Yay i finally got around to posting again it's been hecktic. anyway enjoy::

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The sun had dropped past Ambrose and the street lights flickered to life. Everything was full of sound and light. Lillian sat on the porch and watched. The boys weren't back yet, she knew they wouldn't be. Bo was focused in the house. She rubbed her neck as she waited patiently. She had to tell him, he was bound to find out sooner or later.

Lillian opened the door and walked in. Bo was messing around in the kitchen, sharpening his knife blades. Lillian leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and looked at him. She pushed a small wisp of hair out of her face and smiled at him, once he had looked up at her.

"Bo, we, I, umm, I-I'm not going back to school. I can't pay for tuition so I can't attend anymore." Lillian said quickly. Bo just looked at her and then looked back at his knives.

"I know," Bo replied nonchalantly. Lillian looked at him puzzled.

"How?"

"You're financial advisor called here your first year, said you couldn't make the second semester payment. Called again your sophomore year, same thing. Then she called a couple weeks ago, said you couldn't make anymore payments, and me and Vincent had killed anyone so I couldn't make the payment for you, said you were getting removed."

"You were making my payments? My F.A. told me that the money was coming from scholarships. Wait, how'd she get the number here?"

Bo examined the knife blade very carefully then ran a finger over the edge. "It was the shop number, I wrote it on one of the forms for school. Something about primary contacts, I believe. Figured it couldn't hurt to see you happy at school. You always did have more use for school than me."

Lillian felt touched and surprised by Bo. He was barely ever so generous. Each semester he paid for was at least six grand if not more. Hadn't he been the one to fight her for going to college. The he turned around and did that. The light above the kitchen table flickered slightly.

"Generator kicked in finally." Bo mentioned, Lillian barely acknowledge it.

"Bo," Lillian whispered faintly. He looked up at her questioningly. "I love you."

"Yeah, me too." Bo replied and looked back at his knives. She walked up beside him and knelt down by him. She moved his face toward hers and kissed his lips softly.

"Nobody was ever, ever that nice to me. I love you so much," Lillian whispered.

Girls really do respond if you treat them like shit. Bo thought. She looked up at him, pulled him off the chair and onto the floor. She pulled his head down into a passionately heated kiss.

The chair tipped backwards onto the floor. Bo angled himself on top of her and kissed down her neck. Lillian shivered at his touch. Both knew in the back of their minds what kind of relationship they had, neither one cared.

"Now, right here, on the floor," Lillian whispered, to which Bo happily obliged. He ripped off his own shirt and then for Lillian's. Her hair was still wet from her bath earlier, he rubbed the side of his face in her hair. He kissed the tops of her breasts and then worked his way down to her navel. He unzipped her pants and then hassled with his own. Lillian kicked her pants into the corner of the kitchen and then pulled Bo down closer to her.

She laid there in her lacy black panties with a mismatched white bra. Bo continued to kiss her roughly as his hand wiggled her panties down to her ankles, to which Lillian kicked them by her pants. Lillian bit Bo's lip, harder than usual, drawing blood. Lillian licked off the blood hungrily. Bo had managed to kick his boxers off in a random direction and crawled on top of Lillian.

"Bo...Bo...Bo..." Lillian whispered. Bo thrust in and out of her slow at first than fast and faster. She kissed the sides of his face, biting him every so often, and moved with every thrust and pound. Bo sucked on her neck in places, causing her to moan his name in ecstasy. Bo could feel her coming closer and closer as he worked on her. Lillian let out a finishing moan. Bo followed close after. He collapsed on top of her and rolled to her side. He lay shaking next to her. Lillian kissed the sides of his face, she could feel the sweat on her lips. Bo move his hand slowly down her body and started to tease her as he traced the top and inside of her thigh. She moved her body closer to him. She pushed his hand closer and rubbed his fingers around her clit. Lillian bit her lip and gave a small moan. Bo fingered her happily. A sneaky smile crossed her face and then she kissed him again.

"You're a big tease," Lillian said as they lay on the cold kitchen floor. Lillian started shaking slightly.

"You're the tease, walking around here with those clothes, and this body," He said and rubbed his hand over her sides. Lillian was still slightly self conscious about the way she looked even though she did admit she did looked better than she did in high school.

"We should get changed," Lillian whispered.

"Yeah, come on, we can shower together." Bo replied and sat up. He picked up Lillian and carried her upstairs.

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The moon reflected into Bo's room and bounced off the standing mirror. She hadn't been able to sleep, too many things were roaming through her head. Bo was sleeping peacefully next to her.

Lillian quietly got out of bed and walked through the halls of the house. She walked downstairs and collected their clothes from the kitchen and threw them on the back of the couch. She walked on the porch and looked out of the town. She remembered how the town used to look and sound.

Tourist came from all over to see the famous and world renowned House of Wax built by a master artist, Trudy Sinclair. Funded, of course, by Victor Sinclair. Always a few new faces everyday, even during the winter. The town of Ambrose was picturesque. Almost seemed like a bit of heaven. Then children went missing, playing in the yard happily one minute the next gone. The cannery closed up, losing more tourists. Finally, everyone started to leave. The only ones remaining were the elderly, the parish, shop owners and the Sinclair's. Until Victor shot his wife and then himself. Ambrose was shortly popular again, but only for a month or so. Mostly police, not the happy families which once roamed the streets. The boys were young and Dalton had just been born a year before she was diagnosed with the cist. Once their parents died Damian was 18 and could care for the boys, but not Dalton. Even with her living in with them, they couldn't. Social Services came quickly and put him in a good home. She had contacted his adoptive parents once and awhile, receiving pictures as he grew up. She kept every one they had sent her. They had stopped his junior year. He still looked close to what was junior pictures looked like.

The truck was still gone from the driveway. She had figured they'd be back by now, they could have pulled over to spend the night somewhere. She hoped that's what had happened.

Lillian looked toward the gas station, the lights were on, but she swore she saw someone moving. Maybe she should get Bo. No, it would be the lights playing tricks on her. Lillian shrugged it off and walked back into the house, double bolting the door as she did. The house was dark, with the exception of the kitchen light above the stove. Lillian walked into the kitchen and shut off the light. She didn't remember it being on. The house creaked after the light went out. She felt scared, terrified, as if she wanted to scream out in terror. She didn't though. She took a few steps and heard a side door creak open. Her head jerked in the direction of the door.

Maybe if I hide on the floor no one will find me. Wait, I'm being silly. Bo's upstairs sleeping and Vincent is gone with Dalton and Damian. Those other people are locked up. Lillian thought. Maybe my eyes weren't playing tricks. No, I'm getting myself worked up.

She walked toward the steps and heard shoes on the linoleum tiling in the kitchen. She froze. She couldn't scream or run. It wasn't girls' shoes either, it was men's work boots. Or a heavy pair of shoes. Lillian stopped breathing slightly.

Maybe Bo's up and he's trying to trick me. I'll get him, but I'd rather get upstairs first. Lillian thought and tip-toed up the steps. The footsteps followed her. A pang of fear struck her. She was almost to the landing, two steps from safety. Well as safe as you could get living with a serial killer. She jumped the last two steps and ran for the first room she could find. It was Vincent's, thank god. He had a bolt on his door and Lillian locked the door and turned on the lights. There was a tunnel that led from Vincent's room to Bo's room, but she couldn't remember where Vincent had hid the entrance.

Lillian could hear the footsteps at the door and saw the door handle jiggle. In a moment of weakness she let out a petrified scream of terror. It could have woken the dead, it did of course wake Bo. He noticed Lillian wasn't in bed with him and looked through the open door. He could see the vague outline of someone standing at the door trying to force their way into the room. Bo quietly got out of bed and reached for his double bladed bowie and lifted the floor boards which led him to Vincent's room. He pushed open the entrance to Vincent's hidden door and looked for Lillian.

"BO! BO! HELP!" Lillian screamed and cried. Bo crawled out of the closet wall and into the open room. Lillian was huddled in a corner of the room.

"Lily." Bo whispered. Her head jerked from side to side and spotted Bo. He had his knife out and looked under the door. The feet had left and the door rattling had subsided. He ran to Lillian and held her.

"It's ok, it's ok. They're gone." Bo whispered and rocked her back and forth. Needless to say, they slept in Vincent's room that night.

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The next morning Lillian found herself cuddling Vincent's pillow and Bo was nowhere to be found. Every door was open and everything was thrown out into the open. Lillian sat up and walked around the piles of stuff on the floors. She looked around as she walked through the hall and down the stairs. Her stuff was piled next to the door and Dalton was snoozing on the couch. She smiled and walked down by him without a care. Damian came wondering in.

"Good, y'er up. Bo told us what happened last night. Both captives are present and accounted for and we rounded up two more. We gottem good last night. Tucker this little one out though." Damian said. "Cleaned out the building." Lillian's smile faded and she glared at Damian.

"He saw you kill them. He watched you kill his friends." Lillian said bluntly.

"No, he was crying most of the time. Chased a blonde one into the warehouse, died on her knees. Suppose that's how she lived by the looks of her." Damian commented. Dalton slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. They were blood shot and swollen from crying.

"Bo and Vincent are still looking for whoever it was." Damian finished.

"You ok, Dalt?" Lillian asked caringly. He just looked at the floor. "It's ok, it'll be ok." She said and held onto him. He was still the baby of the family.

Bo and Vincent walked into the house. Damian looked at them. Bo shook his head.

"Whoever it was is gone now. I think maybe that guy came in here last night and then ran back to the girl to save her. Didn't help him though, I still took a few slugs at her face and then got him." Bo explained. Lillian nodded, Dalton was quiet, but still felt comforted by Lillian's effort.

Bo motioned his head toward Dalton.

"He's upset, cuz you guys went and killed his friends." Lillian said, almost angrily.

"He's just not used to it that's all. It'll take some time before he opens up to the idea." Bo said and walked into the kitchen. Lillian scowled and Bo then focused back on Dalton. He looked just as helpless as he did the first time she held him.

"It'll be ok, I promise." Lillian whispered. Dalton nodded slightly. He knew he was safe with Lillian around.

"Lets go, we have some work to finish." Bo said as he emerged from the kitchen with three beers in his hands.