Giorno awoke in the middle of a stormy night, sitting straight in his bed. He was thirsty and a little terrified about what he's been craving. Lately, Giorno has been sleeping during the daytime and awake at night. Even when he forces himself to go out in the sun, he feels the rays searing his flesh, making him stay inside. If that wasn't odd, he no longer craved his favorite meals. His appetite changed. Yesterday, Fugo accidentally cut himself when he was cooking. Giorno smelt the intoxicating aroma of his blood. And right now, the wound didn't fully heal. He could smell him right now. He was in the other room of the villa, sleeping.

Giorno got up from his bed and snuck into Fugo's room. Inside, he could see every piece of furniture and its details, almost as if it were day. He got closer to his bed. Fugo had the hand with the cut dangling above the floor. The blond tiptoed closer and slowly peeled off the band-aid. It felt wrong, but his tongue gently licked the finger's wounds, trying to suck some of the blood.

Thunder stuck, and Fugo tossed in bed. The hand with the cut was now near his face. That didn't stop Giorno, however. He went to the other side of the bed, getting closer to the hand.

Lightning struck near the villa, causing Fugo to jolt up. He saw his boss's face for a few seconds. He panicked. He would've let out a scream if Giorno hadn't covered his mouth.

"Fugo, this isn't what it looks like," he said. "Please, stop trying to scream."

He calmed down. "Then why the hell were you so close to my face?"

"I wanted something."

The golden blond blushed. "Well, if you wanted a kiss, you could've told me so before."

"That wasn't—sure, I think I'll take a kiss."

Fugo gave him a peck on the lips. "Well, goodnight."

"There's something else," Giorno said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been having strange cravings."

"You're making me uncomfortable here."

The blond had an eyebrow raised, looking confused. "What?"

"Huh? Weren't you—never mind. Why is my finger wet?"

"Fugo, I think I'm turning into a vampire."

The other tried to contain his laughter, but the stern look Giorno gave him meant that he was serious. "Vampires don't exist."

"Hold on. I'll be right back."

Giorno went back to his room to search for his wallet. It was inside his desk. He then returned and showed the image of his father in his wallet.

"Do you see this?" Giorno asked. "That's my father. Do you see how dark the room he's in?"

Fugo turned on the nightstand light, causing his boss to hiss in response.

"You're pushing this vampire prank a little hard," he commented. "But yes, I see him. What about it?"

"I think he's a vampire. Who takes a photo in a dark room?"

"Ugly people, but I doubt your dad is ugly. Look at you. You're handsome."

Giorno smiled. "Thanks, you're handsome too. Do you want to be handsome forever?"

"Stop joking, Giorno."

He sighed. "Can I suck on your finger? The one with the cut."

He was silent for a few seconds. "I guess."

Giorno began sucking on the cut immediately after he said that. Fugo could feel his blood draining a little bit.

"You taste so good, but I need a little more blood," the blond said. "Can I drink from your arm?"

"Just stop, please. Maybe you're not feeling well."

Giorno rolled up Fugo's sleeves and placed a hand on his arm. "If vampires were real, would you say yes?"

"Yes, only because of you. I like you a lot. But—ugh!" The golden blond was expecting a bite, but he was somehow sucking his blood with his hands. He was getting dizzy. "No way. How? When?"

"You believe me?"

"Yes. Stop, please."

The blond took his hand away from his arm. "Would you like to be a vampire?"

"If it means being with you forever, then yes."

Once again, Fugo was expecting a bite on the neck. Instead, Giorno cut his hand with his teeth and brought his blood to Fugo's mouth.

"Drink, my love."

Fugo drank the blood, not letting one drop escape from his lips.

They went back to bed afterward and awoke the next night.