Before I do so, I'll ask you to cease insinuating that he could have possibly had a hand in my demise. Speedwagon if anything was the one whom saved my life between those moments, and I'll not have his name smeared in such a way!
As I said, at the time I was seeking the source of my father's illness- a poison truly- and had traced it to Ogre street. He is the one who helped me to locate the peddler who sold it, and from there, who purchased it...my step-brother. We cornered him at my estate, but my step-brother had in his possession a mask that I had been investigating. What I describe now occurred a few months before my end, but I assure you this is quite vital. For this was the night that he made use of this mask to become something inhuman- a vampire of my own world's making. The fight between us took the home down in flames- and a great deal of cleverness, to outwit his strength. T'was Speedwagon who pulled me safely out from the threshold of this building, and brought me to a hospital to recover, and despite his lack of skill in what would be needed to face him, he accompanied me the moment we realized he'd survived. In theory, I was then successful the second time...
[But Jonathan sighs.]
Sometime later, my wife and I set out for our honeymoon- but one of Dio's crafted ghouls, reanimated corpses, had survived to salvage what was left of him. His head. They caught me quite off guard- they turned much of the residents of the boat before I was aware of what was occurring, and so we were quite trapped. With all I could, down to my final breath, I was able to pin him in place that Erina could escape- with the infant of another passenger in hand, and unbeknownst to myself, our future child.
[As he explains that final end, he briefly runs a hand over his throat. But ah, he pushes it from mind.]
Speedwagon I'm told was quite distraught over this incident...he did what he could to clean his act in fact, though, when he arrived here I fear that being left without much in the way of resource tempted him to return to the life of a street thug, at least until it rather backfired upon him!
[The man sighs.] ...I do miss him...he was quite a wonderful friend, truly the first I'd had in fact. My step-brother did a rather good job of making sure I had none growing up after all.
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As I said, at the time I was seeking the source of my father's illness- a poison truly- and had traced it to Ogre street. He is the one who helped me to locate the peddler who sold it, and from there, who purchased it...my step-brother. We cornered him at my estate, but my step-brother had in his possession a mask that I had been investigating. What I describe now occurred a few months before my end, but I assure you this is quite vital. For this was the night that he made use of this mask to become something inhuman- a vampire of my own world's making. The fight between us took the home down in flames- and a great deal of cleverness, to outwit his strength. T'was Speedwagon who pulled me safely out from the threshold of this building, and brought me to a hospital to recover, and despite his lack of skill in what would be needed to face him, he accompanied me the moment we realized he'd survived. In theory, I was then successful the second time...
[But Jonathan sighs.]
Sometime later, my wife and I set out for our honeymoon- but one of Dio's crafted ghouls, reanimated corpses, had survived to salvage what was left of him. His head. They caught me quite off guard- they turned much of the residents of the boat before I was aware of what was occurring, and so we were quite trapped. With all I could, down to my final breath, I was able to pin him in place that Erina could escape- with the infant of another passenger in hand, and unbeknownst to myself, our future child.
[As he explains that final end, he briefly runs a hand over his throat. But ah, he pushes it from mind.]
Speedwagon I'm told was quite distraught over this incident...he did what he could to clean his act in fact, though, when he arrived here I fear that being left without much in the way of resource tempted him to return to the life of a street thug, at least until it rather backfired upon him!
[The man sighs.] ...I do miss him...he was quite a wonderful friend, truly the first I'd had in fact. My step-brother did a rather good job of making sure I had none growing up after all.