A British Vampire in Italy

Joseph was impatiently tapping his finger on the finely crafted table in the restaurant. His armlets and anklets were bothering him as usual as well as the stupid red gem he had, he was not a jewelry person at all. It’s been a while since he saw his mom, he traveled all the way to Italy to see her but she was held up with some of her disciples or hamon users. He wondered if it had anything to do with those Pillar men he heard about, Uncle Speedwagon was still super shaken about that whole fiasco with Santana. That… thing made all sorts of confusing feelings run though his head when he first saw the weird horned creature…. But if anyone could defeat those things it was Uncle Zeppeli and his mom. But still that didn’t stop his worries. Heck, it feels like someone been watching him this whole time.

Hopefully he can have a good day with his mom even if it gets cut short er…. Shorter…. He really doesn’t want to be alone wandering in Italy… finally the waiter sets down one of his favorite dishes, nero di seppia. Finally something to take his mind off of his worries. He thanked the waiter and dug strait in, not worrying about table manners at all. But then his ears perked up when he heard someone making a comment on the way he was eating. He turned to face the couple that was eating near the wall. The female was dressed up nice for the evening but it was obvious she was a tourist, the man with distinct face marks was dressed like a little kid, seriously, backwards suspenders and a pre tied bow tie. He looked high class but it was obvious to Joseph that he probably didn’t know the first thing about high society. he must have been some kind of scammer praying on women who want some kind of epic Italy romance.

God he even gave her some kind of flashy gem and gave her a cheesy romance line that was so sugar coated it could give someone a cavity. All Joseph could do was gag, he really wanted to do something but he was told to keep a low profile…. So all really he could do was ignore them and continue eating, after awhile it seemed to work, it strangely got silent but Joseph didn’t really notice he was just enjoying his food.

He didn’t even notice that the man was now glaring at him.

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Waiting outside on a sunny day is a pain, either Joseph was to way to hot due the scarf-hood plus hat, long sleeve shirt and gloves or to deal with a very nasty sunburn for weeks. Thankfully he managed to squeeze into a shaded alley near where he was supposed to meet mom…. Sure she missed out on their lunch but hopefully they can still go on a bit of a fun shopping spree. At least he could see old friends like, Clark, Peter, Bruce, Robin, Daian and Steve, they were all pigeons but at least they were company, it seems like their little group seems to be growing but Joseph didn’t mind.

Looking out every now and again to try and find those familiar scarf and sunglasses. Although there is that strange feeling of being watched, there was something strange going… then he saw him… the man from the restaurant, he was wearing different clothes and a hat as well but it was still him now making moves on another tourist. Was he following him? Great just what he needed to be stalked by a flamboyant playboy ital- that thought was interrupted as the two made eye contact. His eyes were just so sharp, he couldn’t help but flinch. Yup he is being hunted. The two of them just stared at each other for an uncomfortable long time, barely blinking, the blond hunter now unapologetically starring, knowing he’s been found out, one important question was echoing in Joseph’s head…. Is he a Hamon user?

He seemed to have some bad luck with the special solar power as of late, mostly with Straizo and the church of Dio. He did not want to get into a fight with another one so soon. Still keeping eye contact Joseph begin to walk away from the fountain square and the blonde with the sharp stare. Just get out of there quickly. He gets somewhat far before someone ends up punching him in the face. He ends up staggering backwards, and looks at his assaulter. It was the woman that the blond was talking to earlier, the look in her eyes were that of someone who was hypnotized under hamon’s spell, blondie must be apart of the church then, those damed cultists, thankfully he has delt with this kind of thing before. Using a bit of his strength he is able to restrain the woman and put one of his braces to her forehead, the special metal sucks up the hamon that was in the woman, causing her to go limp.

Then he got hit again, this time with a more familiar burning feeling he knew all to well. It wasn’t fatal thanks to his scarf, turned to see the blond didn’t move, how did they hit him form over there. Joseph didn’t have a lot of time to think as the son of a pasta started charging at him. Joseph could only brace himself as a huge bubble formed out from the hands of the blond. The weird bubble trapped Joseph inside, the surface burning any area touching it even though his clothes.

“Ha! You made a grave mistake ever setting foot on my home country, vampire!”

“Well you made a mistake of thinking I’m just some mindless bloodsucking monster, you cultist!”

He tapped his bracelet on the bubble draining the hamon form it causing it to pop, and in the next moment he ran up an socked that smug basterd in the face, he flew back a few feet away and into the fountain but quickly got back up. Both are now glaring at each other with fury. Joseph removed his of his braces, and bubbles started forming between the cultist’s hands. They then charged at each other.

Joseph threw one of his bracelets, and the cultist. It managed to absorb some of the hamon bubbles that were sent his way, but not all of them, but his scarf protected him from the rest. The ring ended up hitting the Italian man square in the face. Not wasting any time the Joestar rushed towards them do knock them out for good. However because he removed his wrist rings that part of him was more settable to hamon, and an opening, the blond caught his fist in time. Giving him a nasty shock. Thankfully the other ring he threw when the blond wasn’t looking ricocheted back and hit the bastard in the back of his head causing him to let go.

“You! Stop holding back, couldn’t even fight that woman!”

“Yeah well I bet you couldn’t beet a pigeon with your full strength!”

The two went at each other again, Joseph now not wanting to expose his arms to any more hamon, this was again blocked and turned against him when his opponent kicked his other leg that was still on the ground. This caused the Brit to fall prone to the ground. The vampire hunter shadow loomed over him his fist raised above his head, charged with hamon.

“You’re next line is ‘You will be burned to ashes and your vampiric filth will be cleansed from this world,’ right?”

“You will be burned to ashes and your vampiric filth will be cleansed from this world……….. what?”

That moment of hesitation from the confusion of the words being in sync with the vampire, lead to the Italian man’s secured victory, being lost as in that short while, as a swarm of pigeons came and overwhelmed him.

After a while of trying to get the birds off of him something fell to the ground and some of the birds fallowed it and though the feathers he saw it…. The breadcrumb bag that the vamp had earlier to feed the pigeons. The British Ruffin managed to put bread crumbs on him. He must’ve tied it to his bracelet earlier or managed to toss it on the Italian man.

He then got kicked in the shin and punched right in his eye. The pain was enough for him to allow the vampire to get away.

“Told you that you couldn’t beet a pigeon!” Joseph taunted as he ran away.

After regaining his composure the hamon user chased after the bastard of the night.

Joseph just kept running, the sun on his face started to sting but he had to get away, regroup and figure out a plan of attack. Thankfully he didn’t have to look far for safety as he saw a familiar pair of shades and diagonally checkered hat, it was his mom and uncle Zeppeli walking down the road! He almost embraced her in a hug but she violently flinched back, and Joseph was reminded about the no psychical contact with mom thing. Thankfully she managed to regain her composure before talking.

“Joseph? What going on? Where are your bracelets? Are you alright?”

“Sorta! I got attacked by one of Dio’s followers.”

“Jojo, are you sure? They shouldn’t have a fallowing or a base in Italy, it would be super difficult, especially with the fascist regime going on.” Uncle zeppeli said with a bit of venom.

“Yes he used that Hypnosis technique on a woman and made her attack me! Those jerks always use that technique to get what they want from others who refuse to help them or to hide behind the innocent!”

“So what does this cultist look like?” His mother asked.

“He is this blond Italian playboy around my hight, with feathers in his hair and pink marks under his eyes.”

“Do you think….?”

“It could be…”

The two adults looked at each other, obviously knowing something about the jerk who attacked him. But before he could ask about it a unfortunately familiar feeling burned into his back and he fell to the ground. Turning his head he saw the asshole they were talking about, he kept in the air and with a army of those hamon bubbles behind him, there was no way to hide from the magnified light from the bubbles, it was agonizing even the skin underneath his clothes hurt, he couldn’t even move. The Italian was about to finally land the finishing blow. His mom and uncle Zeppeli were only staring in shock and were unresponsive for some reason, it didn’t seem like they would snap out of it in time.

Thankfully he managed to find a shadow to give him brief relief from the light, the shadow from the blond Italian hamon user. This time Joseph didn’t bother punching him, he was using his claws! The jerk earned it! His claws ripped out from his gloves as they grew longer with anger he slashed leaving a very nasty claw wounds now sported the blonds face as he fell to the ground. With a nasty snarl the Brit let out, he was about to finally finish him off but before he could use his claws again a familiar grip was on his shoulder. Looking at his uncle Zeppeli who was giving him a soft look that told him without a doubt ‘the battle is over so don’t do it’. He let himself get pulled back behind his Uncle as his mom tied up his assaulter with her scarf. Both adults were now looking at the blond with a fearce glare.

“Caeser Anthonio Zeppeli….. what in the name of all pasta in Italy are you doing attacking JoJo like that?” The elder man asked.

“Wait…. You mean this womanizing, badly dressed, psycho is your grandson you always boasting about to nearly everyone who will lend you an ear?”

They didn’t respond. They just kept glaring at the young Italian man.

“What am I doing? What are you doing raising a vampire! The very creation of the pillar men! The ultimate menace of the night! That scoundrel even attacked a woman!”

“What? You made her attack me!”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Unless she was around another hamon user who kissed her, then yes you did. Besides she attacked me first, you should know that with how closely you were watching me!”

“Well maybe you somehow hypothesized her to attack you, to trunk me into me that you were actually harmless, just like what you did with Nonno and master Elisabeth.”

“That makes no fucking sense, and you know it!”

“Enough! Both of you!” All attention was now on his mother. Who was shaking slightly but only Joseph noticed that.

After a moment of silence the elder Zeppeli spoke up.

“Elisabeth, how about you go with Jojo to get some new clothes and groceries for dinner? I will deal with my grandson, we will investigate the donna and see what really happened.”

“Recover Jojo’s braces while you’re at it please……”

Not looking away from Caesar the entire time, Elisabeth untied the young man but never letting go of her scarf looking like she would attack again and standing protectively in front of her son, never letting up until the elder Zeppeli lead the younger out of sight.

After that she started shaking uncontrollably.

“Mom are you ok?” Joseph asked he almost put his hand on her shoulder but she violently flinched away, remembering her ‘no touching her own son’ rule and then the bad feelings returned.

After a minute, of awkwardly avoiding eye contact. His mother spoke.

“I’m sorry Joseph, I am so sorry. We kept you a secret from the other hamon users to make sure something like this wouldn’t happen but…….”

“Hey, no problem, I have a few more years before hamon becomes a problem for me!” He said in a joking tone now looking at her.

“Your father said the same thing…… it only takes one mistake, one encounter with hamon for you to meet your end just like he did….” She continued looking at the ground “I just hope everything we did will be enough for you to live a normal life when the time comes… you didn’t deserve all that…. Your father didn’t deserve it either…. Especially your grandfather…. You all deserved better, and I hope you get that one day.”

After one last moment of silence Joseph spoke up.

“So! Want to get stuff for pizza and look at the newest hats?”

She finally looked at him and after a minute she took off her glasses and put them in her purse, readjusted her scarf, straightened up and smiled.

“And find some prick who should lose quite a bit of blood.” She said, “Anyways the latest letter Ernia sent mentioned something about your new friend Smokey, the cult of Dio and a junkyard?”

The two of them walked into the shopping district as the sun went down, talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

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Esidisi just arrived in Venice yesterday, as the last sunbeams went down, still searching for that special red gem.

He should do some reconnaissance, and learn more about Air Supplena Island before making a move, all a while learning what has changed during his hibernation.

The shopping district seemed like a good place to start.

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