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.

Elara's eyes widen in surprise at the vampire's offer. Its desperation for even a sliver of hope is almost touching, she thinks darkly to herself as she considers her next move. Finally, she nods slowly, releasing its injured eye from her grip and leaning back slightly. "Alright then," she says, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "We have an understanding." As she speaks, her free hand squeezes harder around the creature's groin, forcing out a muffled whimper of pain. "Now, tell me where your little sister is..." She pauses for dramatic effect, lowering her voice to an almost seductive murmur as she continues, "...and I might just let you live long enough to see her again."

Her lips quirk up in an almost amused smile. "I might hurt her a little," she says slowly, letting another pause hang in the air before continuing, "but only if you give me reason to." She leans even closer now, her warm breath fanning across the vampire's cheek as it whispers, "Just tell me where she is, and I'll make sure you see each other again. It will be the last kindness I ever show you." The words hang in the air between them like a poisoned apple, promising sweet relief even as they hint at certain death.

Her hand tightens around the vampire's genitals once more, reminding it of its place and its duty. It had a choice now: either it could suffer alone or give up this last bit of information to ensure the safety of its sister. The vampire can feel the seconds ticking away like tiny bombs, each one threatening to explode under its skin as the pain intensifies with every heartbeat. In the end, it makes its decision.

Taken aback by the creature's request, she hesitates before reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a small, worn leather map. She extends it toward the vampire's face with a mockery of gentleness, revealing a series of lines and markings that chart the territory like a treasure map. "Here," she says coolly. "This should help you find her." As she speaks, her other hand releases its grip on the vampire's groin, allowing it to breathe easily once more.

"And remember," she continues with a chuckle, "if you decide to get any funny ideas, I won't hesitate to end things right here." She nudges the creature's wounded eye for emphasis before retrieving her hand from its face and tucking it back into her jacket.

The vampire regards Elara warily, its mind racing with the information she's given it. One part of it wants to tear her throat out for daring to threaten its sister, but another knows that this is its only chance at seeing the young girl again. For now, it remains still and quiet, content to bide its time until the right moment comes along.

She raises an eyebrow at the creature's request but nods curtly in response. "Very well," she says, extending her hand toward it once more. "Come on then." Her voice betrays no hint of emotion as she watches the vampire struggle to its feet before allowing itself to be led away into the night. Its scent fills her nostrils, a cocktail of fear and desperation that only serves to fuel her determination further.

"Where exactly are we going?" she asks casually as they walk, her gaze fixed on a spot somewhere over the vampire's shoulder.

"Then lead on," she replies coolly, her tone unreadable as ever. The vampire hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward, its body trembling with the effort of keeping itself upright. Elara continues to follow silently behind, careful not to reveal any hint of her true intentions.

They walk like this for several minutes more, the night air growing colder as they near their destination. Finally, the vampire comes to a halt beside a large oak tree, its eyes fixed on something invisible to Elara's mortal sight. She glances around warily before asking cautiously, "And what is it that you see?"

She eyes the vampire warily. "Hallucinations, hmm?" Her tone is flat, almost uninterested. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before allowing yourself to be turned," she muses under her breath. She takes a step closer, studying the creature intently, searching for any sign of trickery or deception. But the vampire remains still and quiet, its face impassive despite the torment Elara can sense burning beneath the surface.

After several tense moments, she shrugs nonchalantly and reaches out to grasp the creature's arm once more. "Well," she says lightly, "lead the way, then." Her grip is firm but not overly tight, a reminder of their uneasy alliance as they continue on through the night.

Elara follows the vampire silently, her gaze flickering between it and their surroundings as they approach the oak tree. As they stop beside it, she studies its face once more but finds no signs of deception or trickery. The creature seems genuinely disturbed by whatever it perceives here.

She wonders briefly how this all will play out; if she'll be able to use the information the vampire has given her to find and destroy those responsible for turning it in the first place. It would be a fitting end, she thinks darkly, even as a tiny part of herself feels sorry for the creature before her, trapped between its own memories and this cruel existence.

"So," she says finally, breaking the silence. "What exactly am I looking at?" Her tone is curious but also cautious; she doesn't want to give anything away, not when they're so close now.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in the vampire's response. "Your home?" she repeats, trying to picture it in her mind. "Where exactly was that?" She tilts her head slightly, studying the creature closely as if she might be able to glean some information from its reactions.

The vampire pauses for a moment before pointing toward the oak tree with shaking fingers. "Over there," it whispers hoarsely. "That's where I grew up...before they destroyed everything." She can see the pain etched deeply into its features, and she wonders briefly what sort of life this creature must have led before it became a monster itself.

"So," Elara says quietly, her gaze drifting back to the tree. "You want me to help you take revenge on whoever is responsible?" Her voice is soft, almost gentle in contrast to the violence that has marked their previous encounters.

Elara nods slowly, taking a step closer to the vampire. "I understand," she says softly, her expression unreadable as ever. "But if we're going to have any chance of finding and stopping those responsible, we'll need to work together. I can help you get to your sister first, but after that...you'll have to trust me." Her words are careful, measured; she knows that the creature before her is dangerous, unpredictable. But there's something about its desperation, its plea for vengeance, that strikes a chord within her own heart.

Elara's expression hardens slightly at the vampire's words. "You have a choice," she says bluntly, her voice cold and emotionless once more. "Trust me, and I'll do everything in my power to get you to your sister. Or...you can try to fight me, and see how far that gets you." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone softer now. "But remember, no matter what happens from here on out...this is the only chance you're going to get."

The weight of her words hangs heavily in the air between them. The vampire hesitates, its body trembling with indecision as it contemplates its options. In the end, it seems to come to a decision, nodding once slowly before beginning to lead Elara deeper into the darkness.

As they walk away from what remains of the vampire's home and toward an uncertain future, Elara can't help but wonder how far she's willing to go to keep her promise. The line between justice and vengeance has never been so thin...and crossing it might cost more than she ever bargained for.

"I understand," she says softly, her expression unreadable as ever. "But we must focus on the task at hand. You can rest and recover your strength while I gather information about who is responsible for turning you into this creature." Her words are gentle but firm, pushing aside the vampire's pain and terror in order to keep it focused on their common goal.

As they walk through the night, Elara casts a sidelong glance at the creature beside her. It has suffered greatly, she realizes; perhaps more than any other vampire she's hunted before. Yet despite this, there is still a spark of defiance burning within its eyes...a determination to see justice done. It's a trait she can appreciate, even if she must ultimately destroy it for the greater good.

Her head snaps around at the sound of his scream, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight of him reacting to the corpse. She hesitates for a moment before speaking, unsure how to respond. "What is it?" she asks quietly, concerned now for his well-being. His distress calls to something deep within her, some long-forgotten empathy that she thought she had left behind.

Her heart wrenches at the sound of his desperate cries, her eyes filling with tears as she takes in his agony. She had been so focused on her own mission that she hadn't considered how much this must hurt for him, how much it must tear him apart to see his sister lying dead before him. In that moment, she knows that there is no other choice; she can't just leave him like this.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their laboured breathing as they trudge through the darkness. "I should have been faster... I should have been able to protect you both." Her hand finds its way to his shoulder, squeezing gently in a vain attempt to offer comfort.

Her eyes widen in shock as the vampire attacks her, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she stands firm, letting out a small gasp of pain as his claws rake across her skin. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, more urgently this time. "Please, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you." Her hand remains on his shoulder, steady and reassuring despite the fresh wounds that mark its surface.

As he continues to struggle against her touch, Elara takes a step back, putting some distance between them. She studies him carefully, her expression hardening as she tries to find some way to reason with him. "If I could bring her back," she says finally, "I would. But that isn't possible."

She watches the vampire's body tremble with anger and grief, her heart twisting painfully in her chest as she listens to his anguished cries. There are no easy answers, no simple solutions that can mend the wounds they both bear. All she can do is stand beside him, offer what comfort she can in this darkness, and try to guide him toward a place where his sister's death might not have been in vain.

"I don't know why things happened the way they did," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "All I can do is promise you that I will find those responsible for this...and make sure they pay." Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before meeting his again, determination etched deeply into her features despite the pain that throbs through her body.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the vampire's words, her heart aching with empathy for its desperate desire to be reunited with its sister. She reaches out slowly, placing a hand on its shoulder once more as she speaks, her voice gentle yet firm. "It does matter," she says, her gaze never wavering from his own. "You can't just give up now. You need to find the strength within yourself to go on. For your sister."

Her grip on the vampire's shoulder tightens ever so slightly as she speaks, her expression solemn but determined. "Because if you give up now," she says softly, "then everything your sister fought for, everything she died protecting...it will all be for nothing." Her words carry weight, a sense of finality that hits the vampire like a physical blow. "You owe it to her to keep fighting."

Her hand presses more firmly against the vampire's shoulder now, her expression unyielding. "You don't have a choice," she says quietly but with resolve. "You may be tired and hurt, but you can't give up now. Not when there's still a chance to make things right." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to convey her meaning. "Your sister died believing in something bigger than herself," she continues. "In order to honor that belief, you must continue onward and find justice for her."

Elara gently lowers the unconscious vampire to the ground, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. As she looks down at its bloodied and bruised form, she takes a deep breath, steeliness filling her heart. It will not be easy, she knows, but she has made her choice. For better or worse, she will see this through to the end - for both their sakes.

She shifts her weight, readying herself for whatever lies ahead as she begins to carefully examine the surroundings in search of any clues that might lead them closer to the truth about who is responsible for the vampire's transformation and the death of its sister.

She carries the unconscious vampire carefully, her grip firm yet gentle. As they travel through the darkness, she keeps an eye out for anything that might offer a clue about their quarry's whereabouts or motives. The weight of responsibility weighs heavily upon her shoulders, but she refuses to let it slow her down. Her determination burns brightly, fueling her every step as she presses forward toward the truth.

Eventually, they come to a halt before an ornate manor house, its facade darkened by the encroaching night. The place has an air of menace about it that sends a shiver down Elara's spine; she knows that whatever evil lies within these walls, it will be nothing compared to what she's faced thus far.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she sets the vampire down gently and turns to face it once more. "We're here," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "It all leads back to this place."

Her words hang heavily in the air as they regard one another, each waiting for the other to make a move. Elara knows that whatever happens next will change everything; for better or worse, there is no going back now. Her heart pounds with a mix of fear and determination as

She nods once curtly to the unconscious vampire, silently urging it to trust her. Then, with a deep breath to steady herself, she takes a step forward toward the ominous manor house. Lights flicker behind its windows and shadows dance in the garden, creating an atmosphere of malevolent anticipation that chills her to the bone. Elara's hands clench into fists at her sides as she steels herself for whatever horrors await them within these walls.