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Hearts Forever in Wax

Chapter 13

(Marly)

"Oh. My. God!" Carly sobbed. As soon as she laid eyes on her brothers bruised face she dropped the knife to the stone floor. I didn't even bother going for it because I was just as emotional at seeing him like that as she was. What should I do? If I let them go the police will be here to take them all away but if I don't it's captivity and abuse. I just wanted Vincent.

"I can't get the handcuffs off!"Carly hissed and I snapped back to the present. Nick looked up to me and the worst guilt flooded my system. Carly snorted sarcastically looking from him to me.

"Don't bother. She's fucking the one with the mask." She spat and suddenly ran to the corner where a pair of bloody boltcutters sat and my stomach twisted wondering how it got that way and I knew exactly how it bad it really looked. Nick was looking at me disbelief, wanting me to say Carly was wrong and we were all getting out of here but I just shook my head and looked away. There was a sudden sound of loud crunching metal as Carly snapped the handcuffs with the boltcutters. Nick stood and I realized two tips of his fingers were missing...I looked back to the boltcutters.

"Who?"

"Bo. Who Cares? We need to go. All of us." He glared at me through bruised eyes. When I didn't answer Nick bent and grabbed the knife from the ground, I got a sudden jolt of energy in my system. RUN! It had shouted, I didn't think just ran back through the door and up the stone stairs back to where the rusty cars and peoples belongings were stacked to the ceiling. Back out in the sunshine I was tackled by Nick with Carly close behind him. I let out the loudest shriek before we struggled on the ground for a few moments then the knife was to my throat.

"You're coming back home with us whether or not I have to do it like this." He said. He yanked me up with the knife still at my thoat.

"Why are you even bothering with her?" Carly demanded. "She wants to stay here..so let her! The police can handle it." I realized Carly was holding up a rusty pickaxe and I pushed farther back into Nick. I was more afraid of Carly stabbing me than her brother. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she gasped, raising the pickaxe and we both realized she was looking behind us. We all turned with the knife still held to my throat to see them. Vincent, Bo, and Lester. They all emerged from the shadows of the treeline unafraid of approaching us and they all moved strange..circling and slightly jerky..like predators about to make a leap. They wordlessly fanned out in different directions..hunting. It spooked me and I knew it spooked Nick and Carly by their frozen panicked features. I focused on what they were holding Lester a gun, Bo a hatchet and Vincent a machete. He lifted the machete, slowly pointing it at Nick and tilted his head. Goosebumps broke across my skin..it was every killer from the horror movies. Somehow his voice carried to us clearly despite his mask.

"Take that knife off of her throat or I'll cut off her head." He gestured toward Carly. "Then I'll string you up by your ankles, naked, and shred every inch of your skin off your body all while you're screaming and begging to die." His deep voice threatened. The goosebumps worsened and his siblings didn't flinch or argue just stared with those serial killer smiles holding weapons ready for the attack. The knife was taken away from my throat as Nick automatically stepped back from me..with a threat like that I would have too. I stared at Vincent wondering what actual state of mental health he was in. It even had me hesitating to go to him and he was looking at me expectantly but I only had a moment to think of that before I realized they were all staring at me, that it was time to make that choice. HE was staring at me and my thoughts drifted to tonight when we would be naked in our bedroom upstairs with his powerful arms around me and me drifting off to sleep to the familiar smell of Vincent. I craved it. But that made the tears fall right in front of all of them. I couldn't watch them take care of Carly and Nick I knew what was about to happen because I couldn't have one foot in both worlds.

I looked from the ground back up to the machete weilding killer and made my legs move until I was beside him. I refused to look at him or the other two I just whispered.

"I can't witness this." And continued walking back through the woods to town to our bedroom the whole time telling myself maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I was a horrible person like them and that's why I belonged here.

(Vincent)

"Go after her."Bo said to him. "We can handle them." But Vincent shook his head and stared hate filled eyes on Nick.

"I want him." He muttered and charged with machete running at them and Nick held up an arm in response. The girl held her pickaxe and threw it up just in time making a sliding contact with the machete and pushed Vincent back. They were an obstacle..Marly had walked right past him. She chose him and that made his chest swell with so much happiness he thought he might explode but he also knew it would be a long time before she truly opened up and forgave him again..before they could go back where they left off. He would treat her so kindly and make her feel good. She was his world and soon he would become hers once again. He lifted a booted foot and kicked the girl back, she fell on her back roughly and Nick lunged forward swinging his little knife in every which direction..he was sloppy and lacked grace or practice. This will be quick, Vincent thought and swung the machete out, there was a split second where everyone froze..even Nick. Then a straight line of crimson poured from his throat and he fell to the ground..soon to be dead.

"No!" The girl screamed and picked up the axe. He would make quick work of her as well and have Lester dispose of both of their bodies. He raised his machete and suddenly Bo was there knocking the girl back on her butt and placing a hand on Vincents chest. The girl stood once again getting ready to spring at them both with hell in her eyes.

"She's mine. She's mine to break." Bo growled and Vincent hesitated.

"Not a good idea." Lester called from behind them and Vincent couldnt agree more. She would give them problems..possibly put a future wedge between him and Marly where this girls' well being were concerned..better to kill her now, let Marly grieve and he be her focus once more..not watching the troublemaker.

"No. She will be the death of us."Vincent growled authoritatively. "I will not..,"

"I'll keep her chained up at the gas station. Marly doesn't even need to know she's alive..for now." Since when did Bo negotiate with Vincent?

Vince swung his elbow out and it made contact with the girls face..she dropped to the ground again instantly unconcious. Vincent stepped close to Bo realizing for the time in a while that he was taller than him. "The first time she causes trouble. She's dead." With that he turned and left the clearing to find Marly.

(Marly)

I was wiping my red, watery, sore eyes when I looked up and jumped out of my skin! Vincent was sitting on the bed close where I was huddled on the floor with my back to the wooden walls and my knees to my chest. They were all gone...again..it was like I was cursed to return and everyone that came with just died. That meant I could never leave again but at the same time I found leaving emotionally impossible at this point. I just needed to sort out my thoughts and grieve through my guilt, I understood that.

"You know I love you." He said. It wasn't a question but an uttered statement and I looked up at him. My stomach went into natural knots as I studied him..his hair, dark as coal, healthy looking and as long as his ribs; I found it incredibly pleasant. His hands, which were clenching and unclenching as though he were working through his own nerves, I found that incredibly adorable. I studied his fingers longer, his hands were almost big enough to consider my head crushable..those hands could snap one of my bones in an instant and instead I thought of them roughly traveling up my thighs towards..

I cut off my thoughts and looked back down at the floor.

He cleared his throat after a few minutes of silence and I looked back up at him. I thought he was going to talk but I realized he was looking toward the blanket tacked windows..was he also trying to keep his composure? I couldn't tell a thing with that mask on. He stood up so suddenly I jumped but he just turned and slid his back down the wall to sit on the floor pressed right against my side. I had stiffened a moment while he stretched one leg out and bent one knee to casually drape his arm over. He didn't hesitate and reached out to take my hand and after I let him. He rubbed soothing circles into my skin with his thumb.

"I know..," I whispered with fresh tears in my eyes. When he didn't speak I continued. "I know you love me." But I couldn't bring myself to say it back. Instead I let him quietly rub my hand in peaceful silence for a few minutes and then...

I woke slowly to the tickling feeling of Vincents fingertips grazing up and down my bare arms. He had moved us to the bed sometime after I fell asleep. I was between his legs with my back to his chest and the blankets around me. I was so comfortable and calm..warm and relaxed. His fingertip slightly brushed against my nipple going down my arm and I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not but my reaction was still the same. A little breathy moan escaped me and delicious jolt of pleasure played between my thighs.

"More?" He whispered roughly above me and his deepr voice suddenly sparked moisture down there.

"More." I whispered back in the darkness. He started slow continuing to caress up and down my arms before going up and over my shoulders slowly down my chest..and lightly brushed both of my hard nipples over my shirt before lightly massaging my stomach. I whimpered when my throbbing clit begged to be touched and it excited me to hear his breath quicken..to feel that hardness against my back that I could turn on this beast of a man so intensely. I experienced his soft love making already by the creek and in the woods but..my mind wandered and my cheeks blushed at the thought of him fucking me like the beast he was. Holding me down and claiming me with his body and his strength..I opened my legs under the blanket and guided one of his hands to my thigh and up...up slowly to my soaked heat. I pressed his hand to it and that's when the light growling in his chest started. I wasn't sure if he even knew he was doing it but it was the animal I wanted..needed. His thumb found my clit and teased it mercilessly earning pants and begging sounds from me. After enough teasing I was so wet I could feel it trailing down my thigh, I was ready and not to make love..I was ready to be fucked.

I turned and put us face to face in the dark our eyes had time to adjust and I lightly played with the sides of his mask as I straddled his legs putting his hard cock right against my soaked underwear. His arms came up around me and pulled me clsoe but otherwise was quiet and patient for me to continue other than the slight possessive growling his chest seemed to be naturally doing.

"In the woods..when you threatened them..you were an animal. A beast." I trailed off not knowing if I should say what I wanted lightly or just come out with it.

"I'm sorry. I must have frightened you." His tone went to regretful and I shook my head.

"That beast?"I leaned in and licked across his neck before biting down softly at first and then a little harder. He moaned at the pain and dug his fingers into my hips to push me harder against his erection.

"That beast..I want him." I whispered in his ear. "I want him to hold me down and fuck me as though you were claiming me..like the predator you are." His growling intensified and his grip on me tightened..he took a deep breath and then I was on my knees, legs apart..his hand pushed my head into the pillows and raised my ass into the air. This was it..I braced myself.

(Lester)

"He's changed so quickly." Lester said to Bo across the kitchen table talking about Vincent in the woods.

"He sure has." Bo agreed flatly and slung back another shot of whiskey. "How is anyone going to get any sleep around here?" He half joked half grumbled and Lester honestly laughed. They looked up above them at the intense moans, the banging of the headboard against the wall and the scraping against the floor. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh was unmistakable and Marlys high pitched cries mixed with Vincents growling moans was enough that Bo was trying to hide the face that he was enjoying it. Maybe Lester should sneak out and leave to listen, hell he wouldn't be surprised if he snuck the door open a crack to watch. That was his business. He thought of the other girl still unconcious in the gas station basement. Would she be continuous trouble for them all or become something more? After a few more moments of Marly gasping profantities Lester took his leave to bury the boy's body.

(Bo)

He sat at the table the rest of the hour adjusting his own erection every so often. He thought of Carly down in the basement..thought of tying her down and fucking her as well but he thought about how Marly and Vincent sounded..mutual pleasure sounded so sweet. Bo found himself wanting it..Carlys screams would be for a whole different reason. On a bad day Bo would crave that screaming of him forcing himself on her, watching her cry and refuse to like it while her pussy spasmed around his cock..but today..right now? He imagined Carly willingly taking off her own clothes and dropping them at her feet to crawl up the bed, looking up at him with those seductive eyes and lowering herself down..down onto his own hard..

"Have you been down here the whole time?" Bo snapped out of his thoughts to see Vince and Ginger dressed and going through the fridge for drinks..he was sure they needed some hydration after that. Gingers face was red with straight embarrassment but Vincent had on his mask again.

"I sure was." He laughed at her obvious discomfort as he answered her question bluntly, slung back another shot and followed Lester out the squeaky front door.