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Out of the corner of your eye you spot him: [Closed]

WHO: Mako Mankanshoku and Dio Brando
WHERE: A dark street
WHEN: July 30, late evening
WHAT: Dio is a vampire. Dio is a vampire that hasn't 'eaten' in about three weeks. Measures have to be taken.
WARNINGS: Well, vampirism, so blood, and so on. Also Dio being a manipulative douchebag, but that's basically a given.

It was, perhaps, inadvisable for a young lady to wander the streets as dusk swept through and ushered in the night.

Luckily, the only one winding through shadowed shortcuts was Mako. Sure, her mother and Ryuuko and Senketsu and...everyone...might scold her for being careless, but she had super-strength now. She could take care of herself just fine! If anything, the people to worry about would be the ones foolish enough to try for a mugging or some other means of attack. In a way, she was even performing heroic duties by moving around by herself.

She just...wouldn't mention that when she showed up for dinner.

Good deeds didn't go unpunished, after all, and being lectured while forced into seiza was never fun.

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It wouldn't be too hard to get blood around here, really — cooperation from the government or the other imports is all it would take, he figures, but that isn't the way he likes to do it. His pride stops him from asking for help, which when coupled with his strong desire for control fueling the rush he gets from taking blood forcefully, the thought didn't even occur to him. Eventually though, the bodies drained of blood would draw a lot of attention. It wouldn't be long before someone discovered his aversion to sunlight and put it all together, outing him as a vampire and then connecting him to the corpses. He's considering the idea of trying out that new power of his once he's finished draining the first one, see if he can't cover his tracks that way.

But there would be time for that later. He'd held off on feeding to avoid drawing suspicion right away, but after three weeks it's taking it's toll. He feels weaker than he usually is, not something he can't live with, but he couldn't take any chances. He didn't want to be at anything but his full strength should anything go down, so it was time to act. He can practically smell the scent of blood as Mako inadvertently comes closer to his own position in some darkened alley, out of the way of the main streets. He repositions himself to await her arrival, knowing she's coming down this way...

And then, once he spots her passing, Dio emerges and drives his hand towards her from behind. The way his fingers slide into her neck through her skin is unnatural, supernaturally so, but the moment they do blood begins forcefully draining it's way through his fingers and into his body, revitalizing him with every passing second he manages to keep a hold of her. It had been so long he almost forgot how good it felt.

"Eh?" Mako's eyes went wide at the strange sensation. It wasn't...comfortable, and it was startling, but it sort of— "Hey! Th-that tickles!" She squirmed, tilting her head this way and that and then finally reaching back and ripping the offending hand back out of her neck, clapping a hand over where it had sunken in protectively.

She spun around, her free hand lashing out to point at—

...Dio?

"Jeeze, Dio-chan!" She puffed her cheeks out sulkily, either honestly forgetting his suffix preferences or using that one to spite him for the scare. "You shouldn't just do things like...whatever that was! I could have really, really hurt you!" Technically, there would be bruising around where her small hand clamped down on his wrist, if he were normal.

It's only once he sees her face that there's some recognition. Her strength is surprising all things considered, but right now not anything he's exactly worried about; what he is worried about is the fact that he recognizes this girl as an import, not just some local. It could be bad, depending on how it goes — no way could things go bad so quickly. He might have been careless, but he won't let himself get caught out so soon. Her own reaction to the situation means the situation isn't hopeless.

He really wasn't paying attention though. What was her name again?

"...it's you." Spoken so calmly, as if this is all one big misunderstanding and he wasn't about to just kill her. "My mistake. I was waiting on someone else; your timing was unfortunate."

"Yes it's me!" Luckily for him, she too was a member of the small fraction of people that had a tendency towards speaking in the third-person. "And you're lucky! If it were somebody less understanding than Mako Mankanshoku, you might get in trouble for grabbing a young lady and—"

She paused, rubbing her stiff neck again.

"And doing...actually, what did you do? My necks all pins-and-needles now!" Actually, that was the blood-loss begging slowly remediated by her enhanced healing factor. So not technically directly Dio's fault.

He's pretty sure that she should be feeling more than that with how much blood she's lost, so it's a strange reaction. Did she have some kind of power that affected this? Regeneration would make sense, considering his own worked similarly(although not quite, considering he hasn't much use for his own blood these days) but that wasn't worth thinking about right now. Definitely something to figure out in the future though.

"I was...feeding." As if to demonstrate this, he lifts the hand he'd used, revealing the fingers to be bloodied. "In other to survive I'm in need of blood as sustenance."

"Oh!" Mako clapped a fist into an open palm, a figurative lightbulb going off above her head. "Then that means you're..." She pointed at him dramatically, feet set sideways shoulder-width apart. "...just like Senketsu-chan! He eats blood too!"

And just like that the pouty scolding evaporates, leaving an unreasonably chipper Mako in its wake. "Gosh, you've gotta be more careful, you know? I've got healing powers, but normal people can die if they lose all of their blood! And I should know; my Daddy always took a bunch from his patients and sold it on the black-market. But! More importantly, you need to be polite and ask! Manners are important at mealtime!"

So sayeth the human garbage disposal.

Well, she sure talks a lot doesn't she? He's not really listening - mostly - apparently whatever a Senketsu is, it needs blood. Are they a vampire as well? Something definitely worth looking into. Something about murder, something about her father, something about manners, blah blah blah...

Oh, she's finally done.

"Like I said before, I was waiting on someone else. We arranged a more...consensual feeding. But she hasn't arrived."

Shall we try to work the poor poor pitiful me angle a little? Yes, we shall.

"Speaking frankly, I'm a little worried; it's been some time since we last spoke and I haven't fed in a long time. If I don't get any soon, I don't know what I'll do..."

If he stretched his brain, he might recall that she had mentioned Senketsu, when he asked about heroes. "Mm...well, I can't really blame you for being grabby if you're that hungry!" God only knew the atrocities Mako has committed in the name of filling her stomach.

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully for a moment, mulling over his words.

"Hm...that's bad, probably." She blinked. "Hey, was I tasty?"

He'll remember eventually, but only once it's actually relevant. Mako's rambling doesn't qualify unfortunately.

But ultimately her question just makes him inwardly scoff at the idea. He'd insisted before that the blood of women tasted better than men's, but in the end, blood was blood. The only real exception was the blood of Joestars...now there was some tasty blood. The idea that anybody else's could taste better than the rest was ludicrous.

...even as unreasonable as it would be to expect anyone else to know that. But he decides not to be honest.

"Quite tasty. The blood of a woman tastes much better than that of a man's, but even more so if the woman in question is so lively like yourself."

"I see!" Definitely like Senketsu, then. They were really alike, right down to their flamboyant styles. Why, Sneketsu-chan even had claws on his new body.

"Well, if it's good you can have some more, since you got stood up!" Mako clenched her fist resolutely. "I'm made of sterner stuff, so I can probably feed you more often than that no-good no-show too!" Promising somebody food and then not following through was a cruelty in Mako's eyes.

It's a tempting offer; when he first arrived he really didn't want to take blood like this, on speaking terms with the person in question, maintaining some kind of contact with them...but after all the time he went without blood, he'd come to realize things are very different here. Trying to keep up his lifestyle from before in this world would be incredibly difficult right now with so little influence or power, so a source of blood he could possibly rely on and not get into trouble for taking from sounds more appealing than it had three weeks ago.

Maybe he would have to do this. Start over from the bottom and work his way to the top, just like before. This was just the first step.

"What do you mean by sterner stuff?" First thing's first after all. "I think even the most durable person would find it difficult to have their blood taken from them like this, yet you seem fine."

"It's part of my neat little package of powers!" Mako announced proudly. "I'm super strong, and faster, and I heal fast too!" There were far more technical terms involved than the ones she was using, really, but Dio obviously wanted the highlights. Mako never cared for complicated explanations when she was hungry, at least.

"And I'm super-lively too! So, you can eat a little more often than you might have otherwise!" She is resilient as a cockroach and the energy of...well, a nuclear power plant. This deal probably won't do her narcoleptic tendencies much good, but Dio was a friend, sort of.

She just...might not mention it to any of her other friends, except Senketsu-chan. They got antsy about things like that.

Incredible. In his world, stand users would do anything to protect the nature of their abilities, yet here she is telling him everything.

"A useful ability to have, considering the circumstances." And he's decided this may have to be something he profits off of, at least until he takes over the world. "Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to make this arrangement more...long term. Permanent."

It was easier when underlings or useful people just wanted piles of gold he had lying around in his mansion. Now he actually has to get off his lazy ass and do things for his side of these kinds of deals, ugh.

"In exchange for your blood, I'm certain I could be of...some use, on occasion."

Mako had never exactly been a champion secret keeper. Really, at her core she was more of a 'scream it to the heavens' type; totally shameless and often oblivious to the more negative consequences of being so loose-lipped.

"I wouldn't mind," Mako decided after another brief moment of thought. "We could totally be friends, then; just like Ryuuko-chan and Senketsu-chan are! Blood buddies—no," Mako gasped and clapped her hands together. "We could be bluddies!"

...yeah. She really did just say that.

"There is one last thing."

Is he moving on without even acknowledging that? Yes, he is. If she wants a friend who appreciates puns, she ought to go befriend Jotaro.

...actually, don't befriend Jotaro, that would ruin everything.

"As kind as it is of you to trust me like this-" 'Kind' he says, as he thinks a whole slew of words that he believes are more fitting. None of them are flattering. "-I feel like others would be wary of me, simply because of what I'm doing. This kind of behavior...there's a lot of prejudice loaded with it. They would assume I'm no good simply because of what I need to do to survive, feeding off of you like this.

"So I'd appreciate if this were our little secret, Ma-...Mako."

He even referred to her by her first name. He is totally owning this fakefriendship thing.

"Friends keep secrets, don't they? It's how we know we can trust each other."

"I don't think my friends will be like that!" Mako insisted, rocking back on her heels. "After all, Senketsu-chan always has to drink Ryuuko-chan's blood!"

She paused, though, an uncharacteristically serious look settling into place for a brief moment. "But...the last time I made a new friend here, it...it didn't go so well. Starscream-chan tries to take over the city with robots and we had to beat him down!" And Dio...well, he does look sort of intimidating.

"They might be a little overprotective this time..." After a bit more hemming and hawing over the matter, she nodded resolutely and extended one pinky solemnly. "Okay! It'll be our little secret!"

Ah, the confirmation of a plan coming together. Isn't it wonderful? Dio's all ready to end things here and leave when he sees her extend her pinky, confusion clearly written across his face.

Pinky swears weren't exactly high on the priority list when he started catching up on the future he missed out on. Rather than respond, he just gives her a puzzled look.

Please explain.

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