I wasn't sure how myself, but somehow, I had ended up in a world that wasn't my own. I remember distinctly what I was doing before everything ended up like this.

"Finley, I need to head out for a while, dear! I'm sorry, but I should be back around 10!" My mother called from downstairs, before I could even respond, I could hear the front door opening, and slamming shut, telling me that she's already gone.

I huffed, tugging at the collar of my green flannel, "I should throw a party. A party for me, myself, and I." I snorted at the idea, I really needed to get out more; but the thing is, I really, really didn't like many of the kids in the neighborhood, they weren't bad people, not at all, but the thought of interacting with them didn't settle well.

I crawled onto my bed, not even bothering to kick off my nikes. "I'm just going to go to bed, like, shit." I grumbled into my pillow. I had planned to start reading Part 8 today, but honestly… The thought of reading it didn't even interest me much at this point. I barely knew the main character, all I knew is that he had like, two dicks or something.

"Instead of reading Part 8, I should like, reread, or maybe rewatch the first few Parts, damn they're good." Part 1 through 3 were honestly just my favorites; Part 1 and 2 had the best JoJo's in my opinion, Part 2 had the most interesting villains and plot, while Part 3 just had some really memorable and loveable characters.

"I will later." I concluded to myself, rolling over in my bed. "I should get ready for Jullian's sleepover, though." I planned to go to it after mom got home, I needed to be driven there, after all.

"...Whatever…" I grumbled, and shut my eyes, "Later." I'd just throw things together in a bag after I had my nap, it's not like I'd be needing much, anyways.

I never did go to that sleepover, quite the opposite, really. Instead of waking up in my comfortable bed, I had woken up in the middle of field, in the middle of nowhere. I had panicked, of course, pretty badly, actually. I initially thought I was still dreaming, and after some painful pinching and no results… I officially had no idea what was happening.

Mindless wandering brought me no results, well, it had brought some results. Instead of wandering aimlessly through the middle of nowhere, now it was wandering through some sort of town, it looked old, ancient almost, compared to the towns I was used to.

Currently, that's what I'm still doing, walking around this seemingly empty town. I didn't hear any voices, not even a whisper, it seemed as though everyone had just… Disappeared. Did no one live here to begin with?

No… Someone left pie out on the windowsill to cool… Who even does that anymore? When I focused on it, I could see the steam coming off it, So it was taken out recently, recently enough, that is; but where's the person who made it?

I shivered uncomfortably, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my black sweatpants, my fingers brushing across my phone, I had tried using it earlier, but there isn't service anywhere, oddly enough, I had already shut it off to conserve battery.

"Hellooo?" I called out, the back of my nikes scuffing the ground on occasion as I walked. I'm greeted with silence. A sigh escaped me, "This is pointless." There didn't seem to be anyone here, not everyone sleeps at this time, even if it was pretty dark out, and I'm sure someone would've heard, or at least seen me by now.

A chuckle echoed through the empty streets, a sound that gave me goosebumps. What the fuck? I spun around on my heels immediately, as I looked around, I could see no one. The air around me felt colder, I didn't like it, I took a step back.

My back hit something freezing. A part of me didn't want to turn around; dreading what I would see, I slowly turned my head to glance over my shoulder.

A man stood there, blonde hair cascading around his pale face, bright amber eyes gazing calmly down at me. I've never had to crane my head up so much before just to look someone in the face before, he looked strangely familiar, but at this point, I didn't give a shit if I knew him or not.

I yanked myself away from him, nearly stumbling over my feet in the process. I backed away, trying to put distance between us. He only watched with an amused gaze, a predatory glint in his eyes.

I took a moment to actually look at him, he dressed strange, very strange, actually. "Who are y-" I stopped myself, and stared at his face, "...You look like Dio…" A strange thing to say, I know, but how similarly he and Dio dressed and appeared struck me as odd.

"Oh?" He voiced, a bit of a mocking look settling on his features. He sounded like him, too? "I'm surprised you have heard of me."

"I… What." I stared at him as if he had grown a second head. Is he trying to imply that he's, uh, Dio? Uhm, buddy… "That's impossible." I state, "Dio Brando isn't real." He couldn't be, after all, he's a work of fiction.

The man looked intrigued, "I can assure you, human, I am real." He took a step forward, and in response, I took a step back.

That's impossible, though! Dio is a fictional character, I can't be talking the the actual… Dio… At least I better not be. "Please tell me you're joking." A shiver ran up my spine, the two looked identical, sounded identical… If this truly is somehow the real Dio, then I am royally screwed.

He only chuckled, and suddenly walked towards me with such a quick stride I barely had enough time to react until his hand was at my throat. A horrible pain shot through me when I felt something stab into my throat, my eyes struggled to look downward, and to my horror, I could see his fingers having slipped into the skin of my neck.

This is Dio. This is Dio… Oh my God, oh shit. I'm going to die. My thoughts ran wild, as much as I wanted to yank myself away, it would do more harm than good. "D-Dio…" I wheezed out, having difficulty breathing with his fingers inserted in my neck, "L-Let me… Go…"

"Why would I do that?" He mused, cocking his head mockingly down at me, his lips twitching upward into a slight smirk.

"I… I know things." I struggled out, "T-Things that can be useful to you." I just wanted him to let go, at this point I'm willing to say anything if it meant saving my own skin.

He seemed to ponder this a moment, "Why should I believe a word you say? Humans can be quite desperate when their lives are threatened. Tell me, what is it you know, something that only I should be able to know, maybe then I'll believe you." He would muse, an entertained, yet intrigued look in his eyes.

What is something that only Dio would know? I struggled for a moment, and my mind wandered to that dog. "Y-You killed Danny, t-t-that dog, remember? P-Put him in the i-incinerator." It's something he should only know, I figured, I doubt he'd go around telling that to others.

Dio paused, regarding me for a moment. "You possess knowledge of that, I see… Well, what about the future, then?"

"N-Not a wise thing to discuss." I struggled out, "T-Too easy to lie about, t-too e-easy to change." As much as I wanted to save my own ass, I didn't want to change the future by telling him what would happen, because that in turn might not lead to his ultimate demise.

"A smart answer." He suddenly withdrew his fingers from my neck, and stepped away, turning his back on me. "Come, human." He began walking, not even glancing back to see if I would follow.

Bastard… I sourly thought. Know that I knew this was Dio, it's pointless to try and run off, this vampire bitch could catch me easily and actually kill me this time. I let out a heavy exhale, and paced after him, keeping a comfortable distance, one that he could easily close if he chose to, but, hey.

I have to work for Dio now, don't I? God… Damn it…