Twilight and Jonathan went to see their father, accompanied by a troupe of hand-picked medical professionals. Poor George was looking much worse, his normally dark hair having gone prematurely gray, and his cough was near constant. "Father," Jonathan said, "Twilight and I will be going to London for two or three days. I ask only that you accept help from these doctors, and do not accept treatment from anyone else." The butler and other servants were shocked at this, but George calmed them down.

"If you insist on this," he said to Jonathan, "You two clearly have your reasons, even if I don't know what those are. I ask only that you are careful. Even without the slayings done by this so-called Jack the Ripper, London can be a very dangerous city." The two siblings nodded, and headed out by coach. It was the middle of winter, and a blanket of snow was already covering the countryside. "Father's gotten worse, hasn't he?," Twilight asked. Jonathan nodded. "It won't be enough just to identify the poison. We'll also need an antidote."

Meanwhile, Dio was sneaking through the study. He carefully used a knife to open a drawer at the desk Jonathan and Twilight had been working at. Inside was the stone mask and a journal. "As I thought," he whispered quietly, "They've taken Pop's letter and the poison with them when they left. But luckily I was also searching for this. Twilight had only asked if I knew what was happening with the mask, and that was technically true. But I did see what it had done when a bit of my blood got on it."

He looked through the journal and saw a diagram Twilight had written, which showed the tendrils of the mask piercing the brain, along with some cliff-notes questioning possible reasons for this. Dio carefully held the mask away from him while he pricked his finger, and applied the blood to the mask. In an instant the tendrils appeared. Dio grinned. "This is perfect. With this, I can bypass Twilight's mysterious psychic powers to kill Jonathan. Maybe I can even use it to kill Twilight. The police will conclude it was an accident, and end the investigation early."

Out in London, Twilight and Jonathan were surprised when the coach they were riding suddenly stopped. "What is it?," Jonathan asked the coachman. "Sorry, sir and madam," the coachman said, "But I dare not go any further. This here is Ogre Street, an infamous part of London. It's not welcoming to a gentleman or lady, only the cursed of society. And whenever an epidemic hits the city, you can be sure it started here."

The two siblings stepped out, unheeding. "We know all about this place," Twilight assured him, "And we're quite capable of handling ourselves." "Don't wait up for us," Jonathan said, "We'll fetch another coach when we're done here." The coachman gulped, but raced off back to the Joestar estate. "Think we'll find what we need here?," Twilight asked. "We couldn't identify the poison," Jonathan noted, "But we do have some clues. Dio was originally from London, and he mentioned an oriental apothecary where he got the poison he used to kill Dario."

They started walking through the streets, but it was like a maze. At one point, they found themselves at a dead-end marked with a human face painted on the wall. "Looks like a gang sign," Twilight noted, "Which means..." She heard the sound of distant running. "We've entered their territory." Sure enough, three men came running at them. One was blonde and wearing a ruffled suit with a bowler hat. One had a tattoo on his faced and brandished a knife. And one looked to be Chinese.

"Start with the big guy, Tattoo," the blonde man said, "Give him your knife." The one called Tattoo grinned as he lunged at Jonathan, his knife aimed for the liver. However, Jonathan was able to grab the knife and hold it fast, albeit with some minor blood loss as the blade scrapped across his skin. The blonde man looked taken aback. "He went and grabbed the knife with his bare hands..."

Tattoo was stunned, but then grinned. "An impressive move, but all I have to do is twist the knife and you'll be short a few fingers." "Go ahead and try," Jonathan declared, "I'll just kick you straight in the groin." Tattoo had to bite his cheek to keep from screaming as Jonathan made good on his promise. As the man collapsed, Jonathan said, "I am here to protect my father, and the House of Joestar! The loss of a few fingers pales in comparison to that!"

"Tough talk," the Chinese man said as he leapt into the air, "But let's see that talk when my kung fu kick sends you into the afterlife!" Before he could land his kick, he got a surprise when Twilight grabbed his leg in mid-air and threw him against the wall. "I've spent some time studying Chinese fighting styles," she explained, "Don't think you can catch us off-guard so easily. Come to think of it, you're Chinese aren't you? We're looking for a shop that sells oriental poisons. You wouldn't happen to know of it by any chance?"

The blonde man chuckled. "Well, you two certainly are tougher than most rich folk we've accosted, but there's still me to deal me." "Hold on," Jonathan said, "We don't need to fight. My sister and I are just here to find the man who sells oriental poisons." If the blonde man was listening, he was clearly ignoring Jonathan. He slipped a finger across the brim of his hat, which fell away to reveal three spinning blades. He then made a display of spinning the hat across his shoulders that reminded Twilight of a street performer.

Jonathan sighed and crossed his arms. The blonde man narrowed his eyes. 'This man is a total beginner. He's only protecting his head. The rest of him is wide open.' He made to toss his hat, but got thrown off target when had to dodge Tattoo's knife, which Jonathan had kicked over to him. As a result, the hat wound up digging into Jonathan's arm. The blonde man laughed. "Sounds like the blade's hit bone!" He stopped laughing when he saw Jonathan rushing at him, striking him in the face with a powerful kick.

As Jonathan removed the hat, Twilight walked over to the blonde man. "I hope you understand now," she said, "Our father's life is on the line. We're prepared to take whatever injuries we must if it means saving him." As the blonde man looked at Twilight, her head framed by the full moon, he was dazzled by her beauty. 'It seems I've been soundly beaten,' he thought, 'In more ways than one. Clearly these two are no easy mark.' Just then, he heard the rest of his gang approaching, ready for a fight.

Twilight and Jonathan put their guard up, but the blonde man picked himself up. "That's enough boys! If any of you lay a hand on this gentleman and lady, then I, Speedwagon, won't forgive you!" Twilight looked at him. "Your name is Speedwagon?" Speedwagon managed to stand up. "Robert EO Speedwagon at your service. I observed the way you fought. Tattoo and Yun will be nursing those wounds for a few days, however..." The aforementioned gangsters were getting up, in pain but otherwise fine. "It seems there's no permanent damage."

He looked to Jonathan. "And your kick earlier. With your size and strength you should have been able to smash my face in, yet you held back. Can I ask why?" "We're here for our father," Jonathan repeated, "But you and your men must have family in this city too. It would sadden them if your lives were taken." Speedwagon couldn't help but chuckle. "You certainly have a naive viewpoint, but it's refreshing to meet someone from the upper class that truly deserves their moniker of 'gentleman' or 'lady'."

He picked his hat back up. "As for that apothecary, the one selling oriental poisons. I know the man you're talking about. He's a nasty piece of work. If you need to find to him, then I'll gladly be your guide to make up for my actions this evening." "The poison afflicting our father is slow-acting," Twilight said, "Do you think this man has an antidote for it?" "Probably," Speedwagon replied, "No self-respecting chemist would make a slow-acting poison and not produce the antidote, if for no other reason than the possibility that it could be used against him." The trio started walking as Speedwagon's gang parted before them.

In a bar located at a port town not far from the Joestar property, Dio was angrily downing a bottle of whiskey. He had heard from the coachman about Jonathan and Twilight going to Ogre Street. While this meant he could be rid of them without even needing the stone mask, it wasn't as sure a thing. Twilight had that strange psychic power and both she and Jonathan were expert fighters, meaning there was no guarantee that they would die out there.

"Another bottle?," came the sultry voice of a young woman. Dio looked at her. She was an interesting woman that appeared to come from some Middle Eastern nation, if her lightly dark skin and platinum blonde hair were any indication. She was dressed like a Turkish belly dancer. Dio took the bottle, but then got a look at her left hand. The thumb had a surgical scar. The woman sighed as she sat down. "Strange isn't it? I was born with my left hand being shaped like a right hand. I was lucky enough that I was able to afford surgery to correct this when I came to Britain, but it still meant I needed to work for more money."

"I've seen worse," Dio admitted, "And it's more fascinating then strange to me. What's your name, anyway?" The woman smiled. "Enya Geil. And you?" "Dio Brando," Dio replied. The two got to talking, and anyone watching thought that they might be falling for each other. "A strange power...," Enya said when Dio spoke of Twilight, "I think I know what you might be referring to. I too possess such a power. Different from Twilight's, but stemming from the same source." That got Dio's attention.

Dio started walking with Enya back to the manor. He was planning on passing her off as a new potential wife. Knowing George, he'd likely accept it without question. Of course, once his plans were finished, Dio did plan on marrying Enya for real. He finished off his whiskey bottle, then groaned. "What's wrong?," Enya asked. "It's just so frustrating," Dio explained, "That all the problems in my life have caused me to sink to my bastard father's level."

Just then, he wound up bumping against some man and his partner. "Hey!," the man called out, "I just got stains on my jacket because of you, prick! Your mommy know you're out here with some harlot!" Dio instantly saw red. Unlike Jonathan, he had plenty of time to get to know his mother, and regarded her as an angel who deserved far better than his father. Flipping his bottle so he was holding the neck, he slammed it against the old man's face.

The bottle shattered, the glass shards causing lacerations in the man's cheeks and tongue. The other man pulled out a curved knife. "You bastard! You'll pay for that!" Dio smirked. "I think this is a good chance to test my plan. Enya?" Enya smiled. "Justice!" The dense mist that permeated the air suddenly seemed to enter the man Dio struck. To his bewilderment, he moved to restrain his friend. "What are you doing!?," the second man asked. "I-I don't know!," the injured man insisted, "I swear I'm not moving my own body!"

Dio then got out the stone mask and placed it on the bound man's face. "If there's one thing I can say I like about Twilight," he said, "It's her meticulous study habits. Because of that, I was able to figure out how to manipulate this mask easily." He grabbed the man's knife and dug it into the neck of the man holding him, causing the blood to splatter onto the mask. However, rather than the blood spray he was expecting, the mask seemed to glow with light. "What on Earth!?," Dio asked in shock as he and Enya backed away.

However, the man seemed to slump to the ground as the mask stopped glowing. The two lovers breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid something terrible was going to happen for a second there," Dio admitted, "But it looks like Twilight's research didn't lie. The mask appears to just be for torture and execution." As they turned, they heard a sudden groaning. The whirled back around to see the bum get up as if nothing happened. The mask fell from his face, and prominent fangs could be seen in his mouth.

The man lunged at the two, but was blinded by the mist created by Enya's Stand. He thought he saw them at one point, but when he went to attack, he wound up running into a lamppost, bending it as he did. "So your mist can also create illusions," Dio noted, "Good to know." He grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the man's neck. However, this didn't seem to faze him, causing him to simply try to punch Dio. Dio dodged aside, causing the man to hit a solid stone wall.

To the couple's shock, the wall got completely pulverized. "He doesn't feel any pain," Enya realized. The man used his other hand to pick up a large rock. Dio tried to run, but felt his body get paralyzed. He managed to reach up to his collarbone, and felt blood. The man must have managed to scratch him with the last attack, yet it did significant damage. The man was about to throw the stone, but Enya stepped in. "Justice!" The mist entered into the man, causing him to slow down.

However, his dead friend was nearby. Fighting with unnatural strength, the man managed to reach his hand towards the dead man's neck. To Dio and Enya's horror, the man seemed to suck up all the blood from the ground and the corpse, growing younger and healing his wounds as he did. Dio gasped in realization. "I get it now... I know what this mask is supposed to be!" As the newly revived man freed himself from Enya's Stand, he approached her.

Before he could get close, however, the dawn started to break. The man turned to the blinding light, turning to dust from the head down as the sun shone upon him. Once he was completely destroyed, Dio couldn't help but laugh. "So that's what this all about. Vampires. To think they really exist. And this mask has the power to turn a man into a vampire." He picked up the mask. "Using this on Jonathan would just give him more power to use against me. It should go to a more fitting cause."

Dio and Enya returned to the manor. Seeing another coach had already pulled up, Dio frowned. "I see. So Jonathan and Twilight were able to return. Which means they have the evidence they need to prove I was trying to kill Lord Joestar." "Shall I go in with you?," Enya asked, "You'll need someone with a power similar to Twilight's to beat her." "But from what I've seen," Dio said, "Her power has an advantage over yours. Even if she can't use it to block your mist, you still need an open wound to control someone. Her power seems to reflect physical damage. No, I'll need you to help me escape should the worst come to pass."

He walked into the manor, the place rather dark and empty. He looked around, and thought he heard something in the dining hall. Entering, he whirled around as he heard a match being struck. In the dim light, Jonathon could be seen. "Jojo," Dio said, feigning concern, "You're back from London. When I heard you and Twilight went to Ogre Street, I grew worried. Where is she? Is she alright?" "She's fine," Jonathan assured him, "She's tending to Father. We found an antidote to the poison that was killing him. Your plans have failed."

He closed his eyes. "Dio... We were raised as brothers, so it pains me to turn you over to the police. But for the honor of our house, and for the sake of justice, I really have no choice." Dio sighed, his eyes softening. "I understand... That's the sort of man you are. However, if you will allow me a final selfish request, can you give me some time. I found a girl who I fell in love with while you were away. And I want to settle things with her before I turn myself in."

Jonathan nodded. "Could you tell me why you even went this far? Father raised you, you wanted for nothing. Yet you still took steps to claim our family's estate for yourself." "I blame my poor upbringing," Dio explained, tears in his eyes, "It led me to such foolishness, trying to poison the man who helped me." Dio was faking it all, save for falling in love with Enya, but his plan was to draw Jonathan closer, then kill him to activate the mask for himself.

However, another sound of a match striking put a stop to all that. "I wouldn't trust this man, Mister Joestar," came Speedwagon's voice, "There's a clear air of deception about him." Dio whirled around to see the blonde man, Twilight on his arm. "Allow me to introduce myself," Speedwagon said, "Robert EO Speedwagon. Mister Joestar and Miss Twilight met me on Ogre Street and impressed me with their genuine nobility. Because of that I helped them find the information they were looking for."

He and Twilight walked over to where Jonathan was standing. "Like you, I grew up in the slums," Speedwagon explained, "And I've met all kinds of villains. To survive I developed the ability to tell a good person from a bad one just from the smell of them. And you, Mister Dio Brando, smell worse than shit! Claim it's your poor upbringing all you like, but from what I can tell, you were evil since the day you were born!" He walked over to a nearby curtain and put his hand behind it. "Mister Joestar, I recommend we have him arrested right away."

He pulled out an elderly Chinese man from behind the curtain. Dio gasped as he recognized Wang Chen, the oriental apothecary he got the poison from. "From the look on your face you recognize this man," Speedwagon said, "After the three of us got through with him he was more than willing to cooperate with the police." Twilight grabbed the cord for the curtain and pulled, revealing George and a squadron of police officers.

"Dio," George said sadly, "I can't tell you how sorrowful this makes me. Your father saved my life, and I raised you with love and hope as my own. And still... You try to take more from me." He turned toward the stairs. "I must rest in my room. I don't want to see my son led away in chains." Dio thought quickly. He still had the stone mask and the knife from earlier hidden in his sling. Nodding, he sighed. "It seems I have no choice. Jojo, would you be the one to place the cuffs on me... For the sake of the seven years we spent together."

Jonathan nodded, taking the handcuffs from the officers and approaching Dio. Twilight and Speedwagon got ready in case Dio tried anything, but he just stood still until Jonathan was about to place the cuff on. Dio smiled. "It seems there are limits to human capability. And that's why... I reject my humanity!" He immediately pulled out the stone mask. He then broke out of his sling and grabbed the knife. "And I'll use your blood to do so, Jojo!"

Twilight quickly prepared to use her Stand to stop Dio, like she always had, but got a shock when, instead, George stepped in front of the dagger, getting stabbed in the back as a result. "Shoot him!," the police chief demanded. Dio just laughed as the mask dug into his brain, the tendrils activated by George's blood. The blinding light from the mask confused Twilight and Jonathan. 'Just what did Dio do?,' Twilight wondered, 'Why would he willingly put the mask on?'

A lot of people with medical knowledge will cry fowl regarding Enya's explanation for her reverse hand (remember that, like her son, she has two right hands). My hand wave is that the surgeon was a Stand user. I think you can fill in the blanks from there. Either way, tell me what you think about Enya being introduced early.