Valeria pushed herself up off her motorcycle, flicking the last of her cigarette to the ground. Unzipping her leather jacket, she hung it on the handle of her bike before grabbing the keys and heading towards the bar. Being new to the biker gang, Hell's Dogs, it was imperative she showed up to this party. Since it was the gang leader's birthday celebration.<br/><br/>A wicked grin made it's way to her features as she thought about having some fun tonight. A lot of it. Pulling open the door to the bar, Val stepped inside and paused to look at the crowd around her. Dressed in a tight red tube top, a pair of black booty shorts, and black heels, somehow she just knew she'd make a splash in the community tonight.<br/><br/>Making her way to the bar, Val ordered a scotch and made herself comfortable on one of the stools. Sipping on her drink and scoping out the group, a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lip as she found her first victim of the night. For a moment her thoughts began to wander their selves back to her deceased husband.<br/><br/>At one point, Valeria had been a surprisingly sweet and loving girl. But after the day the people she had once called friends killed her husband, Val sought only to destroy humans. They were merciless and vile creatures with no regard to others. Her husband being the exception.<br/><br/>Suddenly a man caught her attention, turning her head to search for him again until she found him standing in a group, chatting with some of the other bikers. And had a pretty girl wrapped around his arm. Shock began to write itself all over her features and her grip tightened around the glass in her hand till it was on the verge of shattering. The man was her husband…