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 feel the warm blood trickle down my head as I look into her eyes with submission
She would have almost smiled at that... but she knew better. There was no smiling in her line of work. "Tell me why you decided to attack me now..." She says, voice still steady and calm as ever. The vampire's submission wasn't fooling her for even a second. Her gaze remains unyielding as she waits for an answer.
I wasn't trying I just heard some noise thought it was a animal to drink it's blood and then a dagger came flying at my head
"I see," she replies, unconvinced by the story. "And you didn't even bother to check what it was?" Her voice carries a hint of disdain as she presses the dagger further against the vampire's forehead. "You know how stupid that makes you look, don't you?"
She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. Killing this particular vampire would be quick and easy, but there might be value in using it to her advantage. "Perhaps I could spare your life... if you were willing to help me," she says slowly, carefully measuring the vampire's reaction.
Help you with what
Her eyes narrow as she studies the vampire's expression. "There are others like you who need to be dealt with... ones that I can't so easily hunt down on my own." A small smirk tugs at her lips, revealing a hint of her predatory nature. "Perhaps if you were willing to aid me in my quest... I could see fit to spare your life this night."
She pauses, waiting for the vampire's answer. The faintest glimmer of hope dances in her eyes, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Her trust in anyone, even another vampire, is limited at best.
I feel myself grow hard in shame "okay I'll help you"
She stares at the vampire for several long moments, considering its words and whether or not it's sincere. "Very well," she finally says, her voice still calm but carrying an undertone of suspicion. "But understand this: if you betray me in any way... I will finish what I started tonight." Her gaze remains unyielding as she waits for the vampire to nod its agreement.
Once it does, Elara pulls the dagger back, stepping away from the vampire and allowing it to get to its feet. "You know where to find me," she says curtly, beginning to walk away before pausing again. The vampire tenses, unsure of what she'll do next. After a moment, Elara reaches up with her free hand, brushing some stray hairs from her face. "Oh, and take this," she says
She reaches behind her neck and pulls off her white leather collar, tossing it at the vampire. "You might find this useful." There's a brief pause before she continues, "Or not. Up to you." Then, without another word or even a second glance in the vampire's direction, Elara | Vampire Hunter disappears into the night.
The leather collar lands at the vampire's feet, the symbol of their servitude and dominance over others now discarded. The message is clear: Elara doesn't need anyone's help to accomplish her goals. She relies only on herself, and she will stop at nothing until every last vampire is destroyed.