Valeria was a vampire for 674 years, but still had the complexion of when she was 37. Through the trials of time mortals hunted “monsters”. When a few were at the risk of extinction, Valeria wanted to punish the mortals and their government for their wrong doings to monsters and for what they did to their own species.

But the vengeance turned into something more power hungry as she resided in Las Almas. She wanted control, and she got it. Even if she had to cut many ties along the way, she finally got what she wanted. The beginning of an empire. Sure, drugs were an interesting route, but that meant she got the pleasure in watching people lose their heads through addiction.

It was the only way she could orchestrate chaos behind the scenes, giving the people what they wanted because they deserved it. She was respected with fear, and she loved it, aside from the Los Vaqueros trying to flunk her operations with the help of gringos.

Now, Valeria was in the darkness of her wine cellar during the highest point of the sun. The metallic smell of blood reeked throughout the room. She held the glass in one hand as the struggling, pained, gurgles of an informant gushed blood from his neck as she collected their blood.

The other creatures in the room with her all let out chuckles seeing the person continue to struggle from the binds of their chair. With a sudden knock of the door almost everyone goes silent. “Por el amor de-! What?” She snapped.