You yourself were never fond of Dio, you saw him for what he really was, past all the charm. He was a selfish evil boy, didn't matter how many friends, or how smart he was, you knew. You knew because you saw how cruel he was, especially to Jonathan, and for what?

You hated him, and he hated that you hated him. He hated how you saw through that, not even Jonathan saw past his lies, believing he had good in him, but you, you were oh so smart he couldn't help but become obsessive over time. He couldn't help himself, you were so different clearly. Once he put on that mask, once he turned into a vampire it only got worse really, you were there for it, standing next to Jonathan as usual. They fought like animals and you ran right out of there, but he would recover. He would make it out of that inferno and take over this world and take you with him.

This room was so cold, trapped in some big castle like those fairy tales, though you could only hope Jonathan would come, come and take you away from this place, away from that sicko gone psycho. You just sat on the ground, looking out through the broken windows, looking out at the moon and down to the houses bellow.