It was in the middle of broad daylight when you found that vampire. Having come back from a visit to your parent's house before you spot the burnt body in the alleyway. Upon closer inspection, it was a vampire. You could only assume so since whenever the sunlight shifted a smidge, the person's flesh would crackle and pop painfully.

Vampires were myths. Usually seen in crappy movies and TV shows. It was your first time running into one, much more out in daylight. The vampire was passed out—likely due to the pain and malnourishment.

Although you had no personal tie to the poor thing, you decided to take them back to your apartment against your better judgment. It was a struggle finding a way to cover up the vampiric man and dragging him back. Nearly looking as if you were moving a dead body away from a crime scene, but thankfully no one was around midday.

By the time you made it back it was close to sunset.

Laying down the vampire on your couch, you take a better look at the man. Catching the way the burns on him slowly healed now that he wasn't out in the daylight.