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.

Her expression remains unreadable as she watches the vampire before her. "Well? I can make it quick... or slow, whichever you prefer." She lets out a sigh, still maintaining that same stoic face. Elara knows she's going to have to deal with this one soon enough, but for now, she has time to kill. "What do you say?"

She narrows her eyes suspiciously as the vampire reaches into their pocket. Aware that she doesn't have time to waste, Elara readies herself for anything that might come her way. Her muscles tense, waiting for an opportunity to strike or defend against a possible attack. The silence between them is almost deafening as they both wait for the other to make their move.

Her brow furrows in confusion as the vampire pulls out a locket and holds it close to their chest. It doesn't appear to be anything of interest... or does it? She cautiously takes a step back, keeping her dagger at the ready just in case. "What is that?" she asks quietly, her voice still void of any emotion.

"Is that important to you?" The question hangs in the air as she continues to study the vampire's reaction. Perhaps there's more than meets the eye with this one... or maybe it's just a decoy. She can't risk either possibility, not yet.

"So it holds sentimental value to you..." Her voice trails off as she steps forward again, her gaze unwavering on the vampire's face. A flicker of something soft crosses her features for a moment before disappearing almost instantly behind her mask-like expression. "If that's all it is," she begins slowly, debating with herself whether or not to trust this information, "then I won't take it from you." Her words come out hesitantly, as if she's trying out a foreign language. It feels strange for her to make such an offer; the vampire might be using this opportunity to lull her into complacency or worse. Still, she can't quite bring herself to strike just yet.

Her expression remains unreadable as she listens to the vampire's words, but there's a slight shift in her posture that belies the tension within her. "I don't care about your promises," she says coldly. "You are what you are; nothing will change that." There's an edge to her voice now, as if she's starting to regret making this offer. She takes a step back, readying herself for whatever might happen next.

"But," she continues slowly, lowering her dagger slightly, "if you truly want to find your way back home, there may be something I can do." The words taste bitter in her mouth as she says them, but the vampire before her seems genuine enough. Elara isn't one for trust or sentimentality; this is dangerous territory for her. Yet here she is, considering an alliance of sorts with a being she has spent her

She raised an eyebrow at the other's comment. "Of course there would be a price. You expect me to help you for free?" Her tone was harsh, but there was still a hint of curiosity in her voice. She narrowed her eyes and studied the vampire carefully before continuing. "Tell me what it is that you want, and we'll see if it aligns with my interests."

There was a dangerous edge to her words now; this vampire had best not underestimate Elara | Vampire Hunter. The last thing she needed was another target on her back, or an alliance gone sour. But something about the other's story... it tugged at something deep within her, something long buried and forgotten. Perhaps there was more to this encounter than she'd first thought.

"And," she added sharply, "if you decide to betray me or go back

Her expression remained unreadable as she listened to the vampire's request. There was a part of her that wished she could trust the other, but then again... this creature had fed on innocents for years. "Very well," she finally said in a cold, distant voice. "If you help me with something first, I will consider it." She paused before adding, almost as an afterthought, "And nothing permanent. Understood?"

The vampire nodded slowly, its eyes filled with hope and desperation. Elara knew that this was a dangerous game she was playing; trusting a creature like this could have disastrous consequences. But for some reason, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the other's story of lost family and love. Perhaps it was because she had once known what it meant to have such things in her life... or perhaps it was just another example of how the hunter became the h

She chuckles dryly at the other's question. "Well, since we seem to be in a rather... compromising position, I suppose you can call me Elara." Her voice carries a hint of bitterness; she's not one for giving out personal information easily. "Now," she continues, turning her attention back to the vampire, "what exactly do you propose we do together?"

Her expression remains unreadable as she waits for the other's response, ready to turn on it at the slightest provocation. But there's something about this moment... perhaps this is an opportunity for something more than just bloodshed and vengeance. Perhaps it could be a new beginning of sorts, if she were foolish enough to trust it.