[ WP ] A well meaning vampire uses their powers in creative ways to masquerade as a costumed super-powered human . Their greatest fear however is for their true nature being exposed and losing the love and adoration of the public . But how far can they go to keep their secret ?

Rachel Thompson. One of seven billion. An ant among ten colonies worth of them. She held no importance. Her disappearance would n't raise many questions. Certainly no answers. It was no big deal. 
 
 `` Then why do n't you just do it,'' Jay whispered the words to himself. His right hand gripped a kitchen knife tight enough to turn his knuckles white. 
 
 `` You do n't want to do this,'' Rachel whispered the words from her tied up position, elevated so that her feet hung inches above the ground. She stared at Jay, eyes wet with tears. `` I wo n't tell anyone what you are. You still save people. That's all that matters.'' 
 
 Jay turned so that his whole body faced her and he held the knife up, bracing it against her neck. The contact pricked her skin and a droplet of blood ran down her skin, crimson against the pale white. 
 
 `` You're about to cross a line, you do n't want to cross it.'' Her voice was more pleading. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' Jay whispered, looking away from the blood, away from her eyes. `` I'm so sorry.'' 
 
 `` You know the real fucked up thing?'' She spoke with sudden ferocity. `` You're so scared of being seen as a monster that you've become one.'' 
 
 Jay sliced her throat. The blade went through easily, easier even than it did on the pigs he slaughtered. It was surprising. 
 
 Even more surprising was the surge of adrenaline he felt. The awakeness he felt at the outpouring of blood. *Human* blood. It smelled different. *Better*. 
 
 He held back for what felt like an eternity before giving in to the urge to feed.
