Bloodlust (Dio Brando x Reader x Jonathan Joestar)

Ch. 1: Misfortune

"Ouch!" You sucked your teeth sharply as a bead of blood dotted your fingertip. Withdrawing your hand from the garment, your only hope was that you didn't soil the fabric.

"Lost in thought about a certain young man~?" A woman whose hair was half the size of her head offered you a playful smile.

She had already tossed you a makeshift bandage before you could rummage for one in your ever-convenient basket of things.

A few random baubles spilled out as you tucked it back under your station.

"Very funny, Molly. Jonathan and I are just friends."

Friends.

That word stung more than you would like to admit.

You reached for a small glass marble that had rolled its way out of your basket, but before your fingers grazed the surface a dark object smashed down purposefully on the tiny object.

A cold weight settled in your stomach as your eyes trailed up the slender cane.

"Mrs. Finch," you murmured (a bit more bitterly than you'd originally intended).

Beady eyes, black as ebony, peered down at you with an expression that could only be labeled as contemptuous. The hands stacked atop of the cane that had nearly crushed your fingers were gnalred and wrinkled; they fidgeted irritably as she continued to scrutinize your hunched form.

It seemed to agitate her even moreso when you straightened your posture and she could no longer look down on you.

"Young ladies should never stuff their pockets with such childish things." Her voice was as unpleasant as her demeanour.

You narrowed your eyes slightly and swiftly hid the basket containing the rest of your items behind your back. "My posessions are none of your concern."

"Everything of yours is of concern to me." The old woman hissed. She jabbed her crooked index finger towards you threateningly. "And don't you forget it! You owe me--"

"My parents owe you. I work in their stead only because of my family's misfortune."

"Ha! More like my misfortune! Your mother was very skilled at her work. And what of you?" A twisted grin warped Mrs. Finch's face into something much more than ugly. She took great pleasure in adding, "You think just because you're friends with the Joestar boy that someday he'll rescue you from this humdrum life? He'll sweep you away and replace that filthy name of yours with something reputable?" A spray of spit sprinkled your face, but you didn't flinch.

If looks could kill the old woman would've dropped dead on the spot.

"Don't insult my family." Your hand clenched subconsciously, staining the cloth around your finger an ugly scarlet.

The same scarlet that stained your vision with every heartbeat.

Mrs. Finch snorted loudly. She flipped her wrist as she turned towards the door. "You'll rot away in this place, just like your mother would have."

There was a loud slam, loud enough to shake dust free from the rafters. The only decorative item in the room, a painting that a previous employee had left to brighten the workspace, slanted on the wall.

Droplets of crimson pattered against the rickety flooring.

"Your hand..."

"I'm fine, Molly." You withdrew your fist, smearing trails of ichor on the faded wallpaper.

Mrs. Finch was gone.

She took her hateful words with her.

Still, your anger remained.

Molly wrapped her arm around your shoulder and guided you over to her station. She then proceeded to inspect your knuckles thoroughly.

"Jonathan will worry for your health if he sees this..." Molly spoke lightheartedly, but her face was gravely serious. You sighed as she began wrapping your injury in scraps of spare cloth. "Also, I heard the Joestar's have invited someone into their home...a gentlman."

"I wouldn't know." You stared at a speck on the wall, trying to discern whether it was a stain or an insect. Your rage was quelling, and along with it your adrenaline ebbed away slowly.

The absence of chemicals left you feeling empty and exhausted.

"There! All done!" Molly examined her work proudly. She may not have had the best materials at hand, but her precision showed greatly.

You cracked a smile.

"Thank you."

"You're we--"

Ding-ding!

The gentle tinkling of bells alerted the two of you that a potential customer had entered the shop.

"Welcome to--"

"My blazer has a hole in it. I need it fixed now."

Molly pressed her lips together tightly and glanced at you sidelong. You were already approaching the man with little reserve in your expression.

"We have several pieces in need of mending that arrived earlier this morning. I'm afraid your blazer will have to wait." A pair of sharp, crimson orbs met with your e/c ones. The man was a head taller than you; you had to crane your neck just to maintain eye contact.

He arched one of his dark brows quizzically.

"I suppose I'll take my business elsewhere then." The stranger raked his pale fingers through his golden tresses, catching your eye momentarily as they seemed to almost shimmer in the dusty rays of sunlight that filtered in through the little shop window.

"You do that."

A small smirk tugged at the man's lips. He gave you a small bow, just formal enough to be mocking.

His gaze was stunning as he glanced up at you from beneath his dark lashes.

"Au revior."

You snorted slightly. "Adieu."

Despite your cheeky response, the man's smirk grew before he exited the shop.

A heavy silence filled the room.

"...Who was that?"

"I don't know. Probably just a traveler of some sort. I highly doubt we'll see him again." You shrugged, but there was an odd fluttering sensation in your chest that refused to dissipate.

Whoever that man was, you had a bad feeling that you hadn't seen the last of him.

Au revior.

To be continued...

(A/n:
First of all, thank you for reading the first chapter of my JoJo book! I just recently got into the anime, so I hope this story will turn out okay. I love feedback so please let me know what you think. Secondly, if you're not familiar with the French phrases used, 'au revior' literally means 'until we meet again' whereas 'adieu' is a cold way of saying goodbye permanently. It translates to "until God" which is a pretty firm "bye, Felicia!"

This was an introductory chapter so things pick up from here!

Thanks again for reading,
Ren)