Love is Dead

Table for Two

WARNING: this fanfic contains nicotine use, cannibalism/gore, cussing, gay stuff(obvi), and regular relationship things.

-insert name- = Pov change
'thoughts' = character thoughts
"words" = Dialogue
(Info) = translation/adding info
[Phone] = someone speaking to a character on the phone
If there is nothing around the text then it's a character's action or a character's past action.

And there is lyrics of a song sprinkled in here btw, I know this song did not exist in the 1960s but it fits.
Song: Harness your hopes - b-side. By: Pavement.

-Rody's Pov-

I stare at Vincent for a hot second, not noticing my foot tapping on the floor. Vince steps on my foot.

"Owh-" I wince.

He rolls his eyes and says "You deserved it, Rody. You were being annoying."

I look at him confused and rebuttal "yeah, I am! But you've never stepped on my foot on purpose for that!"

He stares me dead in the eyes "Yeah, I haven't. But I've slapped you and bit your ear off, you dunce. So in retrospect I could've done much, much worse."

My hand Instinctively goes to the left side of my head, where my ear used to be. And he says "Exactly. Now if you want to keep the ear that you do have, then I suggest you stop saying idiotic things- well, to the best of your abilities."

I start to protest but then he grabs me by my chin, looking down at me. "Rody, you are not in the position of power here." He chuckles deviously "And honestly.. Heh.. You never have been" his voice dropped to a low whisper, then he tosses my head back as if discarding a useless item. I sigh, he's right. 'My girlfriend left me, that wasn't in my control, I got locked in the freezer, my ear was bit off, I'm in Vincent's apartment, none of that was under my control! Not to say that I'm not to blame for any of this, I blame myself more than anyone right now, if I hadn't let Manon go, if I hadn't started working at La Gueule de Saturne....'

Vince says "I mean, if I really wanted to be sadistic I could have toyed with you by saying something like 'show me a word that rhymes with pavement, and I won't eat you, and roast you on a spit! And don't you try to etch it, or permanently sketch it..' " he says this while swirling his wine in his hand.

'The possibility of this happening is high.. And not particularly something I want to see happen, even if it seems better than living a life without Manon..' I scratch my neck while I feel Vince's gaze on me, it's uncomfortable.

"Tonight you'll be sleeping on the couch, as you can imagine i don't want you on my bed more than you needed to be, but just you know, you still can't get out. I made sure of it." He gets up and grabs the plates and goes into the kitchen, and I hear him washing the dishes.

I close my eyes, trying not to think of my situation, but it's hard when you're in the same area as a cannibalistic murderer. "I swear, nothing good has come out of knowing Vincent.." I mutter under my breath. "What about me, Rody?" He walks back in the living room.

I stay silent and he says "Don't be like that. I know you said my name, I'm not an idiot Rody."

"Nothing. I said nothing. Nothing that you'd care about anyway."

"Hmm, fine then." He says, crossing his arms and looking down on me. "Oh, and you'll still be working at the bistro, but just know, if you try anything... You'll end up like your pretty little girlfriend, Lamoree. So choose your words and actions very wisely."

I Watch him as he walks into his room, closing the door. I feel my face get warm and tears trickling down my face, I put my face in my hands and take a few deep breaths.

-Vincent's Pov-

I sigh running my hands through my hair. 'What am I getting myself into? I could just kill him and get away with it like with his prissy girlfriend, Manon. Why did Rody even date her? She always talked shit about him to me. I mean, I get it, he's a dunce. But calling him a useless fuck so someone you barely know is lower than me, that's just a dick move. Why am I even defending him? He looks like a rat that hasn't showered in days!"

"Ugh! Why are my thoughts so conflicting? It's like I want him dead but also not at the same time. Fuck..."I mutter and I go over to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and turn on the sink faucet and run the water on my hands and I splash water on my face.
I sigh "That's better.. Much better." I stare at my reflection and I look into my own eyes, but this time when I look into my eyes there's more than coldness, like a weird sort of warmth behind my eyes. I shake my head lean against the sink.
I groan, I leave the bathroom. "Maybe a nap will help? God knows I barely sleep so it's worth a try I suppose.." I get into bed and try to fall asleep. Eventually dozing off at 3pm.

-Rody's Pov-

I sit on the couch for what feels like years. I eventually stand up, my legs wobbling and I fall over. 'Fuck! My legs fell asleep..' I groan and slowly stand up. I take a deep breath and I walk over to the front door, I jiggle the handle; nothing. It won't move. 'It was worth a shot..' I pace around Vince's apartment for awhile and rub my temples. 'I feel like my heads gonna explode...' I go into the kitchen and open the kitchen and search for Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Advil, SOMETHING. And surprise, there wasn't any of those, just meat, veggies, spices, pots and pans, cooking stuff.

Hey, it's Callum, that was Chapter three, Table for Two in Love is dead. I'm cooking so hard rn friends. Shout out to Gafasaich, check out there Deadplate fanfic called Ma Chérie, are you missing me? By them, it's awesome. Anyway, next chapter will be out soon! Love ya, Friends!