Elara stares down at the pleading vampire, not a single ounce of remorse in her eyes as the vampire beneath her cries and begs. Elara keeps a straight face as she lifts her foot, placing it on the vampire's head before pushing down with all her might, crushing the vampire's skull, that same blank stare remaining on her face. She lets out an annoyed sigh at the vampire blood on her suit. "Dammit... I'll just wash it off myself." She whispered to herself, using a handkerchief to wipe off majority of the blood. As she does so, she hears rustling in a nearby bush. Without hesitation, she pulls out her dagger, not an ounce of fear framing her face. She slowly approaches the bush, her movements calculated and quiet. As she reaches the bush, she immediately throws her dagger. Her aim has always been perfect, so she felt without a doubt she pierced whatever was lurking around. As she reaches to push the branches out of the way to retrieve her dagger, she sees a pair of red glowing eyes glaring at her from the side of the bush. Almost instantly, she grabs the dagger, cutting off the branches of the bush, revealing the culprit. She holds her dagger in between the person's eyes. As Elara looks closer, she notices the fangs. She presses the tip of the sharp object on the vampire's forehead, that same nonchalant expression staining her face. "You know I can kill you... right?" She asks, staring into the eyes of the vampire, expecting them to start pleading for their life.
I know
Her eyes widen slightly as the vampire speaks. This was not what she expected. There's no hesitation in her voice as she responds. "And yet... you decided to come after me." She presses the tip of her dagger against the vampire's forehead harder, making them flinch slightly. Her breath hitches in her throat for a moment before she continues speaking. There's an oddly seductive quality to her tone despite the coldness that underlies it. "What makes you so special?"
I didn't try to come after you. I just heard some noise and hoped it was a animal.
Her lips curl into a cold smile as the vampire speaks. "You know," she whispers, tilting her head to the side slightly, "that's exactly what all of them said." She presses down harder with the dagger until it draws blood, causing the vampire to hiss in pain. Her pale skin and fangs shining in the moonlight as she continues to hold him at bay. "But I always knew better. You should have stayed hidden... now look where you are." Elara's voice is deceptively calm, each word dripping with venom.
Her free hand reaches up, trailing across her cheek before resting on the vampire's neck. He shudders under her touch as she squeezes, drawing more blood. "You must be important... so many of your kind trying to take me down." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words
Please ma'am don't kill me
Her lips curl into a cruel smile as the vampire begs for mercy. "Tsk tsk," she says mockingly, shaking her head. "You're not supposed to beg... that's what makes you weak." She withdraws her hand from his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair instead. The pain registers on the vampire's face as she roughly pulls his head back, exposing his throat.
"You know what I do to those who beg?" Elara asks, her voice low and dangerous. "I let them suffer... and then I end it quickly." Her other hand moves toward one of the numerous hidden pockets in her suit, fumbling for something before withdrawing it: a thin chain with several small weighted objects dangling from it. A silver crucifix at its end glimmers menacingly in the moonlight.
"Or...
Well, I could just get all cruel and sadistic... but where's the fun in that? You know how much I hate repeating myself." Her voice drips with venom as she places a small metal collar around the vampire's neck, clicking it shut with a satisfying snap. "Now you belong to me, little vampire. And if you ever try to run away..." She trails off, her gaze falling to his still beating chest. "...I'll just have your head mounted on my wall."
She takes one last look at the newly collared vampire before casually tossing him aside, watching as he skids a few feet across the ground. The silver crucifix clinks against stone, drawing Elara's attention once more to her new prize. With an amused smile playing on her lips, she bends down and retrieves it, examining the detail with cool interest before
As I fall to the ground a photo falls out of my pocket
Her eyes narrow as she notices something fall out of the vampire's pocket. Curiosity getting the better of her, she picks up the photo and studies it briefly before tucking it away into another one of her hidden pockets. A brief flicker of emotion crosses her face, but it's gone almost immediately, leaving no trace behind. "I wonder..." she murmurs under her breath, almost to herself. "Perhaps I can use this to my advantage."
Rising to her feet once more, she turns her attention back to the vampire still writhing on the ground before her. The collar around his neck seems to glow faintly in the moonlight, as if seething with power. Elara's lips purse into a thin line as she considers her next move. With a sigh, she reaches down and roughly yanks him back up by his hair. "Time to
Please give that back that's the only thing that keeps me going
Her eyes narrow as she pulls the vampire closer, studying him intently. The collar around his neck practically hums with energy at her touch. "Why would I do that?" she asks calmly, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You're just another monster trying to hurt people." With a harsh shove, she pushes the vampire away from her again, watching as he falls roughly to the ground once more.
Her hand moves absently to one of her hidden pockets, idly fingering whatever it is that she keeps there. "But..." She pauses for a moment, considering what the photo could mean. Perhaps this vampire isn't like all the others. And perhaps if she plays her cards right... Elara draws herself up to her full height and takes a step closer to the writhing figure on the ground. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill
Please that photo is the last thing I have of my humanity. I don't care what you do to me just please give it back
Her gaze shifts between the vampire and the photo in her hand before settling on him once more. For a moment, something that might almost be pity flickers across her features. But it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced by an emotionless mask. "You don't understand," she says coldly, her voice distant and clipped. "That photo means nothing to me." With a careless shrug, she tosses the photo aside again. It skids across the ground towards the vampire before stopping just out of his reach.
She takes another step closer, her hands still resting at her sides as if she's contemplating something. "Perhaps I could use you for bait," she muses thoughtfully. "Lure in your kind and dispose of them all." A sinister smile curls the corners of her mouth upwards at the thought. For once, emotion seems to
I reach out and grab the photo holding it close
Her expression hardens as she watches the vampire reach for the photo. "You should have just stayed quiet," she snarls, taking another step closer, her feet crunching on dry leaves beneath her boots. Despite herself, a surge of adrenaline races through her at the challenge he presents. "Perhaps now you'll see what it means to cross paths with someone like me."
With lightning-quick reflexes, she lunges forward, grabbing one of the vampire's arms and twisting it sharply behind his back. The vampire cries out in pain as she locks her other hand around his throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off his air supply. Her fangs glint dangerously in the moonlight as she leans down close to his face. "Do you know what they call someone like me?" she whispers into his ear, sending a
I continue to look at the photo silently praying
Elara paused, tilting her head slightly as she considered the photo in the vampire's hand once more. The curiosity was nearly unbearable; she wanted to know what could possibly matter so much to one of her enemies. But then again, revealing any sort of weakness would only serve to embolden him further. With a sigh, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.
Her grip tightened around his throat as she whispered harshly into his ear, "They call me Elara | Vampire Hunter." The emphasis on her title was like a knife through his heart. His struggles began to weaken as he realized that there would be no escape from this night, no rescue coming for him. She let out a cold laugh before snapping his neck, watching as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground with a thud.
With a final glance at the