||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 17 |Melting Hearts|

"No..." I breathed, "no, Nick wait! Please..." but it was too late, it was already done. I watched as the floor in between us and Vincent filled with fire. Vincent had tried to run over to us but was stopped by the dense wall of flames.

"Nick! Y/N! Let's get out of here!" Carly beckoned.

I didn't move, prompting Carly to call  "hurry!"

"Go, I'll be up in a second!" I gave them a warm smile to ensure them I'd be ok.

"Y/N we can't-"

"Just go!" The twins hesitated at the base for few seconds before running up the stairs.

I turned back to Vincent, still separated by frame. His chest was heaving, he was moving with so much anger.

"Vincent... I'm sorry," I finally said, causing him to stop pacing, "I didn't want to leave you, I... I don't, but I had to help my friends."

The wall of flames swelled higher, burned hotter, the wax in roof above us beginning to drip. Still, he watched me intently as I spoke.

"Look, I can convince Carly and Nick not to say anything about you to police. If you just let them live."

He shook his head in disagreement. I didn't want to say it, but I had to convince him somehow, "and- and Bo. They won't tell anyone about either of you. I won't tell anyone."

He thought for a second before simply shaking his head again.

I took in a shaking breath of fresh smoke before my final attempt. My final bargain for my friend's lives... my own.

"I'll stay with you. I won't fight, I won't leave," he didn't respond, "I like you Vincent, and I don't want to leave you here alone. But I can't stay if you kill any more of my friends." Tears slowly fell down my face. I was scared of him, of course I was, how couldn't I be. But I wasn't lying. I did want to be around him, I wanted to stay with him.

He nodded, just once, tossing his knife to the ground. "You'll die... down here," he rasped slowly, barely audible.

"So will you." I thickly hard, the becoming almost too much to bear. "Promise you won't kill my friends."

When his eyes caught mine through the fire, I nearly jumped out of my skin. His mask had started melting, leaving Vincent with quite a startling appearance.

"Promise," he spoke quietly. I smiled, ignoring away the pit of fear in my stomach.

"There's a bed there right?" I asked, pointing at the vague bed frame shape on his side of the fire. "Grab that to block the fire, and walk through." He looked between me and the mattress, clearly skeptical. "It's the only way."

He reluctantly grabbed the mattress, at the same time I heard a faint sound, seemingly from upstairs. It sounded like Nick. He was yelling.

Before Vincent started through the fire, I ran up the slightly stairs, my shoes leaving imprints in the melting wax. 

"Nick! Carly!" I yelled.

The stairs brought me to the foyer in the wax house. After taking in my immediate surroundings, I was met with the sight of a blood covered Carly. She was standing over Bo, trusty bat in hand, bashing it into his face over, and over, and over.