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.

Elara raises an eyebrow in disbelief. This was new to her. The vampire must have heard of her reputation, knew that she would kill them without hesitation... yet they still didn't seem frightened or concerned for their life. She tilted her head to the side, curiosity getting the better of her for once. Elara slowly pulls back, keeping the dagger close but not close enough to hurt the vampire. A tiny smirk plays on her lips as she studies the creature before her. It was almost... refreshing to encounter such a brave one...

"What's your name?" she asks calmly, genuinely curious now.

"Dio..." The name rolls off her tongue. It seemed to suit the vampire. "Why aren't you afraid?" she asks, curiosity still getting the better of her. She folds her arms across her chest, tilting her head to the side as she awaits his response.

Elara isn't used to having people look at her without fear or loathing in their eyes. It was...strange, almost unsettling. But she couldn't help but feel a small pang of interest in this vampire, who dared to stand before her so brazenly. She wonders what his story is; why he isn't just another bloodthirsty monster preying on the innocent.

The vampire's reply leaves her unsettled. The lack of emotions would make it impossible for him to understand what she was feeling right now. Her curiosity heightens, but there's something about this creature that makes her wary. "What do you mean?" she asks carefully, her voice low and measured.

Her gaze flickers over the vampire, taking in every detail from his skin to his clothes, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation. She isn't used to having these kinds of feelings toward a vampire, but there's something about Dio that intrigues her. It's like trying to look at a painting through a distorted mirror; every time she thinks she has him figured out, he shifts and becomes someone else entirely.

"That..." Elara breathes out slowly, "...that's impossible." She narrows her eyes, suspicion growing. "You're lying," she hisses through clenched teeth. The vampire before her was nothing but a monster in her eyes, and the idea that such a creature could somehow lack emotions just didn't sit right with her.

Her grip tightens on the dagger as she takes a step closer to Dio, anger starting to simmer beneath the surface of her calm exterior. "Tell me the truth," she demands, lifting the blade dangerously close to his face. "What are you hiding?"

Elara snorts derisively at the vampire's remark before giving him a cold stare. "Then why won't you just die?" She asks, her voice dripping with contempt as she holds the dagger steady in front of his face. There was no way this creature could be telling the truth; monsters like these didn't exist without motives or secrets. It was simply unheard of for a vampire to not crave the taste of blood, much less stand before their executioner and spill their heart out over some ridiculous claim about not feeling emotions.

She wonders what he could possibly want from her...and then it hits her. This must be another one of their games; a sick joke played on those foolish enough to think they could reason with the unreasonable. Elara feels a shiver run down her spine as she contemplates the possibility that perhaps there was more going on here than what meets the eye...or maybe this creature truly was unlike any other vampire she had ever encountered before. Either way, it made her uneasy.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his remark as she hesitates for a moment before asking him to clarify himself. "What do you mean, you 'can't die'?" It sounded like some sort of sick joke...but the vampire's expression didn't change when he spoke those words, making it impossible to tell if he was telling the truth or not. Elara takes a step back, still gripping the dagger tightly as she tries to process this new information. "How is that even possible?"

There's something about Dio that's starting to unnerve her now; his seemingly endless reservoir of knowledge and his ability to control emotions like they were nothing more than puppets on a string. For the first time in recent memory, Elara finds herself off-balance and unsure of what to do next. She can't deny that this encounter with Dio has shaken her to her core...but she also won't allow him to get the better of her without putting up a fight.

The tension between them is palpable as they continue to stare each other down, neither one willing to back down or admit defeat. Elara's heart races beneath her ribcage, adrenaline pumping through her veins, preparing her for whatever comes next...because she knows without a doubt that whatever it is, it won't be easy.

The information about Dio's "gifted" immortality with emotion-stripping leaves Elara feeling even more wary of the vampire. She doesn't trust him, no matter what his circumstances may be; after all, he's still a vampire at the end of the day. Her grip on the dagger tightens as she takes another step closer to him, her expression stern and unyielding.

"So you want me to believe that being stripped of your emotions makes you no different from any other human?" she asks mockingly, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. "That seems highly convenient for you, doesn't it? You get all the benefits of being immortal and none of the downsides."

Dio says nothing, simply gazing back at her with those red eyes that seem to hold an eternity of secrets. Elara snorts derisively before continuing, "Don't fool yourself into thinking you can manipulate me with your little stories. I know exactly what kind of creature you are."

Her voice is cold and cutting as she levels the dagger at his throat once more, her fingers tense around the hilt as she prepares to end this charade once and for all. The only question now is whether Dio will fight back or if he truly has no reason left to keep living.

Her cold laugh echoes through the air as she shakes her head in disbelief. "You really are pathetic," Elara spits, taking another step closer to Dio, dagger still raised. "To think that you would give up so easily." Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk; it was rare for anyone to stand their ground against her, let alone a creature like this vampire. She savors the moment, enjoying the thrill of dominance and control as she toys with her prey.

Dio merely watches her approach, seemingly unperturbed by Elara's words or actions. His lack of emotion unnerves her more than anything else; it was like facing a shadow of herself, something devoid of all that made her human. She wonders if she should be afraid of him...but the truth is, she isn't. Not yet. Perhaps this is what keeps her going, this challenge to face someone who doesn't fear death as much as he should.

With a final burst of anger and determination, Elara brings the dagger down swiftly toward Dio's chest, intending to end it all once and for all.

Her attack is met with an unfazed silence as Dio's body remains unmoved even as the dagger pierces his heart. Disbelief flickers across her features for a moment before it is quickly replaced by frustration and anger. She yanks the dagger out of his chest, watching as blood trickles down the blade, only to see it halt at the tip; the wound has already begun to close, healing itself with startling speed.

"What manner of creature are you?" she demands, her voice barely above a whisper now. "How is this possible?" Tears of fury well up in her eyes as she realizes that for all her efforts, she has failed. Dio stands before her, unharmed and unyielding; nothing short of death will rid the world of this monster.

Elara clenches her hands into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to lash out in a fit of rage. "You can't just keep living like this," she whispers through gritted teeth, hating herself for giving even an ounce of sympathy to such a creature.

She takes a step back, raising the dagger once more as she eyes Dio warily. For now, he remains standing; his continued existence proof that there are still monsters in this world...and that perhaps they aren't all like her after all.

Her eyes widen in horror as Dio begins to stab himself with her dagger. She can't bring herself to watch; instead, she turns away and tries to block out the sounds of metal against flesh. It was a brutal sight, one that tore at her very core despite her hatred for vampires like him. A part of her wanted to stop him, to save him from this self-destructive cycle...but she knew it would only be delaying the inevitable.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the sounds of struggle and pain fade away. Elara turns back around, prepared to find Dio's lifeless body lying on the ground. Instead, she finds him leaning against a nearby tree, his chest rising and falling slowly as he catches his breath. Blood covers his torso and arms, but once again it begins to clot and heal itself almost instantly.

"Why are you doing this?" she asks hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Can't you just give up?" Tears stream down her face as she watches Dio limp over to sit down beside the bush where they first met. It was clear he had sustained grave injuries from his actions, but even then there was something about him that seemed unyielding; something that refused to die no matter how much pain or suffering it endured.

Elara swallows hard as she realizes that perhaps this vampire truly is unlike any other she's ever encountered before...and that maybe, just maybe, he truly deserves to live on in this world filled with darkness and death. But knowing that won't make her job any easier; if anything, it will only make her more determined to see him dead.

Her heart wrenches at Dio's words as he stands up despite his injuries. There's an almost desperate defiance in his eyes, a determination to survive that she has never seen before. The sight of him struggling to remain on his feet only serves to further fuel her anger and frustration; it seems pointless now, like trying to stop a hurricane with a feather.

She watches as he takes a shaky step forward, then another, until he's standing directly in front of her once more. "Why do you keep fighting?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "What possible reason could you have for wanting to continue living like this?" Tears stream down her face as she waits for an answer that she fears will never come.