Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Dio Brando Oneshots

Story 38 : Twilight [Part 1]

[Note: Your name for this story will be "Lorraine". I have become slightly uncomfortable with using "Y/n" constantly, and I figured if I give you a random name every time in each story, perhaps you'll feel like a character yourself pulled into this short story! However, without further ado, here is "Twilight"]

Tapping the tip of my pen against my sketchbook, I looked outside the window. It was snowing. The winter had arrived in Broomsbrook, a town known for one thing and one thing only. Authors, artists and other sorts of cozy people.

Cozy was the sole definition of this town. I found myself in an artist's block. Unable to put any sort of art down, I wondered what I could possibly do.

Looking up at my window once again, as I had previously brought my gaze down onto the sketchbook, I could hear soft knocking on the window.

I blinked. Once. Twice.

'Who are you...?'

A man stood in a black suit, covered with a large coat that draped over his broad shoulders.

A red scarf, tied neatly around his neck, added a striking splash of color to his otherwise dark ensemble.

Completing his look is a chapeau, perched on his head with a touch of refinement, giving him the air of a man who is both sophisticated and dangerous.

I placed my sketchbook onto the table, unable to break the eye contact. He stared at me, and I stared back at him. My hand reached for the window handle, and the eyes of the man began to shine.

'You're a vampire...'

My eyes widened, and the man smirked widely at me.

'Clever... You... Are...'

His voice was deep, broody, it made me feel this strange sense of melancholy. I watched him, and he watched me. I moved my hand off of the handle, and his smirk appeared to fade.

'Another one?'

He mumbled to himself. He seemed perplexed that I didn't obey his mind control. I suppose I was more curious about him than anything.

But perhaps I also had something about me that he didn't know of.

'What do you want?'

I asked, clearly speaking, and taking a step back from the window. The man moved his hand through his golden locks.

'I want something you have. I want your soul essence, Lorraine.'

I watched him as if he was insane. How did he know my name? More importantly, what does he mean by soul essence?

I watched him, he towered over me through the window, he must have been around 195 cm tall.

Towering over me, I analyzed his features.

He stood tall above me, and I looked at his face with a mix of curiosity and a little bit of fear.

His height made him seem really intimidating, but it was the way he held himself that made me feel uneasy.

He stood up straight, almost like a king, as if he owned every place he was in.

His skin was very pale, almost glowing, which made him look like he didn't quite belong in this world under the soft light.

His eyes were the most amazing part of him-golden and fierce, they felt like they could look right into my heart.

His thick, blond hair framed his face in beautiful waves, looking too perfect to be real, but still very much alive.

His face had strong features, with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones that made him seem cold and confident.

His outfit was just as strange as he was.

He wore a perfectly clean black suit that fit him just right, with every line and fold in the right place.

Over the suit, he had a big coat that made him look like he had just come in from a storm.

The only splash of color was a bright red scarf around his neck, standing out against his dark clothes.

On his head, he wore a hat that was tilted a little, making him look even more mysterious.

There was something about him that felt strange, like he wasn't completely human.

He seemed too polished and calm to be anything else.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was someone-or maybe something-much more dangerous than I could think of.

Like I said, it was much to my surprise just a way for me to confirm that, indeed, he was a vampires.

His whole appearance screamed into my face that it was so.

Finally, it seemed that he had had enough, so he looked deeply into my eyes, and began to chant...

'Open the window, allow me inside Lorraine...'

He spoke it almost like a sweet melodic lullaby you'd sing to a baby before sleep.

His voice was smooth and sweet, but it gave me a creepy feeling.

It sounded like a request, but really it was a command that I couldn't say no to, even though I really wanted to.

I felt my hand reach for the window latch, almost like it was moving by itself because of his words.

I wanted to stop and pull back, but his eyes were locked on mine, shining like gold. It was both scary and fascinating at the same time.

'Don't be scared...'

he said softly, his voice smooth like silk.

'I won't hurt you. I just want to talk... to understand...'

The way he talked made it seem like he really believed his own lies, like he thought he could make me believe he was innocent just by trying hard enough.

But, I knew the truth. I could sense the danger coming from him, a dark and hungry feeling that wanted more than just to talk.

'You don't have to do this,'

I said quietly, my voice shaking because I was scared and trying to stand up to him.

'You don't need to hurt anyone.'

A small, almost playful smile appeared on his lips, but it didn't feel friendly. It was more like the smile of a hunter who had already caught its prey.

'Hurt?'

He said softly, as if he didn't really understand the word.

'No, Lorraine. I don't want to hurt you... I want to show you something.'

With that, the latch clicked open, and the window creaked as it swung wide, letting him inside.

He moved smoothly, and as he stepped in, the room felt dark and cold around him.

I realized then, as he got closer, that the real danger wasn't what he might do, but what he was-a creature of the night, wrapped in darkness but looking very elegant.

And now, he was here, standing right in front of me, ready to pull me into his world.