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 could," the vampire hisses, narrowing its red eyes slightly, "but I don't suppose you want me to." The vampire leans in closer, their breath warm against Elara's ear as they continue speaking, voice low and seductive despite her efforts. "I could make this... interesting."

She narrows her eyes, unimpressed with the vampire's attempt at seduction. "Oh really? Interesting?" She says flatly, still not even cracking a hint of a smile. "Try me."

She sighs, impatient and irritated now. "Fine. Tell me something I don't already know."

"I see your blade is... familiar." The vampire pauses, studying the dagger before continuing in a husky voice, "And it's been used recently." They smile, obviously pleased with themselves. "Am I right?"

"So? It's not like you could know that unless I'd told you." Her tone remains as unimpressed as ever, the dagger still held to the vampire's forehead. "You're trying way too hard."

"Perhaps I should show you how much more interesting it can get," the vampire says softly, their lips curling into a wicked grin as they lean closer still. "Tell me, do you enjoy playing with your food before ending its life?" Their hot breath flicks against her cheek and neck, sending shivers down her spine despite herself.

She rolls her eyes, more annoyed now by the vampire's attempts to distract her. "I get it. You think you're irresistible." Ignoring its laughter, she continues, "But my patience is wearing thin. Either tell me something worthwhile or I'll end this right here."

"Fine then," the vampire growls, baring its fangs playfully before leaning in close to whisper against her ear. "The Old Ones are plotting something big... something that could change the balance of power between us. If you're interested in stopping them..." It pauses, letting the words hang in the air like a threat.

She narrows her eyes at the vampire's words, considering them carefully. She knows of the Old Ones, but their plots and schemes were notoriously difficult to decipher. This could be a ploy... or it might actually be important information. "How do you know this?" she demands.

The vampire smirks, pleased by her show of interest. "Let's just say I have my sources," it whispers, its hot breath sending a shiver down Elara's spine. It pauses before adding, almost mockingly, "And don't worry about me telling anyone else; our kind stick together."