Draco wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at his ancient hands. Sullied with red. A pang of remorse churned his stomach.
Dawn crept forward. He craved to see the sun, just once.
To purify.
The sun rose. He stepped into the light and his skin burned.
Couldn't resist a vampire tale for @jayna's Fifty-word story challenge with the prompt light.
If you're in the mood for something in the same vein, but darker and morbid/horror, check out my latest story:
Pixabay Image Source edited by @cizzo.