A woman lay in a bed, wearing a hospital gown as she waited with her family and friends for the doctor. Her long blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and she was breathing heavily and raggedly. Her parents grasped one of her hands tightly, while her brother and friend watched on in sadness.

"Where is that doctor? She should've been here ten minutes ago!" her father wondered, anxious.

"Probably...dicking around...with other doctors..." the woman said between pants. Her brother laughed lightly.

"She doesn't have a dick, sis," he told her, though his laugh and humor was hollow. They all knew it. For the blonde woman was on the brink of losing her life.

She was fighting hard just to stay awake. The woman laughed as well, though it was just as hollow as her brothers.

"How...do you know?" she asked, weakly wiggling her eyebrows. The occupants of the room laughed at that.

"That's my little Morrigan... Always so crude," her father said after calming down.

"Yeah. That's Morrigan alright," said her friend, a man in his early twenties, like her. A knock came from the door.

"About time," Morrigan's mother muttered under her breath.

A woman opened the door to the room, long, curly hair dyed a bright, blood red, and eyes just a tinge darker. Her skin was fair and pale, and she bore the signature overcoat of a doctor. Behind her came a nurse pulling an IV with blood in the bag.

"Morrigan Downsworth?" the doctor asked. Morrigan nodded. "I'm Doctor Revala. Are you ready for the treatment?" Morrigan nodded again. The woman smiled, some kind of gleam to her eyes. "Wonderful! Now, this nurse here is going to insert this needle into one of your blood vessels, and then we'll begin the transfusion. Alright?"

"Just...get on with it...please..." Morrigan rasped. Revala nodded. With that, the nurse tapped Morrigan's arm lightly, having to pause once or twice due to Morrigan having a coughing fit. Finally, she found a blood vessel, and inserted the needle quickly.

Morrigan winced slightly, but otherwise made no moves against the action. Then, the blood from the IV bag started to flow into Morrigan's veins, and she quickly started to feel better.

She no longer felt a pain in her chest, and she could breathe much easier now. She also felt much less weak, and immediately sat up.

"This is...This is amazing! It worked!" Morrigan cheered. But then the room started to spin. The spinning continued until Morrigan thought she would throw up, and then, just as suddenly it stopped.

She looked around, and found a horrifying sight. Her parent's eyes, mouths, and noses were weeping blood, along with her friend and brother. She screamed, but no one came. She turned to Revala to find the woman perfectly fine, and smirking, that same gleam in her eye.

"I look forward to the blood you will shed, little Morrigan. Hopefully you'll last longer than the others," the woman said cryptically, before she snapped her fingers, and Morrigan's world turned to the darkest of black.

Morrigan awoke to the sound of rain pattering against leaves, and felt the liquid impact her body. She opened her eyes to find her vision impaired by some form of mask. She also felt less of a draft from below like she did in the hospital gown, so something had happened.

Reaching for her face, she lifted the mask up, and took in her surroundings fully. She was in a dense forest, one with trees covered in moss and vines, almost like a jungle, but not quite. For one, the trees weren't as tall. For another, it wasn't abuzz with animal calls.

Standing herself up, she noticed she was wearing completely different garb. One that she recognized from a game she and her brother played.

The Bone Ash set, from Bloodborne. True to it's name, it covered her in armor fashioned from bone ash and sinew, the joints hidden by dark blue, tattered cloth lined with golden silk.

She looked down and found two likewise familiar weapons. The Threaded Cane and the Repeating Pistol. With all this new information, she realized she had been duped, somehow, someway. Naturally, her subsequent reaction to these discoveries was expected, as well as justified.

"FUCK!" she cried in anger. "What the hell do I do now!? My family is most likely dead if those rivers of blood gushing from every hole on their faces was any indication, I'm lost in an unknown area, someone took the time to strip me and redress me, doing possibly who knows what to me while I was unconscious, and it's all because of that bitch!" Morrigan fumed.

She continued like this for what felt to her like hours. Yelling, screaming, shouting varied obscenities, and even taking her anger out on the environment. Nothing was spared of her wrath, and, by the end of it, the ground was kicked up, stones were chucked at trees, and many of the few animals around fled in terror. Finally, she regained her composure and sat down, head in her hands.

"What am I gonna do? I'm alone in the wilderness in the back end of who-fucking-knows-where, no phone, no car, and no way of knowing where the hell I am! Plus, my family is now most likely dead! Damn it all to hell..."

The woman fought back her tears, but it was a fruitless effort. They started to stream from her eyes as she wept, her world having been swept away as soon as she had it back. A cruel universe, that was what she lived in. Her family, her friends, they were gone.

There was no way to bring them back. And yet... She hoped against hope she was wrong. That what she saw was fake, a dream. With that in mind, she tried to wake herself up. She tried pinching herself, even shaking her head like her friend George told her to do when having a nightmare, but nothing worked.

This was real, and she was terribly, utterly alone. Tears flowed anew from her eyes, and she wailed. The world she knew was gone now. There was only pain and suffering ahead.

Then, she heard a deep, rumbling growl from behind her. Turning her gaze to whatever lay behind her, she shrunk back in fear. For there, in front of her, was a lycanthrope, straight from Bloodborne.

The beast growled again, drool leaking from it's maw and claws ready to rend and tear. It lunged at her without warning, and she was forced to dodge. She nearly didn't make it, but somehow she managed. She picked up the weapons on the ground, and shakily readied herself for a fight.

The beast roared and lunged again, but Morrigan stopped it with the Cane. It pushed her back, gnawing on the cane now in it's mouth, biting wildly, trying to dislodge it. Morrigan fought back as much as she could, but the thing was strong, and forced her onto her back.

This is it, she thought. I'm going to die here. Tears once again streamed from her eyes as she thought this, before she felt a surge of anger well up in her.

No...No! Fuck that! I'm not gonna just roll over and let that bitch win! Not a chance in hell! With that, the woman pushed back with renewed strength, actually pressing the lycanthrope back.

With an anger fueled kick, she launched the beast off of her, the fires of rage now blazing brightly in her emerald eyes. She whipped the Cane out, pressing a button on the top, turning it into it's second form, a bladed whip.

She whirled it overhead, before cracking it at the beast, striking it on the nose and drawing blood. A howl of pain came from it, but she didn't stop, she whipped it again, and again, and again, slicing, dicing, and cutting into the savage beast's flesh and hide, not letting up for a moment as her anger burned.

She yelled like a savage, crying her rage and wrath to the world and heavens above, crying her will to survive, to show the world, the universe, that she would not back down. That she would not be beaten.

Her motions were a blur, and she scarcely recognized the lump of bloody flesh that was the beast now, which was beyond dead. But she continued, she continued until her arm was sore, and then, and only then, did she stop and collapse to her knees. She gazed over herself, form shaking with adrenaline and covered in blood.

The Hunt...had begun for her.

A group of anthropomorphic pony hunters turned their gazes to the west, having heard the sounds of roaring, howling, and yelling.

The telltale signs of a fight. The two pony Hunters glanced at each other, a stern look shared between them.

"You heard that, right, Night Glider?" asked one Pegasus, his wings shifting behind him.

"Yeah, I heard it, Whistle Blower" Night Glider, the dark blue furred mare replied, standing tall at just under five foot nine. Her large, cyan eyes were alight with a storm of thought.

The mare's pure white mane was blown backwards, and styled well, light, grayish blue streaks in it. She wore a heavy trench coat, a mask covering her muzzle while her feet were covered in black leather boots. Two weapons were in either of her hands. On her right, an axe, and on the other, a simple pistol.

"Should we check it out?" Whistle Blower asked, his purple fur riddled with scars and his black Church robes stained with the blood of beasts. His sleek black mane was wild and unkempt, mirroring his lack of sleep. His large, brown eyes glanced to his partner in question.

In his right hand was a small, silver sword, on his back it's bladed and decorated sheath, while in his left hand was a blunderbuss.

"Yeah. Could be a civillian," Night Glider nodded. With that, the duo set out for the direction of the sounds of fighting.

Starswirl was studying the moon above, trying to discern some higher truth from it's holy glow.

Alas, like every other night the moon was full, he found nothing. No spark of ancient, untold and higher wisdom, no Insight, nothing. He scowled and threw his instruments across his study, the fountain pen flying across the room and splattering ink around, and his charts fluttering to the hard wood floor below.

"Blast it all..." he cursed. He sighed, the many bells on his robes and hat jingling with the motion of his body. His silvery grey beard and fur seemed to glisten in the light of the moon, shining through a large, open window. His beard was wild and wiry, and his golden eyes had bags under them. "Alright, it will be alright. I simply have to keep trying. Nothing worth doing is done without serious effort, after all," he assured himself.

That was when he felt it. When his horn sparked, as if in recognition of something. Something very powerful. His dim golden eyes darted to the window, in the direction of the forest miles away. His blue, star speckled robes moved with the action, which in turn caused the many bells to jingle once more. "Hmmm..." he hummed. "It seems something new has arrived..."

Author's Notes:

Hello my lovelies! This is just a little Bloodborne Displaced story I've had for a while in my files, but never got around to continuing.

Hope you all like it, though if you don't, please say why! This time I'm gonna try to focus on the feeling of the story more, so hopefully there won't be any random bits of sex or comedy, just all seriousness and bloodshed. Basically, more gloom and doom. Fun, right?

Anyway, thank you all for reading!

-Timeless Celestial