Hey everyone I'm back with a sequel to Two Sides to One Man

Hey everyone I'm back with a sequel to Two Sides to One Man!! Ok I've taken into consideration of everyone who wants Lillian/Vincent action; there will be a bit but not much. Lol! hope you guys enjoy this:.

DISCLAIMER : And I with great regret and misfortune do not own House of Wax and didn't contribute to the making of the film. sob sob but if I did, wow. I'd be rich!

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The smell of a fresh autumn day floated through the streets of Ambrose. It had been one year since the incident. The wax had been removed and disposed of, but some still remained on the buildings. Not all of the bodies had been recovered from the museum. The rest had been removed from the various building of the town.

The news papers were still showing small heading about the town since the incident, but most publicity had died down. The Sinclair house was still covered in police 'Do Not Cross' yellow tape. The police had been by Damian's house a few more times since then. They had offered the house back to him. He willing accepted it. Of course there had been a few extra legal additives in the process. Some headlines blamed Damian for the whole thing. He, of course, was cleared perfectly.

People were still on the look out for Bo and Vincent. Damian had mentioned that they might have died in the melt down of the museum. This was contradictory to his first statement, but most people never paid attention to it. Even the police that had popped into the house after the incident even forgot to write a full statement.

It had been a week since the last of the cop cars left Ambrose and had yet to return. Lillian had maintained a small amount of sanity, working on a plan of how to move back into the house. As far as anyone knew, the Sinclair house still held many secrets that hadn't been discovered. Dr. Sinclair's office was one of them. Even the tunnels were sealed off or well hidden.

Bo and Vincent were still recouping from what happened. They had started on blueprints for a new House of Wax. Lillian had left the old ones in the office; that was perfectly hidden. It wasn't yet safe to go back. They were still pending ownership papers. Dalton sat with Damian mostly and watched football. Lillian always smiled at the boys, they were her boys, always had been always will be.

Lillian walked through the streets of the deserted town. A gentle breeze slowly spun past her. Bo limped next to her. He had hurt his leg patching Damian's roof and needed a small cane to help him walk. Lillian laughed when she watched him walk. It was odd being back in the town. It was empty as it always had been, but this time it was eerie. Bo looked at all the yellow tape floating around the town. They came upon the ruins of the once famous house.

Bo leaned on Lillian as they stopped. He looked at her as she examined the ruins. Her neat red curls moved gently as the wind blew. She pulled her sweater closer and shivered.

"We'll start rebuilding after winter. Everyone's gonna come a see it, we'll get the contractors up here; make it sturdier." Bo started. It was always next week or in a few days, never right now. Lillian nodded and looked up at him.

"We have an entire bank account loaded with cash, should be enough to get through." Bo added in as he surveyed the area. Lillian nodded again, it was better to leave him in his own little world than disturb it.

"Let's go back to the house now," Lillian said and turned around.

"You cold already?"

"Slightly," She replied and headed for the bridge.

"If you come back here I can change that." Bo replied and stopped in his tracks.

A whistling came to ear quietly at first then louder, the gravel flew everywhere and car stopped in a squeal. A large range of shells were shot.

"NO!" Lillian yelled.

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"Wake up, wake up!" Somebody had started shaking her.

"No! No!" Lillian screamed and then opened her eyes. She was surrounded by darkness. There was a strip of light that came from the door. Bo held Lillian's face with his hands trying to calm her down.

"It's ok, it's just a dream." Lillian sat up and hung on to him. She touched his face and rubbed her hands over him. She collapsed into his arms. He rubbed her hair.

"I dreamed you got shot again." Lillian muttered. Bo rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Well I didn't so relax. We've got the new blueprints up and ready. We won't start to rebuild until we get the original blueprints from the house. I'm planning on using the same contractor mom used." Bo rambled on. She would usually tell him to stop talking or she'd slap him, but Lillian just listened to him.

"What do you think?" Bo asked.

"Maybe you shouldn't," She answered almost instantly. "Just wait until the heat dies down; you're still out on the lamb you know."

Bo just sat there quietly. He barely seemed to breathe in the dark room. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but decided against it.

"I'm leaving for a week, me, Dalton, and Damian. Damian is going to secure his rights to the house and the surrounding property, since it was all left in our father's name. I can't have rights since I'm supposed to be dead and Vincent isn't public friendly. We're leaving today."

"Why are you going if you can't do anything?" Lillian asked. They walked out of the room and took their argument into the living room.

"Help Dalton, he was named by his friends as an accomplice, but there's no proof he survived. We're going with because we need to get some more supplied and everything." Bo was making no sense.

"Who's there that you have to see?" Lillian asked and sat up away from him.

"Edgar Thompson, the main building designer of the House of Wax."

"Not what I meant,"

"What? Are you insinuating that I'm going to sleep with someone else?" Bo started to get angry. Lillian said nothing. "Well?"

She still said nothing, she walked into the dinning room and dug in one of her green boxes and put something into Dalton's backpack Lillian had found for him. Bo grabbed her face and pulled her closer.

"I would never fucking to that, no matter what. You should know that already." Bo released her and limped out of the room. He could never been understood fully, Lillian even knew that.

Vincent looked at them through the door. Bo, Dalton, and Damian grabbed some suite cases and walked outside, shutting the door with a slam. The truck started with a roar and drove away. Vincent's heart skipped a beat. He was alone with her again. Lillian stayed put in her room most of the night. Vincent has started some dinner, but she didn't eat. Vincent wanted to talk to her, but when he went to speak he couldn't. He left the remains of dinner to sit on the table and walked her room, his arms around her. She knew it was Vincent, but didn't say anything about it. It was better to be loved than neglected, she had learned that early. When Bo neglected, Vincent loved. He had the best worked hands. Bo's were sometimes rougher than usual, but Vincent's were perfect.

"Do you ever think about that night?" Lillian muttered. Vincent held his tongue and decided not to tell her that was the only thing on his mind.

"Sometimes, when you're gone," Vincent whispered. He might not have been the pick of the crop, but Lillian couldn't help it. She turned in his arms and faced him. She touched his face and kissed him. It wasn't a small peck dinky kiss, it was a real kiss.

Both knew that if Bo just happened to burst through the door at any moment, the museum would be up and running smoothly with two new bodies. It all didn't matter; they were silently snogging in the dark and cuddling. She and Bo never did this; it was all or nothing with him. She couldn't help it.

"Wait, wait. We can't," Lillian said.

"Yes we can," Vincent replied and kissed her again.

"No, no, because when Bo comes back…" Lillian started.

"No, we can, we'll just have to hope that he stays away for a while." Vincent said and started to moves his hands over her body. For someone who had never, in a sense, had a woman before, Vincent knew just how to make Lillian move.

"No, no Vincent, we have to stop…" Lillian whispered and kissed him again.

"Why?"

"It's not right,"

"Does it feel right?"

"Yes, but…"

"Then it is right," Vincent protested and kissed her again.

"No, it's not, Vincent, just stop." Lillian said finally and crawled off the bed. She wanted to, but it was her hormones talking not her brain. She walked out of the room and left Vincent in the dark. She didn't mean to tease him, it just happened.

The kitchen still smelled of wax and rotting animals. Lillian couldn't handle either smell. She walked upstairs and sat in the bathroom. She ran some water and relaxed in the bath. She knew she'd have to get a job eventually. They didn't have enough money stashed away to support themselves. The usual cash flow was diminishing, so a few jobs wouldn't be that bad to have. She'd gone to school and worked; both during high school and during college.

Maybe Bo will call. Lillian thought and drifted below the water. I shouldn't have been so mad before. What's with Vincent? Am I unintentionally leading him on? Eh, this is such a mess. I could stay down here until Bo gets back. By then though, I would have died from suffocation or at least have severe brain damage.

Lillian sat back up out of the water and looked around. This is what it's come to; having to live at my brother-in-law's house, not being married, and barely a full college degree in anything. At least I have an associate's degree in computers. Maybe I can find an easy job at Geek Squad or something.

Thirty minutes away, Bo was thinking the same thing.