(Book Three of the ❝Jojo's Bizarre x Reader❞ Series. Please read previous works to understand the lore.)
History repeats itself when (Y/N) "Drei" (L/N) III, granddaughter of (Y/N) (L/N)-Wright, turns vampiric. It's a race against time as she seeks r...
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content warning: disassociation
There's a difference in the air--like a cold nip on the nose. The world was changing like a season, but only to affect you and your group. No one else could feel it. Other Stand users, maybe, but not normal civilians.
The closer you were to finding Dio's mansion the more the world around you felt fake--a dream, a hallucination. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you have a near-death experience or before you die, perhaps where you were living in that flash.
Your body walked on autopilot while your mind felt like a white chicken scratch drawing on black sketchbook paper, only to be disrupted by Avdol yelling at Polnareff to give money to a beggar.
You blinked, suddenly lacking energy. Not that it was much of a surprise, it was hot as the sun's surface outside, and a person with vampirism like yourself was not suited for it. You looked around, but nothing seemed familiar. You hunched over, pulling your cloak more over yourself.
The beggar they were talking to pointed at you. "What, you got another one pretendin' to be a beggar over there?"
"No, sir, she just can't be in the sun is all," Avdol answered.
"Is that so, eh? Got, uh, what d'ya call it... Poly--"
You held up your hand to cut him off. "I'm gonna stop you there. There are multiple different forms and names for it. You don't need to know what I have, just that I'm not going to steal your money, alright?"
"Sheesh, alright. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Jotaro turned to you. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You keep looking around like you're lost."
You inhaled. "I just was daydreaming is all and wasn't paying attention." You watched as Avdol asked for the location in the photograph. The beggar ripped off his rags, revealing a suit, and entered his nice-looking car. "I'm also confused..."
"We are to wait here for three hours until he finds the mansion's location," Avdol explained, turning his gaze to you.
"Are you sick?" Polnareff asked. "Can vampires get sick?"
"I don't think vampires can get sick, no." You sat down on the steps. "I wonder where Iggy is..."
"You know he's close by," Joseph reminded. "He's a loner, but he knows what scent to follow to return to the hands that feed him."
"I'm not worried... I mean, I am but..." You huffed. "I know he's fine and he'll come back running with no injuries and alive. Hell, probably with a full belly, a mouth full of coffee gum, and some impregnated bitch running around but I can't help but worry."
"Are you anxious already? Maybe Iggy isn't what's making you nervous, but rather just something you're projecting onto him," Avdol suggested.
You stood up. "I'm not anxious." You turned to walk away from the beggar area. Somewhere where there was shade, but you could still see the group from your distance. A tree was nearby so that's where you sat once more.
Jotaro followed and sat beside you. He lit a cigarette and handed you the carton. When you didn't respond, he shook it to catch your attention.
"You know I don't smoke."
"Bullshit. Remember when your dad caught you smoking on the roof of the school with me?"
"Yeah, and I haven't since."
"Just take one. It could calm you down."
"Or just make it worse."
He huffed, taking out his cigarette to blow the smoke before returning it to his mouth and shoving the carton into his pocket. "What's going on with you?"
"In honesty? I don't know. Just all of a sudden, I couldn't think and my mind felt so cloudy. I blink and I'm in a different place where when people talk, they sound like the adults from Charlie Brown. The hours pass by so slowly, yet I feel as though I have been walking for days. The sounds and my vision are all blurry and I don't know what to do with myself." You paused for a moment. "What if... my family's curse is real?"
"Like... you think you're going to die?"
"Maybe."
"(Y/N), you're fine... We're fine." He took your hand in his. "If anyone's gonna die first, it's gonna be me for obvious reasons." With his free hand, he took out his cigarette, then kissed your cheek. "So calm your nerves."
"Reminding me you might die before me doesn't help... but okay." You put your hand on his cheek and you shared a kiss. "Gross, tobacco breath." You chuckled.
"Are you feeling better though?" He had no physical expression of his emotion, but his voice was kind regardless.
"A bit." You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, your fingers intertwining. Despite this, however, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.
Someone--Dio or not--could very easily come up behind you and catch you off guard. They could easily ruin any plan you and your group had prepared and that terrified you. The fact that something everyone had worked so hard on and were oh so close to completing could simply be destroyed and swept away... it terrified you. All this time and energy, the loss of your humanity, the hospitalization of your grandmother... it could be all for nothing. Jotaro's mother could die all because of one person.
That's what every person Dio sent your way attempted to do and none were successful. But it only takes one person competent at their job to ruin your own.
