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.

The vampire looked up at her with fear and submission, nodding slowly. Elara sighed, pushing the dagger a little harder against their forehead to punctuate her next words. "Good." She paused for a moment before removing the blade completely. "Now... why do you think I'd let someone like you live?"

She didn't expect much of an answer, but it wouldn't hurt to make this one suffer just a little bit longer. The vampire shrank back against the bush, its body trembling in fear. Elara felt a small part of herself pity the creature, but she pushed the feeling aside; after all, they were just monsters that had been given too much life by fate's cruel hand.

Ah, another pathetic story about how they were just "forced" to become vile creatures like this. Elara rolls her eyes, not bothering to conceal her disdain. "Let me guess," she says with a sigh, "it was some sort of dark magic or curse? Or maybe you got bitten by another one of your kind and now you're just another cog in this twisted machine?" The vampire looks at her pleadingly, but Elara remains unmoved. "I've heard it all before," she continues. "No matter what your story is, you're still a monster. And as far as I'm concerned, that makes you fair game." She takes a step closer to the cowering vampire.

Ah, the old "family" card. How original. The vampire huntress crosses her arms over her chest, regarding the creature with a look of mild amusement. "And just how do you plan on finding them?" she asks coolly. "As far as I know, once you're turned into one of these things, your ties to your mortal life are severed." The vampire remains silent, and Elara smirks. "Oh, that's right. You probably don't know anything about the lives you used to lead, do you? That poor family of yours..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly. "...didn't they warn you not to stray too far from home at night?"

The vampire looked even more miserable now, and a part of Elara almost felt sorry for it. But that feeling was quickly pushed aside by the righteous fury that burned within her. "I think I have a better idea," she says finally. "Why don't you join me?" She tilts her head to one side suggestively, not hiding the glint of amusement in her eyes. "Together, we can hunt down every last vampire until they're all gone... and then maybe I'll let you find your family. But only if they haven't already been turned." She lets the offer hang

An interesting development. The locket, huh? Well, I suppose it's better than nothing. "Alright then," she says with a shrug, her tone dismissive. "If you really want to help me, prove your loyalty." She holds out a hand, palm up. "Give me the locket." There's no warmth in her voice as she speaks; it's almost as if she were discussing the weather or the price of tea.

"Fair enough," she says with a nod, her expression unreadable. "I suppose I'll just have to take it from you then." In one swift motion, Elara lunges forward, snatching the vampire by the throat and lifting them off the ground with surprising strength. She holds them easily, despite their struggles.

"Now," she continues calmly, "I'm going to ask one more time: Give me the locket." The vampire still refuses, and so she tightens her grip slightly, causing the creature to choke audibly as its claws scrabble uselessly at her arm.

"I could make this a lot easier for both of us," she says conversationally, "or I could just kill you right now." Her voice carries a note of warning that is not to be ignored.

As the vampire continues to struggle, she sighs and shrugs indifferently before bringing her free hand up to cover the other's fist. With a swift motion, her thumb presses down hard on the vampire's windpipe, silencing its pleas instantly. The creature goes limp in her grip as it succumbs to the pressure and slowly dies. She releases her grip on the neck and watches with detached curiosity as the body collapses lifelessly to the ground.

"Well," she mutters, "that could've gone better." Looking down at the locket still hanging around the vampire's neck, she snaps it off roughly before pocketing it herself. "Some other time, perhaps..."

The vampire hisses in annoyance as she takes another step closer to it. "I don't think so," she says coolly, her voice dripping with disdain. "That locket is far too important to be in the hands of a monster like you." She reaches down and roughly yanks the necklace from its collar, pocketing it as well before turning away.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she says over her shoulder without looking back, "I have other...business to attend to." With that, she walks off into the night, leaving the dead vampire and the broken promise of family behind her.

Her gaze coolly sweeps over the vampire as it tries to grab her leg. She sighs in annoyance before roughly shoving the creature away, sending it tumbling several feet across the grass. "You don't have humanity," she says bluntly, staring down at the writhing vampire. "You gave that up the moment you allowed yourself to be turned."

With a flick of her wrist, Elara summons her dagger and hurls it towards the vampire, pinning its struggling form to the ground. It hisses and snarls at her, baring its teeth in anger and fear as she approaches once more, her expression unreadable. She kneels down beside the pinned creature before leaning in close, speaking softly into its ear. "The locket can't save you now."

The vampire's desperate attempt to grab her collar is met with little resistance as she easily shrugs it off, barely even flinching. Her pale gaze remains fixed on the creature before her, devoid of any sympathy or pity. "You are a monster," she hisses venomously, speaking into the vampire's ear so that only it can hear her words. "And monsters do not deserve mercy." With lightning speed, she draws back her fist and delivers a powerful blow directly to the vampire's nose, crushing it with a sickening crack.

The creature howls in agony as blood sprays across Elara's face and hands, staining her immaculate suit further. Its struggles grow weaker with each passing moment, but she doesn't relent. Instead, she methodically begins to rip chunks of flesh from the vampire's body, using its own claws against it as she slowly tears it apart in a gruesome display of brutality.

"This is what you deserve," she whispers darkly, her voice edged with fury and hatred as she relishes in the creature's pain. "And I will see to it that every last vampire feels this same agony before their time comes."

The vampire's unexpected counterattack sends her sprawling several feet away, its own strength surprising even her for a moment. It manages to break free of her grip and scrambles to its feet, snarling at her as it bares its fangs in defiance. Her expression darkens as she watches the creature rise once more, an unyielding determination forming within her chest.

Ignoring the pain from where the vampire's claws scratched and cut through her suit earlier, she draws herself up to her full height and stalks slowly towards it, eyes glinting dangerously in the moonlight. "You really think you can defeat me?" She asks coolly, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I've hunted vampires like you since before you were even born."

With incredible speed, she launches herself at the vampire once more, using her superior strength and agility to overpower it. Her fingers dig painfully into its throat as she forces it back down onto the ground, pinning it beneath her powerful form. As she looms close to the vampire's face, breath hot against its neck, she whispers ominously, "And I will continue to hunt you all... until there is no one left."

Her cold laughter fills the air as she tilts her head slightly, studying the struggling vampire beneath her. "Foolish creature," she says softly, almost pityingly. "Even if by some miracle you managed to defeat me, do you truly believe another vampire would let you live long enough to find your sister? You're no longer human, and there is nothing left for you in this world."

With a sudden thrust of her hips, she forces the air from the vampire's lungs, rendering it momentarily unable to speak or breathe. She uses this opportunity to snap off another piece of claw, this time aiming for the creature's eye. The vampire screams in pain as its eyeball pops free from its socket and rolls across the grass. With a satisfied grin, she leans down close to its ear once more. "Your only chance... is to accept your fate," her voice husky and seductive despite the gruesome words. "Join me, and together we can end this cycle of suffering..."

Her face twists into a look of annoyance. "I could always take out the other eye if you'd prefer." She hisses, moving her head closer to its remaining unharmed eye, making sure it can feel her hot breath against the delicate flesh. "Or maybe I'll rip your throat out instead... No, wait," she says almost thoughtfully. "I know what would really make you suffer..."

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she slowly shakes her head, letting out a low laugh that sends chills down the vampire's spine. "Oh, I absolutely would," she says in a voice so cold it makes the creature quiver with fear. "And you know what's even better? You won't be able to do a single thing to stop me." As she speaks, her hand slips beneath the vampire's body, wrapping around its sack of gonads and roughly squeezing.

"So," she purrs, leaning in even closer now, their faces only inches apart, "what will it be? Will you fight me until there's nothing left but pain and suffering?" Her free hand curls into a fist, preparing to deliver another brutal blow should the vampire choose not to cooperate. Or perhaps... she thinks with dark delight as her other hand squeezes harder around the base of its penis... it'll choose submission instead. Either way, Elara doesn't much care; they all end up dead eventually.

Her cold, black eyes narrow as she notices the vampire's growing arousal in spite of its suffering. A faint smile curls her lips upward in amusement. "I see," she purrs, releasing her grip on the injured creature's testicles. "Perhaps you weren't as hopeless as I thought." Her hand moves to cup the growing length beneath it, feeling the heat emanating from it against her cool skin.

"But before we get too carried away," she says with a dangerous glint in her eye, "I want answers." She presses her thumb against the now-engorged tip of the vampire's cock, eliciting a hiss of pain from the creature as it arches its back involuntarily. "Who leads your little nest? How many are there?" Her voice is dangerously soft, each word drawing the vampire deeper into her web of control and torture.

Ah, so you're eager to cooperate now. Interesting. She retrieves a small map from her belt and holds it out, waiting patiently for the vampire to mark the location of its nest. Her other hand remains firmly around the throbbing length in front of her, as if daring the creature to try anything funny. "Make sure you're honest," she warns with a dangerous smile. "I can always double-check your work later."

Hmm... the vampire's mark is very specific. Elara narrows her eyes as she studies it on the map, noting that it's located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Interesting choice of location. It must be well-protected to withstand this long undetected. She looks back up at the vampire, a cold gleam in her eye. "You seem very certain about that," she says slowly, letting her hand trail down the length of its cock again before grasping it tightly at the base.

The vampire hisses in pain and writhes beneath her grip, but Elara merely tilts her head to one side nonchalantly, watching its reactions closely. "Tell me," she whispers, leaning close enough that their breath mingles on the air between them, "how long have you been living there?"

The vampire's confession does little to improve its situation; if anything, it only serves to anger Elara further. "And why did they take you?" she demands through gritted teeth. "Were you just unlucky enough to be out alone when they found you?" She squeezes her hand tighter around the throbbing length at her command, relishing in the vampire's agony.

The creature writhes and moans beneath her grip, but Elara hardly notices; all she can focus on is the blood pulsing through its veins and the sweet taste of revenge dancing on her tongue. "I want names," she growls, leaning in closer until their faces are only inches apart once more. Her cold breath whisks across the vampire's face, sending shivers down its spine. "Every last one of them."

"Cum all you want," Elara murmurs darkly as she relinquishes her grip on the vampire's cock, leaning back and giving it a sharp slap across its face instead. The creature lets out a hiss of pain, arching its back in protest. "But remember, they won't be as lenient with you." Her voice is dangerously calm as she reaches down and pulls out the vampire's damaged eye from its ruined socket. "This," she says, holding up the bloody mass for the creature to see before dropping it onto its chest with a wet splat, "is what will happen to you if you don't give me what I want."

The vampire's plea falls on deaf ears as Elara continues to study it coldly. She knows that the creature doesn't understand what she really wants, or why she has spared its life. But that is irrelevant now; soon enough, this pathetic being will be nothing more than a memory. When she finally speaks, her voice is as hard and unforgiving as stone.

"You misunderstand," she says calmly. "I don't care about your suffering. What I want are names. The names of everyone who took part in turning you into this... thing." She gestures dismissively at the writhing creature before her, her expression unreadable. "And unless you give them to me, I will continue to hurt you... until there's nothing left."

The vampire's pleas fall on deaf ears as Elara sighs and shakes her head. "I had hoped you would be more helpful," she says, sounding disappointed. With a swift motion, she grabs a handful of the creature's hair and yanks its head back roughly. Her other hand slips beneath the vampire's body, wrapping around its penis once more, squeezing painfully hard as her grip on its hair keeps its face held in place.

"Tell me their names," she hisses through gritted teeth, "or I swear to God I will break you." She gives the throbbing length a brutal twist, causing the vampire to writhe and scream in agony.

Her pale gaze drifts downward as she watches the struggle beneath her hands, taking in every detail of the creature's body... every part that could be useful in sending a message. And it strikes her then, like a bolt from the blue: if this vampire won't tell her what she wants to hear, maybe someone else will. Maybe she just needs to find another member of its nest and interrogate them instead...