lips.
>And the last thing you hear is Anonymous standing up to leave.