~Taste~ (Vincentã—Rody) Answers Needed

{ฯRodyฯ}

   I continued to sit on the couch, and look at the TV, that was only playing infomercials at the moment. Vincent was on the phone with someone, but I couldn’t tell who, and I didn’t feel like eavesdropping on him currently. Last night was a train wreck, I didn’t even manage to confront him about the damn papers.. And the way Mrs. Vacher talked about Manon’s and Vincent’s relationship made me feel like I was going to puke. Would he even answer my questions at this poin- AGH-

   My eyes widened a bit, as I felt teeth clamp down on my neck, and arms wrap around my shoulders. I knew immediately it was Vincent, of course. “Lamoree, what’re you thinking about,” Vincent asked, his lips moving against my neck. I glanced at him. His black eyes pierced into mine, and I felt like I would never be able to ask him. But I felt like I had to.. But I needed to start off small. “I can ask you questions, right.?” He continued to look at me, then nodded a bit. He let go of me, walked around the couch, then sat next to me. “Of course, as long as it’s not stupid.” Great.. What if he thinks my questions about Manon are stupid.. “Alright.. Why do you bite my neck so much? I thought you couldn’t taste anything..” It was quiet for a moment, before he looked away from me a bit, as if thinking about how to explain it. “I can actually taste what your blood and skin taste like. I can’t really taste anything else, I only can tell if I like a food by its texture.” I nodded a little, then looked away from him again, towards the floor.

   I couldn’t do it..

 “Weak. So. Weak. You can’t even look at him right now.” Her face was in my face, her dead eyes staring into mine. “Rody, look at me.” “You’ve always been so weak. Your little brother and father wouldn’t be proud, now would they?” My face was suddenly turned towards Vincent, his black eyes boring into my own. “You know you have something else on your mind. Spit it out, I don’t have all day.” I took a deep breath, Manon’s ‘spirit’ was gone. I got up, and went into my room, hearing Vincent follow me. He leaned against the doorway as I knelt down and grabbed the papers from under the bed. I sifted through them, making sure they were all there. They were.. I was almost mad at them. Mad at them for existing, mad at them for being a thing. Mad at papers that could possibly kill me.. Oh god, what if he kills me over this..?! I heard Vincent’s footsteps against the hardwood floor, and then him snatching the papers out of my hands. I stared up at him as he looked through the papers. “So, you found them.” “Yes..” I muttered. He glanced between me, then the papers. “You have a bad habit of snooping.”

   He knelt down in front of me, setting the papers aside, as if they didn’t matter. As if there weren’t a million questions, as if they meant nothing, or shouldn’t mean anything at all. “You know I have questions, right..” “Yes, but why would they mean anything? They wouldn’t change the fact she’s dead, and that you’re with me now.” He cupped my face a bit harshly. “Like I said earlier, I don’t like stupid questions.” I glared, and grabbed his wrist. “No. Answer me, I want you to be fully truthful. This isn’t about what you find meaningful, this about me needing closure.! I can’t fully get over you killing Manon!! I don’t understand, I mean, why-?! Why her?!?! There are so many other people you could kill, and eat, y’know??..” I snapped at him. He stared at me, and I felt like I saw what I had seen that fateful night flash in his eyes again. “Fine. Ask away.”  

   I stared at him for a moment, before attempting to recollect myself, and looking at the papers. “What were you with Manon..” “If you’re asking if I loved her, I didn’t. I just simply acted like her friend, like I cared.” He crouched, and lifted my chin, making sure I continued to look at him. “I didn’t.” He cut himself off. He looked into my eyes, his black eyes feeling like they were searching my soul, my mind, my heart. “I didn’t care for her like I care for you. Not at all like how I care for you.”