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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 'House of Wax' characters, nor anything to do with the film. But I do own my character.

Chapter Ten

Vickie was humming a song as she walked up the hill, towards the house. She hoped to god someone was in the house so they could help her. The town was making her nervous and she wanted away from it as soon as possible. She just wanted to get back to the campsite and cuddle into Nick by the warm fire.

… but that wasn't going to happen.

She sighed and stopped singing as she came to the bottom of the houses garden. A truck was parked with one of its wheels over the cement wall of the lawn.

She frowned and shook her head. She couldn't drive for shit, so who was she to judge.

Biting her lip, she stalked closer to the house, frowning at how dark the day had gotten.

None of the houses lights were on, but Vickie paid that no mind and walked up to the front door. She knocked a couple of times and waited anxiously.

Seconds passed and she sighed. She knocked again, this time louder. "C'mon…" She mumbled, losing her patience.

She heard the sounds of a car coming towards her and frowned. She noticed the lights of the car were pointed at her and going in her direction.

She turned around and immediately put a hand up to her eyes to block out the bright lights. "Woah…" she grumbled, squinting her eyes.

The truck stopped in front of her and she bit her lip, contemplating shouting out to the person.

She felt a sense of Déjà vu and was thankful when they turned off their lights. The man got out of his truck and slammed the door, looking at her with false confusion.

"Hey there! Can I help you Miss?" The guy asked, giving her a fake smile.

Vickie didn't notice the acting.

Nor did she realize that he was the guy from the campsite.

And she especially didn't know that he was a serial killer, and she was in real trouble.

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for my friends… I was wondering if you had seen them?" She asked, smiling politely. Whenever she spoke to people who weren't her friends, she put on a huge 'I'm a really good, sweet and innocent girl… who doesn't have an anger problem'. "They came here earlier looking for a gas station… and well, we've checked there and you know… haven't found them…" She trailed off, hoping he understood what she was meaning.

The guy nodded, showing he understood. "Alright, yeah, okay… if you don't mind me asking at all, darling, who's 'we'?" He asked, sweet talking her.

She smiled in response and decided to let the guy down gently, just in case he was trying to make a pass on her. "My boyfriend…" She said, putting emphasis on 'boyfriend'. "And my friend, Dalton."

The guy nodded, looking disappointed. "Ahh, right. Shame that is… your boyfriend, I mean. Lucky guy." He commented, making Vickie feel a little awkward.

She stuck to her good girl act and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry…" She said, giggling a little and giving a small shrug.

He waved a hand a shrugged. "No problem… I'm just happy to be in a pretty girl's presence." He said, winking at her. Vickie giggled again in response. "Oh, I didn't tell you my name, now, did I?" He asked.

Vickie shook her head and smiled again. She was slightly getting sick of having to smile all the time, but if it got her information on where Wade and Carly was, then she'd keep on smiling and giggling. Hell, she'd even force herself to flirt a little. I mean, it wasn't like the guy was ugly looking, he was pretty handsome actually.

"Right, well my names Bo. It's nice to meet you." Bo said, grinning at her. He stepped towards her and held out his hand, hoping to get her name in response.

She didn't keep him waiting, and put her hand in his. "I'm Vickie."

Bo nodded and kept hold of her hand. He brought it up to his lips and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, keeping eye contact while he did it.

Vickie looked down and then back up, pretending to act shy.

"You really are beautiful." He complimented her, smiling. He lowered her hand but didn't let go of it. He kept her hand in his and stroked the back of her hand.

And just as Vickie believed Bo's act, he completely believe her own little act, thinking her too shy and nice to pull her hand away or deny him anything he wishes.

He thought she was a dainty little girl who only wanted to help find her friends.

But, boy, was he wrong.

"So, darling… who are your friends? The one's you are looking for." He asked, still stroking her hand. He gave her a flirty smile and kept his eyes on hers.

Vickie bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from punching the guy for touching her. "Uh, my boyfriends sister, Carly…" She pretended not to notice his grip tightening at the mention of her boyfriend. "And her boyfriend, Wade." She said, smiling at him.

She let her eyes break away from his to look behind him, towards the wax house. Surely Dalton has had a good enough look by now.

Her eyes flew back to his once he started talking again. "Right, well sorry, doll face, but I haven't seen your friends."

Vickie felt herself become annoyed once he called her 'doll face'.

'Seriously? Do I really look like a little girl who can't hold her own in a fight?' She thought.

She stopped herself from becoming too angry when she felt her hand twitch. Bo must've felt it because he stroked the skin there before letting go off her hand. He then turned his attention to her head and the cap that sat there.

"Nice cap." He commented, nodding up to the hat on her head.

She smiled back at him and thanked him. "Thanks, it's my friends." She said, reaching her hand up to touch it.

He nodded, grinning and looked at her carefully. "That Wade or Carly?" He questioned.

Vickie shook her head, unaware of the intensive staring. "Nope, Dalton." She said, smiling sweetly.

"Ah, alright then… where is your friend then? Shouldn't he be with you right now, darling?" He asked, still staring at her.

"Uhh…" She said, biting her lip. She nodded up to the House of Wax. "He's actually in that wax house."

Bo raised his eyebrows and turned his head, looking at the house. "Really?" He asked, smirking. He wiped the smirk from his face when he turned to her again.

"Mmhmm." Vickie hummed, nodding.

Bo nodded and looked up at the house in front of them. He turned back to Vickie and grinned at her.

The moment he did that, Vickie immediately felt uneasy. She felt like that's the look a lion would give a lamb. That he's the predator and she's the prey. She didn't like it.

He stared at her, a weird glint in his eyes, completely unaware of her thoughts.

"Hey, how about… we go inside, and I phone the garage to see if your… boyfriend managed to find your friends. There will definitely be someone there, they might just be downstairs." He said, and smiled at her, trying to coax her into agreeing to go into his house.

Vickie bit her lip and frowned a little. She didn't want him to know that she didn't trust him. He was hiding something, and she would find out what. And the only way she'd be able to do that, is if she did what he said. "Sure, that sounds good to me." She said, cheerily.

Bo grinned in response and motioned his hand up to the house. "After you then, darling."

Vickie gave him a fake smile and turned, heading up to the door.

As Vickie's back was turned, Bo let his eyes wander over her body.

He really liked the look of her. She was sweet, and she was small. Her small body wouldn't be able to fight him off.

He had already decided the moment he saw her. And he confirmed the idea once she told him that that guy from the gas station was her boyfriend.

He was going to keep her. She would be his.

He wasn't going to let this one get away from him as easily as the other one. He would do whatever it takes.

She will be his.

TBC…