Klaus:

I'm running from dear old dad, but I doubt he'll find me up in the Andes. I'm with a so-called Spanish conquistador named Pizzaro though the only conquistador here is me, the leader of the small vampire army I've created, but I let Pizzaro think he's in charge for now. Plus, what's the point of eternal life if you don't get to explore the world? That's the other reason I'm here. When I learned about where Pizzaro was going, I offered my services—or rather compelled him to accept my services—and here I am with a ragtag group of Spanish explorers.

Really, Pizzaro should be thanking me. I'm the reason he's still alive right now. Some of the locals in this alien continent weren't exactly welcoming. Me and my vampires made sure we mysteriously won every battle. This fool thought he could bring down an entire empire with 168 men, 27 horses, and a single cannon.

Sometimes I compelled these rebels, but sometimes when my vampires and I were hungry, we let them have their fun. Entire villages were wiped out, and now we're the stuff of legends. The people call us "Chupacabras", which translates into goat-suckers. It's not exactly the name I would have picked for myself, but at least they're frightened.

"Klaus," Pizzaro calls and walks up to my side. "We're almost to the famed Machu Picchu. If Machu Picchu falls, the Inca fall. Can I count on you to help us win this battle?"

"Always, Pizzaro," I answer him. "I am your right-hand man."

"Thank you, Klaus. I will need your loyalty and vigilance. This last battle is not looking like it'll be an easy one. My scouts tell me stories about two brothers with extraordinary power. They are called Huascar and Atahualpa, and they are currently at war over the throne."

I smirk at this. "What kind of extraordinary powers?"

"They are said to have strength ten times of that of ordinary men," he starts to describe. "Their powers of persuasion are uncannily great, and they can run faster than a jungle cat."

"Interesting…"

Pizzaro nods. "Plus, my scouts say that the Inca are doing blood transfusions because some villagers have experienced extreme blood loss."

"This sound a lot like—" Pizzaro interrupts me.

"The Chupacabra. I'm sure it's just a fairy tale though."

"I am sure…" I agree, but my voice is uncertain.

"But in case the scouts aren't telling children's stories, you need to be ready and on your guard."

"Of course, Pizzaro," I tell him. "I will be vigilant."

And Pizzaro walks away, leaving me a just a little afraid. I quickly push the fear out of my mind though. I am an Original vampire. I have nothing to be afraid of.