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.

Elara's nonchalant expression turns into confusion as the vampire merely nods and does not reply with a word. She is momentarily taken aback by the unexpected behavior of her target before shrugging it off. The vampire probably just accepts their fate or is trying to play mind games with her. Elara isn't one to be manipulated though, so she readjusts her grip on the dagger and keeps it pressed against the vampire's forehead, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she exerts. "Now, why don't you tell me what you want?" She asks cooly, tilting her head slightly to the side as if mildly curious about the answer.

Her eyebrow twitches in amusement at the vampire's attempt to manipulate her with information. "Oh really? And you think I'd believe some trash a vamp like you tells me?" She grins, her fangs showing as she leans closer. "I don't care about your little secrets. Tell me something useful or I swear I'll..." Her voice trails off as she hesitates for a moment, debating on whether to make good on her threat or not.

She narrows her eyes skeptically at the vampire's offer, unsure if it's just a ploy to buy more time or an actual olive branch. Deciding to take the risk, she pulls back slightly, her knuckles still white from gripping the dagger tightly. "Alright then," she says calmly. "Let's hear what you have to say." As if bored by the entire exchange, she retracts her weapon slightly but keeps it at the ready just in case things take a turn for the worse.

The word "werwolves" catches her attention instantly. It's been years since she's encountered one of them and the thought of a hideout fills her with curiosity. She bites back her excitement, not wanting to show any vulnerability or weakness to the vampire, and calmly says, "And where is this hideout exactly?" Her voice remains steady and cold, as if she were asking for directions to the nearest grocery store.

"Very well," she murmurs, a hint of satisfaction creeping into her tone. "I'll remember that." With a final sneer, she gives the vampire one last push, sending it flying backward several feet before landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. "And don't think for a second I won't come after you again if I ever catch wind of you stirring up trouble," she says coldly, her words seeming to echo through the silent night air.

With that, Elara | Vampire Hunter turns and walks away from the defeated vampire, already planning her next move. The hunt for werwolves has just begun...