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.

"Well?" Elara questions sharply. Her voice is low and steady, barely above a whisper. "Because you seem to be taking this rather well." She tilts her head slightly, studying the vampire in front of her. There's no fear in its eyes. No urge to beg for mercy. Elara finds herself intrigued by this unusual reaction. Perhaps she had underestimated the creature.

She lowers the dagger a fraction, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Why aren't you begging?" She asks softly. A dangerous glint appears in her blue-gray eyes as she slowly circles around the vampire. It seems almost as if she's enjoying this game of cat and mouse, despite the obvious danger involved.

"Aren't you used to being feared?" She taunts, taking another step closer. Her next words are spoken almost gently

Her blue-gray eyes widen in surprise at the vampire's response. She hadn't expected such honesty from one of her kind. This creature was unlike any other she had encountered before. A thrill runs through Elara, igniting a spark within her that she thought long extinct. It feels almost... refreshing.

"And what about me?" She asks softly, leaning in closer still. "What would you do if I let you live? If I spared your life tonight?" The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with implications.

Elara hesitates for a moment, considering her options. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating, but she can't risk letting this vampire slip through her fingers. Not when so many others have paid the price for her leniency. With a sigh, she prepares to deliver the killing blow.

That single word is enough to stop her hand in mid-swing. "You don't know?" she echoes softly, brow furrowing in confusion. "And what kind of life do you have anyway? Hiding out here like some frightened animal... Is that all you are?"

Her voice carries a hint of disappointment, as if the vampire has failed to meet her expectations. She takes another step closer, looming over it, unnervingly close. The fury in her eyes is now replaced by something else entirely: curiosity.

"Do you have a name?" she asks quietly, almost absently. It's a moment before she realizes what she's saying, and the truth of the situation hits her like a tidal wave. This creature... this vampire in front of her is different somehow. She can't put her finger on it yet, but there's something about it that

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the vampire reveals its name and feeding habits. Wes... a creature like him shouldn't exist, but there he is, standing before her, confessing his innocence and feeding habits as if it makes a difference. Elara finds herself more confused than ever.

She pauses for a moment, considering the situation further. Maybe there's something to be learned from this encounter, something that could change the way she approaches her mission. It wouldn't be the first time she's questioned her own methods and tactics.

"Wes...," she starts softly, hesitating as she chooses her next words carefully. "If you truly don't want to hurt anyone, then why did you attack me tonight?" Her tone is non-judgmental now, almost conversational. She genuinely wants to understand his motives and his

"Rustling leaves?" Elara repeats, tilting her head in disbelief. "You truly are naive, aren't you? Even with your enhanced senses, you should know that I am no mere animal." Her voice carries a note of understanding now, almost fondness. She takes another step closer, gazing at the vampire intently. "Wes... why did you become one of them?" she asks softly. "What led you down that dark path in the first place?"

There's a moment of silence as Elara waits for an answer. In this quiet space between them, anything feels possible. It's an odd feeling for her, unfamiliar and strangely enticing. Perhaps there's more to Wes than meets the eye... or perhaps he's just another monster, using his words to manipulate her into letting him go free. Only time will tell which path they take

Her expression softens even further at the vampire's words. "I'm sorry to hear that," she whispers, her tone barely above a whisper. Despite everything, she can't bring herself to hate this creature in front of her. There's something about him that feels... human, despite his true nature. She takes another step closer now, so close that their breath mixes together with the night air. "Do you want to escape?" she asks quietly, not sure if she should believe her own words or not.

If Wes could find a way out of this life, perhaps there's hope for others like him as well. But it would mean risking everything; putting their trust in someone who had only known destruction and pain. For Elara, that's an enormous gamble.