A/N: Okay, so I really should not be doing this, but whatever, I love this show too much to care. It's my favorite! And I've had the idea for a while. That said, the reason I should NOT be doing this is because this is all I have written so far (Don't worry, I do have the whole thing plotted), so updates might be sporadic like most of my stories.

Anywho though, what's done is done, and I can't help but be excited because again, I LOVE THIS SHOW! So Without further ado, here's the prologue.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the wonderful journey that is Jojo's Bizarre Adventures. This was made for entertainment purposes only with no intent on copy infringement.

Update 11/21/19, okay, so I know it's been a hot minute since this has been updated (ohmygodawholefuckingyear) but it is NOT abandoned. Life has been kicking my ass lately, and to be honest, I've forgotten a lot of the story I've written thus far. I'm trying to get back to things by going through and doing a (likely much-needed) edit on everything thus far, and then HOPEFULLY, I'll be back in the swing of things. Sorry for the wait everyone, but let's get this.

I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. -Sylvia Plath

The State of Dreaming Prologue

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Evelyn stood frozen, her hands clutched to her chest, eyes wide despite her efforts to conceal her emotions. Clearly, she was anything but unaffected - far from it, and he knew it too. She had been his for so long that it was a folly to even attempt to hide something from him. He had infected every part of her by now – and it was a sickness; she was sure of it now. She took shallow breaths, heart thrumming in her ears, and she was unsure if her state was due to her fear or, to her ever-increasing shame, desire. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two, she thought.

Despite everything he had done, she still loved him. If she were asked how or why, the Evelyn doubted she could explain. How could she when she scarcely understood it herself? By all means, she should've hated him like all the others, perhaps more so given their history. Hate would make sense, but hate had never come easily to her. And over the years, she'd learned that nothing made sense when it concerned him.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, and she suppressed a flinch. When had he gotten so close? She didn't even hear him…Keeping her eyes averted, she refused to face him. A wave of sorrow washed over her at the realization that his breath was no longer warm and comforting to her. It felt like ice on her skin - cold as November in London.

"Evelyn," came his voice, low and full of dark promise. His long pale fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and he leaned even closer, his deep voice rumbling in her ear. "You are mine. You always have been, and you always will be. You only have to choose me one more time." He paused and brushed his nose along the sensitive shell of her ear. "It's what you want, isn't it? To be with me?"

More than anything. Ever since she was just a child, that was all she had wanted… and now, he was presenting it to her like a neat little present. But for all that he knew her, she knew him too – even if she had ignored his dark side for so very long. He never did something if it was of no benefit to him. He was making it so easy for her. The Lord knew she wanted to accept, but there were so many reasons to refuse.

So much in her life had been taken from her. Rarely, had she even been offered a choice, and just this once, she wished to make the choice herself. Her sins already burned her in hell's eternal flame. Would it even matter if she made a deal with the devil himself?

But ... But maybe, just maybe, he would change for her. Or at least that's what the hopeful voice that had followed her throughout her life whispered. If Evelyn couldn't save him, then no one could. He would never turn himself in she knew. His pride wouldn't allow it, and she wouldn't either. He would die for his crimes, for what he'd become. However, they could flee together and start a new life. Maybe across the sea. Could she convince him to follow her? Would he even want to?

Finally growing impatient with her silence, he grasped her shoulders and spun her to face him. His face was calm, but his eyes burned crimson. They stood so close he was almost pressed against her, his hair falling around her face. His scent enveloped her - all darkness and autumn spices and something she could only describe as utterly him. Now though, underlying it all, was the heavy, dizzying scent of blood. He was so different now, yet Evelyn also realized with muted horror that he was exactly the same in just as many ways. Perhaps more himself than he'd ever been before. And that frightened her too.

As his fingers trailed up her arms, raising goosebumps along the skin, he tilted her chin upward, and she found herself trapped in his commanding gaze.

"Everything you've always wanted… Everything we've always wanted … can finally be ours," he promised, leaning impossibly closer, their noses brushing. His eyes ... He seemed so sincere, but Jonathan had mentioned ... No, this was different. He cared for her too. She knew he had to. Throughout it all, he hadn't tried to kill her once. He wasn't trying to kill her now.

"The respect, the status, the riches… We'll have it all. I'll rule as king," he continued. "And after all you've done for me, there is none more deserving to be my queen."

The same question echoed over and over in her head. Would he change for her? Could he even? She had to try anyways, didn't she? Everyone else had given up on him. Everyone. No one cared enough to try. But she had promised herself that she would never leave him, so how could she refuse?

She hoped Jonathan would forgive her.

She hoped God would forgive her.

With a nod so small it was almost imperceptible, she whispered, "I accept," against his cool lips.

She felt his smirk more than saw it, and another shudder wracked her frame. Already, she regretted her decision. She had to wonder, how had it all come to this?

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To Be Continued

A/N: Well, there it is. I knew this was bound to happen eventually, but I honestly hadn't planned on posting it for quite sometime. That, along with several other, Sylvia Plath quote got to me, and so here we are. I hope y'all liked it!

Let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading! I'll get the next installment out soon!

ONWARD!

-Alyssa