[3:30 AM; 8 Hours Remain.]

Jotaro, Josuke, and Okuyasu stepped inside the house. It smelled horrible, like a smell Jotaro had hoped to never smell again. Not a good sign.

"Eugh, what is that?" Josuke said, pinching a finger on his nose.

"I don't know, but it's disgusting!" Okuyasu said, looking around for the source of it.

Jotaro took in his surroundings. The water was still running into a bucket and the table seemed like it had been collided with.

They walked into a hallway and spotted what seemed to be the remains of a phone. Jotaro and Josuke looked closer at it while Okuyasu continued looking in the kitchen.

"The marks on this look like the marks Hermit Purple would leave," Jotaro muttered to himself as he lifted a piece of the shattered receiver.

"You said that Mr. Joestar might be being held hostage?" Josuke asked as he headed toward another room.

"Yes, I'm sure of it," Jotaro said, standing up to follow behind. "He sounded different and acted suspiciously. When I pretended to have hung up, he spoke to someone else about having tried to lie to me."

Okuyasu stepped out from the kitchen and headed behind them.

The three stepped into the bathroom, where they were met with a bloodied sink and still damp baby clothes.

"That… doesn't look good," Josuke said nervously. He picked up one of the pieces of clothing. "This is definitely Shizuka's."

Jotaro said nothing, heading to the child's room. He hoped that the smell and blood weren't hers- or his grandfather's for that matter. He sighed in relief as he saw the impression of the sleeping baby wrapped in a blanket. "She's in here, she seems alright." He called out to the others. They came rushing in and Okuyasu picked her up and tried looking her over.

"It's so hard to check for injuries on an invisible child! Where do I even start?!" He said as he cradled the child. The blanket shifted slightly and they heard a small giggle. "She's not crying at least."

Jotaro walked out of the room and the others followed. They headed toward the living room and the smell got worse and worse. Jotaro stopped and held out his arm. "Are you sure you want to keep going?" He asked, turning to look at the two high schoolers and the baby.

They looked at each other and nodded.

They entered the living room and Jotaro's heart stopped.

He saw a sight he hadn't seen in 10 years. The corpses, he was expecting. He was not expecting them to be drained of all their blood.

"...A vampire." He said quietly, all the memories from his time in Egypt flooding his mind and hurting his heart. It was over. It had been over for 10 years… and yet here was definite evidence of a vampire.

"A vampire?" Josuke said, gagging as he tried not to look at the bodies anymore, "You're saying a vampire's holding him hostage?"

Jotaro nodded. Everything got just a bit more dire.

[5:00 AM; 6 Hours Remain.]

Joseph sighed as he pulled the car over in a gas station. The gas station was almost empty, there were two cars in the lot total, and all that lit up the place was the few lights up on the top.

"You'd better hurry, Joseph. The sun will rise soon." DIO said through the speaker.

Joseph waved his hand. "I've got it." He replied as he stepped out of the car. "You better hurry and get out of the radio before I slam this car door on you."

DIO only laughed. "That'd hurt you as well, but, as you wish." Hermit Purple retracted from the radio and Joseph shut the door.

As he filled the gas tank his stomach growled, but he ignored it. He absentmindedly looked around the empty parking lot. There were a few pieces of trash blowing in what little wind there was. He followed one with his eyes all the way up to the building. He looked in the window where he saw two men, one behind the register and the other in front…

...Wait, is that a gun?

He'd better check this out.

Joseph yawned a little, stopped the flow of the gas, and walked quickly toward the building. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Stupid vampire powers better work as well as Hamon did."

He pulled the door open and the both of them turned to look at him.

"Hands in the air! You should have stayed outside, idiot!" The robber shouted, pointing his gun at Joseph.

Joseph looked the two of them up and down, the robber had short green hair spiked upwards and wore mostly black, while the cashier had wavy pink hair and wore the station's branded clothing.

He smiled and put his hands up. "You should watch where you point that thing." He said, chuckling a little as he stepped forward.

"S-stay where you are!" The robber said, his grip on the gun shaking. "I'll shoot! I'll do it!"

"Well, go ahead," Joseph commanded, slowly walking forward. "Oh, do you need a bigger target? Here." He said as he extended his arms out.

Both the cashier and robber stared at him in awe and horror.

"Are you crazy?! It's a real gun!" The cashier shouted, ducking behind the counter while he had the chance.

Joseph passed under a shadow in the station as he walked closer and closer to the gunman and from what the green-haired man could tell, the man's eyes seemed to flash an inhuman red. Fear filled his stomach and sank it like a stone thrown into the river. There was something off about this guy.

The robber slammed his eyes shut and fired every bullet in the gun he could. The gunshots filled the room and then silence. He listened to the silence for a minute before he opened his eyes.

The green-haired man stared in horror as he saw Joseph standing entirely unfazed. Had every shot missed?! He looked closer and saw that, no, every bullet had hit! The man was coated in bullet holes and yet he stood like he was fine!

Joseph took his time plucking every bullet from each hole, and when he was done he tossed them to the side. However, putting all that effort into healing was leaving him…

...Starving.

And, to make it worse, his stomach seemed to be the one thinking, not his mind.

He wasn't thinking as he lunged toward the green-haired man, and grabbed him by the neck. He wasn't thinking when he stuck his hand through the robber's neck and drained him of all his blood as the cashier watched in horror.

He certainly wasn't thinking when he walked over to the cashier and did the same.

Joseph walked out of the now truly empty gas station, looking toward the ground. Now that he could think clearly, he wasn't even able to comprehend how badly he felt for what he had just done.

It just felt like heavy static in his chest.

He stepped into the car, entirely silent. Hermit Purple shot out and stuck into the radio. "Congratulations, Joseph. You're a real vampire." DIO's voice crackled out from the radio. "I am glad I don't have to hand feed you after all."

Joseph said nothing as he brought the car out of park and drove away from the gas station as fast as he could.