Ma Chérie, Are You Missing Me? [] DeadPlate FanFic

🔪 CHAPTER: 7

Vincent whimpered as he curled up on his bed seeking for warmth in his cold and empty bed while shivering. His whole face was paler than usual along with his eye bags which were darker, since the poor man basically had a cold for staying in that freezer for so long; he always forgets he can't handle the cold and due to that slip in his mind, he's now forced to stay in bed taking pills once in awhile and wasting tissue boxes.
Above all, Vincent had a weird feeling in his mouth which in these tough moments he was thankful he couldn't taste. Because last night when he arrived home after the shanking, the raven haired man threw up for drinking slightly more than usual - since he's a lightweight - and due how disgusted he felt for letting his impulses get over him that led ripping open Manons arm.

How sickening you are, Vincent.

Was the only phrase he repeatedly thought of as he laid in his bed looking out of the window weakly. It was weekend, so luckily Vincent didn't have to work in these conditions yet he wished he could since it made his mind occupied with other more productive stuff than thinking about his despair for taste. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts as he looked at the sky: it was quite cloudly, which made the sky look grey but not dark enough to rain - probably since it's still 8AM. However the buildings ruined the view slighty ... he lived in Paris though, what did he expect?

After awhile, he let out a groan as he laid on his back and rubbed his eyes; even if he was exhausted he felt the need to do something productive in his boring life, and so he reached out for a small jar that contained syrup for the cold he left on the bed next to a glass of water.

But alas when he opened it, he realised it was empty which made him furrow his eyes and left it on the night table again annoyed.

─ "Merde, It was my only cough medicine..."

Vincent mumbled to himself as then he had no choice but having to go downstairs and buy some more. He just decided to wear thick clothes including a scarf which covered half his face above his pajamas before he stood up slowly so he wouldn't get dizzy, then he walked out of the room and after the put on his shoes in the living room, he left the house.

Once he was out in the street, he hugged himself to be warm...or atleast try to as the slight wind of the fresh morning blew onto Vincents face, which made him shiver and sneeze onto the scarf. Eitherway, he kept walking past the familiar bistro and lamppost but soon he stopped himself as something caught his attention in the corner of his eye.

He walked back a bit until he arrived to the lammpost where he saw a new poster next to the lost cat notice...A Missing Person: Marieanne Vacher

Vincent in disbelief and panic ripped the poster and began to read it closer, wondering if he was just hallucinating this due his headache but sadly for him he wasn't.

His hand began to shake as he held the poster between his hands not only from the cold, but because he was starting to feel a slight anxiety building up in his chest. The pale man soon looked around the area and noticed there were  more posters around his street such as; on window displayes, other lamposts, doors, even on trash cans... There was only one person who could have done this.

─ "Rody."

Vincent said pissed as his teeth gritted and crushed the poster between his hands slightly to relief some frustration inside of him. Suddenly, he heard a bike bell ringing from behind him which made him visibly jump and cough as he put away the poster in his jackets pocket as he turned to where that sound came from to see who it was. Of course, it was Rody.

─ "Morning Vince!"

The brunet man asked as soon as he stopped his bike right infront of Vincent while carrying in a large gigbag with his usual friendly smile. Vincent quickly noticed that along with the clothes he was wearing..It wasn't his usual waiter outfit, if not his casual clothes which was the exact same outfit he wore to his dinner party a couple of days ago: an opened warm white button up shirt with a soft colour stripe pattern with a long sleeve greyish shirt with some brown pants and white shoes.