Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter of this fanfiction~ This is my first attempt at writing a yandere fic, and it will star the main Jojos as vampire yanderes with the jobros are their targets. Okay, Dio isn't a Jobro, so he is the exception. Regardless, they are genderbent as females, just a heads up. As a warning, this fic contains violence, minor character death, and slight adult situations. If you are ok with that, then enjoy~

-Outbreakgirl


April 23, 1888

Dea Brando counted herself lucky that she used this opportunity to escape from her cage, and she has made it outside while the sun is still shining in the sky, and with a bit of luck, has made it to London, but wants to get as far from the city as possible because she is in danger. The woman had been trapped within Joestar Mansion, and now that she had escaped, she wanted to keep her freedom as long as possible. After careful planning and patience, Dea arrived here on horseback, and she had to abandon the creature as the next phase of her plan came into motion, taking the train out of the city. She doesn't care where it takes her, as long as it is as far from here as possible.

King's Cross Station wasn't as busy in the afternoon, but she slipped in safely and has remained quiet for the most part, trying not to draw attention to herself after she bought a ticket to gain access. York is her destination; it's far enough, the only option for her and the easiest to choose from. As she boards the compartment quickly, she checks the inside of a silver pocket watch. The afternoon was fading, wishing for the daylight to linger as much as possible, but thankfully the train left the station, on the move towards its destination.

A big sigh of relief washed over the woman, leaning back in her seat. Tiredness washed over her body as she felt so safe. She could rest while she could, as there was a new life waiting for her. Before she knew it, she fell into a deep slumber in no time.

Dea found herself in the foyer of the Joestar Mansion, facing the large staircase as her amber eyes quickly scanned the area, finding herself alone, wearing a satin burgundy evening gown which exposed her bare shoulders and neck. Why is she back here? Didn't she escape from here?

"Dea, my love, where did you go?" She freezes at this sickeningly sweet voice. She knows it anywhere. Overcoming her shock, she runs to the left, trying to open the door, but it is locked.

"Dea... Dea... Dea..." His voice is closer, echoing as the door on the other side of the foyer slowly opens to reveal an imposing, shadowy figure. Fear washed over her as she desperately tried to pull at the doorknob, but it still wouldn't budge for her. "Ahh, there you are, my sweet. Let me feel you in my arms." The figure walks towards her, and even still, the way out remains closed. She will not give up; she has to leave quickly.

"Dea…Dea…Dea…Ticket please."

"There we go. Enjoy the trip. I hope you find it pleasant." He turns and leaves her all by herself.

"So do I," she mutters, sighing as she turns to see that it is night time with a full moon hanging in the sky, and no stars as she could see. She would fear the night, but she should be safe. They must be hours away from London by now. Still, there is that fear lingering in her heart. They would surely notice she was gone and sweeping the city by now. They won't find her there. A waste of time for sure.

The lady stood up from her seat, deciding to stretch her legs as she left the carriage to walk. Thankfully, her red dress doesn't get in the way. She hates the more frilly clothing. Such ridiculousness. Dea moves down the corridor, realizing that she is hungry, so she is going to the dining compartment to have supper. It is still early in the evening, so it should be open.

She is proven right as she opens the door to enter, and briefly checks before taking a small table for herself. An available waiter comes to her table to take her order and leaves when she does. The blonde looks at the window beside her, looking at the moon again with unease. Her mind kept on assuring her that she was safe now; he could not reach her; she was far from his grasp.

"Excuse me, miss." A man suddenly sits across from her. His body is cloaked, but from what she could see of his face, he had strands of black hair and dark eyes, a handsome young man. "Pardon me for the intrusion, my lady, but I couldn't help but notice that there is an air of anxiousness around you. I do not know the reason, but I would like to ease it if you would give me some of your time."

Dea sighs to herself; she doesn't need attention, definitely not from some stranger. "Oh? Then how are you able to do that?"

"If you do not mind, I find that using tarot cards can ensure a good fortune, it would give comfort and give reflections."

"Hmm…" She thought about it. Why not waste a bit of her time since she didn't wish to think about her life in London. "Fine, i'll take you up on your offer."

"Excellent, a moment please." He raised his arms to reveal a deck of cards in his hand and spread them to shuffle them and lay them face down. "These cards are the major arcana. Choose one and the card will tell of your fortune." He explains to her as he waits. Dea looks at the cards for a moment before she picks one, flipping it over to reveal a naked woman in purple cloth at the center of a large laurel wreath encircling her.

"Your card is The World, one of the four heavenly kings. very nice. " He mused. "It represents fulfillment, achievement, and things approaching a full circle, or at the very least coming close to your goals."

"You could say that my goal is nearing completion," Dea smirks, believing that her desire for freedom is within her grasp.

"That is good, and the end of your journey will come soon, and there will be closure. I'm sure of it…Lady Brando."

She instantly tensed at her name; she never spoke it, which made her glare and stand up, but that's when the lights suddenly flickered and turned off, leaving her distracted for a moment before she found herself alone in the compartment. It was empty to begin with, but now there are no fortune tellers or waiters here.

"What is this?" She tries to keep calm. There has to be an explanation for this.

"Lady Brando, this is the end of the line." Dea quickly turned around, and saw the unmistaken sight of a blonde man wearing a top hat in a three-piece suit. He tips it to show respect for the lady, then looks her in the eyes with his crimson red eyes.

"Robert? But how?!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Robert E.O Speedwagon was on the other side of the compartment, striding slowly.

"Oh, my lady, don't you know? When a vampire wants to search for its prey, they will do everything within their power to look for them. But in your case, the master is searching for his beloved fiancé." His grin is jovial as he approaches, still taking his time.

"No, I will never go back, he is not my fiancé!"

She gasped as she snapped back to reality, drawing breath as she realized that it was just a dream she had, more like a nightmare. She was still on the train, and she was woken up by a middle-aged man at the door of her carriage. "Oh, I am sorry, miss. I didn't mean to disturb you." He lightly chuckles, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Do you have your ticket?"

"...Yes, here." She gave it to him, and he punched a small hole with a control nipper before returning it to her.

"Aw, don't say that. You know, he is a kind soul. I'm sure that he will forgive you for this transgression. "

Dea backs away, as she is cornered inside unless she can reach the door behind her, but her chances are next to zero. He knows what she is thinking, and he tuts disapprovingly. With great speed, he is right there close to her, but before he could grab him, she stabs him in the left eye with a fork, which causes him to stumble back and yelp. This gives her the perfect opportunity to flee, and she locks the door behind her.

She ran through the compartment. Just like the previous one, the lights were gone and the passengers were missing. Where is everyone? The passenger cart should have people sitting in their seats, but no one is seen. Dea gasped, stumbling on the side as they jerked for a while as it was starting to slow to a halt.

"Oh my God... oh my God..."She quickly rose to her feet and rounded to a door leading to the outside, which she opened, feeling the cool spring air on her skin. Now on the earth, she could see that the train stopped in the wider countryside near the forest. Only the moonlight is her guidance, and a distance away is a carriage pulled by two black horses. These creatures are not the regular beasts of burden, as they have red eyes as well, and they pull a large but elegant vehicle that has the crest of the noble Joestar family. Speedwagon appears, floating down on the left side of the coach, his eye looking good as new as if he hadn't been stabbed. He pulls open the door, moving back as a tall figure walks out of it, the moonlike revealing his tall figure, very muscular even under his clothing. His red eyes are staring at her, and this makes Dea's blood run cold. Her face is in fear.

She ran into the woods in desperation, saying over and over that this couldn't be happening to passed by a few branches, too much adrenaline to realize that her face was being cut by the branches, nor did she notice the howling of wolves and being watched from the shadows. She ungracefully fell forward, but strong arms caught her in the nick of time. Her lungs are burning, and she feels so weak, but she looks up to see the face of Jonathan Joestar.

"Dea, my love." He smiles in genuine relief, holding her close to his chiseled chest gently but firm enough to hold her. "I am so glad that you are alright. I was worried sick when I found out that you ran away. It gave me such a fright. "

"No... no..." She whimpers as she struggles against his embrace, but he is stronger. He frowns when he sees her cut face.

"Oh my word, your face is marked. They are only minor, so they should heal with the proper care." He took a moment to remove his overcoat and wrapped it around his fiancé's body to keep her warm from the cold winds, and he lifted her off her feet to carry her. She mutters, trying to speak, but he hushes her. "Shhh, you are safe now. Just rest. We'll be home in no time."

He is elated that he has his beloved fiancé again. She belongs in his embrace as his lady, and he will be hers as lord. He cannot wait for their destiny as husband and wife in the coming days.

April 24

Dea groans as her hazel eyes open to see a canopy above her, and the warmth is coming back to her as she is underneath a heavy comforter and is wearing a yellow silk nightgown. Her golden locks are loose, sprawled on top of the pillows she is laying on. She sits up from her position as there is a soft knock on the door before a maid servant walks inside while holding a red house robe in her arms.

"My lady, thank goodness you are awake." She said as she approached the bed, going on her knees as she was at the side of the bed. "I am so sorry, I did whatever I could to stall the master, but it seems like there wasn't enough time." She is apologetic, lowering her eyes in shame, but her mistress gently lifts her chin to meet her eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, the bastard was just that good at sniffing me out. I was in the countryside when he found me." She cursed, vampires are powerful creatures, and Speedwagon was right about one thing, they would do anything to find someone they desire. "Dorothy, what is happening right now?"

"The master commands me to retrieve you once you have awakened, but make sure that you are taken care of before the meeting. You must be hungry, are you not?" The blonde slowly nodded, and Dorothy stood up. "I thought so. The kitchens are already preparing your food, and afterwards I will draw a bath for you."

"Thank you, you have done your best." She is frustrated, laying back on her pillow as the maid leaves. From the windows, she could see the late afternoon as the sun was setting as the orange glow made way for twilight. Her maid came back ten minutes later with a tray of food to warm her, and after eating, she placed the tray and dishes on the side table for now, and she placed the robe and slippers on her as they headed to the adjacent bathroom for the mistress to cleanse herself.

Afterwards, Dea leaves the bedroom with her maid in a new gown and the same robe, Dorothy leading the way with a lit candelabra to light their way. The servants in the hallway draw the curtains to let in the moonlight inside of the mansion. After a fairly long trek in the hallway, they reached the foyer, and behind the staircase is a secret doorway which leads to a descending stairway.

It is an underground cellar, but it looks more like a dungeon in the lady's eyes. Thankfully, the candles on the walls light the way, and they are now in a large circular room made of stone. Jonathan is on the far side of the room, sitting in a chair with Speedwagon at his side. He smiles once Dorothy and Dea arrive.

"I am glad that you are alright. How are you feeling?" He asked her, standing up from his seat, wanting her to come closer.

"...Fine." She gave a short and curt answer. It was good enough for him. The maid curtsies and moves to the side so the master can have a full view of his fiancé.

"Excellent." He walks towards her, taking his hand to lift hers, and she tensed at the touch. "Now that you are here, we can have a little chat." He leads her to the seat he was occupying, letting her sit on the wooden chair. "Dea, love of my life, I just wanted to let you know I am not upset at what happened yesterday. That you left the mansion unexpectedly in the morning and took the train. I understand that you must have been very nervous about our impending wedding. It is a life-changing event in one's life. To be bonded with the person you cherish in holy matrimony is very extraordinary, but some get cold feet." Jonathan tenderly caresses Dea's cheek, being careful with his sharpened nails.

However, what you have done was reckless and against my rules to keep you safe. I just have one question. How did you leave the mansion?"

Dea didn't react to this question. She is calm but doesn't show any emotion. "I have escaped by myself." She answered.

"Come now, why would you lie to me?" The Joestar matriarch frowns. "I know it's been ten years since you've come to live here, but this has been my home my entire life. I know its secrets inside and out that even you were not privy to. " He is behind her now, leaning over her. "So i'll rephrase the question; who has allowed you to leave without my permission?"

"...I did it on my own. I discovered a hidden exit and took some of the money. When the time was right, I took my chance and left." She answered, still curt in her response.

"Hm," Jonathan gets back up. After clapping his hand twice, the side door opened to reveal a long-haired, handsome young man walking out of it, and behind him were two men and one woman with their hands clasped in iron. The young man forced them to their knees in the middle of the room, facing the mistress.

"We meet again, my lady." The handsome man bows respectfully. "I am sorry for not introducing myself the first time we met. I am Straizo. It is a pleasure." Dea couldn't help but sneer at the man, his red eyes now visible on him, another vampire. Her focus was now on the three servants. She recognized them clearly.

"Jonathan, what is this?" She demanded of him.

"You should know them quite well, love. Charles, Laura, and Peter, your personal servants. They have been here for a long time, with the exception of young Peter. I have entrusted them personally to take care of your needs, but one of them has broken my most sacred rule to keep you safe by letting you go out into the world. I know that you know who is responsible, so tell me who it is." He moves from the chair to stalk the three servants, circling them like a waiting lion about to pounce on his prey. They are sweating, fearful of what is to come if they utter a single word.

"Stop this at once!" Dea quickly rises up. "I told you, I did it alone! I escaped by myself without them knowing! They are innocent!" She pleads with him, but the master doesn't believe her in the slightest.

"If you continue to lie for them, then I will assume that all of them were in on it, and punish them accordingly." He warns her. "Actions have consequences, and they shall pay for their disloyalty." She falters, but glares at the Joestar. She doesn't know what to do at this point.

"My lord," Charles speaks up, looking at the master. "It was I, I helped Lady Brando escape and took the money for her freedom. I even supplied her with one of the horses from the stables for a quick ride to the city." Everyone's eyes were on him as he confessed. "I have served this household for 30 years, so I would know of its secrets. The lady wanted her freedom so desperately, and as her servant, I have granted it."

With this, Jonathan faces the man, looking down at him with a glint of disappointment. "I see, then you know of the penalty."

"I do, and I didn't regret it, my lord." He grimaced and turned to Dea with a sorrowful look. "Forgive me, Lady Brando." He gasped as his neck was jabbed by clawed fingers digging into his flesh. The Joestar effortlessly lifts the man in the air with one hand. Charles spasms at first, unable to speak or breath, but his entire body starts to mummify, and his blood is being drained before everyone's eyes.

"Jonathan! Jonathan stop!" Dea cries out, and runs towards him, but Robert stops her, holding her back. She is forced to watch in horror as Charles dies before her eyes, becoming a husk as he is sucked dry. His body is placed on the ground carefully, showing some respect as Jonathan sighs, sorrowful for what happened, but it had to be done. He turns to Laura and Peter, who are both trembling in complete fear.

"You saw that, didn't you? This is what happens when you disobey me. I am a fair man, but also firm." By then, Speedwagon carefully released Dea, as she was too stunned to move.

"You didn't have to get your hands dirty in punishing a servant, Milord. I would've done so if asked." Speedwagon said. Jonathan shook his head.

"No, Robert, I am the master of this house, so it is my responsibility to reward and punish accordingly. This is what happens to those who are deliberately putting my beloved in danger." He gives a firm look at the two, but turns his back on them. "The servants know what to do; send them here later for Charles. As for these two, they will no longer serve Dea. I will assign them somewhere else." He walks over to his fiancé as she is still shaken.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but let this be a lesson to you." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Dorothy, escort the lady back to her room." He commanded as the maid quickly led her mistress to the exit.

"That cruel bastard! Dammit!" Dea screams in frustration, knocking over knick-knacks on top of the dresser in her room. She felt sick from the whole affair. A man died because of her, Charles was good to her. He didn't deserve such a cruel death. She flops on her bed, trying not to cry as Dorothy comforts her.

"I am so sorry, mistress, it wasn't your fault-"

"It is my fault! He died because of me. I wanted to escape and he paid the price." The young woman buries her face in the pillow, a few tears escaping from her eyes.

"My lady, don't be sad. There may be another opportunity to escape, and this time you'll be free." She joins her on the bed, rubbing her back. "I'll try to help you as much as I can. You can count on me."

"...Thank you, Dorothy. Please, I do not wish to be alone... " She wipes her tears away, trying to find some sort of peace after such horrible events. It was silent for a while, as the women were enjoying each other's company, talking for a long time, Dea lulling asleep in the meantime, but it didn't last long as a hand caressed her fair skin, causing her to wake up and see Jonathan sitting beside her. Dorothy is gone, leaving them both inside the room.

"Dea, you are so beautiful, even when you sleep so soundly." He coos, but she quickly shoots out of bed, facing him before she slaps his face.

"You disgust me. I don't want to see your face. Get out." She commanded very firmly and angrily. The Joestar didn't react negatively to her assault; it seems like it didn't bother him.

"Dea, I know that you are upset at what happened, but it was necessary. He was an excellent servant, but he never should have let you out into the world." He stood up. "It is a dark, cruel place, full of danger, deceit, and sorrow. I am only doing this out of my love for you-"

"Don't you dare say that." She interrupted harshly. "I know how horrible the world can be, I lived in it as long as I can remember before my pathetic excuse of a father kicked the bucket."

"Believe me, beloved, I understand. Even though I was born as the heir of the Joestar family, I have suffered tragedies of my own. When you were first taken in by my father, the pain in your eyes was there. It was clear as day, even though you tried to look tough. " He stood up. "It's still there, even after all these years since we were children. The world is wicked indeed, which is why I have rejected my humanity after my father passed away, taken away by those who have done us harm. Those devils deserved no quarter. " He approached her, making her back away until her back hit the door.

"I love you, which is why I want to shield you from the pain and hurt that is waiting outside. I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you. I will keep you safe. I promised a long time ago when we made our pact. Don't you remember?"

Dea grimaces and turns away from him. "No…." This made him scoff musingly, placing both hands on the wall beside her head.

"Lie to yourself if you must, but not to me." He used his hand to lift her chin to face him. I know you do. We were 16 years old when we made our promise. To be married underneath the oak tree where we had our first kiss. It was like it was yesterday. I'll never forget such a day. I even remember the warmth of the sun as our lips touched with such earnestness. "

Jonathan smiles and pulls her close to him. He embraces her as he sighs lovingly at the memory. "Dea, my Dea, we will soon fulfill our promise. Things have changed, but not our pacts. I cannot wait for when we walk hand in hand to the oak, make our everlasting vow... " He twirls her gracefully, stopping as he is now on top of her on the bed. "Then we would start our family. You promised that we would have many heirs." He gives passionate kisses to her exposed neck, his desire for her burning passionately. "...I want to take you right here, right now, but I will be patient." He removes his lips, looking into her hazel orbs with his crimson red, watching her lovingly. "Until then, this will suffice." He leans back in, capturing her lips deeply.

Dea's face becomes red from the heat of passion, as Jonathan works his lips and hands on her body. She is lost in the moment, as it is slow, but still burns to the touch.. He did restrain himself, not going under her gown the whole time, and he removed his lips from hers, letting her breathe.

"Damn you... I hate you…" She gasped, her chest moving up and down as she gripped the front of his white silk shirt.

"Like I said before, lie to yourself, but not to me." He chuckles, moving off of her body and fixing his shirt. "Like I said, I will be patient until our wedding night. Until then, you will stay within the safety of the mansion to prepare for the ceremony, i'm sure we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened this night." He tucks her in the bed before turning around to exit the room, looking back at her with a gentle smile. "Goodnight, dearest." He shuts the door, leaving her alone.

Dea shivers, curling her body as thoughts flood her mind at what transpired. Is this her fate? To be tied to this house for the rest of her life? To be bound to this man until her heart stops beating? She dreads for her future, she must be rid of it before it is too late.