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#1 When The Knives In My Heart Twist

Vincent x Reader! My first fic! More chapters incoming. 2k words here. Self-indulgence go brrrr. Oh and reader is not fine in the head. This is literally called Vincent x Morally fucked in my files. Changed the part Bo fucks up to spark plugs instead of fan belt purely for plot I admit.

TW:

Canon typical violence Mentions of physical and verbal abuse. Also I suck at spelling.

Mentions of the nasties

--- New face in town ---

Great. Just great! Your spark plugs have mysteriously disappeared overnight from your car while you and your partner slept. Now to start the day, you have been verbally abused and slapped, and to top it all off, stuck outside the sunny town of fuck knows what in fuck knows where in Louisiana. The dust picked off under your excuse of a boyfriend's feet as his figure grew more distant. You're sitting in the car in the shade of an old oak tree further from the town. About half a mile? Something like that. You could see partly see his red flannel in the distance as you glared after him.

You're tired, overheating, and just about ready to dump the guy into a river. If you could find one. You had stopped before the town, purely out of his demands to check off car sex from his summer bucket list. It was definitely not worth it. Resting your head on the wheel as curses fall from your lips before you pause. A smirk tugs at your lips. You step out of the car and round it to the back to open the trunk. Rummaging through the space, you find a package with brand-new spark plugs. "Thanks, pops." You chuckle before you hear an older truck on the road stopping. Straightening your back, you stare at the car with a tilted head as a man looks at you from the driver's seat. You picked up a wrench while you were there.

He wore a green cap as he gave you a smile. "Can I help ya' miss?" He asks as you slam the trunk shut. You shake your head a little. "Depends," You hum as you walk to the driver's seat to pop the hood. "Do you live in that town? You're the first car to pass by that I know of." The hood popped open audibly for the second time this morning. You side-eyed the man as he responded, eyeing the packets in your hand. His smile had faded abruptly.

"Whatcha doing there?" His voice wavered ever so slightly. "Replacing the spark plugs that grew legs and wandered off." A chuckle left your lips as the man in the car gulped down a knot that had formed at the back of his throat. You noted a waft of blood and wet fur carried over from the truck. You scrunched your nose and opened the packet, digging out the small screw-like part. You leaned down under the hood after securing it up.

"Really? Lemme see." He opened the door of the truck and waltzed over hurriedly. He reeked of rotting corpses. A cold but heavy odor. "How do ye know how to change 'em? Jus' curious is all." He peered over your shoulder as you turned the first plug into place. "Was taught by an old man I consider my pops." Apart from the smell, he seemed nice enough. A little goofy if you could say so. "How's the town like? My boy…" you pause to think, mulling over the words, tasting venom in your mouth. "Travel buddy, went off to find help, I think."

A side-eye stare burned a hole through your temple before the green-cap man took a step to the side. "It's nice. Quiet, but nice. It has a museum my brother makes artwork for, ye should check it out if ye can. Name's Lester by the way." He seemed to hesitate extending his hand before you offered yours from beneath the hood while leaning on the front bumper of your car. He took it and gave a bright smile. "Good to meet you, Lester." You greeted him before pulling your hand away, returning your attention to the problem under the hood. Inline engine spark plugs aren't overly hard to change, but it's nice to get it done right on the first try. As you install the last of the spark plugs into their new homes and connect the ignition cords back into the spark plugs, you turn to Lester.

"So what do you do around here?" You question, staring the very stereotypical-looking redneck down with a smile. "I clean up the roadkill around here and the highway. Not much, but it's honest work." He shrugs his shoulders. "Though the downside is my brother always complaining about the smell." This prompted a small laugh to escape your mouth. You felt a grin creep up your face as you tried to shape the sentence that was bubbling up into a not-so-rude one. "Well, if it bothers him, reckon you should at least try to accommodate."

You both pause as you hear twigs snapping and loud footsteps approach from the forest in the west. Lesters' head snaps towards the sound, and swiftly your attention follows suit. You glance at Lester by your side and note his expression, like a deer in headlights. You swear you could see a bead of sweat form. He seems to even be shaking a little.

Seconds pass by before a blonde woman emerges from the tree line, just meters away from the pair of you. She is covered in grime, dirt, and blood. Her eyes are wide as plates as she runs to you, clearly having run for quite a while by now. "Please! Help me!" She shouted at you as her hands went to grab your arms. She shook you in panic as tears fell down her cheeks. "He's close- He's going to kill me! He already got my boyfriend!"

Something is definitely fucked beyond words around here. No cars, no people, and the first two you see are on edge, but clearly for very different reasons. You see Lester backing off towards his truck from the corner of your eye. Snapping out of your thoughts, you grab her shoulders gently. "Calm down, love. It's okay." Your voice was level as you looked into her eyes. You nodded towards the passenger side of your car. "Hop in. I'll just close the hood."

The woman in front of you passed you as she scrambled to the passenger seat you looked at Lester, who was even more nervous than before. He met your eyes as you stared him down. Thinking for a few moments before sighing. 'Not my circus, not my monkeys.' You lean back under the hood and rip out the ignition cables that you had just installed, and pull the hood down. You waltz to the driver's seat before sitting down and turning over the engine.

The car fails to start for obvious reasons. The woman next to you begins to panic. Her head whips around to you to scream at you but closes her mouth as she follows your gaze at a tall man emerging from the tree line close to where the woman popped out from. "Start the fucking car, you bitch!" She screams, crying. The tall man is approaching in front of you. She's shaking as you turn over the engine again, cringing at the failed start. The woman next to you opens her door and frantically tries to get out, but the man grabs her by the hair and yanks her away from the car.

You look at the display of violence in awe. You don't flinch as the woman is knocked unconscious and the man turns to you. He tilts his head to the side as his black hair frames his masked face. A smile grows on your lips as you sheepishly give him a small wave. You notice him glance toward Lester's truck, which you mimic. Lester is smiling awkwardly next to his car.

You swear you could see the confusion in the masked man's posture before he walks off with the body of the woman thrown over his shoulder like a sack of bloody potatoes. Your eyes linger on the figure walking into the woods with a small smile of pure awe. As the figures fade away into the trees you still watch on until Lester opening your car door rips away your attention.

You stare each other down, Lester still looking nervous. "You owe me." You note in a dry tone as you look up at the man before stepping out of the car. "Both an explanation and a favor." You continue as you straighten out your back.

The hillbilly in front of you is absolutely flabbergasted by your exclamation. "You… You aren't going to run? Fight? Anything??" "… Nope. I'm good." You look off into the distance before tilting your head to look at Lester next to you. "If I don't get killed before him that is. If I do I'll just be sad I didn't see it happen." You shrug your shoulders before popping the hood once again and waltzing to the front of your beloved car. Reattaching the ignition cables you turn to Lester.

"I'm guessing that it's okay enough for now seeing that I'm still conscious and you haven't run off? Lead the way." You smile at the funky guy, which makes him snap out of the trance he had fallen into. He nods before walking to his own truck. You slam the hood closed. "Your engine alright? After.. you know…" He trailed off looking off in the direction the masked man carried the unconscious woman.

You lowered yourself to the driver's seat. "Good question." You turn the engine over. It hits empty for a few seconds before roaring to life loudly, startling Lester. "Sorry, love!" You shout out the window. "Come on then. Show the way." He chuckled before scrambling to open the driver's side door of the truck to hop in. You heard the engine of the truck revving awake through your own car's roaring voice.

You watch the mans' car drive off as you follow with your own, with a smile playing on your lips. This place seems like heaven… or hell on earth you suppose. The drive doesn't take long at all soon you're pulling into the driveway of a seemingly rundown house. Lester parks onto the side of the house as you park yours in front.

The wooded area gave shade so it wasn't as hot in the town. You noted the quietness of the town as you had driven through but supposed it was connected to what you saw earlier. You opened the door and stepped out, looking at Lester. "Where are we?" You inquired.

"This is where me a' m'brothers live. Including the bloke, you sa' earlier. We got one more, Bo. He's probably down at the station." He wiped his hands off on a rag as he explained. "I can't do choices alone so, we gotta ask m'brothe-" "Wait does that mean he isn't dead yet?" You cut Lester off. He nods, looking confused as a person can be. A smile spreads on your face. "Can we go… greet Bo, please?" You ask looking like you are about to take off running in joy.

"Wait a minute, lady." Lester thought for a second. "Are you… Are you saying you want to watch your 'travel buddy' get killed?" You nod far too quickly for a sane person. "I mean I would prefer to gut him myself, but I suppose I can watch." The redneck just stared at you for what seemed like forever before you continued. "What? Did you think I was sane?" You let out a laugh as you close your door.

"Well… yes?" Lester seemed concerned before deciding to let it go and waved his hand to motion for you to follow. "Come on then."

#vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair

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