Wow, I've been noticed this story gets a lot of likes. Makes me wonder though... Do all stories on the site get one dislike by default? So much for love and tolerance. Or maybe it's because of the community tolerating the haters. Oh well, next chapter.

Twilight was busy speaking to the courts alongside the police sergeant she had saved, regarding the inheritance of the Joestar family estate. As was expected, Dio's blatant criminal activities meant he was cut out of George's will by default, leaving the estate split evenly between Twilight and Jonathan. Even with the loss of the manor it was quite a sizable fortune, though small comfort with the loss of their home. 'I suppose we can always use some of the fortune to rebuild,' Twilight thought, 'But it won't be the same with Father gone.'

As the they walked outside, the sergeant gave a sigh. "It's a good thing I hold such a high position in Scotland Yard, or I'd be the laughing stock after the report I gave. Vampires. Even my subordinates are skeptical, save those who were there that night. What of Jonathan and Mister Speedwagon?" "I've already used some of my share of the inheritance to get Robert medical attention," Twilight explained, surprising the sergeant with the use of Speedwagon's first name, "Jonathan has been admitted to the same hospital. I'll be going to see them both momentarily."

She saw the look the sergeant was giving her, then smiled. "You know what Robert said about rich folk. Well, I could say the same about most of the street thugs out there. Robbing, killing, and raping without any care or even need. But Robert and his gang are honorable. Unlike Dio, I can truly say they were victims of circumstance. Had they been born anywhere else, they no doubt would have become decent folk. As it is, they may be on their way there regardless. Me and Robert got to talking as we went to confront Dio, and... Well... We grew close."

"Speaking of Dio," the sergeant said, "We're still looking for his remains. Crazy what happened. He was merely a monster before, but that mask turned him into nothing short of the devil." The two found themselves outside the courthouse. "Will you be needing a coach, Miss Twilight?," the sergeant asked. "No need," Twilight replied, "I've already arranged transport." The sergeant looked amazed as a makeshift steam car approached, driven by some of Speedwagon's crew. "Ready when you are, Miss Twilight," Tattoo said, as Twilight hopped aboard.

When Twilight arrived at the hospital, she was met with an unusual sight. Speedwagon was arguing with a female nurse who could barely be seen from a crack in the door he was in front of. 'She looks familiar,' Twilight noted. "Damn it all," Speedwagon cursed. "Having trouble there, Robert," Twilight said as she approached. "Ah, Twilight," Speedwagon said when he saw her, "I was hoping to get to see Jojo to help cheer him up. You seem to be in high spirits, but Jonathan... Well, you two lost both your home and your father. I know what Jojo said, but I still fear for his will to live."

He looked back at the door. "But that nurse seemed adamant he not have visitors. Maybe you could try. She might make an exception for Jonathan's sister." Twilight rubbed her chin. She knocked on the door. "Hello. I'd like to see Jonathan, please?" "I'm busy tending to him," came a woman's voice, "Please come back at a later time." Twilight was taken aback. "Erina? Erina, is that you?" There was a sudden gasp, and the door swung open. "Twilight! What are you doing here?"

"What of you?," Twilight asked, "What fortune of fate made you Jonathan's nurse?" "Those two know each other then?," Speedwagon asked. "We were childhood friends," Erina explained, "When I heard Jonathan had been admitted for burn injuries, I immediately begged Father to be the one to take care of him." Speedwagon then noticed Erina's hands, her fingers violet. "Have you really been tending to Jonathan for the last three days? That's some devotion."

Erina looked confused, but Speedwagon pointed to her fingers. "You've no injuries of your own, but your fingers are violet from blood, no doubt Jojo's. Tending to burn injuries isn't like setting a broken limb or cracked ribs." "But where have you been all this time?," Twilight asked, "Your last letter said you and your father were leaving London, but we haven't seen you for seven years." "Father and I were traveling to India," Erina explained, "His work was needed for an important expedition, and since he's my only parent I had to go as well. We only recently returned."

Speedwagon chuckled. "It seems I misread you earlier. I thought you were a cold person, but perhaps you were just being hyper-aware of anyone coming to see Jojo." Erina smiled. "I also seemed to have misjudged you. I had no idea you knew Jonathan and Twilight." "Only recently," Speedwagon admitted, "But I've gotten to know them well enough to know they're good people. Seems we can leave Jonathan's care in your hands, Miss. You make a far better Florence Nightingale than I could, at any rate."

Late that night, Jonathan began to stir in his bed, as he opened his eyes, he noticed Erina but couldn't really recognize her at first. "Ah, you're awake Jonathan," Erina said, relieved, "You're past the danger stage now." Jonathan nodded. "Have you been nursing me all this time? You look so familiar... But it couldn't be... Your face reminds me of a girl I loved when I was a youth." Erina giggled. "Would her name happen to be... Erina Pendleton?"

Jonathan smiled in realization. "It's you... Erina! You've certainly grown." Erina blinked. "Me? But you've grown a fair sight more." She had certainly been surprised at the large and muscular frame Jonathan had developed. Still, she smiled, as there was something more important to Jonathan. "But you are still that boy I knew from seven years ago, Jojo." The two smiled at each other. As Erina turned back to the wash bin, her exhaustion finally caught up with her. As she fainted, Jonathan quickly caught her Erina gasped in shock. "Jonathan, you're arms still broken, yet you still caught me!" Jonathan smiled at her. "I'll always be there to catch you... No matter what."

Back at the remains of the Joestar manor, Wang Chen was digging through the rubble. He smiled when he finally found what he was looking for. "I predicated from the facial features of Dio that he would not see the inside of a jail cell," he noted, "But I thought he would see luck from the devil. Turns out his fortune took a darker turn." He brushed some dirt away from the stone mask and smiled. "The disaster took me by surprise, but it worked out well. To think this mask held such secrets. It's certain to fetch a high price."

He reached for the mask, only to scream in pain as Enya stabbed him with a small knife. "I was wondering why you were scuttling about here," she said, "I had been looking for Dio, but it seems you had other designs. But I'm sure my beloved can find a better use for you. Justice!" The small mist that was surrounding the area seeped into Wang's open wound, paralyzing him. Then, an arm burst from the ground and grabbed Wang's still outstretched arm, draining him of his blood. As Dio rose from the dirt, he smiled. "Enya... Thank you."