Dear my favorite people in the whole world (aka my readers),

Thanks for all the comments they keep me writing, R&R, merci.

OMG, we have a cross-over my friends. Brace yourselves. It's gonna get CRAZY. And I mean KRAZZY. And the time period will make absolutely NO sense whatsoever (being that the crossoverers are from like 40 years before the time period house of wax was) but that's the joy in fanFICTION. The whole fiction bit.

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Fang

WARNING: POV CHANGES

Ps: sorry for the large before-note… I just had a lot to say.

Chapter 12

Bo's POV

The beer that sat before me was not even touched. Lester was rambling about something that I honestly didn't give a damn about.

My mind was elsewhere.

My mind was always elsewhere.

Ever since she left me.

Emily.

I had to break it off with her because I knew she was starting to have feelings for my brother. Couldn't blame her.

For some reason all I ever did was treat her like hell. I don't know why at all. I treated her worse than I treated Vincent. She would get upset and then disappear for a while, I knew she was talking to Vincent somewhere. He was there for her.

That time that we had those two hunters come into town and I let her take on the one with the gun she almost got killed. I shouldn't have even let her in the same room as them. My mind was screaming to protect her. To love her. To show her how I really felt. But that would leave a part of me vulnerable.

It was a surprise she stayed with me as long as she actually did. God how I love her. But whenever she told me she loved me I would just look at her and say, 'ok'. The look on her face killed me on the inside. It made my heart feel like it was thrown out of my body and into a cauldron of wax then set on display.

"Bo?" shouted Lester.

"What the hell do you want now?" I looked over.

"You keep doin this to me boy, tell your big brother what's a matter."

I sighed, "Nothin."

"It's her isn't it? I know my brother. And you is my brother. That means I know you!" Lester scratched his head. "Right?"

"Right."

"Why don't you just let her go? You had your chance with her Bo. You saw how you were to her. She was bound to go with me or Vincent sooner er' later," he took a gulp of his drink.

I glared over at him, "I'm never going to give up on her. I need her. And I know that she convinced herself that she loves Vincent just to cover up how much I hurt the poor girl."

"That be true my brother!" the drunken Lester slurred. "You better go get her now! Tell her why you did what you did!"

"I'm goin home. You comin?"

"Nope," he sang. "I gots me a pretty little lady over there who looks like she needs some of the Lester!"

"Good luck with that," I glanced over at some homely looking woman who was about three times the size of Vincent.

I walked out to the car and pictured her in my mind. The smell of her hair. The way she ran her fingers through mine. Love is a beautiful thing.

And I had it. But I couldn't help but have the feeling she didn't.

Vincent's POV

She just left to go upstairs to meet with the people who were intruding in the house of wax. I didn't really mind that they were looking around. What I wouldn't give to hear their opinions on some of my work. Well other than Emily. What exactly did they think of it? But I would never know. They were going to die soon anyway.

I listened carefully; I heard Emily's voice and then a gasp from one of the people.

"Hey, did y'all not see the closed sign on the front door?" she asked, she always let her inner-southern accent shine through when she was talking to a victim. She told me it made her feel more confident in a strange way.

"Sorry sugar," a male voice said. "We thought this town was abandoned."

Emily laughed, god she reminded me so much of Bo when she talked to the victims.

"S'all right. I'm Emily by the way."

"My name is Dallas Winston (LMAO I TOLD YOU SO) and this is my buddy Johnny and Ponyboy." The same male's raspy voice answered.

"Johnny? I thought you were a girl," she laughed and I shook my head.

Did I not tell her to not be insane?

I held my knife in my hand, waiting to hear her lead them down the steps and downstairs for me to finish them off. All I wanted to do right now was crawl into my bed with her by my side and listen to her ramble about nothing. The smell of her hair. The way she ran her fingers through mine. Love is a beautiful thing.

And I had it. But I couldn't help but have the feeling she didn't.

EMILY'S POV

I stared at the three boys (finding out the short tan skinned one with the awkward skinny body was a boy). The one Dallas, was pretty decent looking, he seemed about my age. But the Horseman or whatever his name was seemed more frightened than anything. He just stood there with his wide eyes darting around all over the place.

"Well," I rubbed the back of my head. "If you all want we can go back to my house and you can get yourselves cleaned up."

Dallas looked me over, "What you a cop or somethin?"

I snickered to myself in my mind, "Not even close. I work here at the House of Wax, I was just closing up and then I heard people walkin around."

"Seems like a good idea Dally," Johnny said, his hair was so greasy that I bet Bo could ring it out and fill the cars oil for about a year.

"Sure, sure. You got any food around this joint? I'm starving," Dally pushed his equally dirty hair back.

"Yep, at the house. We should just go down this way or the neighbors may call the cops for makin too much noise," I lied, leading them to Vincent's lair where he waited.

"Baby if this is a set up I swear to god I will blow your brains outta your ears," Dallas flashed a small hand gun.

I rolled my eyes, "Calm yourself down boy. I got a gun three times bigger than that I keep under my pillow at night."

He smirked and put the gun away, "You dig good."

"Sure," I rolled my eyes and opened the door. "What are y'all doin up here anyway?"

"Hidin out," Ponyhorse chimed in for the first time.

Just then I heard someone scream from downstairs, "Honey I'm home!"

It was Bo.

All three boys stopped, "What was that?"

"My brother, now come on." I began walking down the steps and into the basement.

"This is creepy as hell man," Dally eyed the wax faces immobilized into the walls.

"My brother is the artist," I lied. We reached the bottom of the steps where I turned the corner first, seeing Vincent standing with Bo by his side. Both of the brothers were holding their signature knives in their hands.

Bo gave me his infamous devious grin before I walked over to them and as soon as the three boys walked around the corner, Bo and Vincent jumped them.

The Johnny boy was taken out easily by Vincent as Bo fought with Dallas. Vincent tried taking out Dallas from the back to help his brother and Dallas showed no sign of weakness.

I realized that Horseyman had bolted for the staircase and Vincent handed me his knife as I ran past him. We ran through the town as he screamed for help and finally once he reached the movie theater the lights went on throughout the town and I knew someone put them on to help me out.

Manhorse was walking backwards slowly into the wall, "Why are you doing this?"

"That's such a cliché. In a horror movie before the little boy dies he screams that. I mean really Donkeykong, come up with something more original," I walked closer to him slowly.

Finally his back hit the wall and I heard a gunshot from the house at the exact same time. I stopped cold for a moment then stabbed the boy once right through the stomach and he grabbed the knife before slinking to the ground.

There were two more gunshots fired back at the house.

I felt my heartbeat tingle my fingertips. My breath seemed to be louder than usual. The air was dense around me.

I sat on his workbench like I always did. He looked up at me and seemed to smile from under his mask. I ran my fingers through his long dark hair.

Vincent?

We both sat on the couch of the living room. He put one of my hands to his scruffy cheek and then smiled slightly which was rare for him. I took the navy hat off of his head and put it on mine. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck, not bothering to move my hair out of the way.

Bo?