Painted Ivy and Wax Hearts
AvalonReeseFanFics
A/N: Hello my wonderful readers. So here's the next install. It ends all nice and cute, and it's an entirely Charlie chapter for you guys. I'm gonna tell you right now that my issue with my motivation and writer's block has not gotten better. I want to say I'll have the next chapter up by next week but I don't think I will be able to. I'm hoping to have new chapters to share in the new year. So I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, don't forget to leave a review, and I'll see you guys soon!
Chapter 12
Charlie woke up to a splitting headache and dry mouth. She was dying for a drink, but she wasn't… dying.
Or, at the very least, she wasn't wax. Which she could tell because she could move, you know, except for the fact that she was tied up.
She wasn't tied to something. She was just hogtied. Hands bound, feet bound, and they were bound together.
At least her clothes were back on. But best believe she was gonna be slapping whoever undressed and dressed her while she was unconscious.
Charlie sat up, looked at her hands and her feet, looked around at Vincent's room and then shouted for Bo on the top of her lungs. Because, as much as she wanted Vincent, she knew it was Bo who was calling the shots.
She waited silently for the footsteps she could hear get closer to her. The door opened and there was Bo, smiling that smirk of his down at her and behind him was Vincent. Hands deeply rooted in his pockets wearing that full mask again.
She gestured to her hands and then turned a glare to him. "This is just fucked up. Both of you are fucked up."
God she wanted to slap that smirk right off of Bo's stupid smug face. What the hell did he have to be happy about?
"Both of us hmm?"
"Oh don't you try to pin this all on Vincent. Yeah, he's got the creepy part but I'm betting you're the guy with the fetish for knots," she snapped. "Y'all better be about to let me go."
"Well… not exactly," he said as he came to sit on the edge of the bed by her. The second he did, she scooted away from him, while eyeing him with a look of disgust.
"Okay, I don't know if you think this is a The Hills Have Eyes type situation, but I can tell you right now if you plan to keep me here as breeding stock, I will cut your dick of the second I get a chance."
Now that made Bo's eyebrows whip up in surprise.
She had no right to be this sassy, by all accounts she should have been dead and covered in wax. Vincent must have changed his mind after he drugged her, that didn't make her safe though. They could change their minds at any time, she was just too angry to care.
"Yeah, you heard me. And it doesn't have to be with something sharp. I will fucking bite it off if I have to."
"Okay, calm yourself," Bo said putting a hand out to her, but she flinched and he pulled the hand away. "No need to get all bent out of shape…"
"You punched me, Bo," she growled. "And then I woke up naked, drugged and hooked up to a machine that was gonna turned me into my own wax statue replacement…."
She trailed off really thought about it and turned to Vincent. "Was that wax statue a person to begin with? Was it? Have we been moving a dead body to let me sit in the window?"
"No," he said right away. "I made that one by hand."
"Okay I'm not sure I believe you, but I'm gonna take," she said and then turned that glare back to Bo. "But I'm not gonna trust you at all."
"Really?!" Bo thundered as if he hadn't just smacked her sideways and then handed her off to Vincent to turn into a wax statue.
Vincent moved around the bed to the other side of it and then sat down beside her, but at the foot of the bed to give her space.
"We want you to stay," he said.
"Here? Here in the town of death? Are you crazy?!"
"But you wanted to stay before…"
"Yes, that was before I found out y'all went around killing people and turning them into wax statues! That is a level of fucked up that not even I can handle!"
The two men exchanged glances.
"Well, then we have to kill you, because you know now and we can't let you go."
Charlie turned that glare onto him again and so did Vincent. She couldn't see the look on his face through the mask but she knew the look he pinned on his brother was a glare. Bo just glared back and eventually he stood.
"Well, it looks like the decision is up to you," Bo said to her. "You either stay or you die."
He said it with a shrug like it was the most natural ultimatum to give to someone.
Vincent, however, stretched out a hand to her. His fingers lightly brushing against her ankle. Just to get her attention onto him.
"Ignore him."
Bo turned a dry glare onto Vincent. "You know it's the only way, Vincent."
But Vincent didn't even bother to look at him.
"I don't want that to happen, Charlie," he said softly. "I don't want him to hurt you, I don't want anyone to hurt you anymore. We like having you here, and… before this you liked being here too. I know this is a lot to take in… but… maybe… maybe there's a way to…"
"You two have to stop."
Both Vincent and Bo went still and just stared at her.
"That's right, you want me to stay the whole murdering and turning people to wax has to stop. I'm not going to stay here and be a part of that," she said with an indignant sniff.
The two men exchanged glances and then turned back to her.
"Do you really think that we're going to agree to that? That you're in a place to be asking us for anything?" Bo asked.
She didn't. She knew that. But she needed to do something. Anything to get them out of this room so she could try to escape.
"You want me to stay, you gotta stop, simple as that," she said as primly as possible.
Bo looked far from impressed but Vincent kept shooting glances between her and Bo. Well she had got one of them, not that it mattered cause she was going to be running the second she got a chance.
"Okay, this is ridiculous," Bo snapped and then he surged forward. Though Vincent tried to stop him, he got a hold of her, hoisted her up and over his shoulder.
He took her to her room, dropped her on the bed, untied her hands and her feet.
"You have till tonight to decide," he said, and then he slammed the door shut behind him.
That right there was their first mistake.
She knew that the door was locked, that she wouldn't be able to get out that way, but that wasn't the way she was planning to get out.
She went straight to the window and went about opening it up.
Bo must have thought that she wouldn't chance going out the window as there was nothing to climb down on. Well, nothing except a drainpipe. Drainpipes were hard to climb down if you didn't know what you were doing, but Charlie knew. Charlie had a lot of practice running away from places.
Most foster kids did.
So she put on her sturdiest pair of shoes, pulled on the flannel she had stolen from Bo because the sleeves were long enough to cover her hands. With her hands and feet protected she swung herself out of the window and grabbed onto that drainpipe.
It groaned under the weight of her and, for a moment, she was worried it might come away from the wall. This was a lot easier when she was younger.
When the drain pipe stayed firmly rooted to the wall, she began the slow descent down. She figured she'd get to the ground, sneak away and through the abandoned town. No one was down there anyway, no one would see her go, and the boys wouldn't have expected her to be able to escape so she figured she had a lot of time.
Once she got through the town and the forest, she'd find a road, flag down a car and never come near this place again.
Which kind of sucked cause she was going to miss Vincent. Maybe she'd miss Bo too, but mostly she was going to miss Vincent, and lounging around doing basically nothing.
She was half way down the drain pipe when she heard them arguing.
"I don't care, Bo!" Vincent had shouted and she almost let go of the drainpipe. She forgot her room was right under the living room window. She almost dropped right there and broke her ankle again.
"If she wants us to stop, I say we do!"
Wait… they were actually considering her demand. They might… they might actually stop… for her? Charlie climbed the rest of the way down, and then just crouched there below the window.
"Really? You think we can just stop?"
"Yes, Bo I do!" Vincent shouted.
Right, so she was right. It wasn't really Vincent, it was Bo making Vincent think he had to do it.
"Vincent…."
"I'm serious Bo. You want her to stay don't you?"
Did he?
"You know I do."
No fucking shit. Really? He did! Since when did Bo like her?
"Then we agree. We agree and we stop. I'm sure with Charlie in our lives we won't even miss it. It might even be fun to have her along. Imagine going to town and tricking people into thinking we're open with her. She'd have so much fun and so would you."
Actually, she would have fun doing that. Just tricking them, not killing them. Like that actually sounded like fun, she could work in the convenience store and give tours of the wax museum. They could turn this place into an attraction town, they'd just have to get rid of all the dead bodies.
"I mean… I guess…"
"She's not going to stay if we don't agree," Vincent said. "And I'm not letting you kill her. I'm just not. So, if you want her to stay, this is our only option."
"I'm mean… I guess… but…"
"I'm serious, Bo."
She heard Bo huff heavily. "Fine. Fine! But we're going to make her sweat up there, make her think that we're gonna kill her. Maybe she'll rescind her…"
"She's not going to and you know it, but if it'll make you feel better, we'll wait."
Charlie had heard enough. Now she had her own decision to make. But Charlie always made spur of the moment choices so after maybe ten seconds of contemplation, she got back up and climbed right back up that drain pipe.
She really shouldn't have, this was crazy actually, but this was the first place she had been happy. The first place she could actually call home. The first place that had given her a family. And she really, really didn't want to leave Vincent alone with Bo.
So, she climbed back into her room and then waited for the boys to come up and tell her that they were going to agree after all.
And she even acted surprised when they did.