Polnareff was impatient as always, "He's so annoying! Jotaro, beat the crap out of him!" Jotaro actually listened to the French man and brought out Star Platinum while walking towards Terence.
D'Arby's Stand pointed at the Kujo as it's user spoke, "Let us make a wager. The first blow Star Platinum uses against me will be a left hand punch." Everyone let out a gasp.
Polnareff opted to cheer the grumpy high school student on, "Whatever! It's all the same if you hit him with everything you've got! Do it! Hurry up and hit him, Jotaro!" Star Platinum let out an 'Ora' as he swung with his right arm. The enemy's Stand successfully dodged the attack.
You gave a low hum, "Such speed... It's quite impressive."
The enemy Stand grabbed Star Platinum's arm as the user laughed and drifted to the other side of the corridor. "Too bad. It seems I've lost the wager. Although, I do appreciate the compliment, Madam (L/N). Just like my brother, I love gambling. But I'm not very good at it." He then spoke to Jotaro as his Stand's grip tightened around Star Platinum's wrist. "As a reward, I shall take you to an amazing world." Some sort of dark purple vortex opened up in the ground that he sunk into, pulling the Kujo down with him.
"Curses! It was a trap after all!" Shouted Avdol.
"Jotaro!" Called out Joseph while Hermit Purple extended to wrap around his grandson's arm. You and Kakyoin followed suit. Him with his Hierophant and you with your blood. "Jotaro's falling in the hole! Pull him out!"
You were jump scared just a tad when D'Arby stuck his face back out of the darkness, "Oh, very well. You gentleman may enter, too." He pulled Joesph and Kakyoin down with him before popping out once more, this time he grabbed your wrist. "I give my sincerest apologies Madam (L/N), but my orders for you are quite different." Before you could bring out Wamuu to help you out of this, his Stand flung you to the other side of the hole.
Instead of hitting the ground, you were met with a sudden darkness and deafening silence. At the time you had no idea what happened, but Vanilla Ice was waiting there to collect you. Your companions were barely able to register the sight of a man appearing out of thin air and then grabbing you and making you disappear along with him. Under Dio's orders, of course, you had become perhaps the first person other than Cream's user to actually reside within the dimension of darkness.
The first moment you could see again was when you were pushed out of the Stand's mouth and onto the cold stone floor. The man followed out from behind and immediately got down on one knee, "I have done as you asked, Lord Dio."
You froze in place as Dio's familiar voice responded, "I can see that, good work. Wait outside for a moment while I deal with her." You heard the sound of a door opening and then being slammed shut. Dio's laugh echoed throughout the room, "I'm impressed. He actually used the door this time." The vampire then let out a long and relaxed sigh as his cold hand cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at him. He locked his eyes with yours and smirked. Enjoying the fear and hatred radiating from your body.
You had been preparing yourself during the last few years for this exact moment, the time you'd see Dio once more. You still didn't feel ready, though. His powerful aura was much more intimidating than you remembered and the scar along his neck was a painful reminder of the loss of Jonathan's life. He was shirtless at the moment, and had made the choice of wearing pants that greatly accentuated certain aspects of his lower region. You decided to strike first and Wamuu appeared next to you, prepping up his Divine Sandstorm with his immeasurable speed.
In a flash, everything changed. There was a gaping hole in your stomach already healing up that matched a similar wound to your Stand who no longer held the form of Wamuu. Dio wasn't even in front of you anymore. However, he quickly let his whereabouts be known as he embraced you from behind.
"I'm sorry to say that that Stand of yours may not be of much use to you anymore." You watched one of his hands fidget with the lip ring before tossing it into a random corner of the lavish bedroom. "I have to say I am disappointed, despite expecting our first real interaction to be like this. I suppose it was too much to hope for, having you willingly show up and offering yourself to me. But we've got time, things can change."
Your world suddenly shifted once more as he was now sitting on the bed with you sitting on his lap. He took your hat off and tossed it onto his bedside table. His pointer finger grazed along your ear, "What's this? You've attained the same moles as I, Dio? How intriguing, perhaps fate truly does want us together." His nimble hands moved to the scarf around your neck, "You kept this? Are you sure you don't care about me?" He removed it from your neck and set it down on the bed. "Oh? And my bite mark is still there? Though I can't say I'm happy that you've hid it." He hummed into the crook of your neck and breathed in deeply. "Your blood smells so delectable that I wish I could partake of it once more, but we both know how well that turned out last time."
As this happened your mind was racing, trying to think of a way you could possibly get out of this. His Stand ability was obviously very powerful, but you didn't really know what it was doing. Was it some sort of teleportation? You glanced over to your hat, perhaps Kars and his intelligence could figure something out. Perhaps the others would teleport you to them, but you doubted that would happen, or at least you wished that it wouldn't. You'd much rather it be used to save one of your companions when they were in danger and not to pull you out of it. Who even had it at this point? Was it still Joseph?
Another thought crossed your mind. Perhaps Dio would be cocky enough to tell you his ability himself. You leaned back into the vampire's bare chest, looking up at him, "Dio?"
He gave a sharp toothed smirk, "Yes? What is it, my darling little (Y/N)?"
You asked your question, "What is your Stand ability?"
"Hmm... what do you think it is?" He responded with a question before he seemed to get side tracked as he started fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt. "You know, I quite like this outfit on you. Although, the fact that JoJo's grandson is the one that gave it to you is... less than appealing." His grin grew wider as hands went under your shirt and grazed over your stomach, slowly creeping upwards, "Although, perhaps you'd look better without it on at all."
You grabbed his wrist, surprising him a bit, "I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans, Dio."
"Oh? And what exactly can you do to stop me? Haven't you realized how futile all your struggling is?" He stood up and sat you down on the bed before walking over to the full length mirror propped up against the wall. He admired himself, the new him. "My Stand grants me greater power than anyone could hope to obtain. And above all else, time is on my side." You raised an eyebrow at his last statement. A clue, perhaps? Or was he just telling you again that he was immortal?
He left his back facing you, showing off Jonathan's muscles and the star shaped birthmark at the base of his neck. He put his hands on his hips and angled his head to look at you, "Who else could you possibly spend your life with, anyways." You adverted your gaze from him, not liking the truth in those words. "Everyone else on this Earth is a mere mortal and are leagues below what you and I could ever hope to become. You don't seem to quite understand that I'm your only option."
He walked back over to the foot of the bed and towered over you, "But resting along the sea floor for one hundred years has taught me patience, to some degree." He grabbed a strand of your hair and rubbed it between his fingers. "I can afford to wait in situations where others cannot."
You were surprised when a yellow semi translucent being took form next to him. Green hearts rested on the knee caps, crotch area, and chin that seemed to match the ones on Dio's pants and headband. It was also wearing oxygen tanks and some sort of headpiece. The backs of both hands bore the shape of a simple clock face, furthering the growing idea in your mind that his Stand's ability had something to do with time. "Well, what do you think, (Y/N)? Is it not the spirit of a god?"
"Yeah... sure." The Stand drifted closer to and the more you stared at it the more familiar it felt. You weren't sure why you did it, but your hands reached for the helmet atop the Stand's head and pulled it off. It revealed glowing golden locks that flowed upwards in a way eerily similar to that of Star Platinum's."
Dio leaned forward and looked at his Stand curiously, "Huh, I didn't even know that was an option. Let me see that." He grabbed the helmet from your hands and put it back on his Stand before taking it off again and repeating the actions multiple times, "I think it looks better with it on, I'll just leave it." He shook his head a bit a glanced back over at you, "But how did you know that it could do that?"
You shrugged, "I didn't. It just sort of happened. I didn't even know it would look so similar to JoJo's Stand."
Dio stared at you a moment, a bit confused, "What are you on about? My Stand, The World, look's nothing like JoJo's." Purple vines emerged from his hand that looked the same as Hermit Purple. "See." He pulled out a camera from his bedside drawer and allowed the vines to engulf it. A picture printed out showing what looked like Kakyoin playing video games. "This is how I kept an eye on you. Well, sort of."
You stood up and took the camera from his hand, turning it around to look for signs of damage. "You can use it without breaking a camera?"
Dio laughed haughtily, "Of course I can. Would you expect anything less from I, Dio? I can even use it on a crystal ball. It's not exactly made for combat though."
"Right. Right." You mumbled under your breath. Your eyes lit up a bit as you recalled something he had mentioned over the phone. Perhaps bringing it up could distract him as you made your Stand sneak Kars' hat back. "Um, Dio. The other day, what exactly did you mean when you said you planned to achieve heaven?"
He gave another sickeningly sweet smile as he sat in a comfortable red chair and pulled you into his lap, "Very well, I suppose I should tell you. Now that we won't be interrupted any time soon."