A/N: Wow, it's been forever since I've written a fanfiction, so please forgive me if I'm a bit... stale. House of Wax is one of my favorite movies. Actually both the original and the remake are. And I was in some mood for some Vincent loving because he's my favorite Sinclair. I decided to run this with the grain of the time frame in the movie but take it in a completely different direction. I apologize to those of you who enjoy how the movie went originally. This title is rated M for violence, sexual content, and language. There's nothing really left to say about this other than I only have claim on my two OC's; Angela and Dakota. Anyway, I hope you enjoy... Feel free to review but please remember this is rated M for a reason.
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Nick looked back at the two girls that he and Carly decided to pick up along the way, biting his lip lightly. The one girl, Dakota, was beautiful beyond words. She had the body of a goddess with curves in all the right places, a flawless sun kissed complexion, dark chocolate brown eyes, and waist-length hair that resembled the color of red wine. But it was Angela he was worried about. She was very pretty as well. She was just slightly more slender than Dakota with an hourglass shape, pale skin, and wavy mahogany colored hair that reached her shoulder blades. Her pale blue eyes stared up at the roof of the car, not actually at anything in particular, as her head rested on Dakota's lap. Her fever had peaked about an hour after she and Dakota had gotten into the car. Although Dakota insisted the other girl didn't have anything contagious, Nick and Carly were both extremely worried about having allowed the hitchhikers into their car.
"We could pull over..." Carly suggested. "It's been dark for a little while. And if Angela doesn't need to get to a hospital immediately, it might make more sense for us to rest and find our way better during the day.
"That would be fine," Dakota said softly, absentmindedly stroking Angela's hair. The other girl had finally closed her eyes and slipped back into unconsciousness.
"And maybe sleeping out in the cool air might do her some good..." Nick said. Carly nodded and turned the wheel, following a detour sign to a clearing in the trees, which had seemed to line the back roads they were taking for forever. Paige followed suit in the SUV she had been driving behind them in. Once Dakota got out of the car and had grabbed their bags, she set up a tent and sleeping bags. She gently lifted Angela with Nick's help, laying her down in the tent. She stood, stretching.
"I really appreciate everything you're doing for us," Dakota said to Nick and Carly. "I'm sure if Angie was conscious, she would say the same thing." Nick only nodded as he helped his sister set up the other tents. He had a sinking feeling in his chest. He couldn't even look at Dakota, knowing that they were planning on abandoning the two girls here in the middle of nowhere once they were asleep.
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Dakota's eyes flew open as light assaulted the inside of the tent. She rolled over, seeing Angela was still deep within her fevered sleep. She looked up, her eyes tightening automatically to protect themselves from the bright light. It definitely looked artificial as opposed to being able to believe it was daylight.
"Nick?" Dakota called, unzipping the flap at the front of the tent, crawling out across the ground on her hands and knees. She was currently only wearing a light blue tank top with black cotton short shorts. She looked around, seeing the car and SUV were both gone, along with everyone's items. She didn't have enough time to be upset about being abandoned before noticing the source of the light was coming from the bright headlights of a pick up truck.
"Hello?" Dakota called, uneasily getting to her feet. A million thoughts were racing through her head, making it difficult to even settle on just one. But maybe she could rely on hope. "Hello! Will you please help me!? My friend is sick and it seems as if the people we were traveling with have left us on our own!" After pleading with the person she couldn't make out in the darkness, she took a few hesitant steps toward the truck. She gasped softly and flinched when she heard the door of the truck swing open and heard foot steps coming toward her. The silhouette moving from the truck was finally illuminated in the headlights after just a few moments, revealing a handsome man with short thick dark brown hair and blue eyes. He looked as if he spent a lot of time in the sun, and he was wearing a flannel shirt with jeans and a pair of work boots.
"Did you say sick?" the man asked her.
"Yes, my friend has had a fever for the past 12 hours," Dakota said, relief rushing over her as she believed she had actually found hope. "We were traveling by foot when she told me she wasn't feeling well. So we decided to catch a ride with a group of people who were passing by and now it seems they've left us here alone. I don't think I'd be able to carry her by myself and she is hardly in any shape to do any walking on her own..."
"Where is she?" he asked her, his eyes moving up and down her body. "The least I could do is offer you a night in my home in which we could offer your friend some proper care..."
"Yes, thank you!" she breathed. "Thank you so much! I'm Dakota. My friend's name is Angela."
"I'm Bo," the man said as she turned back towards the tent. He grinned behind Dakota's back as she opened the tent completely to reveal the other girl inside. Bo leaned forward into the tent, pulling Angela up and over his shoulder so he could carry her to the truck. Immediately, he understood what Dakota had meant. The girl's fever was so high, the heat emanating from her body was overwhelming. He gently set the girl down in his back seat, turning back to help Dakota load the girls' belongings into the bed of the truck. Dakota then hopped into the passenger seat as Bo got behind the wheel. It seemed like a long ride back to the house Bo had mentioned. Dakota was curious about the signs she kept passing for some museum called 'Trudy's House of Wax', but she was more concerned about her friend in the back seat.
Since it hadn't seemed like Bo had been gone for a very long period of time, Vincent had sauntered into the kitchen, having left a current wax project in the basement of the museum. He fidgeted a little bit with the wax mask that covered his face. The door opened but, instead of being face to face with his twin, he was face to face with a young woman.
Dakota had been taken quite by surprise when she opened the door that she had screamed, taking a step back from the masked man in front of her. And then she had unintentionally bumped into Bo, whom was carrying Angela over his shoulder. Vincent also took a step back, shocked by both seeing a live girl who wasn't hog tied and also because her presence was unpredicted.
"Vincent!" Bo snapped, walking around Dakota and into the house so he could lay Angela on the couch. "Quit being useless and bring some supplies!" Vincent turned to obey his brother.
"I'm so sorry, Vincent," Dakota offered weakly. "I didn't mean to scream. You startled me."
Yeah, right, Vincent thought to himself as he walked away. Like you can hide the fact from me that I am nothing more than a hideous monster. He left and returned with some rope, cloth, and other materials.
Bo moved quickly, grabbing the rope first and binding Dakota up with it. He used a piece of cloth and some rope for a gag as well. Dakota had no time to react. She just looked up at Bo, eyes filled with confusion and sadness. She didn't even struggle, as if already understanding that it would be a completely useless. She hardly even grunted when Bo threw her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to where she was placed on his bed. She had only glimpsed Vincent carrying Angela off in another direction before Bo closed the bedroom door.
"Oh, not to worry, I won't kill you and make you a part of the museum just yet," he said to her with a malicious grin. "Oh, no. I'm going to have my own fun with you first." Bo was surprised to see that instead of fear, a brief flash of relief crossed Dakota's eyes. He had no idea what he had done. He had no idea that he had given her a sense of hope and a sense of time.