Kujo Jotarou and Josef Joestar, 3rd and fifth generations of the Joestars had made a visit to Dio's abode a couple of months ago. Along with them were two other strong Stand users, Avdul and Polnareff, Polnareff being one who used to be on Dio's side. Betrayal by one of the most strongest of his, but it was fortunate that Polnareff wasn't one of the most brightest. The visit had cost Dio a lot. Though Avdol and Polnareff along with Joseph was seriously hurt, Jotarou had made so much damage on Dio. It had been months as Dio have been eating off humans one by one, to recover himself.

Jotarou it seemed, had already developed his Stand to the point that it was rival that of 'The World'. Their battle had resulted in Dio losing most of his upper body. When his 'Star Platinum' stand had broken Dio's body in half, he had made a little safety precaution and called for his own Stand, 'The World' to cut his head off it's body. Saving him from eternal death.

Jotarou resembled his great grandfather a lot. His great grandfather, Jonathan Joestar, who was Dio's rival back in the 19th century in England. They had literally fought to the death and though Dio did kill off Jonathan, he had to rest at the bottom of the ocean for long periods of time until some group of fisherman fished him out.

In any case, he's back in full power right now, at least for this short while. He needs to find more blood. Fresh blood of Stand users. Someone that can sustain him for a long period of time.

Just at that moment, a man came in. he was very well built, good looking man, with long white hair and a band around his head, holding his hair from totally covering his face.

"Vanilla Ice, come in." Dio invited.

Vanilla Ice, who was dead from his battle with Polnareff is now walking, fully recovered from Dio's blood extraction.

"Lord Dio, I humbly bow before you and offer you my services again." Vanilla Ice exclaimed and knelt before Dio.

"Arise Vanilla Ice. I am in need of pure blood of Stand users. And soon, Ya'akob will return with, what I hope to be good results. When he does, accompany him to that Stand user and deliver him to me." Dio commanded.

"Yes, Lord Dio." Vanilla Ice accepted the mission and left the chamber. Dio looked at his hand, which is getting more wrinkly than it was about two hours ago.

"Vanilla Ice!"

"Yes Lord Dio?"

"I changed my mind. Bring Ya'akob here instead."

"Yes, Lord Dio."

<Flight 669 to America will be boarding in 4 minutes. All passengers please get on board.>

Ya'akob was picking up his bag as he just woke up in the gate to his flight and was about to leave. He looks around frantically and then ran towards the flight attendant who was at the door leading to the plane.

He was about to give his ticket to the flight attendant only to realise that he has no more right hand. The hand was cut clean away from arm and the flight attendant shrieked. This didn't last long as the flight attendant's head disappeared from the neck. Again, it was a very clean cut.

Ya'akob doubled back and fell on his butt to the ground, he looked up and saw something strange. There was a large round area of the air that looked a bit maginified. Then, part of the air opened and a face appeared in the opened air. A face too familiar to Ya'akob.

"V-V-V-Vanilla Ice! Wh-What are y-you doing here?" Ya'akob stammered.

The weird air suddenly imploded inself and out of the implosion came Vanilla Ice. He walked over to Ya'akob and pulled Ya'akob by his handless arm. Ya'akob winced in pain.

"By orders of Lord Dio, I am to bring you back to him." Vanilla Ice said and then a horrific being came out from Vanilla Ice's back. The being had an almost skeletal like figure except that it was well built, huge claws and a mask on it's head.

"C-C-Cream!" Ya'akob stammered again, "No, please, not your Stand, don't kill me like this, Vanilla Ice!!"

Vanilla Ice remained silent and in an instant flash, Cream, Vanilla Ice's form manifestation of his psychic ability, or also known as Stand, ate him up along with Ya'akob and what replaced their place was the weird magnified air again. The Ball of Magnified air than flew off trough the window, making a clean cut through it and also went through the airplane, again, making a solid clean hole in the airplane. Just after that, the ball turned around and decided to do the trick on the plane's engine. As it did that and flew away, the plane exploded, burning about half the airport with it, in the next hours.

"Ya'akob, you were trying to run away from me, aren't you?" Dio asked.

"No, no, I wasn't, really, I just cannot find any Stand Users in Turkey anymore. I did sense a lot of them in the United States, so I was just buying a ticket to confirm my suspicion! Really!" Ya'akob answered, protecting himself at the same time.

"Oh don't lie, Ya'akob, you're such a bad liar. You are an old man, and your physical traits are so small, which would result in your Stand power being weak now. Your power cannot sense the whole world anymore, not like when it did decades ago when first found you.

"Now, personally, I think I should just kill you off, Ya'akob, but then, you did serve me for a long time already. In fact, hiding yourself during the Joestars visit to Egypt and Cairo and Turkey was a pretty smart thing you did. Saved your hide. So guess what?"

"Wh-what?"

"I'm gonna make you a part of me instead. Even if you're old, you're still a Stand user and your blood might prove to be more better than that of the drug addict you offered to me."

Ya'akob fell to the ground, kneeling when Dio's hand went into his head, sucking his blood into him.

"Ahhhh, rejuvenated again."

Ya'akob's limping body fell to the ground and he was also still breathing. Almost all dried up, he muttered something.

"Nuuuhh Yuhhhhh... hissssss thrrrr... jsssst..."

Dio looked at him and then raised his eyebrows as most of Ya'akob's muttering made sense to him.

"New York?"

Ya'akob's limping head nodded.

"Interesting. I didn't know that the old man still can live after having me sucked quite a number of his blood. I guess being a Joestar does make you above the capacity of normal mortals. Or normal Stand Users. So, what are you saying to me?"

"Hsssss thrrrrr... soooo sssss hmmmmm"

"Yes... that might be a possibility. Where there is the grandfather, the grandson shouldn't be too far away. Maybe you were speaking the truth, but really, it's all too late now."

"N....oo....."

Dio crushed Ya'akob's small, wrinkly head with his feet.

"Well then... Vanilla Ice." Dio called out.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I'm going to America. You should stay back here and keep guard of the castle. It is time to finish the Joestar line once and for all."

Dio stand on the ledge of a window that looks out to the streets of Turkey. He looked down on the streets of Turkey.

Vanilla Ice looked at the busy streets with him from the window seeing the busy people going all around, buying things, haggling prices, eating food, meeting other people and cars were going at a slow pace along the streets but in an instant second, the whole street is full of dead bodies and destroyed stalls. Blood were splattered everywhere and cars were crashed into shops. Stalls were cut in three maybe four halves and food and vegetables were all around the ground. Body parts can be seen scattered all over the place.

Dio grinned and walked away from the window while Vanilla Ice looked. And then he uttered two words just under his breath.

"The World."

And after that instant, he disappeared from Vanilla Ice's view.

Vanilla Ice looked long into the room and walked out of it.