spencer wiped the corner of his mouth, smearing away the blood that was left there, evidence of his latest hunt. he pulled his jacket back on, taking a cautionary glance around before slipping out of the alley. the sun was beginning to rise, golden clouds scattered across the sky as he took his usual route to work. he checked his reflection in the water fountain he passed, a hand tending to his tousled hair. he had successfully hidden his vampirism for 250 years now, he knew what he was doing.