[ 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 ?

Mindy watched Edg-'Nightwatch' pacing back and forth inside the underground lair, her arms crosses as she waited. As was often the case after a close call, the'Shadowed Hero of Drevin' was spending the day fretting over a what-if that did n't matter. 
 
 She sighed, rolling her eyes. `` Even if they figure it out, nobody is going to belie-'' 
 
 `` You do n't know that!'' Nightwatch snapped, `` I think he saw a fang!'' 
 
 `` Nobody would believe him if he did! He's a criminal!'' Mindy replied, exasperated. `` *Any* superhero that operates at night is going to have some crazy say they're a vampire.'' 
 
 He stopped pacing, turning to face her and indicating himself irritably as he spoke. `` But I AM a vampire!'' 
 
 It was the same thing every time, and Mindy rubbed her temples, trying to keep the stress headache at bay. She'd been his human servant long enough to know it was n't just him. Vampires as a whole tended to be a little unhinged, and every last one of them was paranoid. 
 
 `` You smashed his head into a wall, nothing he remembers is even going to-'' Mindy did n't even know why she bothered, overwhelming compulsion to help him or not, Nightwatch was n't listening. 
 
 No, this was the part where he got his'brilliant' idea to solve the'problem'. Mindy looked around the room, trying to remember where she'd left that bottle of Advil. 
 
 Nightwatch straightened, hitting his fist into the upturned palm of his other hand. `` I've got it! I just need to kill him!'' A triumphant expression spreading over his face. 
 
 *Of course, you need to kill him! Murder will solve all your problems, it's the vampire way. * Mindy thought dryly. 
 
 *I heard that. * 
 
 `` Killing every potential problem is n't a practical approach. You're trying to play the hero, remember? Heroes do n't murder to solve their problems.'' It was like trying to explain morals to a five year old. 
 
 `` Why ever not?'' He blustered, as if anything to the contrary was preposterous. `` How do they expect to get anything done?'' 
 
 `` They do the right thing, wait and watch to see if the person knows, then scare - but do n't torture - the knowing party into not talking. They trust the good people of the city to keep their secrets.'' 
 
 `` That's insane!'' 
 
 *You're insane. * `` No, it's difficult. That's why they're heroes. Because they do the right thing even when it's hard.'' 
 
 Nightwatch sighed and flopped back into his leather chair, pulling off the mask to reveal the sharp, angled features so common among the noble dead. `` Fine, I *won't* kill him.'' 
 
 Mindy gave her master a small smile, glad that he'd chosen, yet again, to play the part of hero.
