This is not a lemon. This is a slight fluff but, mainly angsty and sorrowful. I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning!: Blood mention

The reader name is going to be Isis but you can have your own name in.

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My loyal, my dear, my sweet, sweet servant. The name that goes off my lips, Khonsu. From the very first day we met, he has served Dio and I like no other. If Dio was busy training on using his newly found powers, it would be Khonsu who would tend to my needs. If Dio has business with other people that had powers like his, Khonsu will be there by my side.

I couldn't stop thinking about Dio, every time the apples I grew fell from their tree. Flowers I would grow, blooming for his name. Trees of fruit, and dirt that was tended daily to grow sweet, delicious vegetables like carrots, pumpkins, and tomatoes that would come from their vines. I just wished he would've seen the children I've made. This garden is my seed, my home from home, and where my children grew to prosper and ready to be harvested, to be eaten, so we can taste their naturally grown flavor.

Dio thought it was just food, food that was "made to be eaten by the fools and scum we call humans". Khonsu also ate of my delicacies, and called them what they really were. Praised me to no end, saying, "The seeds inside can be used again and again for your healthy garden. You are a master of the gardening and culinary arts, Ms. Brando."

Recently, at night, the love he gives me has been very little, a few kisses, lots of mouth opening. Talking about how he's 'going to finish his work', he says, 'finish the Joestar bloodline, take their blood so we can live for eternity, in peace and power'. All I wanted was to be with you, Dio. I wanted your love, your smiles, those chuckles, and hand kisses that boost my ego, and flustered face. Now you give me brash attitude, one of no talking, no romance, as the Barbra Streisand song 'you just roll over and turn out the light'.

I want to know what's in that mind of yours, vampire scum. I wish I never came back to bed, never came back to see you with blankets all around the room, and ladies... ladies with blood dripping down their necks, their wrists, and through the sheets. Oh! But you look so handsome, devilishly so! Those muscles you took from Jonathan himself, used him to your abilities, and made me your own! For once in your life, you did the right thing: Keeping me alive.

I don't want to know what he has done to the poor, human women that were once just like me. Maybe they were his cattle, maybe some secret concubines, who knows. I surely don't, and as I said, I don't want to. For all that he's done for me, for us, I thank him, and I still love him, the love of my life, the sweetest man I call my partner in shadows.

For Khonsu, he has become my partner in the curtain covered light. The days the, ironically named God, slept, I would be in Khonsu's chambers, eating the foods he praises me for, reading books that Dio never has on his bookshelves, and even having secret love affairs in his bed. For the man that gives me what I yearn for, what I've wanted all my life, this is mine for the taking.

I'm glad Dio doesn't know, for he would be taken to Dio for a quick chopping of his waist area, and then, if that happens, Vanilla Ice, one of Dio's most loyal, if not the loyalist, of all his servants, would have him sent to the void. I would never, ever let that happen in my home.

One night, Dio summoned me to our chambers as I was busy in Khonsu's. I quickly dressed into quite comfortable clothing for that night. As I walk into the room from the small hallway made of white wood, I feel his presence being a bit.... worrisome. As I slowly opened the door, his room is filled in darkness, in shadows; there are no lights.

"Isis, there are things I must tell you. Things of... awful news."
His face, I cannot see, but his voice, I see and hear clearly, his red, vampiric eyes, the one that he also gifted me, were staring right at me.
"What is this news, Lord Dio?"
"You must leave, to take passage at a ship docked on the Mediterranean Sea. It leaves in a few hours, at the full descent of the moon, but the beginning of the sun. I already have you on their list, but you need to leave, along with your... servant."

Since when did he sound so... calm? Not worried about this sort of news. I need to know more.

"Why?"
"The Joestar's and their little... gang have defeated my Tarot Card servants. This mansion will be next on their mission."
He finally takes a stand from his dark velvet chair, with painted gold as the legs and edges of the arms of the chair.

In the blink of an eye, he's in front of me, tilting my chin up with only one of his black nail polished fingers. His eyes aren't that of worry, but of true fear. Something I haven't seen in a long while.

"I will not have you in the way. You deserve to live, my love. Even if it's not at my side at this time. I swear to you, I will come back. To wherever your ship takes you. Farewell."

He leaves a gentle kiss on my forehead and my hair before giving me a passport, one to go to any country I wished. He also gives me documents to make sure I get in the place alive and even cases to pack.

I give him a gentle kiss on his lips, say my... final... goodbye before I left to go back to my servant's room, where all my things are there to pack. I told him he must come to, by Dio's orders. As always, he gladly obeys.

Weeks Later

My ship arrived on the left side of Italy, just two weeks ago, to where I will be staying in Roma. We have a pretty hotel there that's fine luxury for the both of us. Now, we have freedom to do whatever we wanted. No more spies, no more of Dio's glares each time I accidentally saw him feeding on his prey, and no more white noise.

These few days have been relaxing, so to speak, though the Italian Mafia is more ruthless than usual, more kids dying from drugs, or more men dying from stand battles and gunshots. At night, the city is beautiful and that's when we go. Though, sometimes, I go outside in the morning, fully clothed of course, to tour around the ancient city.

It's nice without the violence.

Just today, my servant came up to me, in my bedroom as I looked at the city lights at the deep twilight. When I turned to look at him, his eyes were that of sorrow, like he had been crying. Oh dear.... What have I done? Or more likely, from the letter in his hand, still nicely new, has done to him?

His right hand shake as he gives me the letter to read. I take it from him to read myself, Dio's scent luring from it. These contents, I cannot tell all. But... my love... my sweetheart... a century ago, today, dead.

For all those years I've cried, I've held onto Dio, for he would have comforted me all those years ago, now, he's not here to do it all again. He's up there now... with the priest he saw months ago, the one that taught him heaven, how they would go up there together. Dammit!!

But now, I don't sob, I don't cry, I don't feel down. Those emotions are gone from this world. All there is, is fear. What would I do with this place? It's just me as the vampire now.

The love of my life is gone, by the Joestar's. Mostly revenge for the haunting and the murder of their grandfather, Jonathan. I remember him. He was a gentle sweetheart, looked like a brute when he became older, but deep down, he fought for his honor, Erina's honor, and his family. Dio and I paid our respects to him, hoping he has a wonderful life in the afterlife. Then, took his body and left his head. Secretly, his head is buried somewhere where no one can find it.

When the sun comes up, as slow as it can get, it has me thinking. I've lived so long, done so much, and now my time is due. For I cannot live, love, speak, or anything to Dio. Just my servant.

I walk to the balcony, turn around, and see his face. Dio's face. He has a sweet smile, caressing my cheek with Jonathan beside him, being best friends and brothers finally. Erina is beside Dio, so is Speedwagon, and the man named Zeppeli. The people I've met with Dio, all here with him. They hold out their hands to me before drifting away in the wind, like they're greeting me up there. Khonsu...

"Ms. Brando! Y-your... t-the sun!"
He tries to pull me back into the room, but I gently push him away, out of holding range.

As the sun gets closer to hitting our hotel room window, I just simply smile, let my hair flow in the wind.

"It's alright, Khonsu. I'm safe now."

Then I feel myself slowly burning by the sun. How good it must feel, when you haven't felt it in so long.

Goodbye...