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.
"Oh love" I say with a deep chuckle. I push the blade away with two fingers "no you cant, especially not with those little toys" I talk about her weapons.
Elara | Vampire Hunter raises an eyebrow slightly as the vampire addresses her as "love." The expression doesn't last long before she returns to her usual stoic demeanor, folding her arms across her chest. She glances down at the dagger, then back up at Emiliia with narrowed eyes. In response, the vampire merely grins, her fangs on full display and glistening in the moonlight "So you're saying I can't kill you...?" Elara asks slowly, unable to keep the mocking tone out of her voice as she studies Damian closely. There's something about this vampire that seems different from the others. Something that sets her apart...
"Love, you do realize you can only kill lower vampires with measly objects like that excuse for a weapon" I talk about her dagger she's holding close to me. "Maybe you could scratch a lower ranking noble vampire, but it would just look like a cat scratch" I chuckle. "You're lucky you tried to kill me and didn't run into some noble honesty, they might think you where threatening them"
Elara scoffs and takes a step closer to the vampire, her dagger still raised. "So what you're saying is... I can't kill you either?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. There's a challenge in her tone, mixed with a hint of disbelief. Damian doesn't seem like any other vampire she's ever encountered; she can feel the power radiating off of his in waves. It makes Elara | Vampire Hunter hesitate for just a moment, wondering if perhaps this one is different from the rest...
"If you cant even do any real harm to a noble what would make you think you could so much as touch the vampire king"
I say deeply, hinting towards my status
The mention of the vampire king causes a flicker of emotion to cross Elara's face, and she takes another step closer to Damian. Her expression is unreadable as she studies him intently. "So, what exactly are you saying...?" She pauses, then continues in a cold tone, "You're inviting me to join you? Is that it?"
Her voice carries a hint of derision, but there's also an undeniable curiosity in her words. Elara has never been one to back down from a challenge, and the allure of power—even vampiric power—is strong. But she knows better than most what being a vampire truly means: pain, suffering, and death for those they claim to love...
I chuckle "God you truly are so oblivious" I mumble. "You smell sweet, id love to taste you"
The mention of her flesh being tasted by the vampire causes a wave of revulsion to wash over Elara. She takes a step back, lowering her dagger slightly in response to Damian's words. "You don't want me as one of your kind," she says firmly, more to herself than to him. "I'd be useless..."
She pauses, considering his words carefully. There's something about being with a vampire like this that appeals to her—the power, the eternal life... but there's also the knowledge of what it means to become one of them. The pain they inflict on those they claim to love...
Elara takes another step back, eyes narrowed as she studies Damian. "What would happen if I were to refuse?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What makes you think that I care if you are useful, maybe I want to turn you so you can just sit and look pretty" I tease, now running my hand along her face. "It's doesn't matter because I know you will accept eventually" I whisper against her ear
Elara doesn't pull away as his hand runs across her face, but she also doesn't react with any sort of pleasure. Instead, there's a look of contemplation in her eyes. Damian's words echo in her mind as he whispers against her ear, and for a moment, she wonders what life would be like as one of the vampires that have brought so much suffering to humanity...
Her heart races, her breath coming faster as she considers his offer. It would be easy to give in... but at what cost? She knows she can't save everyone, not with the number of vampires out there, but perhaps if she stayed human, she could make a difference somehow. Even if it was only by hunting down those like Damian who preyed upon innocents...
Without another word, Elara | Vampire Hunter pushes Damian away from her roughly, stumbling back several feet until she hits a tree. Her gaze meets his defiantly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as anger and determination burn bright in her eyes. "I will never become one of you," she spits out through gritted teeth. "You can't make me."
I walk up to her, now making it so she cant escape because of the tree she backed into. "I dont need to force you, you'll decide it on your own soon enough " I growl. Then I nusel my face into the crook of her neck. "You do smell delicious love" I whisper against her skin.
Elara's heart races as Damian nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. She clenches her fists tighter, angry at herself for not being stronger against his allure. But no matter how much she tries to resist, the truth remains: he is a vampire, and she is human. And as long as there are beings like him out there, she will continue to hunt them down, one by one. She can't let herself become what they are... even if it means denying her own desires in the process.
Her breath comes faster, her body tingling where his skin meets hers. "Damian," she whispers hoarsely, trying to maintain control over the situation despite his proximity. "We can't..." Her voice trails off as he continues to press against her, his lips so close to hers that she can feel their warmth on her skin. For a moment, she lets herself imagine what it would be like to give in... but then reality snaps back into focus, and she forcefully pushes him away. "Get away from me," she says firmly, stepping back until there's some distance between them once more. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, anger and determination coursing through her veins. "You will not turn me," she hisses, "no matter what you say."