being propositioned on the street normally doesn’t end in a romance with a vampire | dio x reader | part 1/? | jojos bizarre adventure
Convincing your parents to allow you to travel across the world to Cairo, Egypt, for Spring Break was something you thought would prove to be challenging. But when you brought up that the other option was some beach in Florida, they quickly caved. It isn’t their fault that the majority of the southern state was a stomping ground for serial killers in the 80s. You have slowly come to regret this decision.
For one, you’re awful at holding your liquor and ended up topless in the back of a taxi cab, hanging out the window and flashing your tits for many displeased eldery and overjoyed pervs to see.
Second, you were quite adept at getting lost in the bustling streets, your travel partner long gone in the waves of people. As you clutched your bag to your chest, you rushed in the direction of your hotel, avoiding as much eye contact as possible from the intruding eyes of the crowd.
But to no avail, your shit head directional skills got you further and further away from your destination, to the point that it was even beginning to get dark out.
As you finally make the smart decision of finding some authority figure to help you find your way back to the hotel, you are approached by some creep in a trench coat.
“Hey, sweet lady, are you looking for a good time tonight? My masters been looking for a gal like you to warm his bed,” The stout gremlin looking man leered at you, bringing his pointer finger beneath his chin and making a clear point to bite his lower lip.
You sneered, “Do I look like a whore to you?” As you started to reach into the pocket of your bag that contained your pepper spray. You weren’t afraid to temporarily blind the bastard if he even went ahead and made one more nasty comment to you.
“I promise, your time with him will be well spent, just come with me-” The man lurched towards you, making you start to step back towards the road and off of the sidewalk.
“Look, asswipe, don’t fuck with me,” you bit out as you pulled the pepper spray from your bag and uncapped it, leveling it to the mans eyes. “One more step and I’ll-”
Unfortunately, your threat fell on deaf ears as he lunged for you, causing you a moment of panic and to flail backwards. Into the direction of the very busy road.
As you connected eyes with the headlights of an eighteen wheeler, you swore that if you lived through this, the creep would be castrated by your very fingernails ripping it off.
Cow shit. The first thing to wake you was the smell of sour and rank manure.
You wretched as you sat up, coughing hard into your hands. You felt as if all the breath in your body had been knocked out, like you were just hit by a semi–
“That bitch!” You swore aloud. “I’ll rip his fucking balls off- where is he!?”
You roughly stood up, adjusting your clothes and looking for any outstanding injuries. You were quite relieved to find none, but looking down at the street underneath your feet you couldn’t help but let out a different kind of shriek.
“WHAT? HUh? How-how am I in-?” Your breaths drew quick as you whipped your head around your scenery, finding that you were no longer in the busy streets of Cairo, Egypt, but instead on the side of some deserted dirt road.
No, you weren’t completely alone. You could hear something fast approaching in the far distance, similar to– oh, god– “Is that a carriage?”
You rushed further off the road as the carriage raced in your direction. The sight was almost comical to you as you watched the coachman urge his horses faster. You knew little to nothing about how fancy a carriage should look, but gosh that one was darling. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as it passed you by, admiring the darkly stained designs and the elegant window.
In your moment of reverence, your eyes caught with deep gold and while you were momentarily stunned by their beauty, you caught sight of the man’s mouth in the form of a cruel sneer. Your face quickly twisted to match his. If this unknown fucker was gonna be a bitch then so were you.
Of course, you couldn’t get a good cursing session in as the carriage continued on, until it had long passed over the horizon with the slowly setting sun.
It wasn’t long before you heard a second carriage come along and pass you by, but a noise came from inside the second carriage and it drew to a stop some distance away from you. You began to curse inside your head, not wanting to have a conversation with anyone that rides in antique carriages, pretty as they are.
Your regrets are quickly smothered by the absurdity of the scene in front of you, as you watch the man inside the carriage step out, ducking low to avoid hitting his head. His stature was similar to that of a linebacker, massively tall and muscular, with a chiseled face that put Superman to shame. Regardless of all this you took note of the outfit he was wearing. Did you get knocked out and shipped off to a period drama filming location?
Your thoughts were silenced as he approached you, taking his fancy hat off and holding it to his chest. “Ma’am, if you pardon my asking, where might you be heading in clothing such as that? It is quite a bit away from the nearest village and I am afraid that you would not be able to get very far dressed as you are.”
Ah, he seems to be addressing your tight jeans and strappy heels. Bitch. You look hot.
As it seemed that this actor was intent on sticking to his role and being a bleeding snatch, you decided to play along. “Oh, golly, I am afraid you might be right. You see, when I woke up this morning I thought I ought to break my new shoes in and get a light trot around the fields. But now I am awfully tired, would you happen to have room for one more in your carriage?” You batted your eyelashes to be sure.
You watched as his cheeks reddened and internally cringed. You meant to flirt a bit but didn’t think he would be this gullible.
“Ah, yes, of course, though, um,” He looked shyly at your chest. You weren’t dressed that sluttily. “It would be lacking manners for a gentleman like me to ride along in a carriage with a lady, so I will be walking while you ride. I will inform the coachman to take you to your residence.”
You faltered for a second, internally panicking that you did not know where you were in relation to the hotel you were staying at, so you decided to gamble. “Ah, as it stands, I recently left an inn to come to this location, so I am unsure of where the nearest one would be. Could you direct me to one?”
The “gentleman” put a hand to his cheek as he considered your question and eventually furrowed his brow. “I’m afraid that there is no safe place in the village for a lady like you, but if you are willing, I can offer you a room at my manor. It may be on the smaller side but it would be much more comfortable and secure than what they can offer in the village.”
Okay, a little creepy, but you have to appreciate his commitment to the role. Hopefully, this translated to ‘Okay, stupid girl, I don’t wanna be stuck with you for a 30+minute carriage ride, so I would rather walk for like two hours. By the way we’re headed to whatever third rate hotel they have me shacked up in so good luck with that’. You hope.
You gave a toothy smile. “I’d be delighted.”
As you turned your back on him and walked to the carriage, but stopped as you heard him call out, “Miss! Is this satchel yours? There’s some weird tube type thing in here, is it a type of perfume?”
You whip around to grab it from him, but have to watch in horror as his forefinger pressed down on the trigger, therefore giving him a face full of pepper spray. You couldn’t help but watch in horror as he bent over and clutched his face.
You rushed to his side and grabbed the can from him, along with your bag as you quickly rifled through it to look for the emergency water and hand soap(don’t trust bar soap) you kept with you when you partied.
After uncapping it and sniffing to ensure that it wasn’t straight vodka, you quickly poured it on his face and pumped some of the hand soap onto his skin and began scrubbing as you took out your back-up shirt (in case of accidents) and began wiping his face clean. During all of this he made a point of groaning and moaning while clutching his face, but you gotta give it to him for being strong enough to hold back a scream.
“Sir, I am so, so sorry. You see, I carry that on me for protection against attackers,” You bit your lip to cringe as he gave a slight whine in recognition. You gave an awkward laugh as you began finishing cleaning up his face. “You’re not supposed to hold it to your face.”
Of course, any modern man would know this, but you thought it at least a little nice to humor him.
Eventually he stopped making noises of pain and took deep breaths, standing back up to his full height and revealing his horribly reddened face to you. “I see, that would certainly ward off any attacker,” He laughed awkwardly, “Do not worry, Miss, I grew up with a particularly, ah, rowdy brother. I know what it’s like to be roughed up a bit.”
Jesus, who roughs you up like pepper spray does? You hope that you don’t run into that thug much when you arrive at your destination.
Laughing awkwardly, you give him a look of sympathy, “Are you sure you prefer to not ride together?”
He sternly shook his head. “Absolutely not. I was raised on proper manners, Miss and being in such small confines with a lady is against my beliefs as a gentleman.”
Yeesh, ok, weirdo. Have fun walking with watering eyes.
You hid your internal criticisms and instead gave the man a small smile. “If you do not mind my asking, who would this gallant gentleman be? My name is (Y/N).”
He seemed to stand a little straighter at that question. “How rude of me! I should have informed you when we first spoke! My name is Jonathan Joestar.”
You gave him a mocking curtsy. “It’s nice to meet you, Jonathan. I am looking forward to being in your company.”
He gave you a kind smile and lifted his hand to his head in a sheepish manner. “I should probably tell you this now, but we will also be in the company of my ill father and my brother, Dio. In fact, he may have passed you in the carriage ahead of me, we were both on our way back from college, you see.”
Oh, that bitch that sneered at you? That’s his bro? No wonder he’s used to being bullied, he seemed like an utter ass.
“Ah! I’m looking forward to this eccentric household,” You put your bag over your shoulder and nodded to him as you climbed onto the carriage.
Honestly, what the fuck is this mess?
