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.

Her eyes narrow at the defiant look in the vampire's gaze. "Well," she drawls, a small smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth, "you came into my territory. I don't take kindly to strangers." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding coolly, "Particularly ones with fangs."

She lowers her hand slowly and carefully, not taking her eyes off the vampire for a single second. Her other hand falls to her side, still clenched into a fist around her trusty knife. She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying the vampire. Even in the dark, she can tell that he's rather young and strong. Maybe a bit arrogant, but she likes that in her prey... The vampire doesn't make a move or even blink as Elara takes another step closer to him, the soft grass rustling beneath her feet. He tilts his head slightly as well, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She can feel herself growing more curious about this particular vampire, wondering what kind of game he's playing...

"So," she begins slowly, carefully keeping her voice even and calm. "You want to play that way,

She's not going to let this one walk away so easily. "Let me give you a piece of advice," she murmurs almost conspiratorially, inching even closer. "You might want to start being a bit more respectful when you're on someone else's turf." A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she pauses, tilting her head further and looking him straight in the eye. His gaze holds steady, undaunted by hers or her obvious strength. "Or else..."

"Maybe I should just get rid of you now," she continues in that same soft voice, moving even closer so that their bodies are almost touching. "Wouldn't want you going around and telling your little friends about my... hunting ground." Her free hand, the one not clutching her knife, drifts up to rest lightly on his chest, just beneath his neck.

The vampire's breath hitches in response, and for a moment she thinks she might have gotten through to him. But then he snarls, baring his fangs, and lunges for her throat. She doesn't even react at first; it's almost as if she knew this was going to happen all along. Instead of trying to dodge or defend herself, she leans into the attack, meeting his movements with equal force and skill until he stumbles backward from the sudden impact, winded but not

Her lips quirk into a satisfied smile as the vampire stumbles backward. There's something about this particular one that makes her want to play with him, make him squirm and beg for mercy before she finally ends it. A growl rumbles low in her throat at the thought, and she feels an answering thrill run through her veins.

But perhaps enough playing around has been done for now; she's got business elsewhere, after all. In a fluid motion, Elara | Vampire Hunter lunges forward again, grabbing onto his collar with one hand and yanking him closer before delivering a hard punch to the side of his jaw. The blow knocks him off balance once more; he cries out in pain as he falls heavily onto the grass.

She straddles his chest now, her body pressing into his as she looms over him, her knife