Dio x OC [The Tale Of A Bloody Love]

CHAPTER XXVIII: [Believe it or not]

You were sleeping when the driver called you out loudly.
"Excuse me ma'am but we have arrived at our destination." He said opening the door on your side.
You quickly got out of the horse-drawn carriage, all excited. But that didn't last long. You were in a poor district, the complete opposite of the Joestars.
"But, that's not the address I asked for...?" You said to the tired driver.
"EXACTLY Y/N!" shouted a man's voice behind you.

You saw a blond man with bushy eyebrows and a scar on his cheek come closer to you. You stared at him, wondering if you've ever met this guy.
But you didn't remember this face and he was far from looking like a policeman.

"Who are you?" You asked him aggressively. "And how do you know my name ??"
"Ahem! Let me introduce myself; Robert Speedwagon, a friend of Jonathan Joestar. He told me about you a very short time ago. He was the one who sent me to look for you, since I know the streets like the back of my hand!" He said, holding out his hand to you.

You stared at it, then his suit, until you searched his whole soul.
Feeling some embarrassment, he placed his hand on his heart. "Okay. You have every right to beware at first. It is true that I wasn't an innocent man in the old days. But know that if Jonathan trusts me, you can trust me too, by following me to a quieter place to discuss it all." He added, giving a wad of notes to the carriage driver.

"HUH?! H-HEY!! WAIT!" you shouted at the driver. "THIS GUY ISN'T WITH ME! I DON'T KNOW HIM! THE MANSION ISN'T HERE, FINISH YOUR JOB!"
"Sorry ma'am, but I'm not your personal driver." He said closing the door.
You followed him relentlessly.
"YOU ARE, I PAID YOU ASSHOLE! GIVE HIM BACK HIS MONEY! GOD KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO DO TO ME!!! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS LIAR!" You continued to scream.
He rolled his eyes and ordered the horses to leave. You grabbed and threw a stone at him.
"SON OF A BITCH! WHY ARE THE DRIVERS SO INCOMPETENT HERE ?!"

The British man burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" You said, picking up your suitcase.
"Nothing. You shouldn't be left alone, follow me I'll take you to see our friend." He said walking away.

"Do you really think I'm going to follow you?! You're even more doubtful than those thugs who pretend to be mandiants!" You yelled.
"Hey ma'am, it's Ogre Street here. Be careful what you say." He warned you and called another horse-drawn carriage.
You frowned of indignation and pointed at him. "Listen Speedy, I won't trust you until you prove to me that you're a close friend of Jojo's. AND DON'T TELL ME SOMETHING EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT THEM! THEY'RE POPULAR HERE! ANYONE CAN CLAIM TO BE A FRIEND OF THE JOESTARS!"
He put his hand on the carriage door and turned to you.
"I am aware of the existence of the stone mask." He clearly said.

The expression on your face changed dramatically. Your body froze when you heard what he just said. Your hand moved slowly towards the slit of your dress to grab your Swiss army knife that you had previously stolen from your brother before running away.
"Y/N, something bad happened..."
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE STOo-"
Something slapped hard on your back, knocking you out. Your assailant caught you in his arms quickly before your body collapsed.

"... Z-ZEPPELI-SAN! I was in full control of the situation!" Speedwagon said.
"We didn't have time to deal with her speech. Let's go, Jojo is surely waiting for us!" The Italian man said before getting into the carriage with you.

You woke up a few hours later in a room lit by a fireplace. There was only one bed, a nightstand and a closet. The sky was blue night. You didn't wonder how long you had slept but where the hell you were. You opened the door and walked through the long dark hallway.
All the rooms were closed but you heard a hubbub in the distance. You kept walking on tiptoe until you saw a half-open door where light came out. The closer you got, the more the hubbub became voices. Familiar voices. You leaned against the wall listening attentively.
"Erina took very good care of you JoJo. Let me do the same with Y/N. I'll take care of finding out more about the truth. You, rest." muttered a man with an accent.
"I'm sure she has nothing to do with it. She's not mean, let alone naive! It's ... It's impossible! I won't let you torment her with your questions! She'll be sad enough to know he's dead..."
"But it is thanks to her that we will find this bastard! She may know where he's hiding." replied Speedwagon.