Let's begin this story of Hunters and Silver-Eyed Witches, Beasts and Yoma, and A city and island by seeing just how two worlds end up colliding! Exciting news as well, I was finally able to get my hands on Bloodborne! This means I'll be playing as I write this! Warning this story will contain elements of horror, graphic violence, blood, and gore.

In the middle of the ocean far away from the larger mainland was an island, completely secluded from the rest of the world. One this island humanity lives in fear of the demonic threat known as Yoma. Humanoid shapeshifters that devour human flesh. The only hope humanity has on this lonely island are the Claymores, young women with Yoma flesh and blood surgically implanted into their bodies, giving them enhanced strength and capabilities in comparison to the average human. Given their name by the people in reference to the large swords they wield, the Claymores are Humanity's only hope in defeating the Yoma. However given the nature of their creation they are not seen as humans, but rather witches or monsters. However somewhere on the mainland there are those who would sympathize with the Claymore's plight.

Lakeside
In the clearing of a forest sat a large lakebed, a small herd of deer could be seen drinking from the lake. Birds perched in the trees nearby chirping without a care in the world, there was however another presence. A young woman with short blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. The woman was dressed completely in a white body armor, silver pauldrons adorned her shoulders. A large claymore sword was sheathed on her back.

This young woman was Clare, the number forty seventh ranked Claymore. Clare looked out over the lakebed, her sharp silver eyes scanning the are for any potential abnormalities. "No indication a Yoma has been stalking around this part of the forest. Yet the villagers reported that merchants and townspeople have gone missing at this very location." Clare mumbled to herself in a monotone voice as she continued to survey the area. The sky was a deep orange color as the sun was about to set in the next hour or so and darkness will envelop the land. "Perhaps the Yoma will begin stalking for its next prey once night falls." Clare once again mumbled to herself as she gently sat down on the ground.

            As Clare waited for the sun to set she let her mind wonder to Raki. The young boy had only be accompanying her as her cook for about a week now. Despite his protests, Clare had him stay back in town with enough money to cover a room at the nearby town's inn for a few days. "There is no sense in putting him in needless danger." Clare thought to herself as she continued to gaze out across the water of the lake. The sky grew darker and darker as the sun continued to set, Clare despite her seemingly relaxed position was still completely alert. As another half hour passed the sun had now completely set as the moon shone brightly in the sky above. Clare stood up as she once again began scanning the area for any signs of Yoma activity.

           Clare began walking around the perimeter of the lake, glancing all around her as she went, searching for any of the telltale signs a Yoma is nearby. What she failed to notice however was a strange misty fog start to roll out from the lake. The lake itself began to gently bubble in the center, the bubbling water was strangely murky. The winds began to howl as the fog now blanketed the entire area around the lakebed. The once chirping birds now squawked in animalistic terror as they all took off into the skies. Clare finally turned to look at the lakebed, seeing the water bubbling violently. Clare's hand immediately flew to the handle of her claymore as she sunk into a combat stance, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

           Clare heard the sound of growling from her left as she turned to see a mangy beast that's body looked like it was decaying and falling apart. The beast snarled before charging towards Clare before leaping into the air, Mae of razor sharp teeth wide open and claws outstretched, poised to tear her to ribbons. Clare drew her claymore and swung, the blade passing through the beast as if it were some kind of illusion. The sound of water violently splashing caught Clare's attention as a large grotesque tentacle burst out of the lake and shot towards the silver-eyed witch. Clare attempted to leap back, but it was to late as the tentacle coiled around her before lifting her off the ground and dragging her below the water of the lake.

          Clare attempted to free herself, thrashing around in a desperate attempt to break out of the monstrous creature's grasp. However this quickly proved pointless as the tentacle was incredibly strong. As she was pulled further and further down, Clare felt her vision start to blur as water began entering her lungs. "So this is the end for me? Sorry Raki, it appears that you are once again on your own in this world." Clare thought to herself as she closed her eyes, letting herself fall unconscious. The fog suddenly faded away and the lake stopped bubbling violently. Everything around the lakebed was once again calm, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever occurred in the first place. However Clare was far from dead, when she awakens it will be in a wretched place.

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Clare's eyes flew open as she sharply inhaled before quickly shooting up to her feet, hand immediately clutching the handle of her claymore. The young woman frantically looked around for any sign of the grotesque tentacle that had grabbed her and dragged her under the water. What she was not expecting however was to find herself in what appeared to be the cobblestone street of a large city.

"Where in the world am I?" Clare mumbled to herself as she slowly let her hand fall from the handle of her sword. Clare scanned the area around her, noticing the rather filthy condition the street and buildings. Grime and decay seemed to cover every surface of the street and walls of the buildings. Clare's nose crinkled in disgust as she could smell rotting corpses and the stench of death throughout the street. "There is no city this large, this must be some form of trick. That or I did truly perish when I was dragged beneath the water." Clare mumbled to herself as she began to walk down the street of the strange city.

        As Clare walked down the street she noticed strange aspects of this foreign city. She could see corpses wrapped tightly in cloth hanging from the roofs above, bones laid strewn amongst the wreckage of carriages. "What do we have here? Have you gone mad like the rest of the lot that wander these streets Lass?" Clare stopped dead in her tracks as she turned her head to the right, only to find a silhouette of a man standing behind a illuminated window. Clare walked up to the window and gazed at the man within the house. "Where exactly am I? I woke up here without any knowledge of how I was brought here." Clare said in her usual monotone voice, however there was a level sternness in her tone as her gaze hardened at the man.

To the Claymore's confusion the man started to cackle hysterically at her question. "Oh so yer an outsider then? I truly pity you Lass, those godless loons will rip ya limb from limb once they find ye!" The man said with another hysteric cackle which only further confused and frustrated Clare, however she did not show this via facial expressions. "Please answer my question sir." Clare said in an a more forceful tone to indicate to the man she was not in the mood for his games at the moment. The man let out another hysteric cackle, this one however was much lower in tone, more sinister in nature. "Why you're in the City of Yharnam, Lass. This forsaken hell, filled with the deranged and rabid beasts. A place where blood flows like a river!" The man said before letting out another hysteric cackle.

Clare however was completely lost, she had never once heard of a city by the name of Yharnam. Before she could ask the man another question however, the sound of footsteps caught both their attention. "Oh, it looks like those loons are on the prowl Lass! Ye best start running, lest you want your head on the end of a damn pike!" The man said with another cackle, sounding more deranged himself with every second that passed. The light in the window was quickly sniffed out as the window became pitch black. Clare let out a sigh before she turned to face the sound of approaching footsteps. What rounded the corner was a group of around six men, they were all dressed in tattered clothing. From what Clare could tell they were also bloodstained. They all carried axes, some had pitchforks, others had large cleavers. Walking by their sides were three large, mangy dogs.

Clare studied the group closely, she noticed the as normal amount of hair on the men and the almost corpse like physique of the dogs. "Something is definitely wrong here, what happened to these people?" Clare thought to herself as she noticed the man leading the group had locked eyes with her. Clare noted his eyes held a manic fear at the very sight of her. "Your kind aren't welcome outsider!" The man snarled in a raspy and strained voice as he pointed his axe at the silver-eyes witch. Clare tensed up, but did not reach for her claymore as she was not allowed to attack humans, regardless of if they showed her hostility. "Sir, I have no idea how I arrived in this city, could you please direct me on how to leave?" Clare asked calmly as she noticed all of them started to brandish their weapons at her.

The leader let out a sharp whistle as the three dogs snarled at Clare before charging at her. The first dog leaped into the air, it's grotesque maw open wide to sink it's fangs into the woman. Clare swiftly kicked the dog in the torso, sending it flying backwards before crashing into the other two dogs. "Kill her! Slaughter her like the beast she is!" The leader shouted as he and his associates charged at Clare. Clare swiftly turned on her heel before she began running as fast as she could down the street, she heard the sounds of the three dogs sprinting after her. "What exactly is happening in this city? The people are hostile upon seeing a stranger, the attack without question. That crazed look in their eyes." Clare thought to herself as she found this whole thing rather unnerving and confusing.

Clare felt the dogs snapping at her heels, causing her to run faster as she took a sharp turn around a corner. Clare continued to run, however she could hear the dogs once again catching up to her and the men were not far behind the dogs. Clare felt one of the dogs leap into her back and bit down on her shoulder, but it's teeth couldn't penetrate her shoulder pauldron. Clare swiftly grabbed the dog by the head before throwing it against the wall before she continued to run. "There has to be a way out of this city or at least a place to hide from this deranged people." Clare thought as she ran out into a more open section of the street. Clare looked around for where she should head next. However a loud bang rung out through the air as Clare felt something pierce through her abdomen.

          Clare hissed in pain as she clutched her hand over the wound, blood beginning to stain her white bodysuit. Clare swiftly looked around only to spot another man standing on a cobblestone platform at the top of a staircase pointing a strange stick weapon at her, the end of it smoking. "It goes against everything the Organization stands for, but I have no choice but to fight them." Clare thought to herself as she swiftly gripped the handle of her claymore as she turned on her heel to face the group she had been running from. However it was to late, one dog pounced on her chest biting down on the arm she was about to draw her sword with, the second and third dogs bit down on her legs after she fell onto her back.

            Clare saw the group of men approach, the leader brandishing his axe, ready to strike. "This is how it ends for me? Goodbye Raki, do your best to survive on your own. Teresa, forgive me I could not avenge you." Clare thought to herself as the man raised his axe above his head, ready to embed the weapon in the woman's skull. However another loud bang rung out as the leader was hit in the neck with something that caused him to stumble. Clare turned her head to the left, there she saw a man in a tricorn hat, a cloth covering his mouth only revealing his hazel eyes. He wore a large black coat, with a white dress shirt and brown vest underneath. Gauntlets adorned his arms, brown pants tucked into large black boots adorned his legs.

             Clare then noticed the weapons the man was carrying. In his right hand was a silver mace, in his left hand was a smaller version of that strange stick weapon, it was still rather large, but Clare noticed it had a metal tube that was smoking. The strangest thing however was the large circular piece of metal strapped to the back of his waist that seemed to have teeth going around it.

"Lovely night isn't it gentlemen? Unfortunately I have to put an end to your little party. So what do ya say we cut the formalities and get into the bloodshed?" The Hunter said as he aimed his Hunter Pistol at the group. The dogs released Clare before they all snarled before lunging at the man. The first dog leaped at the Hunter, only to be shot out of the air by a quicksilver bullet from the Hunter Pistol. The Hunter quickly swung his mace down on top of the second dog's head, the sickening crack of bones could be heard as the second dog collapsed dead, blood splattering the ground around its crushed skull.

The final dog pounced at the Hunter, only for the man to sidestep the attack before swinging his mace down on the dog's spine. Another sickening crack was heard as the dog collapsed, it's spine shattered as it let out one final whimper. Bloody mist left the bodies of the dead rabid dogs and flowed into the Hunter's body. "Who is this person?" Clare thought as she watched the man in stunned disbelief at how swiftly, efficiently, and brutally he dispatched those dogs. "Kill this outsider beast!" The leader shouted as three of the men charged at the Hunter, two held cleavers, the third had a pitchfork. The first huntsman raises his cleaver above his head, ready to slice the Hunter open.

The Hunter swiftly shot the huntsman in the chest with his Hunter Pistol. The huntsmen was staggered as the Hunter drove his mace through the huntsman's chest. Blood spurted out of the man's back before the Hunter positioned his body in front of him. The huntsmen with the pitchfork stabbed his comrade through the back. The Hunter in one swift and violent motion swung his mace to the right, blowing out the right side of the huntsman's ribcage, and knocking the pitchfork out of the second's hand. The first huntsman collapsed to the ground? Blood pooling around his mangled corpse as the Hunter walked towards the disarmed second huntsman. "Now then lads, who should I slaughter next?" The Hunter asked before he lunged forward.

The Hunter swung his mace down on top of the second huntsman's head as blood spurted out of the top of his skull. The Hunter swung his mace upwards, shattering the second huntsman's jaw and snapping his neck. The third huntsman lunged at the Hunter from behind, his cleaver raised above his head. The Hunter leaped to the right as the third huntsman's cleaver struck the ground. The Hunter swiftly whipped around and kicked the third huntsmen in the gut before being his mace down on his spine at the same time. The sound of the huntsman's spine and ribcage shattering could be heard as blood sprayed out hog his Mack splattering onto the Hunter's coat. The third huntsman collapsed as red mist flowed out of the three corpses and into the Hunter's body.

Clare continued to study the strange man, she still couldn't wrap her head around what this man was. "Kill the godless bastard! Kill him!" The Huntsman leader shouted as he and the the remains two huntsmen charged at the Hunter, who holstered his Hunter Pistol on the back of his waist. "Settle down lads, I have plenty of cold steel for the whole lot of ya!" The Hunter shouted in an aggravated tone as Clare realized this man seemed rather annoyed by the people trying to kill him rather then angry. Clare watched as the Hunter plugged his mace into the circular device in the back of his hip as a locking noise was heard. Sparks flew from it as the two aerated blades on it began to spin. The Hunter performed a large sweeping swing in front of him with the Whirligig Saw.

The saw blades cleaved through the three huntsmen like a hot knife through butter as blood sprayed out of all three of them, splattering all over the Hunter's body. The fourth huntsmen who was hit first collapsed to the ground dead as the fifth huntsmen stumbled backwards while the huntsman leader stalked to the side of the Hunter. The Hunter lunges forward and swings the Whirligig Saw at the fifth huntsmen, it's blades spinning. In one swift motion, the fifth huntsman was decapitated as his headless corpse crumbled to the ground. "Die ye bastard!" The Hunter swiftly turned around to find the huntsman leader leaping at him, his axe raised high above his head. The axe embedded itself into the Hunter's shoulder as blood spurted out of his fresh wound.

           The Hunter let out a hiss of pain as he was face to face with the huntsman leader. "This is where you die you depraved beast!" The Huntsman Leader said hysterically as he let a sadistic grin spread across his face. The Hunter however thrust his Whirligig Saw into the huntsman leader's torso before lifting him off his feet and into the air above his head. The Hunter activated the saw blades as they sliced through the huntsman leader, who screamed in agony. Blood sprayed everywhere as the huntsman leader was sawed clean in half his torso dropping to the ground behind the Hunter and his legs dropping to the ground in front of the Hunter. The Hunter stood there, his clothes now drenched in the blood of his now dead foes as the red mist flowed out of the fresh corpses and into his body.

         "Finally that's over and I didn't even end up kicking the bucket that time. It has been awhile since I last dropped dead." The Hunter mumbled to himself as he removed the saw piece of the Whirligig Saw before strapping it back onto his waist. As the Hunter grabbed his Hunter Pistol with his left hand he failed to notice the rifle huntsman aiming at the back of his head. Before he could pull the trigger however, the blade of a claymore pierced through his chest and burst out of his back. The rifle huntsman locked eyes with Clare, who swiftly cut him in half before flicking the blood off her sword. The red mist flowed out of the body and into the Hunter as he turned to face Clare, both of them locking eyes. "Who are you?" Clare demanded as she tightly gripped her sword, not trusting the Hunter not to attack her.

          The Hunter remained silent for a moment before letting out a tired and frustrated sigh. "My name is Klaus, I am a Hunter of Yharnam. You know clean up the streets of beasts and the those who have gone mad. And you are my fair lady?" Klaus asked as he looked Clare over, studying her body language and her demeanor. Clare slightly relaxed her grip on her claymore before speaking. "Clare, I hunt Yoma, flesh eating monsters that shapeshift to hide amongst humans." Clare explained as she sheathed her sword back on her back. Klaus remained silent for a moment before letting a booming laugh one that in Clare's opinion sounded like it was teetering on the edge of hysterical. "A kindred spirit then? Considering I've never heard a soul utter the word Yoma before, you must be an outsider then?" Klaus asked as he gave Clare a curious look.

         "That is correct, I have no idea how I arrived here, only that it was after I was dragged underneath a lake." Clare explained as Klaus's gaze immediately hardened at that explanation. The Hunter stroked his chin in thought before letting out a sigh. "That means you were trapped in this hellish nightmare against your will then? Yharnam is dangerous Clare, as you just learned those who inhabit it have gone mad and will attack on sight." Klaus explained as he gestured to the corpses that litter the ground around them. Clare grimaced slightly as she was beginning to see just how severe this situation actually was. "We'll I suppose it can't be helped then, you best follow me for the time being." Klaus said as Clare's eyes widened in surprise.

         "Are you certain? Wouldn't I hinder your work?" Clare questioned cautiously, still not entirely sure the Hunter was safer company then the other inhabitants of this city. Klaus simply waved his hand at her in rejection of her statement. "Perish the thought, ye handled yourself well with that sword just now. Besides, I think the company would do me a great deal of good. Now then shake a leg Clare, we have ground to cover!" Klaus said as he began walking away as Clare followed after the Hunter. As they walked Clare continued to study her surroundings, however most of her focus was placed on Klaus. "Just who and what are you Hunter of Yharnam?" Clare thought to herself as she knew this whole city was a giant mystery. What she didn't know was just how deep the insanity had dug itself into this place.

So Clare has been transported to the City of Yharnam! Thanks to the help of Klaus, the resident Hunter of the city, she managed to survive a close brush with death at the hands of Yharnam's citizens. As always please leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments! What awaits Clare next as she traverses the foreign city plagued by insanity and beasts? Just who is Klaus and what exactly are his motivations? Will the Claymore be able to figure out a way to return to her home once again? Find out in the next chapter of Claymore: Fear the Old Blood!