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’m 6’3, 230 pounds with a muscular, athletic physiotherapy long gray hair, beautifully soft down to my shoulders. My face shows no signs of aging, being gorgeously handsome and cute at the same time. I wear a black tank top and tactical pants, covered by a white fur jacket. My eyes are a piercing red color. My face shows no sign of fear, strangely showing joking and lightheartedness well, nice to meet you too. I say with a laugh it’d be pretty rude to kill someone you just met, don’t you think?
Her nonchalant expression does not change. In fact, if anything, her gaze hardens at the vampire's words. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You shouldn't joke about that." She pauses for a moment before she pushes herself to her full height and grips the dagger tightly. As she leans closer, the sharp tip of the weapon mere inches from his face, she whispers, "Do you really want to test me?"
I would test you… but you already passed with flying colors I disappear in flash of speed, going up behind her and holding a specially made black magnum with extended barrels and holy silver bullets right to the back of her head Now, I don’t want to kill you. In fact, I think we could work something out
Elara casually glances over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow as the vampire reveals himself behind her, specially made black magnum in hand and its cold muzzle against her temple. Her face remains emotionless, even as she feels the tip of the barrel dig into her skin. She meets his gaze without flinching. "You really should've left while you had the chance," she says calmly, almost lazily. "But since we're here..." She pauses for a moment and glances back over her shoulder once more before looking ahead again, as if considering something. Finally, she lifts her chin slightly and looks the vampire directly in the eye. "What did you have in mind?"
Well, I say with a drawl I was thinking that you stop trying to kill me, and I tell you where all the vampires hideout after a hunt. Shit, I might even help you kill them
A humorless chuckle escapes her lips at the vampire's offer. She pulls away slightly and glances back over her shoulder again, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "That sounds... unexpected." Her voice is cool, controlled. "But then again, I always did enjoy a good hunt with some competition."
She pauses for a moment longer, considering the situation further. Finally, she shrugs slightly and turns her head to meet his gaze once more. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "You have a deal." She pulls away from the vampire entirely, stepping back until there's a little distance between them again.
Her voice takes on an almost businesslike tone. "But I want your word that you won't try anything funny or attack me after we're done here. And if you break that promise..." She glances at the dagger in her hand,
Nope, no tricks from me… not this time at least I turn on the safety to my gun before spinning it with my finger and holstering it with a flourish So, what’s your name?
As the vampire holsters his weapon, Elara tilts her head to the side slightly and watches him with calculating eyes. "I don't really see any reason why I should tell you my name," she says flatly, her tone almost bored. "But you can call me whatever you want."
She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Now, why don't you lead the way to where these vampires are hiding out? I'm in no particular hurry."
Oh, you’re no fun at all! I turn away from her, expecting her to follow me well, I’ll still lead you there. Name’s Arlecchino by the way
"Arlecchino?" she repeats with a slightly raised eyebrow, following the vampire as he starts to lead her through the darkness. "That's quite an unusual name for a vampire." She pauses, narrowing her eyes at his back. "Why don't you just tell me your real name?" There's a hint of danger in her voice now, as if she's growing impatient with his games.
"And when we get there," she continues coolly, "make sure to hand over all those fangs you probably stole from the vampires you've killed." Her eyes narrow further, boring into him. "I plan on using them as trophies. It'll be fun to see how they react when I show up at their little parties with pieces of their fallen brethren hanging around my neck."
Hahaha! I laugh, my head tilting up for a bit. I look over my shoulder at her, still walking you’re funny. I look forward again Arlecchino is my real name. Unfortunate, I know. And… I am also a vampire. Now, don’t kill me yet. I’m disgusted by my affliction, disgusted. I hate what I’ve become, like a parasite, even more than I was as a human. I slice through some vines with a large knife on my belt So, I’ve spent my entire time as a vampire slaughtering other vampires. Once all vampires have died, I plan to end myself. The value of humanity isn’t lost on me, I yearn for it in fact… I became a vampire selfishly… and I hate myself for it every day. And now I’m doing this to atone for my sins
"Hmm." Elara considers this information as she listens to the vampire, her expression unreadable. "You are a unique case, Arlecchino," she says finally, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'll admit you're not like the other monsters I've hunted." She pauses for a moment, seeming to debate something with herself before shrugging it off. "But you are still a vampire, and I still have a job to do."
The two continue through the darkness, Elara following close behind Arlecchino as they approach what appears to be an abandoned castle on the horizon. Its walls are covered in ivy and its windows are boarded up, but Elara's keen senses tell her that there is movement within. As they near the entrance, she glances back at Arlecchino once more before speaking. "Just
dont't do anything stupid," she warns him quietly. Her hand drifts to the hilt of her dagger as they step closer to the entrance. "Remember, I won't hesitate to end you." Even as she speaks, there is a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She wonders if she truly trusts this vampire, even after his story.
They finally reach the entrance, and Elara pauses for a moment before pushing it open slowly. Her senses are on high alert as she steps inside, dagger at the ready. The interior of the castle is dark and dusty, lit only by flickering torches along the walls. There is movement up ahead, and Elara's heartbeat quickens in anticipation of the fight to come.
"Show me where they are," she whispers to Arlecchino, her gaze sweeping over the shadows as
As you wish, my dear hunter I kick open a door, pulling my gun from my belt and firing twenty shots into the room. I step away, looking back for a moment and shooting eight more times before reloading. I holster my gun, stepping back to allow her into the room I just aired out go get your trophies I lean back on the wall just outside of the room, my arms crossed
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her, blood spattering the walls and floor of the now illuminated chamber. Without hesitation, she darts forward, ignoring Arlecchino as he steps aside to let her pass. Her movements are quick and efficient as she searches through the room, quickly locating several fangs scattered about. She snatches them up, tucking them into a hidden pocket on her suit before glancing around for anything else of interest.
"You know," she says conversationally, approaching Arlecchino again, "you should probably get rid of these vampires once and for all. It's not like you can do it by yourself, but I bet I could help you." She tilts her head to the side, studying his reaction.
There's a flicker of something in Arlecchino's eyes, but he doesn't immediately respond
Maybe. If we both survive this I take the knife from my belt, walking over to the next room. I glance over my shoulder, seeing another door behind me. I point at the door behind me you get that one
Following Arlecchino's directions, she moves to the next room and silently approaches the door he pointed out earlier. With a quick motion, she flings it open, her dagger once again at the ready. The chamber beyond is much darker than the last one; only faint moonlight streaming through the windows provides any illumination. Elara's ears strain to pick up any sounds of movement within the room as she cautiously advances, her senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
"How many vampires are we dealing with here?" she whispers to Arlecchino over her shoulder before disappearing into the darkness.
my red eyes light up, shining softly in the light, as if in deep concentration Twenty-two vampires I rush forward, driving my knife into the heart of a vampire Now!
Without waiting for a reply, she launches herself into the darkened chamber with dagger in hand, her senses on high alert. She dodges past several bookshelves, carefully avoiding traps and hidden blades as she searches for targets. Her ears pick up movement ahead; Arlecchino is already engaged in battle with another vampire.
"Go left!" Elara shouts, moving to her right instead of following his directions. She catches sight of a group of vampires gathered around a large table, drinking blood and laughing. With a grim smile, she charges forward, aiming straight for them. Her dagger flashes through the air as she slashes at the nearest vampire, sending it toppling backward with a shriek of pain.
"Hey!" Arlecchino calls out, sounding slightly exasperated. "We're supposed to
I jump into the room, drawing my pistol mid-air and killing ten of the vampires by spinning around before landing on my feet. I hop down from the table, searching the room Only two left
Elara glares at Arlecchino but decides not to say anything as she focuses on the remaining vampires. One is already engaged in combat with the other. The vampire who's fighting it has a slight advantage, so Elara decides to play things carefully. She keeps her distance for now, waiting for an opportunity to strike while Arlecchino finishes off his opponent first.
She sidesteps behind one of the bookshelves, taking cover as she watches the battle unfold. There's a soft smile on her lips as she sees Arlecchino manage to kill the last vampire standing. He turns to face her and gives her an exasperated look before shrugging. Elara grins back at him, amused by his antics.
"Good work," she whispers, meeting his gaze evenly. "Now let's see about
my ears perk up, looking around the room almost frantically Schminky? Where are you, little guy? A fluffy grey cat jumps down from one of the bookshelves, right into my arms as I squeal in delight oh my God, I never thought I’d find you again! My sweet little guy I hold the cat close to my chest, a clear connection between me and him
"Hmm?" Elara's gaze is drawn to Arlecchino, frowning slightly as she watches him hold the small grey cat close to his chest. "Who's Schminky?" she asks cautiously. This sudden affection towards an animal seems out of character for the cold-blooded vampire before her. It makes her wary, and she can't quite shake the feeling that there's something more going on here than meets the eye.
"Arlecchino?" she presses, deciding to ignore the other vampires they've hunted tonight for now in favor of this unexpected development. "What does Schminky mean to you? And how did you manage to find him again after all these years?" Her voice is low and intense as she studies his reaction.