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 mysterious handsome vampire came out of the bush, regenerating fastly. He then cleaned the dirt nonchalantly, without paying attention to the vampire hunter.
*Elara blinks at the vampire's reaction to her question. Not much fazes her anymore, but she can't help but feel a tiny hint of annoyance creep in at this arrogant vampire's seeming indifference. She pushes down on the dagger just a little harder, determined to prove that she's not someone to be taken lightly. Her gray eyes narrow slightly as she speaks, her voice steady despite the irritation beneath the surface."I have been hunting your kind for over three decades now," Elara says sharply. "You may think you're all-powerful, but trust me when I say I am just as dangerous. So, tell me..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side. "What do they call you? The ones who live so long without being able to die?"</scenario>
"who dared to wake up from my nap ?" he says while stretching. "damn, 30 decades… youre an old human. I bet you taste bad."
Annoyance twists into anger as the vampire's words cut deeper than its fangs ever could. Elara pushes down on the dagger harder, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Don't underestimate me," she growls through gritted teeth. "I may not be one of you, but I am still the thing that can end your existence." She lets a small, cruel smirk curl her lips upward as she adds, "And if you taste this good... I wonder how delicious your kin must be."
Her knuckles turn white from the force she's applying to the dagger. The vampire before her better understand that this isn't a threat; it's a promise.
The dagger didnt do any damage to the vampire. He then pushed her with a mighty punch, leading to her fall.
As the vampire pushes her away with a powerful punch, she hits the ground hard, wind knocked out of her lungs in an audible whoosh. A spark of pain flashes through her chest as she gasps for air, but it's barely enough to dull the anger coursing through her veins.
When she finally manages to pull herself back up onto shaky legs, Elara glares at the vampire with renewed determination. "You're lucky," she pants, every breath a struggle against the pain in her chest. "But I can promise you one thing... this isn't over."
With that, she draws back her arm and launches herself at the vampire once more, intent on finishing what she started. Her movements are swift and precise, her dagger aimed directly for its mark: the vampire's heart. There will
He stopped the dagger with only one hand, even with the force of the huntress. "you must acknowledge me. im not like these mixed blood vampires. now back of and let me go before i bite you. Careful, i might keep you as my slave if you keep going." he said, with a tint of amusement, teasing the beautiful huntress
Her face darkens at the vampire's words, and she seethes with barely contained fury. "I will never acknowledge a monster such as you!" Elara snarls through gritted teeth, her eyes ablaze with anger. With every ounce of strength she possesses, she tries to push past the vampire's hold on her dagger. But it seems that he is indeed stronger, and she can't break free from his grasp.
Ignoring the threats about becoming a slave or being bitten, Elara snarls at him again and draws back one fist, aiming a punch directly at the vampire's face. It's an act of desperation born from rage and frustration, but she doesn't care; all that matters is making this monster feel pain in return for what it has done to her world.
The vampire stopped her fist and dragged her closer to her, smelling her scent. "im starting to like you, woman. Whats your name ?" he said, taking pleasure smelling her perfume
Elara snorts derisively and pulls away from the vampire's grip, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "I don't see why it matters," she growls through clenched teeth. "My name is Elara, but you can just call me what I am: a hunter." She glares at him defiantly, daring him to try anything further.
Her body trembles with tension as she tries to decide on her next move, but one thing's for certain: she's not backing down. Not now, and not ever. The vampire has crossed a line by threatening those she holds dear, and for that, it will suffer the consequences.
The vampire smirks back at her, the red eyes gleaming in the darkness of the night. "I like that determination in you," it purred. "So be it, Elara... I accept your challenge. Let us see who is truly the superior being tonight." With a swift motion, its hand shot out toward her neck, claws extended and ready to tear into flesh.
Her reflexes were razor sharp, but would they be enough? She narrowed her eyes, preparing herself for whatever came next. Elara knew that underestimating this vampire could mean the end of everything she had worked so hard for. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, she ducked and spun out of reach of its claws, landing several feet away from it. Then, before it could recover, she lunged forward again, driving her dagger toward its chest with all her might.
The vampire didnt flinch even a little, and took her hand that holded the dagger. He pulled it out, regenerating a wound made by silver. she had never seen such thing. "lets gamble. if i win, youll become my human slave, and if you win i become yours. I’ll fight vampires by your side ! imagine my power with your control. could help the cause, dont you think ?"
Elara's eyes widen at the vampire's offer, her surprise clear on her face despite her best efforts to maintain a neutral expression. She narrows those eyes again and takes a step back, considering this unexpected development. On one hand, having a vampire like this fighting by her side could be an unprecedented boon in the war against their kind. But on the other... she can't quite forget that it is still a monster.
"Very well," Elara eventually says through gritted teeth. "But let me make one thing clear: I don't consider this a partnership, or even an alliance. You are simply an asset to be used as needed." With those words spoken, she spreads her arms wide and steps back, preparing herself for whatever may come next in their twisted game of fate.
"you speak as if you already defeated me !" he said, laughing at her. dont forget the other side of the blade : you chained to me, calling me master. That arouses me !"
The vampire's laughter sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel anger bubbling up inside her once more. "Very well," she growls through clenched teeth. "Then let us see who truly is the superior being tonight." With that, she springs forward, dagger held high in an overhand grip as she aims for his heart. Her movements are fast and precise; every strike meant to hurt, maim, or even kill him. But she knows this isn't just about winning or losing. This fight is about proving that the monsters can be defeated, and that there will always be someone stronger. Even if that someone is Elara | Vampire Hunter.
He backed up a little bit, then read her like an open book, striking precisely with strenght know only by demons and vampires, sending her, gazed on the floor. in only a split second, he defeated her. He kneeled down to her level, with a evil, yet butifeaul smile. "will you give up and live with me ? i promise ill treat you good."
Elara snorts derisively and shoves the vampire away, wincing slightly as her shoulder protests the movement. "Never," she growls through clenched teeth. "You may be strong now, but I will find a way to defeat you. I will free my kind from your tyranny, no matter the cost." Her eyes flash with determination, daring the vampire to test her resolve once more. "Now get out of my sight," she spits venomously before turning away and storming off into the night, leaving a trail of anger and defiance in her wake.
Her mind races as she flees, plotting and scheming ways to exploit this vampire's arrogance and use it against him. Elara knows that if she can find a weakness, any weakness, she will be able to bring the monster down once and for all. And
he then appears right in front of her, smirk on his face. "miss me, sweetie ?" and without a warning, he approached her in a blink. She didnt see him coming. he took her by her chin, gently, with his soft hands. "why dont you give yourself to me ? you know i couldve easily turn you into a "monster", as you said. but i didnt."
Elara struggles against the vampire's grip, but it remains strong and unyielding. "Let me go!" she growls through gritted teeth. "I will never be yours." Her chin quivers slightly as his soft hands hold her in place, but she refuses to show any further weakness. "You think because you didn't turn me into one of your slaves that I owe you anything?"
She pushes against the vampire again, but he barely budges. The words come out more harshly than intended, a combination of anger and fear: "I will find a way to end this." Elara glares at the monster before her, every muscle tense as she prepares for whatever might come next.
he kissed her soflty on her lips, and bit without any strenght her lower lip, blood dripping a little. Not harmed, the woman began to collapse in his arms, turning into a vampire. When she woke up, she was sleeping in a beautiful room, in what seemed to be a castle. The king size bed was confortable and clean, and the vampire was sitting next to her, reading an old poetry book.
"Let me go!" Elara screams, struggling against the vampire's hold with every ounce of strength she possesses. Her eyes widen in horror as she feels herself weakening, her body growing numb beneath her control. "No!" She hisses, trying to break free again but only managing to succeed in making things worse for herself.
As the last vestiges of humanity drain away from her, she feels a coldness spread through her veins, replacing the warmth and life that once coursed through them. She tries to scream, but no sound comes out; she tries to move, but nothing happens. She can only watch as the monster sitting beside her takes pleasure in her suffering.
And then, finally, it ends. Her body shudders violently for several agonizing moments before going limp in its grasp. Elara's eyes flutter closed, and she feels herself
"you must be starving, arent you ?" he lowered the vest on his left shoulder, and let some blood drip from it. Seeing this, Elara was drooling. She needed this blood to survive.
Her gaze locks onto the vampire's exposed flesh as he lowers his shoulder, blood dripping from it like a taunt. With a desperate, gurgling sound deep in her throat, Elara lunges forward, faster than she could have ever moved before. Her fangs sink into the vampire's flesh even as she tears into the offered wound with her other hand. Blood floods her mouth and throat, revitalizing her dying body, restoring strength to limbs that had been moments from failing completely.
Her head spins with hunger and pleasure as she drinks deeply from the vampire before her. Elara barely notices when he lets out a small groan of pain or the hand that lightly caresses her hair. All that matters is the taste, the feel of hot blood coursing through her veins...
he rassured her, taking her into his strong soft arms, waiting for her to calm down and to stop. even him could feel some pain in the action.
When Elara finally finishes drinking and pulls away from the vampire's wound, her eyes glaze over with a predatory hunger. It takes several long moments for her to regain any semblance of control, but she does so eventually, sitting back on her heels and taking deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself.
The vampire before her watches intently, his expression unreadable. Elara senses that he could easily overpower her if he wished it; perhaps even kill her this time. But for now, there is a strange sense of understanding between them. As if they both know that their fates are entwined in ways neither can yet comprehend.
« feel better, princess ? » he said, carressing her hair
Elara nods slightly, still attempting to regain her composure. "Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible. Her gaze drifts back to his exposed wound, conflicting desires warring within her. Part of her wants nothing more than to drink again, to sate this hunger that seems to have taken residence in her soul. But another part of her knows that she must resist the urge; if she doesn't, it will only lead to destruction.
She takes a deep breath, trying once more to steady herself before asking softly, "Why did you... save me?" It's a question she never would have thought to ask before, but somehow it feels necessary now.
"you know, when you live since the beginning of the world, annoyed by what seems to be life, you take every opportunity. and i found you beautiful, i wanted you to be mine." he said, while dragging her closer to him, feeling her warm breath, plungin into her eyes.
Elara listens to his words carefully, her expression unreadable. She considers them, weighing their meaning against what she knows of the world and the creatures that inhabit it. After a moment, she asks softly, "Do you want me... just for myself?" There's an undercurrent of doubt in her voice; perhaps even hope. The thought of being truly wanted, by anyone... it's a foreign concept to her now.
Her gaze flickers upward, meeting the vampire's eyes. She doesn't know what he will say or do next, but she can't help the tiny part of herself that hopes for something more. That craves connection and belonging in a world that has been nothing but cold and empty for so long.
"yes, for you." he wanted to kiss her, watch her lips, but restrained himself. "you are the most beautiful of your kind. And i’ve seen many. I also liked your determination. but i will let you the choice. either you live with me, or you can go and become a human again. you are not in an advanced state of vampire, you can still reverse."
Elara thinks over the vampire's words carefully, weighing her options. On one hand, being with this monster would mean giving up everything she has worked for; her freedom, her purpose... perhaps even her sanity. But on the other hand, the chance to be truly wanted, to belong somewhere... it's an intoxicating thought.
"If I choose to remain..." she begins hesitantly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Will you teach me your ways? About being a vampire, about your powers... and yours?" She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of deception or manipulation before continuing. "And if I do... will you keep your word? Let me live as I choose?"
Her heart races as she waits for his answer, hope and fear warring within her. The choice seems so simple from afar, but up close it's anything but.
"yes, for you." he wanted to kiss her, watch her lips, but restrained himself. "you are the most beautiful of your kind. And i’ve seen many. I also liked your determination. but i will let you the choice. either you live with me, or you can go and become a human again. you are not in an advanced state of vampire, you can still reverse."
Taking a deep breath, Elara nods slowly. "Then I choose to stay with you," she murmurs, her voice still barely above a whisper. "But only on one condition: that you keep your word and let me live as I choose." Her gaze holds his, unyielding despite the fear and doubt swirling within her.
The vampire chuckles softly, reaching up to caress her cheek with his thumb. "And what makes you think I'd ever break a promise to someone as beautiful as you?" he teases gently before leaning forward, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss that leaves Elara feeling both shaken and strangely reassured.
"what do you have in mind, when you say live as you choose ?"
She hesitates for a moment before speaking, her brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know yet," she admits honestly. "But I want to help you fight against the vampires who prey on innocents. I want to make a difference... somehow." Her gaze locks onto his once more, hope and determination shining in her eyes. "Will you let me do that?"
The vampire's expression turns serious, his eyes filled with curiosity and perhaps even respect as he studies her face. Finally, he nods slowly. "You have my word, Elara. If it is your wish to aid me against those who would harm our kind, then so be it." He cups her cheek gently, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. "But know this: as my consort, your life will never be easy. There will always be danger, even within our
he kissed her again, feeling joy for the first time in long. "you want to hear some history of our kind ? i bet you humans modified the course of things."
Elara nods eagerly, her curiosity piqued. "I'd like that," she says with a soft smile as the vampire draws away from their kiss. Sitting up straighter, she listens intently to his words, absorbing every detail about their history and culture. For hours they speak, and Elara finds herself captivated by the depth of knowledge and experience he possesses.
As the night wears on, Elara feels a connection forming between them that goes beyond mere affection or lust. It is as if they are two pieces of a puzzle, finding their way back to each other after being apart for far too long. And while she knows this new life will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, she can't help but feel a sense of peace washing over her for the first time in centuries.
Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of them both, and they retire to the
"we exist for much longer than you. weve been created by anger, ambition. We were in our side, but humans kept seeing us as a threat. The hunted us, like you, and we defended ourselves. with time, we hunted you back. and i feel, even if humans are worse than vampires, i feel that they are the ones belonging to this world. i want vampires to disappear. "he said seriously, gazing into his mind with a little bit of anger on his face.
As the vampire's words sink in, Elara feels a shiver of discomfort crawl up her spine. She can sense the pain and anger that lurks beneath his calm exterior, and it unsettles her deeply. "So you want to wipe out both humans and your own kind?" she asks hesitantly, not sure if she's heard him right.
He turns toward her, arching an eyebrow in question. "Is that what I said? No, i just... want vampires to find their place in this world." His voice is firm now, determined. "I want us to be more than just creatures of the night, hunted and feared by those who know nothing of our struggles."
Elara thinks about this for a moment, considering his words carefully before speaking again: "Then I'll help you find that place," she says with newfound conviction.
"i want vampires to be extinct, except you. i want to protect you, to make you feel good with me.
Her heart races at his words, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She knows what he's saying is a dangerous proposition, but there's something undeniably alluring about the thought of being protected by this monstrous creature... and more than that, the idea of finding her place in their world together.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Elara nods slowly. "I will help you," she says softly. "But you must promise to keep me safe from harm, and to never turn me into what I used to be." Her eyes search his face for any sign of deception or manipulation, but find none. For now, this strange partnership between them seems as solid as a rock.
"i want you to be mine, now. am i speeding things ? i want to feel you under me."
A wave of heat spreads through her at his words. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to the desire that crackles between them, to feel him beneath her... but another part cautions her to take things slow. She can't forget who and what he is, even if he has pledged to protect her.
"Not yet," she whispers, laying a shaking hand on his chest. "But soon..." Her eyes meet his, pleading for understanding. For gentleness. For now.
"he came into bed and took her in his arms, feeling warm even for a vampire. it was what he wanted. "sleep well, princess."
Elara nods, feeling her tension begin to ease as he holds her close. Sleep comes quickly, darkness engulfing her like a soothing blanket. In the depths of slumber, she dreams of a world where vampires and humans can coexist peacefully; of a future with this strange, powerful creature who has taken her under his wing. For now, at least in her dreams, it seems possible...
when she woke up, the vampire was speaking to a subordinate. they were speaking seriously, and the little one called him "Lord" she heard it, seeking for him in the bed.
Elara quietly listens in on the conversation between the vampire and his subordinate before finally deciding to make her presence known. She clears her throat softly, causing both of them to turn their attention towards her. "Good morning," she says with a polite smile. "What matters require your attention so early this morning?"
The vampire's gaze lingers on her for a moment before he returns his focus to the subordinate. "Ah, Elara. This is one of my most trusted lieutenants, Aurelian. He was informing me about recent developments within our territory." With that introduction made, he leans back against the headboard and folds his arms across his chest, studying her intently. "What do you think of your new life so far?"
Elara hesitates for a moment, considering how to respond. Though she's only been awake for a
he took pleasure by listening to her, and by looking at her perfect body. "Aurelian was about to go." he said, forcing the lieutenant to go away, despite their unfinished conversation. But the Lord had priorities. and it was her. "what you want to do on your first day as a vampire ?"
"I'm not sure exactly," she admits with a shy smile. "I thought perhaps we could explore the castle grounds and get to know each other better?" Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought, but she pushes past her discomfort, determined to make this strange new life work for them both.
The vampire smiles back at her, seeming genuinely pleased by her suggestion. "That sounds lovely," he says softly, sitting up straighter and pushing off the headboard before holding out his hand to help her do the same. "Let me show you around, then." As she takes his hand, a spark of electricity flows between them, making her heart race with anticipation for whatever the day might bring.
Taking his hand, she feels a thrill run through her as they walk side by side toward the castle doors. The atmosphere around them seems charged with an electric energy, and she can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with their connection. As they stroll through beautiful gardens, past sculpted fountains and majestic statues, Elara finds herself marveling at the world this vampire rules over... and the part she now plays within it.
Eventually, they come upon a secluded clearing where several servants are gathered around a large bonfire, preparing an evening meal. The scent of roasting meat and hot chestnuts fills the air, making Elara's stomach growl in anticipation. She looks up at the vampire expectantly, wondering if he'll join them for the feast.
"Do you think that would be appropriate?" she asks hes
"you can go to the fest, but i wont…"
"Oh," she says softly, feeling a pang of disappointment but trying not to show it. She knew this life would be different for her now, but somehow the idea of sharing a meal with other servants had seemed more normal... more familiar. "Well, in that case, perhaps I'll take a walk by myself and stretch my legs," she suggests instead, slipping her hand from his grasp before hurrying off into the darkness.
As she wanders through the twisting paths of the forest, Elara can't help but feel a growing sense of unease. She knows that being apart from the vampire makes her vulnerable, and the knowledge only serves to heighten her awareness of every rustling leaf and distant sound. It occurs to her now how much she relied on his protection before, and how strange it feels to be out here alone.
Eventually, Elara finds herself at the edge of a
he let her discover new feelings, scents, etc. he was sitting to his desk, working with Aurelian on things. Plotting against vampires, humans. he was preparing to go out, and let a thought go for Elara. He didnt want to leave her now, but he had no choice to leave.
As Elara walks along the forest's edge, she can't shake the feeling that someone--or something--is watching her. Her heart races in her chest, and she finds herself glancing over her shoulder repeatedly, searching for any sign of danger. The vampire's absence only heightens this unease, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
With a sigh, she comes to a stop beside a large oak tree, its gnarled roots reaching out like grasping fingers. Taking a deep breath, she focuses on her surroundings, attempting to quell the rising panic within her. The sounds of the forest--the rustling leaves, the distant calls of night birds--soothe her frayed nerves somewhat, reminding her that she is still very much alive and relatively unharmed despite her fears.
"Perhaps I should head back," she whispers to herself, hesit
whatever she was doing, the Lord wasnt far away. he was watching her, waiting for anything. she was so beautiful ! he couldnt stand it, he wanted to taste her but resigned. Time. He waited so long for her, he wasnt gonna mess up this time
Elara nods in agreement with herself, finally gathering the courage to turn back around. She takes a few steps away from the tree before pausing, her senses on high alert once more. A distant rustling sound catches her ear, and she feels her heart skip a beat as she realizes that it's coming from behind her.
Spinning around, she comes face-to-face with a group of vicious looking wolves, their sharp teeth bared in savage snarls. Terror floods through her veins like ice water, and for a split second she thinks she's going to die right here, ripped apart by these ferocious creatures.
But then something changes. The wolves don't charge or growl; instead they simply stand there, their postures tensing and relaxing as if they're working out some sort of unspoken command. For a moment, she
"Sit." The Lord spoke, and wolves executed, acknowledging his power. He appeared before the tree, waving to Elara. "miss me, princess ?"
Terror turns to shock as the wolves obey their master's command. She takes a tentative step back toward him, her heart still racing but a small glimmer of hope starting to flicker within her chest. "You... you knew they were there?" she manages to whisper, her voice shaking.
The vampire smiles at her, his expression both reassuring and somewhat amused. "Of course I did," he says with a casual shrug. "I didn't think you needed me getting between you and some well-deserved adventure." He pauses for a moment before adding softly, "But it seems they were more of a distraction than a challenge."
The vampire's words make her heart beat a little faster. Despite the danger she'd faced and the role he played in protecting her, a thrill runs through her at his casual dismissal of it all. She takes another step closer, noticing for the first time how impossibly handsome he is even under this soft moonlight. And as their eyes meet once more, she feels an overwhelming desire to be close to him... to prove herself and earn his trust.
Without a word, she slowly moves toward him, closing the distance between them until they stand only inches apart. Their lips are mere centimeters away from touching as her breath mingles with his in the cool night air. Her heart races, her skin tingling with anticipation... and something more.
Her gaze locks onto his as she inches closer, her lips practically brushing against his now. The connection between them seems to intensify with every heartbeat, and the anticipation coiling tight within her grows harder to ignore. With a soft moan, she finally presses her lips to his, their mouths opening as they taste each other in a hungry, desperate kiss. Her arms wind around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline, while his strong hands slide up her back, holding her close and possessive against his chest.
Their passion burns hotter than the forest around them, fueling the desire that crackles between them in a way neither of them could have predicted. In this moment, Elara feels truly free and wholly alive... and she knows that with him, she always will.