~Taste~ (Vincentã—Rody) Helping

{ฯRodyฯ}

   I looked around the completely dark room, disoriented from the black surroundings. “Hello.?” I called at. No reply.. I started walking around the void, feeling as though it was never ending… As a bright light flashed down on me, I covered my eyes with my arm, my eyes struggling to adjust. When I could finally open them, I was laying down on a plate. Confused and scared, I realized it was another one of these dreams. I looked up and saw Vincent standing over me with a butcher knife.. I was his next meal… “W-Wait, Vince-nce, no!!!” He aimed for my neck, and chopped on my neck. I screamed out in pain.

   I sat up quickly in bed, and started touching my neck. My breathing was harsh and fast, it felt like I was choking for air. It felt so real, it felt-.. “Rody, are you alright-?” A tired Vincent mumbled in the night. I glanced down at him, still holding my neck with my hands. He looked up at me, and saw me in distress. He sat up, and gently pulled me against himself. He used his thumb to gently wipe my tears, and kissed my cheek. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. He gently rested my head against his chest, and I listened to his heartbeat, quietly, trying to center myself on that. He didn’t really talk to me, or ask why I was breaking down. I guess he wasn’t that good at comforting people, but at least he was trying. He continued to ramble, trying to distract me, and it worked, mostly.

   I felt myself fall asleep to the sound of his voice. I needed to go do something about the rest of Mannon’s body he had..

4 hours later…

   “Can I continue working at the bistro?” I asked Vincent as he finished cleaning the kitchen. He’d just finished making me breakfast again. This tastes so much better than the other crap he made, honestly.. “Why? You still want to work for me?” He asked, closing the oven, and standing up. “Yes! You don’t have to pay me if you don’t want to, but I’d like to have something to do every day-” Vince thought for a second, then shrugged a bit. “Sure, why not.” I smiled a bit. “Thank you-” I fidgeted with the key I had again found in his room. He was really bad at hiding it. 

8 hours later…

   I finished putting the last of the chairs on the tables. Vincent had gotten wine on himself when one of the chefs accidentally spilled it on him. He was so pissed, but I managed to convince him to just try and get it out back at the apartment. I quietly walked over to his office, and opened the door, then quickly went to the freezer. I fumbled the key a bit, but opened the door, and rushed in. I hated it there. I would never walk into a freezer again.. I wandered around a bit, and sure enough, found parts of Mannon. Her head, her legs, and arms. Her torso and upper thighs were nowhere to be seen. I almost gagged as I started picking up the parts of her, and putting it into one of the garbage bags. I tied the bag tightly shut, and ran out of the restaurant with it. I knew her parents were probably looking for her.. They hadn’t contacted me since Mannon and I had done our break, but they never really liked me in the first place. I ran to one of the places she loved to visit, the boardwalk. I went to a palm tree, and dug at the ground by it, as it was a mixture of sand and dirt. I dug and dug, scraping my fingertips against the occasional rock. 

   It went to the point that I kept digging in the midst of my blind misery. My fingertips bleed, the palm of my hands dirtied. It wasn’t till I cut my hand on a random piece of glass that I stopped. I wiped my tears on the sleeve of my shirt, and shoved the bag into the ground. I started piling the dirt and sand back, covering the bag in its entirety. I stayed there, kneeling by the tree, and staring at where I had just hidden her body. I can’t believe I’m helping Vincent hide her… I am really a sick and hopeless romantic…. I tilted my head up to the sky, staring up at the blurry stars, unable to see clearly from the tears flooding my vision. I finally willed myself to get off the ground, and hugged myself as I walked back to the only place someone actually, or at least acted to, love me..

15 minutes later…

   When I was in sight of the bistro, I saw Vincent in a jacket, and casual wear standing in front of the bistro with his arms crossed. He looked tired, and annoyed. “Rody, where the hell have you been? And why is my freezer door open again?” I walked over to him, and put my head against his chest, leaning into him. He didn’t embrace me at first, which I just assumed he was too mad at me to want to hug me. He’ll figure it out eventually.. He then gently hugged me, and pulled me against him. He lifted my hands, looking them over. “Oh, Lamoree, what did you do to yourself.?” I paused for a moment, hearing the concern in his voice. Actual concern. I felt the tears come again, and I cried once more, even harder this time.