thetasteofaliar:

“What…? He drank your blood?” Despite Giorno’s weak protests, Bruno reached over and gently lifted his bandages. He spotted the two distinct wounds…bite wounds. This couldn’t be real. Vampires didn’t exist. “Giorno…who is your father? Will you be all right? We need to get you to a hospital…" 

【 ✮ 】— He disobeyed. But that wasn’t even the main problem storming in Giorno’s feverish mind in that moment. The bitemarks were free from the bandage once again, violet, swelling with blood, aching to the touch, the holes digging deep in the young boss’s flesh. Giornos’ hands were clutching the man’s white jacket, his grip being weak and shaky.

— « Padre… He’s DIO, DIO Brando… He’s a v-vampire… » He gulped, his body twitching, foggy blue eyes looking at the other. « N-No, t-there’s no need –Bruno, P-please… a-are you going to t-torment me f-for what I’ve done. . ? »

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   Bruno sighed and he took a seat at a chair near Giorno’s bed. “Grazie…” he mumbled before crossing his arms. He had...

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   【 ✮ 】— He was icy against his trembling skin. The hand caressing his cheek and hair was cold like a corpse’s, and Giorno...