Bo-even-cuter: Hehe thanks for the review  I know how u feel, I read all the House of Wax fan fictions and I wanted more, so I just wrote one. And I know Bo is yummy XD and yes I believe Nick may be a bit crazy. When I saw the movie I kinda pictured him being a killer.

Chapter 5

(Emily's POV)

Vincent looked at me as I slipped on a pair of my old black work boots with tan laces with reached halfway of my calf. I finished the outfit with a pair of black jeans tucked into the boots, and a fitted black t-shirt. I let my light brown and blonde highlighted hair fall down over my shoulders and down my back.

"I wasn't dressed for work," I smirked as I explained to him while I changed.

He nodded and stood up from the bed, "I wonder if Nick is good at this."

I shrugged, "He looks pretty strong."

"YOOOHOOOO YOUREADY?" Bo sang from upstairs.

Vincent and I laughed and looked at each other for one last moment before he had to leave.

"Have fun," I sat on his work table tilting my head to the side.

He walked over to me and I kissed his lips which poked though his mask before he grabbed a few knives from the table I was sitting on. He departed, stuffing them in his pockets, walking through the trap door and upstairs.

I sighed and hopped off the table. Once I reached the upstairs hallway I heard the door slam shut and feet stomping down the front porch. Caitlin was curled up on the couch, looking through a dusty book which came from the book shelf in the living room.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked, plopping next to her.

She looked up, "Uhh…History of Wax."

I raised my eyebrows. "Ok then…well I need to go to the basement of the gas station. I want you to come with me."

She gave me a skeptical look, "Why?"

"I need to take care of something there," I muttered.

"You're going to kill that girl, aren't you?" she snapped.

"Cait! Please," I breathed. "Bo said that you need to do something…"

"What?" her voice lowered, sounding slightly scared.

"When Nick came down before to say he wanted to help Bo said that you have to help somehow or…"

"Em," she whispered.

"I know," I put my head in my hands. "It's quick, trust me."

Reluctantly Caitlin followed me down the dimly lit streets of Ambrose and towards the gas station. Once we reached the beat down building which was quite eerie looking, she continued to complain.

"Emily," she whined.

I rolled my eyes, "What now?"

She sighed, seeing that I wasn't going to have any more of her complaining which she had been doing the whole walk to the gas station.

"This better be a good one," I sighed, leaning on one of the small white machines which used to pump gas out of them.

She took a deep breath realizing it was her last shot at convincing me, "You're a vegetarian."

I stared at her, "Aaaand?"

"Why are you a vegetarian?"

"Because I don't think anything should feel that sort of pai-

Oh…

"You don't think anything should feel that sort of pain. The torture and agony before death. The fear that they experience," she rambled, obviously nervous still.

I didn't know what to say.

"Like I said before," she continued, "do you think anyone would be proud of you? Your mom? Grandma? What about your brothers?"

Silence.

"Why don't you just…instead of killing them why don't you and I BRING them here for the guys to take care of it?"

I sat thinking for a moment, "Ok."

She smiled, "Good."

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The House of Wax was empty as usual when I walked inside. The feeling of emptiness washed through my body when I looked into the eyes of the wax figures, the souls of their humans inside begging to be released.

My fingers brushed across the hand of what I recognized to be one of the blondes from before.

"You were just lost weren't you?" I whispered, letting go of her lifeless hand.

"I haven't seen you in here in a while," I heard a voice behind me, making me jump.

I turned to see Bo looking around at the figures standing around us, "Caitlin told Nick about her idea."

I bit my lip, "Are you mad?"

He walked over to me and brushed my bangs from my eyes, "How could I ever be mad at someone as beautiful and sweet as you?"

I choked on my words a little as I backed away, "So you're ok with it?"

He sighed, "Yeah…"

"I should go check on Vincent," I muttered as I quickly shuffled away and through the kitchen.

"Wait!" Bo called, rushing after me.

"What?" I grumbled, stopping at the door to the staircase leading to the basement.

Quickly and painfully he ripped me around and pressed his lips to mine so roughly I thought I would bruise. I pushed him off of my lips using my hands against his face but his grip on my waist was too strong.

"Get off me!" I growled, still attempting to pry his hands off my waist.

"No," he sneered. "I'm tired of this. You should be with me. That's what our parents wanted. What my mom wanted. She wouldn't want to see you with HIM."

He kissed me again and rougher, I bit down on his lip so hard that he yelped and let go for a second. Taking advantage of the moment to escape I rushed away and threw open the door as Bo swung his arm at me, and I ducked down the steps just in time before I faced a blow to the head.

"Vincent!" I gasped, racing down the steps. I was going so fast that I couldn't slow down when he appeared at the end of the staircase infused with wax and I crashed right into him. Holding me in his strong arms to keep me from falling, he looked confused.

"Bo," I panted. Vincent growled and looked upward, I slowly turned to see Bo standing at the top of the staircase, sweating and an angry expression on his face.

"That bitch," Bo pointed at me. "She was all over me then she thought she heard you so she bolted. Vince, you can't trust her."

I latched my arms around him and sobbed into his chest, "Vincent, he's lying."

"Who you gonna believe, your own brother or some girl?" Bo gritted his teeth.

Vincent pushed me back so he could look at my face, covered in sweat and tears.

"He's lying," I said through clenched teeth.

"Come on freak, dispose of her." Bo commanded.

"Vincent I trust you. I know you won't," my breath quickened with fear. "You know I love you."

Vincent looked up at Bo and pushed my away. He began to walk up the stairs and Bo bolted out the door and I heard footsteps pounding around upstairs.

"Freak you better watch yourself," I heard Bo's voice scream, it sounded like he was running around the House of Wax.

I gasped and rushed into the bedroom of the basement and sat down in the very corner of the bed against the wall with my legs held tightly to my chest, crying.

About twenty minutes later I heard someone coming down the staircase from the House of Wax, I squeezed my legs tighter to my chest.

Vincent appeared in front of me when I finally got the courage to look up, "Vincent?"

He didn't say anything. He simply sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. Cautiously I moved towards him, putting a hand on his back.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, my words intertwined with fear.

He looked up and pulled out a massive knife from his pocket, glazed with blood.

I didn't let go of him as he raised it up in front of his face.

"I'm not afraid of you. I trust you, remember?"

He threw the knife across the room so it stuck in the wall and then pulled my onto his lap, resting his head on my shoulder and cried.

I rubbed his head and held him closer with my other arm. His voice was hoarse when he began speaking, "I killed him."

I bit my lip hard and tasted a tinge of blood in my mouth, "Why?"

"He told me if I didn't kill you," he choked. "That he would do it himself."

I held him tighter, "I love you."

His grip around my waist was nearly bone crunching, "I love you too. Don't leave me please."

"Never."