Chapter 3

(Emily's POV)

"This is Vincent, Bo's brother." I said when I noticed Caitlin standing behind me with Nick and Bo.

Vincent turned around a little and attempted to hide his face as Caitlin stood there in shock. Nick gasped, "DUDE!"

Vincent scurried up the steps to his room where I heard the trap door clang shut and I knew he was going to the basement where he stayed.

"Why would you do that?" I snapped. "You hurt his feelings!"

"What the fuck was that thing!?" Nick screamed.

I shot him a death glare as Bo laughed.

"I'm going to go see if he's alright," I huffed and ran up the dark staircase and out of the kitchen. Once I reached the room I was in before with the hospital beds. For a second I stopped to try and remember where the trap door was but then remembered it was in front of the second bed in the back of the room.

I jumped down into the opening in the ground after lifting the heavy door. It snapped shut as soon as my feet hit the dusty ground.

"Jesus," I muttered, thinking about how I almost got knocked out by the door.

Slowly I crept out from behind the wall to Vincent's work area and saw him bent over with his head in his hands sitting on his dirty looking bed.

I walked over and sat down next to him. He didn't look up or move an inch.

"Vincent," I put a hand on his shoulder which he shrugged off.

I looked around to see various tools and devices which looked like they were used for torture rather than art. There was a fire with a pot of wax boiling over it.

I put my head on his shoulder and moved closer, "Don't be upset love."

He looked up at me with a devious look on his face.

"Please don't be mad at them," I begged. All of a sudden he moved his left hand out with was on the other side of me and he was wielding a giant knife which was nearly a foot and a half long.

"God," I muttered.

He traced his finger down the blade, "Why are you not afraid?"

I traced my finger down the blade and over his hand, "Because I know you wouldn't hurt me."

He looked down at me, and put the knife in my lap.

"What's this for?"

"You seemed to like it," he whispered.

I smiled at him and picked up the giant knife, "I do."

We sat in silence for a few minutes with me brushing my hand down the shining knife. He moved his hand up and put it on my shoulder, I turned to look at him. He then began to stroke his fingers through my hair and stopped when he reached the end of it on my back. His fingers traced down my spine making me shiver.

We heard a banging upstairs and he jumped up a little.

"That's the House of Wax upstairs," he muttered. I rushed over to him, holding his arm.

He looked around for a moment before grabbing a knife a little smaller than the one he gave me which was in the pocket of my black sweatshirt which had zippers all over it.

"Vincent who is it?" I clung onto him.

He looked down at me before hugging me around the shoulder quickly and taking off in the other direction to a staircase covered in wax which I knew led to the Wax house.

Being my normal worried self I ran after Vincent. I was going so fast I didn't realize he stopped in the kitchen of the House of Wax and I crashed into his back. He spun around holding his knife and when he saw it was me he sighed and turned back around.

I took the knife out of my pocket and stood beside him, "You know me better than that."

He looked like nothing I had ever seen before and it should have scared me but it didn't.

We turned the corner into the piano room and saw a girl looking at a painting with her friend beside her.

The two girls were staring at Vincent's painting of a corpse which hung on the waxy wall.

The first girl with blonde hair snorted, "This artist must have been a real freak."

"I know! Like seriously Misty!" the other blonde cooed.

I growled so quietly only Vincent who was standing beside me in the doorway heard. Suddenly the two slutty looking girls turned around and saw Vincent and me in the dark doorway. I could only imagine what kind of sight we were, me with my long hair and bangs in my pale face, cloaked in all black. Then of course Vincent (which kind of speaks for itself) with his long black hair, waxy face, and black baggy jeans with black long jacket. We were both holding giant knives in our hands in the darkness of the House of Wax.

They both began screeching and running away, Vincent bolted after them.

"I got the one in the yellow," I called as I caught up with him and the two girls parted ways, one going upstairs and the other into the streets.

I followed the girl with the blue belly shirt and jean skirt which rode up her ass so much I thought she would need to shuffle when she walked so she wouldn't flash anyone.

She ran into the bedroom upstairs and leapt onto the bed, "PLEASSEE! DON'T HURT ME!!!"

She looked like she spent a lot of her life in a bedroom and it was going to end in one.

"Give me one good reason," I laughed, pressing the tip of the knife on my tongue.

"I don't know," she sob-screamed. "Why are you doing this?"

I laughed, "For my love."

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Kaitlin and Nick were sitting in the living room on the brown knitted couch.

"Where have you been?" Caitlin asked. "You've been gone for like an hour."

"I was busy," I muttered, walking over to Bo.

"Did you take care of our little visitors?" Bo whispered into my ear.

I smirked to him, "Like old times."

"I to talk to you in private for a moment," Bo said, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.

I pulled my hand back when we got into the kitchen, "What?"

He checked to make sure Caitlin and nick weren't listening before finishing, "I want you to stay with us. Vincent is different when you aren't here. His art isn't as good."

"Is that all you care about?" I sneered. "His art? What about HIM?"

Bo shooed away my comment, "I don't care about the freak."

"You're an ass," I rolled my eyes.

Bo laughed and fixed his dirty hat, "You really haven't changed, have you?"

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Vincent laid back on his bed with me laying next to him, curled up to his side.

I jumped up a little and laid with my head on his chest, he put his arm around my waist to hold me closer.

"I think that I should tell Caitlin about what we do," I told him.

Vincent gave me a look which I knew wasn't a happy one. He had his mask off and placed to the side of us, the non-deformed part of his face stared back at me.

I sighed, "I don't think she would have a problem with it. I mean once she has her first…kill…I knew that's how it was for me."

He shrugged.

I groaned, "But I really think she wouldn't have a problem with it. I don't know about that Nick kid though."

"Isn't he your friend though?" Vincent asked.

"We just met him today," I explained. "His car broke down and he needed a ride."

"So you brought him here?" Vincent smirked.

I laughed, "I know. Not the best idea but I wasn't going to make any pit-stops on the way here. I was lost enough already."

"Emily?" I heard a voice call, coming down the stairs into the basement.

"What Bo?" I asked.

"Your little friend, the one with the blonde hair, she's lookin for you," Bo said, scratching the back of his head.

"Alright," I got up off the bed and climbed the steps and went through the trap door after Bo.