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Drip. Drip. Drip.
Where moments before the sounds of her screams had permeated the air, now all was unbearably quiet save for the blood draining out of her. Above her stood Vincent, dark and looming, eyes empty as ever.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He felt empty. Just like always. He had hoped that taking her life would make him feel something, but instead he was now forced to stand there, looking at her limp form, and feel the emptiness throughout him that he always felt. Always tasted.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He would need to clean this up. But he was in no rush. He knew no one had heard. It was the weekend and he had time. Time to clean and time to spiral back into the thoughts of wondering what he was missing.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
What did she have that he didn’t? What had made her so appealing to him? How had she caught his eyes over Vincent?
Did she taste interesting to him?
Why did he get overlooked for so long when she caught his interest immediately?
Vincent may have only seen him for one last year on that campus, but he remembered Rody from culinary school, not that he would ever remind Rody. Why should he have to?
Why didn’t he notice me already?
Rody had been an exuberant presence on campus, one that was often seen and often didn’t make it. And it seemed that had happened to him too. But nonetheless, he had caught Vincent’s eye out of everyone else somehow. Maybe it’s because of how
genuine
he was.
He hadn’t ever intended to lure Rody in, he really did need a new waiter and host for his restaurant. He never expected Rody to be the one to apply. But it would be wrong to say Vincent wasn’t intrigued by this turn of events. He wondered if the couple of years that had gone by had changed him at all. It certainly didn’t seem so, he was as try-hard and eager to please as ever. Maybe this time….. maybe this time, he’d be able to
taste
feel something.
Rody didn’t remember him. Vincent wasn’t too surprised. He hadn’t become memorable until his restaurant had opened up and gained notoriety, and by then only the classmates who had had personal grudges against him remembered him. Rody was the memorable type, the one whose
taste
presence was unforgettable. Maybe him working there would be a plus in more ways than one.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Ah, right. The body. He needed to clean that up now. When Rody had started talking about this girl, Manon, Vince couldn’t help but feel a pit of
hunger
jealousy forming in his stomach. Why her? Why not him? Did he not deserve a chance? Why was Rody still not looking at him? Why couldn’t he
taste
have Rody? She had to go.
And so go she went. Go on a date with Vincent the week after she had separated from Rody. But he still wasn’t
tasting
seeing Vincent, still only looking for her. So, that night, when she went with Vincent for a date, she also went to his house afterwards. And now, she would go nowhere ever again.
Surely, with her removed from the picture, it would finally be Vincent’s turn. Finally, Rody would see him and stop talking about her, heR, HER!
But now what to do with her body? It would be a lot to move, and with way too many conspicuous parts. This is when Vincent’s eyes moved towards the meat processor. Maybe….. and that would be an awful waste of meat to just throw her out entirely….. and he just couldn’t help but wonder how she’d taste.