What...is this feeling?

My stomach and chest feel, hollow....

My mouth feels dry, I feel heavy.

Where am I?

No, something isn't right.

My mind is so...fuzzy.

Power, I feel so much power.

It's so difficult to calm, what is this sudden burning feeling?

Distant voices...?

What are they saying...who are they?

This burning feeling is so strong...I want to scream.

I want to yell, I want to release this anger.

I yearn for more of this powerful feeling.

I want more of it...

Give me more of it...Please...Just let me heal these wounds.

It hurts and burns, what is this metallic taste?

Blood...I taste blood....

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Air fills your lungs and you let out small weak coughs. The taste of blood stings your mouth as you try to regain your sense of vision. You feel...refreshed in a way. Your ears ached but you could clearly hear fighting nearby. Accidentally, your fingers brush against something hard.

Glancing downward you're met with a horrid sight. A stone mask laid on your stomach, covered in what you knew was your blood. You were surprised you still managed to live as it coated the stone floors. Moving the mask aside you see the damage. A stab wound to the stomach, you wondered if you were blocking out the pain as you didn't feel anything.

Another cough, but this time it wasn't as bad. Your fuzziness from blood loss was fading. The more the fuzz cleared, you understood what had went wrong. Another tragedy caused by Brando. You wish you could just...kill him already.

This mask caused everything. It made Dio a vampire, now you. Your life was ruined because of him. This feeling of anger bubbled within you. An anger that made you snarl, like you were going to completely lose it.

There was no pain anymore, standing up from the pool of blood made you feel stronger. The urge to laugh had to be suppressed, maybe you really were going to lose it. Walking took awhile to get used to as you made your way towards the noises of fighting. You felt like you were born anew.

You could use this power, to finally fight him. It felt amazing. Even if you could no longer continue your normal life, that was fine. You'll be happy as long as you end that fool. Burn him alive, tear off his head, show him how you really feel.

You frown at the wound on your stomach, but considering his abilities, it will fix itself. Your footsteps echoed in the halls as you enter the room where you heard fighting. You growl at the sight, your new urges hard to keep under control. This would take some getting used to.

Jonathan, Speedwagon, and two others fought off hoards of vampires. Yet, on the balcony, sat the blonde bastard himself. A smug look was on his face and you could no longer handle it.

I'll wipe that look off of your face.... You'll beg me to stop tearing into you.....

It all went fuzzy again. You only had one goal on your mind and you were going to complete it if it was the last thing you do.

I'll fight him even if it takes an eternity, I'll fight him until the sun kills us both!

Your mind went feral, bloodlust fills your mind and you beeline towards him. Dio notices you and his smirk widens. You bare your teeth.

You do everything you can while the others fight Dio's mindless minions. Jonathan catches sight of you, a gaze in your eyes as you bite and scratch at Dio. A gaze radiating of so much hatred it unnerved him. What had happened to you...?

Even if you weren't winning, even if you couldn't harness your full strength, you still felt as if you could take his life. Your strength broke walls, made holes in floors, and broke the balcony rails. Despite this, Dio was still stronger than you. He always was....

"Feisty, aren't you?" Dio taunts, making you run blindly into a nearby hoard of vampires. You made short work of them and trained your gaze on him.

"Shut...Up!" You roar, charging again.

"I'll kill you!"

"(Y/N)!" A voice calls. You know this voice, it's soothing on your ears. This voice tore you out of your mindless frenzy.

You felt a little more... calm.

Normalcy flashed in your mind temporarily.

This is...

"Speedwagon...?"

Just as you turn you feel something heavy slam you to the ground, pinning you momentarily. You look to see a sledgehammer pinning you by your stomach wound. The pain comes back and you're howling. You could pull it off, but...

"Stay right there! We'll handle this."

Your eyes scan the room until you see the familiar face. Speedwagon, the one you met at the hospital.... Your wine red eyes stare at him.

There was a pity in his gaze, but it was still one of kindness.

It was enough to make you calm.

You lay there limply, you only wanted to watch as you tried to gain your senses.

Rage calmed but was replaced by sadness.

I'm not like you anymore....

I'm so sorry....

I'm like him now, aren't I?

I'm a being of rage....

I hate this...

Don't pity me, I'm a monster.

A feral monster that will no longer be normal.

Kill him for me...even now I am weak.

Your hand loosely grasps the sledgehammer, lifting it up from your wound. Speedwagon looks frightened but you shake your head.

Don't be scared...Take this.

Cleave his skull and help Jonathan.

Then put me to rest....

I trust you.

Lightly as you could you toss the sledgehammer towards Speedwagon again. You point towards Dio before staring at the sky.

It will be morning soon...

This is it, isn't it?

I'll never love that bastard who calls himself a god....

If I love anyone....

A fanged smile graces your lips as you watch Speedwagon and Jonathan fight Dio.

It's you.