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Chapter 9

(Emily's POV)

It had been at least two weeks since i had been sick and I was finally feeling better. After days of hacking up orange gunk in the middle of the night, random hot flashes, and making Vincent put up with my coughing fits, it was over.

Now that it was the beginning of February the weather was still cold, but not as freezing as the deep winter was in Ambrose.

As I sat on the wooden railing of the front poarch thinking to myself, I didn't notice Caitlin come outside, her blonde hair swinging around her as she walked over.

"Hey Em," her voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Hey Cait," I responded, tugging on my equally long bronze hair. My bangs had grown out so much within the past month that I had pushed them off to the side.

"So I was thinking," she sat down next to me as we eyed Nick and Bo working on the pick-up. Their faces were smudged with black as Nick handed tools to Bo who was under the car.

"Yeah?"

"I think you and I should go into town tonight to do our job as the lures. There hasn't been anyone here for a while now," she bit her lip tensely.

Surprised I answered, "Sure, I guess. We should probably go somewhere that kids our age would be."

"So like a club or something," her face lit up. A cool breeze flew by and I pulled my knees closer to me, the hoodie I was wearing slightly warming up my exposed legs because my cotton shorts were not doing much to keep me warm.

Bo laughed from under the car, "No clubs in this part a' town girlies. You gotta go into the next town over for that."

"I know," Caitlin snapped. "That's what we were talking about, luring people from that town into here."

He slid out from under the car, "As long as you aint too suspicious about it. I don't need no damn po-lice round here, you got me?"

Caitlin was already back to talking to me about what she was going to wear but my mind was wandering elsewhere. All I wanted to do right now was go down into the House of Wax basement where I would find a lonely man sitting at a desk where he would probably be painting or sculpting a new piece of artwork for it to be hung in the House. His long jet black hair would be hanging in his perfectly pale wax face, his deep brown eyes staring out from behind it. His rough hands working with either a brush or a mold, making every detail perfect.

So perfect. Just like him. But he doesn't know it. He thinks he's a freak, he thinks he's ugly. But no to me. To me he is my life, the man who I would give anything for.

And today I was going to tell him how much he meant to me.

No matter how nervous I was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~about 8 PM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Emmmm!" Caitlin whined from the other side of her bedroom, pulling on yet another outfit.

"What now?" I sighed, fingering my hair as I waited for her to finish getting ready.

"What should I wear?"

I walked over to the mound of clothes that lay on her bed, "This one."

She put it on and smiled. She was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans, red heels, and a long flowy red, black, and yellow halter neck top which was dangerously low cut. Mine was cut just the same except it was all black and criss-crossed down my back; I had on a pair of black skinny jeans and matching heels.

"Ill meet you downstairs," she said before rushing to clean up her mess.

Once I reached the living room where all four of the guys were (Bo, Vincent, Nick, and Lester…oh and the dog) they all turned.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped, making Lester laugh obnoxiously.

Vincent growled at him and walked over to me, leading me into the kitchen. Before I could ask what was wrong his expression told it all. He seemed worried.

I kissed his waxy cheek, "Don't be upset. I love you forever."

At that moment of course Caitlin came flying down the steps and out the front door, grabbing my arm and the keys on her way out.

The outside of this club we found a town or two over was slightly crowded. It was crowded enough that Caitlin decided we weren't waiting in line so she walked right past everyone else, getting a few glares along the way. I sighed and followed her, not wanting to stand by myself in the cold.

"Jesus Christ Cait," I muttered as we reached the bouncer in the front of the line. He eyed the both of us then lifted the rope to let us in, getting a few groans and cusses from the girls in line still.

Once we were inside I saw that the place was just your average club, tons of people dancing, talking, drinking, lots of flashing lights, loud music, and tons of people our age enjoying it all.

Not even five minutes into us being there, we were sitting near the back wall, sipping at an overpriced drink which the bartender gave us for free. But then two guys came walking over to us, Caitlin and I exchanged a glance.

"That's them," I muttered and she nodded.

"Hey ladies!" the taller one with shaggy dark hair smiled, his teeth perfectly white. His friend stood next to him, a sleeveless shirt showing his steroid enduced muscles.

"My names Marc," steroid boy said. "And this is my friend Jarrett."

"Hey," I smiled, cocking my head to the side. "I'm Emily and this is Caitlin."

Marc eyed Caitlin up and down, then ruffled his blonde buzz cut with his hand, "Why don't we go talk over there?"

"Sure," Caitlin nodded, taking his hand and over to the other side of the room.

I looked back at Jarrett. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and smiled again, "So I havnt seen you around here ever."

I shrugged, "This isn't really my scene. Immature kids running around like this."

He seemed shocked, "Yeah totally. Yeah…I mean come on right? Time to grow up. I'm just here because Marc wanted to come."

Wow…no mind of his own.

"So…uh…has anyone ever told you that you have really nice hair?" he struggled.

I sighed and tried to remember why I was here so I sucked it up.

I giggled and touched the end of my long hair, "You think? I really like yours too."

I reached over and let my fingers run through his smooth dark brown hair and he moved closer so my back was to the wall and his body was pressed to mine. He bent down a little and I let him kiss me a few times before he attempted to stick his tongue in my mouth then I pulled away.

"Why don't we get out of here?"

His eyes widened, "Alright. We can go to my place if you-

"Let's go find our friends then drive back to mine. They can take your car and we can take mine," I interjected.

"Cool."

"Dude," Jarret said once we pulled into Ambrose, the isolated towns lights shining through the dark night. "this place is so shady."

I shrugged as we reached the house, pulling into the driveway I smiled to myself thinking about how I would soon get to see Vincent again.

"Does anybody else even live here?" he broke through the silence.

"Yeah," I lied. "It's like midnight so everyone is sleeping. Come on lets go inside."

"Aight," he hopped out of the car and over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. There was a rustling in the bushes near us and Jarrett jumped a little. "What was that?"

"Our dog, now come on." I grabbed his hand and led him into the house, Caitlin and steroid guy whose name I had already forgotten following behind.

I walked back down a back road in Ambrose coming home from school along the fenced in Sinclair home, it was the middle of winter and as usual the weather was below freezing. My black jacket and scarf were wrapped tightly around my thirteen year old pale skinned body. As I was walking back to my house I walked past three girls who I went to school with, Christy, Raya, and Nora. All three girls were plated with pink coats and long blonde glossy hair, their shrill voices giggling loudly, cutting through the icy air. When I walked past them one of them called after me, "FREAK!" I kept walking, used to the usual comments I got from them. But I stopped suddenly as I walked past the front gate to the Sinclair home. There was a boy standing in the bushes, I wouldn't have noticed him if I hadn't been diverting myself from the girls. He just stood there staring back at me. He was dressed in baggy black pants, a large black jacket and his shoulder length black hair hung in his face, pressed down by a black hat. But his face seemed perfect, flawless. I stepped into the main entrence and the girls began to call things at me again. Freak. His dark brown eyes seemed to shine against the snow covered ground. Loser. He was perfect. Ugly. I just needed to get closer. Stupid. I was about three feet from him when the girls finally gave up and walked away. "Hi," I whispered. His eyes seemed to widen a little and I noticed he had a mask on. "Don't be scared," I whispered again, mostly to myself. I let my hand out to him which he stared at. But then after five minutes he reached out too, his icy fingers touching mine for a brief second before he took off, running into the backyard of his house. That was the first time I saw Vincent Sinclair.

"I still think this place is sketchy," Jarrett's voice came from the kitchen, and I looked over at him from the couch.

"You two live together alone here?" muscle guy asked.

"No," I muttered.

Jarrett plopped down next to me, nuzzling my neck. "Who else lives here?"

"My brother," Caitlin inserted, noticing I almost blew our cover. "He should be around here somewhere."

"Why don't we go check the House of wax, maybe he's there?" I suggested, wanting to get this over with.

"Why don't we just hang out here," Jarrett moved closer, kissing my cheek then my hair.

I heard a noise coming from behind us and sat still, knowing it was him.

"Or if you want," he bit my ear softly, "we can go upstairs."

I heard a growl.

Jarrett took matters in his own hands and grabbed my face, kissing me roughly. I pushed his face away and he flew backwards. I knew I didn't push him away that aggressively but it made sense when I saw Vincent standing over him, holding him up and throwing him into the wall.

Jarrett screamed a few curses before scrambling to his feet, Vincent drew his knife and I saw that Nick already had muscle guy in the corner, Caitlin scurried upstairs and into her bedroom when the boys started screaming and attempting to escape.

I ran over to Vincent and put my hand on his back, "Not in the house."

He growled a little and dragged a screaming Jarrett out of the house with Nick right behind him. I heard Bo yell 'Yee-doggie we got ourselves a new addition!' I walked into the basement and sat on the bed to wait for Vincent.

Sleep came over me easily after I changed into one of his t-shirts and threw my shirt and pants into the corner of the room. But I was woken up when Vincent came into the room, dropping his knife on the table and then walking a little. I looked over to see what he was doing when it got silent to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. Crawling over to him, I began to rub his shoulders and back, kissing his neck a few times.

"I love you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him from the back. He turned his head around and stared at me for what seemed like forever.

"How?"

"Because you're perfect," I pushed a piece of hair out of his face, letting my hand take off his mask with one slow movement.

"You're insane," he looked back forward.

I moved over so I was sitting on his lap, "I am insane but you are perfect."

He smiled a little, "I love you."

I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips softly then pulled back, "This is the first time i've kissed you with your mask off."

"I know. I hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you have to look at my face."

"I love your face, you have a nice face," I kissed him again a few more times.

"I have a deformed hideous face," he pulled away.

"Don't listen to Bo. He's just jealous because he knows you're a better person then he is." I pulled his face back.

He pulled away again, "You should be with him. People can look at him and not be disgusted."

I growled and pushed him back on the bed so I was straddling him and kissed him feircly, "I don't want Bo. I want his twin brother."

I kissed him again before he could say anything back and he gave up, cautiously putting his hands on my waist, pulling my body to his. I brushed my tongue against his lips, he let his our to slowly glide across mine. My hand rubbed up and down his chest which was covered by a cold sweater, I pulled back so I was sitting on his waist,sliding my hands up his shirt and onto his perfect stomach.

He made a noise in the back of his throat before helping me slide it off of him. I returned the favor by taking mine off, revealing nothing but a black bra and underwear. His large hands slid down my flat stomach with little force, I traced the scar on the right side of his face, then leaning down to kiss it softly.

My hands then fluttered down to the zipper on his pants, unbuttoning them then unzipping painfully slowly. After sliding them down his legs with him helping a little, I snapped the elastic on his boxers and then pulled them down. I kissed a straight line across his waist, then down a little farther. He grunted a little then let out a short breath. I could tell he wasn't going to push me to do anything so I decided to have a little fun with it.

Biting softly a little lower but not yet on anything important, I licked a small line then kissed it again. Then lower. And lower. Then when I reached it I kissed all the way down before making him even more ready for me. I pulled back up, making him sigh in disagreement.

"Ill let you finish, just not like that," I whispered into his ear then biting it. "Don't be afraid, do what you want."

He stared into my eyes for a moment before kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my waist to push me onto my back, he climbed on top of me and returned the favor with one of my favorite features about him which were his hands.

I gave him a look when he brought his hands up before I wanted him to and he then pulled my underwear off the rest of the way then kissed my lips for a long period of time.

"I love you," he whispered into my mouth.

"I love you too," I said before he took me to a world which I didn't even know of until then.