An Icy Devil

(Howdy. I'm sure you're from the "JoJo's Bizzare Discord" so, I'll just say this. Both Characters are Characters I've made on the server, named "Meeran Von Klein" and "Diabla Brando". If you'd like to understand this slightly more, read them. That's all. Enjoy!)

It was a particularly quiet night, and a sketchy one at that. A stand user not a month over Twenty-Seven by the name of Meeran walked the silent streets, heading all the way across town, trying to get home. It was Winter, and his day at work seemed the longest it’s ever been, stretching long after the mobs of children that attend the School had left it’s glass doors. ‘Whatever’ he thought, seeing as it was a Friday night, and there was really no reason to hurry up the day after. He could get home as late as he wanted.

That tiny freedom put a small smile on his face. Or, maybe that was just the tiredness getting to his sense of humor. Hard to tell, sometimes. Either way, he didn’t feel like running on the ice-covered sidewalk, so it’d be a long trip home. He had plenty of time to chat with that tiny voice everyone had deep in their Brain Fluid. However, sudden, he heard a ‘CRUNCH’ from behind him. He didn’t spin around, but instead, activating part of his stand, a rectangular device appearing on the side ride side of his head, choked full of mirrors, allowing him to see backwards.

Behind his was a woman wearing rather extravagant clothing, but nothing warm. For god sakes, her belly was exposed! Her well-kept Golden Hair caught his eye, as well as a hint of red he swore he saw in her iris’. The woman began to speak.

“I see you’ve noticed me. That thing on your head, is that a stand? I saw it appear from nowhere. How about you tell me your name?”
She asked in an odd voice, slowly crunching her way forwards, as if he couldn’t see her.

“Stop.” Meeran commanded. “Try something and you won’t see the light of day again.”

If only he knew the irony in that sentence… It was so fitting, the woman felt the need to point it out, with a nice, wide smile. A fang belonged on each upper corner of her mouth, counting two. It was obvious to Meeran, now. She wasn’t normal. He immediately ditched the backpack he had most of his paperwork in, tossing it into a pile of icy snow. The rest of his stand activated, forming straps on his torso, connecting to a Metal box mounted to his back. The center of the box was bored out, a circular hole One foot in diameter disrupting the otherwise flat surface of the Rust-Brown Square.

He got into a combat position, which was simply bracing his legs to jump at any moment. Suddenly, a spine-chilling Wind blew towards him, feeling cold, even through the jacket he had been wearing. The woman began spinning rapidly, and not a second later she had appeared behind him as the same spinning blur. He shot a large Cannonball from box on his back, far exceeding the size limit of the square itself. This caught the Vampire by surprise, who was launched back a good ten feet, carried by the momentum of the projectile.

Just as her and the ball fell, her back hit the ground, and the orb exploded into deadly shrapnel, possibly hundreds of varying pieces digging into the flesh of his attacker. In a few seconds, give or take twelve, every piece faded away, allowing his opponent to become a bloody display fountain, spraying the warmth from her veins all over the icy pavement. He began walking away, lifting up his bag with one arm as he walked. He nearly deactivated his stand, before the woman disappeared, and he felt another chill. He prepared to fire behind him, when she popped up in front, using the spin she had been brought into as extra force in her punch to the side of Meeran’s head. He was thrown into the empty road, cracking and shattering a layer of ice he landed on, chest towards the ground.

The woman laughed, approaching the downed man as slow as she’d like. Which, was quite slow. She gazed down on him with her piercing red eyes, and began speaking as she got to the curb, and stopped.

“You were quite interesting. Unfortunately, you didn’t last long… A single punch, and you’re unconscious, aren’t you?”

Ready to finish off her weakened foe, she stepped onto the ice, every step turning out to be a stomp, instantly shattering the ice below her feet to dust, and allowing normal movement on the asphalt below. She got to him, and knelt down, reaching over his back, towards his neck, when she realized something. His stand. It. Wasn't. Gone.

A scissor-like projectile rocketed from his back, catching half of her forearm and below in it's lethal jaws. It clamped down, as if a pair of scissors had the force of two gorillas pressing each side towards the other. This force easily lopped off the aforementioned area of the attacker's arm, and Meeran shot away, rolling across the slippery ice coating till he reached normal road. He then stood, facing away from the Vampiric villain.

His expression curved from that of dread, reforming into a prideful, confident gaze. Which, the woman couldn't see. He began to speak, now, imitating her previous introduction.

“I see you’ve noticed I'm alive. That thing on the ground, is that a hand I saw it get lopped off out of nowhere. How about you tell me your name?”

She was beginning to boil with rage, before realizing what she had truly found. Practice. She calmed down nearly immediately, the vigorous blood loss from her arm suddenly halting, the stump that was her hand freezing over, with the remains of her forearm turning blue. The hand on the ground continued bleeding, however. Her smile, which had been lost just like her hand, had come back, unlike her hand.

"My name is Diabla Brando. I don't think you know me very well... See, there's this man, named Jonah. A man I'd like to best in battle, but I simply can't! He's a stand user, like you. You're the only other stand user I've fought, and I must say, you're impressive..." She continued explaining, with Meeran slow to follow.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm happy. Now that we've found each other, I can train for when I meet Jonah, hear me?"
Meeran was confused, but got the general memo. Normally, he'd be down for sparring, but... Not with this crazy bit-

She appeared suddenly in front of him, her hand immediately grasping his semi-scrawny neck. She allowed him to breathe, but there was no way he could move her hands from his throat.

"See, new pal? If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead right now."
She claimed, allowing him to escape from the clutches of her freezing hand. He backed up easily ten feet, before spinning around again, facing away from her. This time, he was on the sidewalk.

"You're crazy!" He exclaimed, still rubbing his neck. But deep down, he knew she was correct. He'd be dead and sucked dry, had she wished it.

"I'll give you one last chance. Come on! What's your name?" She inquired, stepping towards him, unworried.

"...Meeran." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

Eventually, she had gotten right behind him, placing her remaining hand on his shoulder.

"Same time in three days, got it?" Stated Diabla, not a spec of negotiation in her voice.

Meeran, overwhelmed, confused, and frankly, scared, nodded in agreement. So, he pat him on the back...Thing... And began walking off without another word. She didn't even face the man she just scared to hell and back whilst teleporting away. But she didn't need to. He knew what he face looked like. A wide, toothy smirk, the likes of which rivals the Devil's own smile.

And with that, he grabbed his backpack, and released his stand, the cannon and eyepiece fading into thin air. He wasn't thinking straight, and would think things over in the morning. Right now, he wanted to get home, lock the door, and hide.

Assuming, he wasn't being followed...