The harbor glittered as the moonlight beamed down into the waves. The bodies of the crew of the Sun-Circle lay on the deck, drained completely of their blood. In the center of the deck sat an open coffin, the lid sitting beside it.

The boat gently rocked as a figure stepped off the ship and onto the pavement. The man was wearing a set of moldy red pants and Victorian nobleman's shirt, and his neck was scarred, making it look like he had been decapitated and his head put back onto his body. He carried a bone-bleach skull in his grip, and he lifted it up as if to speak to it.

"So, Jojo, after all this time Gravity brings me back from your imprisonment."

He set his arm down at his side, still gripping the skull.

"This act of fate proves that even if I suffer defeat after defeat by the hands of that despicable Joestar, I will always be favored by destiny. After all, any normal man would've given up or died long ago, but it wasn't any normal man who returned from the black depths of night…"

The man raised his head.

"IT WAS I, DIO!"

Dio looked into the sky. This place he had returned to was a city, no doubt. But these towering structures made of glass, these colorful lights and the ship he had been rescued by, they were unlike anything Dio had ever seen. Perhaps it was a better idea to get his bearings first.

Dio stepped forward into an alleyway. He let the darkness wrap around him, feeling at least a fraction of his powers return to him. It appeared that while he had healed enough to have fine motor control over Jonathan's body, he hadn't regained all of his vampiric abilities.

As Dio continued down the dark passageway, he could hear the faint clash of what sounded like steel, yelling and screams. Dio walked around a corner, found himself at an intersection and saw a strange sight. Two humans, one dressed in a gray trench coat and pig mask and the other in a hooded sweatshirt with a crow mask were fighting each other, but they were attacking and defending themselves with a strange, glossy appendage. A dead body lay in the center of a beam of light, a hole in her body as blood pooled around her.

One of the humans shot a flurry of crystal like shards from their shoulder like a porcupine, as the other raised his tail appendage and blocked.
How peculiar. These people were not like any type of vampire Dio had ever seen.

Pig lunged at Crow, while Crow ducked as Tail slashed to decapitate. Crow pushed Pig backwards, and Pig directed her weapon to pierce through Crow's torso.

Crow was impaled by Pig's appendage and left a bloodstain on the pavement as Pig Pulled her tail out of the dying ghoul. Crow fell forward, crow mask shattering as he fell face first into his pooling blood.

Pig looked down at the body, a strange look on her face. Pig quickly turned away, stepping towards the corpse of the human, and kneeled down and began to tear into the body.

Wet tears and slurps filled the air, as Dio approached silently, and stopped at the edge of the streetlight. He continued to watch the pseudo-vampire feast on the human, standing at the edge of her vision.

As the vampire finished her meal, Dio spoke.

"Enjoying yourself?"

The ghoul jumped up, clearly startled.

"What a strange coincidence, finding another vampire straight after arriving here."

Rozuma has finally been able to get a meal after being hungry for an entire goddamn week. But of course, another ghoul had to show up to try and steal her meal. Like an idiot, the guy took on a bikaku-type with an ukaku. And now, like every idiotic ghoul, he was a stain splattered on the ground.

But this? This took the cake.

The mystery ghoul stood on the edge of Rozuma's vision, beyond the beam of light radiating from the streetlight. And vampires? What was this guy on?

"Ah, I see. Another ghoul here to steal my meal. I'm going to assume you saw what happened to that other one, so if you know what's good for you, get lost." Replied Rozuma.

"Ghouls? Is that what you call your kind? I suppose since you display only meager powers, you could hardly be called a vampire."

The figure stepped closer. From what Rozuma could make out, the man was at least 6 feet tall, and almost unnaturally muscular. He radiated a menacing aura.

Feeling his aura, Rozuma unsheathed her bikaku.

"I'm warning you, get away from me. I'll skewer you just like I did that boy."

The man stepped forward into the street light.
The man had long, silky blond hair that shadowed his eyes, while his pale skin reflected the streetlight. A scar ran around his neck, like he had been reattached to his body at the neck.

"Oh? Well, I shall amuse your offer for a duel." The man uttered, his pink, supple lips revealing fangs as he spoke.

Rozuma skewered him with her Bikaku, and whipped him against the wall. She could hear the bones crack in his body, which sent a shiver down her spine. Rozuma suddenly felt her Bikaku move without her directing it.

A mass of fleshy vines were moving down her Bikaku! Rozuma tried to break free, but to no avail. A loud crack brought her attention away from her Bikaku for a moment.

The man had gotten up, and was walking towards her. Where her Bikaku has lodged itself inside the man, fleshy vines were emerging from the hole.

"Useless, useless! You wouldn't even hold against the weakest of vampires!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Exclaimed Rozuma. She directed her Bikaku to whip the man again. A screaming pain shot through her body as she heard the sound of metal screeching, and a loud snap. Rozuma looked down at what was once her proud Bikaku. A bloody dripping stump was what remained of her weapon, as the strange vines began to spread in the Bikaku.

The man continued to approach, until she could see into his eyes. They were a cold, emerald green, and Rozuma felt like she was staring into the eyes of the devil.

"What… the hell are you?" Rozuma managed to utter out.

The man replied.

"You may call me DIO."

Dio bit into Rozuma's neck, and began to drink.

As the ghouls limp body hit the ground, Dio stood and stretched his muscles. He could feel her blood flowing through his body, and the hole in his abdomen began to slowly shrink. A sour taste lingered on Dio's tongue.

Dio looked down at the wound in his torso. While it was starting to shrink, he could see the center of the vine-like flesh whips retreat into his wound as the flesh began to grow around it. Good. This meant that he was least starting to get some semblance of control of Jonathan's body.

Dio also took note of his ruined clothes. Judging from what that female ghoul was wearing, the fashion sense of humanity had obviously changed from when he was a lad.

"I could take clothes from these pitiful humans, but would any of them suit me?"

Dio walked over to the corpse of the male ghoul, searched his body and then picked him up
comparing their body sizes.

"Useless… these clothes are too small for someone of my size."

Seeing this, Dio threw the man's body into a nearby dumpster. It hit the side with a resounding "CLANG"

He looked up into the sky. While it was still dark out and dulled by the covering of clouds, the sky was slowly starting to become a maroon red. It was going to be day soon, and Dio couldn't be caught out in sunlight due to the weakness vampires had to that infernal ball of light.

Dio strutted out of the alleyway.

There was much work to be done

The sky was heavy and overcast. Rain dripped down with a soft patter onto the metal walkway.

Two men stood next to each other, the younger and taller with short, clipped black hair and the other a short, lanky man with stringy white hair.

"Great weather, huh? The rain dulls their senses. These working conditions are just right." Said the white haired man to his partner.

"According to the 20th wards report, there was an incident three months ago concerning a binge eater in this very building, along with reports of Jason." Replied the black haired man, giving no indication that he had heard his partner.

"A binge eater and Jason, huh?"

"Interaction between two S-rate subjects?"

"Who knows. I doubt they were cordially sharing a meal."

The white haired man shuddered suddenly, eyes going wide as he looked around.

"Mado-san?" Asked his partner.

Mado jumped over the railing, down onto the lower level of the roof.

"Mado-San!"

"Amon-kun! You see? I knew it!" Mado exclaimed as he held up a set of bloody pliers.

Amon leaned over the railing, before looking up into the sky.

"If I had to come up with a drawback to this weather, it would be that I can't hear the screams of those shitbags dying over the rain."

Dio had spent the remaining night walking around the city looking for clues as to where he was. After finding something called a "tourist guide", Dio had learned that he had awoken in a place named Tokyo, the capital city of the eastern nation of Japan. Based on the knowledge Dio had learned from Wang Chung, one of his vampiric servants, he was almost 7,800 kilometers away from England.

Then, surprisingly, Dio had learned that he could survive in sunlight conditions. Since the sky was gray and heavy with clouds that day, that blasted sun was blocked from shining its killer rays onto the earth.

Dio paused from his musings. A younger looking man was staring at him from inside a "coffee shop", as the youth called tea shops these days.

Dio continued walking, entering the 23rd ward until he found what he was looking for. Being a vampire and unable to spend time outside beyond the rare rainy day, Dio needed somewhere to stay until he could put his plans into action.

Dio snapped out of his musings and stared at the scene in front of him.

"Speak of the devil."