Something Immortal

☤Chapter 3-Fantasy Worlds☤

The next few days passed like the breeze. In the morning, you'd wake up, eat breakfast, head to lessons and stay there until lunch, before having all the free time you could have. At first, you'd play with Jojo, but sometimes he'd go somewhere in the city, leaving you alone.

Yours and Dio's relationship changed since that day at the stream. In the dining room, he'd stare at you, during lessons he'd keep his distance and after that, he'd disappear somewhere, not showing up for ours. You wondered what was his reason for avoiding you.

What you didn't know was that he'd spend his days in the library. It was the only place where there was quiet, where almost no one ever went to. He'd read his books, able to finish one in mere hours.

He read about all kinds of things, from stories to education. Medicine, law, economics, it all fascinated him, seeing as during his time while he was living in poverty, books were a rarity and they weren't usually about anything interesting. But he had all this knowledge at his hands, he had to savor it.

He already knew where his life was headed, he was planning every detail, every day. Study to become a lawyer, escaping the law himself. He would find all the loopholes to inherit the Joestar fortune. But where would he place you in his plan? There were multiple options, each with their own risks.

He flipped over another page of his book, his eyes quickly scanning the lines, absorbing the information like a sponge. His plan was very long and elaborate, it will take years until he can put it to action.

A creak was heard. He quickly whipped his head towards the origin of the sound and found you, standing in between the gap of the two doors. Your eyes widened, frightened that he caught you.

You entered, making quick short strides, heading for the bookshelves in the back. You held your gaze to the ground until you were hidden by the furniture. You scanned from top to bottom, brushing your fingers over the spines of the books, pondering on which one you'd choose.

Ayala's Angel by Anthony Trollope.

You looked at the back of the book, reading the short version and deciding it was good enough to entertain you for a few hours. You tightly wrapped your arms around it, pulling it to your chest. You made your way back to the exit, but not without giving a glance to Dio.

But he was steps ahead of you. His eyes were glued on you and as soon as you made eye contact, you couldn't look away. He cocked his eyebrow, challenging you into a staring contest. You wanted to break it, you hated eye contact, but you didn't want to step down, for once, you wanted to feel in control, to be the dominant one.

You held your chin high, puffing your chest like a peacock, trying to act superior. And it worked. Dio looked at you for a few seconds before gazing down to his book. You felt proud you finally stood up to someone.

Even if it was only someone as Dio. It was a small step to gaining self-confidence, maybe one day you'll be able to even stand up to your father, to your future husband. As you closed the door of the library, you giggled to yourself, all giddy inside.

You strolled your way back to your room when you bumped into someone. You looked up and saw your father, scowling down at you. You immediately curtsied.

"I apologize, father, I did not notice you, I was lost in thought," you sighed.

His scowl got softer." Don't do that ever again." after he finished he continued walking away from you.

You ran to your room, jumping on the bed with the book already open, diving into the fantasy world. In mere hours you were done with the book, now not knowing what to do. There was still time before dinner, maybe you could start another book? The library was vast, surely you'd find another thing to read.

You tiptoed to the library, this time more carefully. You looked inside. No sign of Dio. You entered and put a finger on your chin. Your brows creased, thinking what next was on the list. As you were lost in thought, you felt a presence behind you. You froze in place when you felt the hot breath on your neck, making goose appear on your whole body.

Arms locked you from both sides against the bookshelf. The person got closer to you, leaning into your ear.

"Dracula," he whispered.

"Huh?" what did he mean by that.

"Dracula," he took a book out and handed it to you.

You looked at the book, turning it and trying to find out what it was about.

"Thank you..." you turned around but no one was there.

Empty, quiet. You were confused. Did you imagine everything? Was there actually someone that gave you that book or was it just your brain doing tricks on you. You glanced down at the book and shrugged. Why not.

You sat down on the sofa in the library and opened the book. As the plot thickened, you saw more and more of where Dio's ideology comes from. It was about a certain count Dracula, he was a vampire. He was immortal and almost unkillable, his only enemy was the sun and a wooden stake.

From this, you started wondering about what Dio talked about. If you could live forever, stay young and beautiful, rule the world. But you would still be alone. All your loved ones would die while you would rest the same. But what if, you weren't the only immortal? What if someone you loved could be eternal with you?

In your mind, pictures of you and the stranger from the dreams started to appear but after, the stranger slowly became Dio for some reason. A blush surfaced on your face as more and more scenarios popped up.

A knock came before the door opened. One of the maids came, informing you that dinner was ready.

You sat down next to your father, your eyes glued to the table, not being brave enough to look at Dio, even though you didn't feel that way a few hours ago. A plate was placed in front of you and you took your utensils and started eating.

Your father and Mr. Joestar talked and laughed, talking about adult stuff, it didn't interest you so you just ignored them, trying to finish your meal as quickly as possible so you could get back to the book.

You felt Dio's burning glare the entire time. As soon as you finished, you abruptly got up, thanked for the food and rushed off to your room, dying to know what happens next in the book.

Jojo knew you rushed far too quickly, you didn't even wait for dessert, you always ate the dessert. So he asked for permission to go look for you and ask if you wanted a portion. Your father obliged. He made his way towards your room, full in thought.

These last few days you've been acting weird he could say the least. Ever since you met Dio, you changed, and he noticed. He saw how you were so shy around him you couldn't even look at him, yet as soon as Jonathan left, you were close to each other. He saw how Dio's eyes were almost always on you.

You and Jojo don't talk like you used to. And even though your interactions with Dio were small and short, Jonathan still felt, jealous. You were his best friend, he was worried about you. Not many people can take Dio's strong personality, hell even Jojo couldn't take it the first months of Dio's arrival.

Yet it didn't seem like he acted as harsh with you, a certain softness towards you. He arrived at your door and knocked a few times.

"(Y/N)?" Jonathan whispered.

"I'm coming in." he opened the door.

"Hey I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to come back for dessert, I know you love quiche-"

You laid there, an open book on your face, snoring quietly, your chest heaving up and down peacefully, still in your dress, all dolled up. Jonathan smiled to himself and put your blanket over you and closing the book, carefully tiptoeing away, closing the door on his way out.

That night, no dreams of the stranger appeared, but you secretly wished they did. Even though you only had three dreams so far, but you felt something for him. You didn't know what that feeling was, but it was an odd warmth when you were with him.

Even though it was a dream, all those things felt real, maybe he is a real person, maybe someone you'll meet in the future, but you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Only time could tell.