**sorry it's taking so long. I have winter break now so I'm gonna be able to update a lot R&R. Oh and PM me any ideas or anything u wanna see happen!
Ok so with the ages, I messed up a few chapters ago by saying she moved when she was 13. I changed it so she moved a few months before she met Caitlin in their senior year. Emily and Caitlin just graduated high school a few days prior to the Ambrose trip, Emily missing the boys so much.
WARNING: contains slight rape and a lot of cursing in this chapter!!!
Chapter 11
Emily's POV
"Godddddddddddddddd!" I groaned dramatically as I stomped down the stairs. The eyes of Bo and Vincent burned into my back as I dragged my feet into the living room.
"Honey you're gonna make the next town over hear yah," Bo said as he sharpened a butchers knife in his lap.
"I'm so bored!" I whined then sat down in the middle of the room, both brothers staring at me with amused expressions.
"Would you like me to dance for you?" Bo asked sarcastically.
"Yes that would be nice thank you." I retorted.
I laid back on the plush carpet and let out another sigh.
"What now?" Bo's accented voice filled the air.
"Nothing," I smirked.
I heard Vincent snicker as Bo mocked me walking to the kitchen, sighing dramatically.
"That's one hell of a woman you got there brother," he said before exiting through the front door. "I'm going shopping in town with Lester then to the bar somewhere."
I climbed up onto the couch next to Vincent and cuddled next to him which he welcomed in eagerly.
"Nick is gone," I informed him. "Caitlin went with him to see if she can try to get someone back tonight."
After a few moments of silence I sat up onto his lap, "Lets do something."
"Last time you had that idea you got pneumonia," he spoke for the first time to me since we went to the House of Wax that morning. His voice was an exact replica of Bo's, yet completely different. Bo's voice was mocking in a way, like everything he said was a challenge. But Vincent's was soft yet full of strength and fear at the same time. Yes he did have that slight southern twang to his voice but I found it horribly adorable.
"We have the house to ourselves, we can do anything we want," I sucked on my bottom lip.
He glanced down at me and didn't say anything. Suddenly we heard voices outside and he leapt up, I stood up after him and walked over to the curtain covered window. I pulled back slightly and he looked out from behind me. There were two people walking hand in hand with one other person next to them.
I looked up at Vincent and smiled, "Can I help?"
He shook his head before walking into the other room to put on his jacket which covered over his knife that was snug in its holster.
"Why not?" I huffed, following after him.
"There are two men, it's too dangerous."
"I've done this before Vincent!"
"With Bo and me helping you and you always get a girl," he shot me a look.
Before he left to sneak upstairs then out into his lair to go into the House of Wax, I pulled back on his jacket.
"You can help me and I can have the girl that's with them. You know I can do it."
"I don't want you to get hurt. It's too risky. Remember that time that you took on the guy?"
The summer air was whisking through the night as Bo and I sat out on the front porch of the house, drinking and telling stories about random things. The town was empty and dead. But then we saw two men walking around from down in town.
"Looks like we're gonna be playing tonight baby girl," Bo said, pulling me closer to him. *remember Emily and Bo used to go out although Emily and Vincent secretly loved each other*
I watched as the two men walked around, banging on windows of the secluded stores, and then pulled at the doors. They were both wearing hunting clothes, head to toe in camouflage.
"They have guns Bo," I put a hand on the five inch knife that I had in my sweatshirts pocket.
He looked at me, "You'll be fine. Now come on, go tell Vincent we have visitors and wait for me to bring them back to the house."
"Fine," I said and grabbed the door knob, happy that I had an excuse to go into the basement.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. He kissed me roughly before walking off down the steps and I entered the house.
I grimaced and put two fingers to my lips, "God…"
After rushing up to the office and through the back room to lift up the trap door, I dropped down into Vincent's lair and he glanced up from his desk in the far side of the room.
"Bo said to tell you we have visitors here, two guys."
He nodded and stood up, not saying a word to me as he walked past me to pull on a jacket and select a knife to use for the kill.
I sat down on his workbench, "Didn't Bo say he wants this one done by tonight?"
Vincent glanced at the half finished man laying on his table and nodded solemnly.
"You won't be able to finish it if you go out to help Bo," I stared at the waxy figure on the table with cold eyes staring back at me. "If you want I can help him instead."
Vincent looked at me and shook his head.
"He won't care if I say I wanted to help, you know he wouldn't."
He thought for a second before nodding. He stared at me for a moment as if to say thank you and went back to working at his desk on something for the model.
I walked over behind him, touched my hand on his shoulder and he turned around. My mouth hung open for a moment before I shook my head and walked out of the room to wait for Bo to lure the men back
A few minutes later Bo's tall silhouette appeared from outside the windows, I leapt up off of a kitchen stool and took a casual position cleaning up a random mess in the front living room.
Bo opened up the door with the two men following short behind.
"Hello there pretty lady," he greeted me.
"This your fine wife here?" the man with the longish black hair and slight beard asked. He appeared to be in his twenties. "Or your sister? She seems pretty young."
"I'm fifteen," I said, knowing I looked about twenty, I've gotten that a lot.
His friends eyes widened, "Are you pullin my leg?"
Bo chimed in quickly, "Yeah she is. We're both twenty five and yes we're married. We live here in this house alone."
"Seems like you live here in this town alone," the friend with the fiery red hair chimed in.
I caught the black haired man staring at me.
"What did you say your name was?" my voice having the slight southern accent like Bo's.
"I'm Hulbert and this is my buddy Red," he looked me up and down and I grimaced slightly.
"Baby why don't you show me where that leak was in the kitchen real quick before I show these two to their rooms?" Bo suddenly came in, wrapping his arm around my waist.
He led me into the kitchen, "Vincent know what's goin on baby girl?"
"Yep," I nodded. "But I wanna help you instead. I told him to stay downstairs and work on the guy we just got last week."
He glared at me, "I don't want you workin these two. One of them has a huntin rifle, yah hear?"
I knew what I had to do to get my way…
I pulled him closer and brushed my lips across his, "Baby, please? You know I want to do this."
He sighed, "You owe me later."
I smiled, "Good. You should ask Red to go help you with somethin. His buddy sure seems like he'd be ok with stayin here with me alone."
"You that desperate to get with someone else?" Bo snapped.
"I'm not going to fuck with him Bo," I snarled. "It'll be easy to get him vulnerable."
"Fine," he huffed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't."
"Hey boys!" Bo shouted, still giving me that seductively evil glance he always did that made me want him, and he knew it.
I grabbed onto one of his belt loops and pulled him closer; he gave me a wicked lip twitch.
"Red?" Bo asked loudly.
"What's goin on brother?"
"I need yah to help me with somethin out back, seems like our pipes are messed up. Emily can show Hulbert to his room." Bo called to the other room. I was slowly biting down on his neck, then suddenly did it harder, making him let out a short breath.
"You know I love when you get violent?" he whispered into my ear before biting down on it just as hard.
I giggled viciously, "Oh, I know."
"Play nice with Hulbert. I think he really likes you," he said before giving me the look once more and departing the house with Red in front of him.
"So, Emily right?" Hulbert appeared in the kitchen and I rubbed my reddened ear and nodded.
I knew he wouldn't make a move on me just yet until I led him on knowing he thought Bo and I were married. And if I were a man I wouldn't fuck with anything that Bo claimed ownership to. He just had that look and attitude that nobody would cross.
"You and Bo have been married for how long?" he asked, leaning in the doorway.
I walked over to him and traced a finger down his chest, "Too long. But that's unimportant."
"Is it?" he asked, seeming taken aback.
"Mmhm," I looked up at him and slid my hand down his shirt and hooked my fingers in his belt loops, pulling myself to his chest.
"Are you sure he i-
I cut him off, "Bo is gonna be a while. Why don't I show you to your room?"
"A while. Alright, lead the way gorgeous."
I let my dirty blonde hair loose out of its pony tail and it flowed down to the center of my chest and took of my black zipper sweatshirt which belonged to Bo. I was wearing a white wife beater tank top which exposed part of my stomach and a pair of baby blue pajama shorts.
"Here it is," I opened a door which led into a spare bedroom that nobody used.
"Thank you," he walked in and set his gun down in the corner. Fuck, he was the one with the gun.
He sat on the bed and sighed dramatically as he took off his work boots. I walked over and sat on my knees in front of him, shooing away his hands lightly and untied his shoes myself. He watched as I threw both of them to the corner of the room then in one swift movement I had him on his back with me straddling him.
His hands were all over me, trying to get my top and shorts off as I fiercely kissed him. I knew that I had to get him completely out of his mind before I would kill him.
After pushing me onto my back and roughly sticking his hand down into my pants I pulled him off and onto his back. I suddenly realized that my knife was out in my sweatshirt pocket that I had left in the hallway.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I leapt off of Hulbert and fixed my crooked shorts.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, standing up ferociously.
"I need to go get something," I stumbled with the doorknob.
"No you don't," he pulled me back onto the bed and tried ripping off my pants. I didn't have on my usual combat boots so I couldn't just kick him.
No, I had nothing. I was completely vulnerable. He was stronger than me and I was vulnerable. Defenseless. Exposed. Helpless.
"Get off me!" I yelped, kicking at him.
"Fucking bitch," he tried to flip me onto my stomach so I would stop kicking him in his abdomen.
I screamed for Bo and for Vincent.
"Who the fuck is Vincent?" he asked as he once again tried to pull down my shorts.
Suddenly the door busted open and there he stood. Vincent had a foot long knife in his hand which he easily slipped through Hulbert's body. I laid back on the bed in fetal position, gasping for breath.
Vincent finished and stared at me.
"Sit," I commanded and he of course obeyed. He sat at the other side of the bed and I crawled over to him, still trying to catch my breath. I leaned into him and after a few seconds he put an arm around my waist and pulled my body closer.
"Right," I snapped out of my flashback after a millisecond.
Vincent continued for the upstairs before I got an idea and sprinted after him.
"Wait!" I yelped.
He turned to look at me.
"You can't just jump them. That is too risky. What if I lead them back to the house first? Can I at least do that to help you?" I jumped up and down in place.
He sighed and nodded, seeing how it was a better plan.
"Thank you!" I smiled and pulled of his mask, kissing him before I went to his lair to change.
He followed after me and we both stood in the underground basement, listening to the three walk around upstairs in the House of Wax.
"I'm gonna scare the shit outta them when I go up there no matter what," I told him as I pulled on a pair of jeans, combat boots, and a tight gray with black lace tank top.
"Don't act insane," Vincent said.
I looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"If you go up there and act suspicious they can overpower you," he explained.
"I'm not gonna go be some creep and just hang out in the shadows of the house of wax then jump out and be like 'come home with me kids'." I rolled my eyes and Vincent looked amused.
"I'm going to go lure some unknowing travelers into our home of doom, be right back." I added before leaving to walk upstairs and greet the group to their death.