I don't own the House of Wax. Sadly, however, it is an awesome moive. On with the story.

"You can just leave me here." Bo said once they the house. "Unless you girls want to come in?" Bo said as he winked at Quin.

Quin just smiled. "Of course." She then began to follow Bo into the house. "Come on Spence, do not worry, just for a little while, we already ran away from home." This caused Bo to smile even more.

Just then Lester came out, "Hey Bo you finally came home. O I see that you brought some people with you."

Spencer turned around to see the House of Wax. "Wait can I go in there?" She said pointing towards House of Wax.

Lester and Bo looked at each other, "Fine." Bo said without another word.

Spencer then began walk towards House of Wax. Once inside the house was wax was grand, everything was made of wax, she began to touch the people, they felt so real. The house was huge, she eventually found herself in the kitchen. "Wow." Spencer was walking around the kitchen, when she saw a figure, it looked truly alive. Spencer began to walk towards that figure. The figure seemed as if it had a wax face, it only had one eye, and a knife in its hand. She went to touch its face, the figure began backway. "OMG am so sorry!" Spencer felt ashamed more than fear. "Why did not you move or say something?"

The figure only backway further.

"My name is Spencer, what is yours?"

The figure walked over to a painting that was signed Vincent, he pointed towards the name.

"Vincent?"

The figure nodded.

"Can you talk?"

The figure moved his head back and forth.

"Did you make all of this figures?"

Vincent nodded up and down.

"They are wonderful and beau."

Vincent looked at her, "French?" He said in a very low voice, almost a whisper.

"Huh? Yeah."

Vincent nodded.

"So are you related to that freak named Bo?"

Vincent looked start in the eyes, she had called Bo a freak, just like him, after all Bo was his older brother, his twin. He nodded.

"Is he older than you?"

Another head movement up and down.

"What about Lester? Is he older than you?"

Another head nod.

"So you are the youngest?"

Another nod.

"You know I like you, you are a good listener and a good responder. I like that in people."

Vincent was smiling behind his mask, "Friend?"

"Yes!"

Vincent told her to follow him, she took her to her old workspace, "This is where I make them."

"Wow, you know you are an artist. Your a really good at it." Spencer said looking at all the things that Vincent had laid in the entrie room. She noticed the bed in the small bed. "Is that yours?"

A nod.

"It is really nice down here. It is quite."

"Thank you." Vincent said.

"And its clean!"

"My mother taught me well."

"I think that I may have to spend the night, since my friend Quin is upstairs with Bo."

"You can here with me."

"I would like that, if you let me."

"It would be my pleasure."

Spencer smiled and began to help Vincent with his scupulting.