Vincent has always been a man of faith. But after several threats began to grow more violent did he become desperate. When a summoning goes wrong he ends up in an interesting endeavor with a demon.

Rody goes back to working for Vince after Manon never answered him, he still needed the job after all. He slowly forms a friendship with Vince, and eventually tells him his favorite food. Which gives Vince the perfect idea for what he can cook for Rody. (Past chapter 31 is all bonus chapters.) [Dead Plate Fanfic Post-Ending One. This has a lot of angst, and does not have a happy ending. However, I plan to make another fanfic of these two later, that does end happily. I also plan to make a fanfic of Cold Front, a game made by the same creator as Dead Plate]

!Warning: In this book, you may encounter vulgar words, gore - from which blood, wounds, and like. This is a completely fictional story. Please mind that while reading! Things you will encounter in this book: stalking, obsession, aggression, blood, abuse, SA, grief, and homosexuality. Vince, the phsycho obsessive vampire? Absolutely! _________________________________________ Once something catches fire, there is no going back. Rody watched as the French bistro was engulfed in flames and smoke. It was as if the emotions were drained from him at that moment. Deciding to move on with his life and never look back was one of the few mistakes he had made. Vincent, on the other hand, had survived the fire and the wound to his neck. Surprisingly, he didn't care so much that he might die. He cared about his restaurant and the reputation that was sure to come crashing down tonight. There was one goal. To find Rody. Regardless of what this step of his may lead to.

"Chasing petty romances isn't the end-all be-all in life." Vincent was not a man who could easily be swindled with anything, especially not love. Love is not something he wishes to bother with. He already had everything he could've wanted. Fame as a chef, a world-renowned restaurant of his own, and a nice apartment on top of said restaurant. What more could he ask for? Well, it was possibly the attention of the stupid little brunet waiter that worked for him, and he didn't even know it yet. (Dead Plate, but what if Vincent was normal and didn't have psychopathic tendencies)