Pucci stood, his knees bruised and sore, his head throbbing. Pucci, to put it bluntly, felt like shit. He stumbled over to his couch and fell onto it, all his limbs spread across the cushions . Pucci felt like he was going to hurl, and to top it all off, he had a burning fever. Pucci grabbed a throw blanket that was folded and draped over his seat, he wrapped himself in it, shaking violently. The priest felt like he was going to die right then and there.
Ok, he knew that dying was extreme, but he had never felt worse than now. Pucci weakly tried to reach over to his coffee table and grab the half empty bottle of wine that he was drinking earlier. He stretched his arm as best he could, blindly feeling for the smooth cool glass bottle. He moved his torso to get a better reach, but that sent a shock of pain through his head, he whimpered. Finally, he got a hold of the wine bottle, he began to slide it off of the table. Very slowly he moved the wine closer to him, but as Pucci began to settle, a horrible wave of pure agony crashed into his brain. He cried out and dropped the bottle, it spilled everywhere.
He cursed. His the migraine he having was torturous. Was this God's way of punishing the priest? He was sweating uncontrollably and his vision became blurry. His body slid off the couch, still wrapped in a blanket and Pucci fainted.
*Earlier*
Pucci took a breath and smiled, he reached over to his glass of wine. He took a sip, his face sore from grinning all day. Pucci had bought expensive wine, he wasn't planning on drinking the whole bottle, maybe a glass or two, he thought he earned it. After many months of mourning and sorrow, he could finally just be happy. Pucci had just been given the title of "Father Pucci" and was going to run a church in a different location.
(I know like nothing about being a priest so just bear with me.)
He drove home practically shaking with joy, the radio quietly hummed popular songs, he mumbled along to some of the words as Pucci waited in traffic. The horns were blasted and people were shouting at each other, but Pucci was on top of the world.
Enrico pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and grabbed the grocery bags in the passenger seat. The night was warm and calm, his expensive shoes clicked against the concrete as Pucci advanced towards the entrance, making sure to pet the apartment's cat. He took the elevator up to his floor. He looked over at another person on the elevator, it was old Mrs. Sherly, who commented on his "chipper mood". Enrico was good friends with Mrs. Sherly, as she would often let him come over to her room to play cards or make supper for him when she could tell he was feeling down. He always tried to refuse but she would always insist. Pucci excitedly told her about his promotion and she nearly jumped in joy,
"I'll have to cook you something! How about chicken? That's it! I'll cook a chicken!" She began to ramble, "Although I'm sure we won't be able to eat the whole thing. and you know how I get about left overs..." Pucci knew that trying to get her to calm down was futile, so he waited for her to stop. "I know! I'll invite the ladies from my book club, they all adore you!"
The priest laughed awkwardly, "I was hoping to spend this evening alone if that's alright." Mrs. Sherly's expression fell, "but I'll come over tomorrow evening!" Mrs, Sherly went back to her cheery mood, "Wonderful!"
Just then, the elevator stopped and Mrs. Sherly got off at her floor. When the door shut Enrico, sighed in relief. That woman was too much for him sometimes. The lift went up a couple more stories and Pucci hopped off and walked over to his apartment.
He took another sip of his wine and popped a cherry in his mouth, it was sweet and he made sure to spit out the seed. He set down his glass, Pucci looked at the cross hung on the wall, "Thank you lord up above for granting me this incredible opportunity, I will continue to serve you for as long as I live." Pucci grabbed his glass and took a drink, he looked down into the glass at his reflection. He smiled.
"I'm so proud of you darling."
Pucci gasped. He stood up and frantically looked around.
"Hello?!"
He was met with silence. Pucci felt someone grasp his shoulders. Enrico flew around, but didn't see anything. "Who's there?" His voice shook.
"I knew you would do great things."
Pucci fell to his knees and covered his head, he knew the voice all too well, but Pucci knew it wasn't true. DIO was gone, this had to be a demon or creature.
"Why are you hiding love? Don't you want to see me?"
Pucci shouted, "You're not real!"
He felt cold fingers grab hold of his neck and nails dig into his skin as Pucci was lifted up. Raised so the tips of his toes barely touched the hardwood. He opened his eyes and met a gruesome sight, his skin was pale, his hair was ragged, across his face was deep scars that tore through his torso and down to his legs.
"I'm all too real darling."
'Please help me! Anyone! God, please if you can hear me, make this go away!' Pucci shut his eyes tight and prayed to God, to anyone that could help him. The hold on his neck was solid and nails dug so deep into his skin that he could feel warm liquid running down into his back. It also could have been the sweat that drenched him. His heart was racing.
"You're not real! You're not real! You're not real! You're not real! You're not real!"
Pucci cried, he was so enveloped in fear that he didn't realize the grip on his neck was loosened and Pucci was back down on the ground. He opened his eyes again, and everything was calm. Tears flowed down Enrico's face and he sobbed. "Why am I still not over him?!"
Pucci began to walk over to his bathroom, and take a hot shower to clean off the blood and sweat that coated his back. That's when he nearly fell to the ground, he could barely support himself. Each step felt like he was carrying 200 kg (440 lbs) on each shoulder. He collapsed to the ground, and crawled over to a small shelf, on it was a cross that he snatched and held close. "Please lord, be merciful to me, stop this!" Pucci prayed for what felt like hours but his condition kept getting worse.
*Present*
Pucci woke up on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, next to him was a red stain. He felt his forehead and sighed in relief that he wasn't burning up anymore. Enrico stood and sat back down on the couch, his nausea was gone, along with his headache and he was able to walk again. He looked out the window and saw that it was dark out, probably around 3 in the morning. Pucci walked into his kitchen to grab cleaning supplies and scrubbed at the soaked up wine in his carpet until it was a light pink that wasn't as noticeable, he thought it was good enough and he too tired to worry about it until the morning. He switched off all the lights in his house and flopped back onto his bed, falling asleep quickly.
The priest opened his eyes, Enrico sat up from laying in a field of grass. The sky was bright and a strange shade of lavender. 'What a tranquil place." Pucci thought. A small amphibian hopped right next to Enrico and stared up at him. Enrico reached down and let the frog hop onto his palms. He giggled at the slimy wet skin. He felt like the frog smiled back at him.
'What a pretty creature." Pucci thought. The frog turned and jumped off of his hands and began to hop in a direction, encouraging him to follow. Pucci followed it, admiring the landscape around him, it was so vivid for a dream. He stuck with the creature until it came into a forest, filled with trees that towered over him and tiny, little, colourful mushrooms that stuck out of the ground. He heard the frog croak and continued to watch it hop through the fungi quickly. Pucci tried to keep up with also trying to not crush the little mushrooms. Finally, the human and amphibian made it to a clearing. there was mostly bright grass but little stones and shrooms poked out from the blades. Sunlight shone through the treetops and hit a small shimmering pond in the center. The frog leapt over to the pond and dove in. "Wait! Why did you bring me here?!" He shouted after it.
He walked over to the water and looked in, after a couple seconds, the little guy swam out and croaked at Pucci, he chuckled, "hello again!" Then Pucci noticed something in the water. Something big, something dark, something... swimming right toward him!
Enrico yelped and scrambled back over to the trees and hid. He heard the splash of something resurfacing. He wasn't sure if it saw him though. Was the frog okay? 'It's just a frog Enrico, the only thing that matters is you're okay.'
"Croak!"
Pucci looked over and saw it staring right at him. He quickly snatched it. "Are you okay? Did it see you?" He asked. The frog croaked again, and bounced away from his reach.
"Hey!" he whispered frantically. The frog was looking back into the clearing and croaked, was it trying to get the creature's attention?! Pucci advanced towards the frog to try and grab it again. This time, the amphibian hopped further, he crawled to grab it as discreetly as possible, when he looked up.
Long blond spiky hair...
Tall muscular build...
Beautiful eyes...
"DIO?!"
The man looked over at Enrico and gasped. Pucci stood up and began to sprint over to him. Pucci jumped up and wrapped his arms around the man. Enrico felt strong arms wrap around him.
"Enrico..."
The deep silky voice spoke.
Pucci buried his face into DIO's chest and began to sob. The taller man slowly sat down, all while holding Enrico. DIO kissed the top of Pucci's head.
"Love, I'm here. It's okay." DIO pet Pucci's head while whispering words of love. Pucci finally looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks. DIO gently kissed him on his trembling lips. Smiling that he could see Enrico again.
(OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! XD. 1801 words holy hecc! Sorry for not working on this, I was being a procrastinator. I'll try to get the next chapter out way quicker than this one. See you all on the flip side! BYE!!)