The Cry Of A Mockingbird ?Dio Brando X Reader?

Warning: angst

“Come on now, we’re even aren’t we lass?” 

“I should kill you,” You growled, glaring at the man in front of you. Speedwagon chuckled and messed with the patch across his cheek. Your blade was jammed in the table, still dripping with his blood as you kicked your feet up. 

“At least it will look pretty neat, won’t it?” He said, glanced at the gash across your lip. You scoffed and turned your head away, folding your arms over your chest. “Don’t be so bitter over ‘ere,” He said. 

“Piss off,” You spat. 

“You’re lucky we both got out of there alive, you know,” Speedwagon said, folding his arms behind his head. “We could have easily been killed.”

“But that didn’t happen, now did it, Robert?” You said, glaring at him with cold e/c orbs. 

Speedwagon was quiet for a moment after your rhetorical question before speaking. “Do you ever get afraid, Vex?”

“What?”

“Have you ever felt fear?”

“What the hell kind of question is that, Speedwagon?” You scoffed. 

“Just answer it,” He said. 

You sighed heavily. “Of course I have. I’m not some fearless man you know. I’m still human,”

“You just don’t seem to be the type of person to easily frighten’,” He shrugged. 

“I’m not,” You said. “It takes a lot to truly make me feel fear.”

“You know somethin’, you act so toughly, but you aren’t at all, are you?” The blonde asked. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled. 

“Don’t get so riled up, I was jus’ sayin’,” He said quickly, not wanting to feel your blade against his skin anymore. “You put on an act, don’t ya?”

You leaned back in your chair. “Why does it matter to you?”

“You’re still a kid, Vex. You’re what? Fifteen? Sixteen?” He leaned forward. “The point is you don’t have to act so toughly. You don’t have it easy, I get that, but we all have weak points. Sometimes we just need to let go and drop the facade.”

You glared at him as you lowered your head, hiding your face from view. 

“Only the strongest can survive. You should know that better than anyone.”

“VEX!”

Speedwagon’s shrill exclamation of your name echoed through the burning manor. He reached towards you, but a wall of flames knocked him back. He grunted as his back slammed against a pillar, knocking the wind from his lungs. Through blurred vision, he turned his gaze towards you. Through the swirl of smoke and fire, he could see you laying on the ground. Blood coated the side of your face and pooled under you. Your face was covered in smoke and small cuts and bruises. If he didn’t get to you now, you’d surely die from the smoke. 

He pushed his way through the flames, wincing and backstepping to avoid the roaring flames before moving forward once more. He dropped to his knees beside your body, eyes widening and breath hitching in his throat. 

A wooden beam had fallen from one of the rafters in the ceiling and came crashing down on you. Thankfully, your left leg was the only thing that had been caught under it. You must have gotten knocked out from the blunt force. Speedwagon knew he had to get you out of here. You might have been on the opposite side that he was, but you were still human. You were still his friend, and he wasn’t going to leave you to burn alive in here with no way out. 

“Vex!” He yelled, grabbing your shoulder as he began to shake you, trying to wake you. He grabbed onto the beam and yelped from the heat, but he scowled and began to shove it off of your body. With a final heave of effort, it fell to the side and you were free. He wasted no time to grab you and began dragging you back. 

“Come on, wake up, you wanker!” He shouted, pulling you out of the mansion.

He propped your body up against the fountain and tapped your cheeks, shook your shoulder, and yelled your name as he tried to wake you. The fear that you may have been dead settled inside of him, but as Speedwagon placed a hand on your neck, he faintly felt your pulse against his fingertips and sighed in relief. Turning to face the manor once more, Speedwagon tilted his head up to try and spot Jonathan. 

“What does he mean to accomplish up there?” He muttered to himself. “No, that’s crazy. You’re throwin’ your life away! Don’t do it! Don’t do it, Jojo!”

A groan had Speedwagon spinning on his heel to look at you. You cracked one eye open, immediately glaring at the blonde in front of you. Your face was twisted in pain and your body was trembling as you gripped the edge of the fountain tightly. You clenched your jaw tightly as you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth. Your gaze was focused on Jonathan, who was slipping from the roof. Dio stood in front of him, shirtless and with bloodlust shining in his ruby eyes. The entire mansion was consumed by flames at this point and there wasn’t a square inch that wasn’t on fire. Rain trickled down from the sky, dotting your shoulders and the top of your head. 

“The longer the flames burn,” Speedwagon said quietly, crouching beside you. “The hotter it gets, and Jojo knows it. He means to use the mansion as a funeral pyre and burn the devil faster than he can replenish himself, and now that the house is hot enough, he’s gonna knock him back in.”

You watched with blurry vision as Jonathan tackled Dio back into the house, and both of them fell through the inside and out of your sights. You growled and tried to push yourself up, only to cry out with pain and crumble to the ground again. You clutched your leg as a searing, burning, and sharp, excoriating pain shot up from the smallest pressure. Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth from how hard you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming out in pain. You ignored Speedwagon’s instructions to stay there as he rushed to Jonathan’s side as he crashed to the ground. You ignored everything telling you to not move and pushed yourself up. You clutched your arm and leaned your weight against your right leg as you looked towards the mansion. Your grip tightened on your arm as your eyes searched through the flames. You could feel your heart slamming against your chest as you looked around. 

“He did it!” Speedwagon exclaimed happily. “Jojo bested him!”

Your breathing caught in your throat. That...wasn’t possible. Jonathan couldn’t have killed him. Right? There was no possible way! Dio was supposed to be immortal! Could the flames have truly destroyed him faster than he could heal? No...there had to be something else. Dio...he couldn’t. Not by Jonathan. Not by anyone! Dio couldn’t have been dead. He just couldn’t! He couldn’t leave you behind like that! He couldn’t…

“Vex?” Speedwagon called, turning towards you. His eyes widened. 

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in shock as your body trembled violently. You could barely hold yourself up as you stared at the burning mansion with a shaky gaze. Blood dripped onto the ground under you and mixed in with the rainwater as it began to pour from the darkened sky above you. But none of this was what made Speedwagon’s breath catch in his throat. No. 

It was the tears falling from your shimmering e/c eyes. 

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So sorry for the long wait you guys. This week is the last week before winter break, and we were supposed to have semester exams, but because of covid and how many students are quarantined, my school canceled them. So my English teacher thought it would be nice to assign us a 5-page essay about a speech. I was busy working on that, so that's why I hadn't posted for such a long time.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading!

P.S. please stay safe. I don't want any of you to get sick or hurt

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