Rody Lamoree works at Vincent Charbonneau's bistro, La gueule de saturne as a waiter. He discovers the unholy things Vincent has done, creating a rift in Rody's life. What'll happen?
this is vincent×rody
WARNING: this fanfic contains nicotine use, cannibalism/gore, cussing, gay stuff(obvi), and regular relationship things.
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-Vincent's Pov-
I walk down the hallway of my apartment, sighing. 'Why did I have to hire him.. If I'd never let him set foot in my damn bistro then I wouldn't be in this situation! I suppose this is partially my fault, I hired Rody knowing about his girlfriend situation and- why did I even kill her? I told him I killed her because he loved her and if he ate something he loved then he'd taste the love in the food, and I thought that was the reason but-.. Ugh. I'm over thinking things.' I walk in front of the bedroom door, inserting the key turning in and opening the door. I see Rody, till in his waiter uniform from last night, his ginger hair frizzy and messy like usual.
"H-hey.. Vince.." He says while scratching the back of his neck. That stupid man always did that when he was nervous or anxious it was his telltale sign of nervousness.
"Save your breath, Lamoree." *I lean against the doorframe* "Fortunately, for you, I was nice enough to bandage your ear- well, lack thereof."
"Uh.. Thanks, I guess?.."
-Rody's Pov-
'Nice?? He bit it off in the first place! And why am I saying thanks? He killed my girlfriend, locked me in the freezer, bit my ear off, and essentially kidnapped me!'
Vincent rolls his eyes "As I'm sure you wouldn't be able to figure out with that singular brain cell, you're staying here. Well, for a week or two, really. Because I don't trust you. And I need to insure that you don't tell anyone."
'Fuck! This guy is- ugh!'
"Wow, thanks for the compliment." I try to say sarcastically but it comes out as a squeak.
Vince glares out me and sighs, not speaking though.. It's very unsettling, he's quiet for 30 seconds, a minute, five minutes, almost 7 minutes until.. "You'll be staying in this room for most of the time. And don't leave unless I let you.
"Got it!" I say and nervously chuckle. He doesn't seem amused and he walks out, locking the door, and I hear footsteps fade away. I flop down on the bed.
'God! Why did this happen!? To me, to M.... Manon, what did she do to him? He's a monster! Why, just why?' I groan and roll over on my stomach, engulfing myself in the darkness, despite it already being dark in Vincent's apartment, I guess that was better than my apartment having bright as hell lights, oh well..
-Vincent's Pov-
I walk toward the kitchen. 'God, that was like explaining algebra to a bunny, a ginger colored bunny, a very cute bunny.. Wait- why am I thinking like this?? I have a liability in my apartment and I'm thinking about this? Shit, I need to get out more.'
I reach into the fridge filled with fresh vegetables and meat. I grab bacon and eggs, salt, pepper, and basil. I grab a clean frying own, putting it on the burning stove top and melting some butter on it. Once the pan is greased I set the bacon on there, listening to the sizzle and pop sound it makes. I grab a plate before the bacon is even done cooking, I set it next to the stove and continue to cook.
Once the bacon is done I set it on the plate, then cracking four eggs in the pan, Sunnyside up. 'Huh, reminds me of when I explained to Rory that chef's hats have one fold for every type of egg you can cook.'
As the eggs are cooking I sprinkle salt and pepper on them, and a pinch of Basil to each. Once they're done I grab a separate plate, putting two eggs on it, and the other two on the plate that had the bacon on it. I take the plates out of the kitchen and set them on the coffee table in the living room.
I go to to my bedroom and I unlock the door, bluntly saying "There's food, or you can choose to starve." Rody hops up almost immediately at the sound of food saying, "Thank you!" I leave the bedroom door open for long enough so he can leave the room. I close the door and nod my head to the living room, insinuating for him to go there.
He goes to the living room and sits on the couch, I go into the kitchen and I pour a glass of orange juice and a glass on wine as well as silverware. I walk back out and hand the orange juice to rody, picking up the plate of both bacon and eggs and hand it to him too, as well as his silverware.
I sit down and glance at Rody for a second, smiling his stupid yet contagious smile, while happily eating the eggs and bacon, and drinking the orange juice. I'm finishing eating my eggs and I take a sip of whine. I hear a tap-tapping sound and I look over, it's Rody tapping his foot on the floor. 'He can't even sit still, he's weird..'
Hey, this is Callum, I hope you like this chapter, I had fun making it! I'm going to try to get this finished quickly, but not too quickly, bye friends!
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