The trip back home was something Valeria had been dreading for almost a month. She knew it was time to pack up where she currently was, but heading home was something she hadn't really planned on doing. It was her mother's doing by trying to get her a job at some swanky office. Valeria didn't need a job, well at least not anymore. 

It had been five years since she stepped foot in her small hometown, four years since she was turned. She stroked the pale skin of her arm as if she was still trying to get accustomed to it. Her stomach rumbled loudly. She would have to feed and soon, before she turned into a raving bloodthirsty lunatic. She stuffed a few more items into her backpack and headed out the door. That was one thing she liked about being a vampire. Speed. She could get from one end of town to the other in the blink of an eye. Getting back to her hometown would be a cinch. 

It took her a bit longer than she had anticipated to get back, she had to stop for a bite. Once she got there however, Val realized she didn't have a place to stay. She walked aimlessly down the streets, wondering who she could stay with. She didn't have a lot of friends growing up, preferring to stick to herself. Like a light bulb, the image of a fiery redhead popped into her head. Andrea would certainly take her in, although they didn't really part on the best of terms, but after some profuse apologizing, everything had the possibility of going back to normal. 

She walked the rest of the way like a normal human, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. The façade of Andrea's house was still the same, Valeria noticed as she steeled herself for what awaited her on the other side of the door. She rapped on it a bit more forcefully than she had intended. Even after all these years, she still had trouble controlling her strength. She stood quietly, waiting for the door to open. "Oh boy," she said almost breathlessly.