A black Escalade with tinted windows drove through the LA streets. The Mexican hip hop its stereo was blasting could be heard from a block away, the flow of Spanish coming out hard and fast like the words were shot from a machine gun. The driver was a young Latino with a shaved head and countless tattoos over his muscular frame. His demeanor marked as not some mere wannabe but a legit bad ass. This was the sort of person that made people lock their doors and move their purses to the other side when he walked down the street. Yet he was not the most terrifying creature in the vehicle. That would be the one curled up in the passenger seat playing with her braided hair as she sucked on a cherry Tootsie Roll pop.<br/><br/>At five foot one and less than a hundred pounds, Dolores de los Santos did not exactly inspire fear. In fact, her nubile young body was more likely to cause a different sort of agitation altogether. The aptly nicknamed Lolita dressed in a sexy chola style common with many Mexican girls in LA... a tight white wifebeater and a pair of baggy jeans. But the difference between Lolita and any other piece of sweet jailbait was that she might look all of about sixteen but was really pushing five hundred. Agelessness was one of the perks of vampirism.<br/><br/>Lolita had it pretty good in LA. She ran the biggest Mexican gang in the city... Los Vampiros. It was her own little joke. Of course, she didn't do it directly. No way a bunch of testosterone-fuelled gangbangers were gonna listen to a little teenaged girl. That where someone like Nardo, the thug behind the wheel, came into things. He was her "papi," someone to front for her. It wasn't easy to fill the role. It had to be someone that could handle shit on his own but still totally devoted to her. He also had to have a monster cock and the skills to use it. Luckily Nardo possessed all those prerequisites. He could also handle the Escalade. Lolita would tell people she liked being driven around because it showed respect. Honestly it was because she  had trouble with the pedals on the big SUV.<br/><br/>There was also another underworld Lolita was a player in. LA had more than its share of vampires and they had banded together into a coven. Mostly they kept thing on the DL but sometimes shit had to get wet. That's where Lolita came in, she was one of their top enforcers. Not only could the petite bloodsucker hold her own in a fight, she had a veritable army of lowlifes she could unleash even in the daytime. It was a gig she really liked. Lolita loved the thrill of a fight, the blood of a beaten foe tasted so much sweeter.<br/><br/>The only problem was that like many spoiled pretty teenage girls, Lolita didn't play well with others. Add supernatural abilities to the mix and you had a recipe for trouble.<br/><br/>"Man, I hate this fucking shit," she grumbled.<br/><br/>"What's that?" asked Nardo.<br/><br/>"Dragging my sweet ass all the way out to Dante's to get rid of any livestock he don't want. I ain't no fuckin' janitor, yo."<br/><br/>Nardo gave a nod as his silent reply. Lolita's foul mood remained as they reached the home of Dante, the leader of the coven. Telling Nardo to stay in the Escalade, she took a Desert Eagle Mark XIX out of the glove box before exiting. Lolita had to literally hop out of the SUV, making her wonder not for the first time about her choice in vehicles. Her jeans hung low, exposing part of the black thong she was wearing. There was more than enough room in the waistband for the handgun.  Lolita was quietly bitching under her breath as she made her way into Dante's abode.<br/><br/>"What... the fuck... is this?"<br/><br/>Gavin, a pretty boy French vampire, had split the skull open of one of the potential bloodletters. Not that Lolita had any particular affection for the humans, she just hated needless messes since she was the one usually assigned clean-up duty.<br/><br/>"So you can slaughter helpless livestock. Like that's impressive... "<br/><br/>Taking out her Desert Eagle, Lolita fired a bullet into the temple of one of the remaining human without taking her eyes off of Gavin.<br/><br/>"See? It's like swatting a fly. No need to make a production out of it. And Dante is gonna freak when he sees his carpet, pendejo."<br/><br/>Lolita was interrupted by the sounds of screaming. The corpse she had just created had fallen onto a pretty Asian girl who knew exactly what it was even with her blindfold. Tossing the body aside, Lolita shoved her gun into the girl's mouth until she gagged.<br/><br/>"Shut the fuck up, bitch, or else it's your skull getting an extra hole."<br/><br/>The girl's blood smelled fairly bland to Lolita but she considered taking her just to give some of her boys something to play with. Once she was satisfied the girl had quieted down, Lolita took her gun away and turned her attention back to Gavin.<br/><br/>"So where is El Jefe anyway?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>