The dusty yellow school bus came to a halt at one end of a deserted road. It stretched for miles and was just dust and sand. Kira looked desperately at the bus driver, but he just simply shrugged. She began the walk down this long road with only a small back pack.

Let the wind take you anywhere

Yeah, she thought. I might do just that, if there was any kind of breeze. Along she trudged for what seemed like days but was only a few hours. As she walked, she noticed a sign that has become rusted and almost unreadable. It pointed to a small town only 1 more mile left. Kira walked and walked, until a small gap in a hedge lead into a large open street. About 5 houses stood on either side and at one end was a gas station. Kira walked over to the pumps and then inside. There was no one. Of in the distance she noticed a church.

I'm not one for religion she thought to herself.

The church door was old but in good condition. It was slightly ajar when Kira reached it and with her hand gently widened it and walked in. At the front of the church was a man. He was at the altar starring out at the audience. He spotted her and gestured 5 minutes with his hand. Kira walked outside and a few minutes later the man came through the church door.

"Hi there, how can I help?" He had a warm smile and seemed friendly. Kira smiled back.

"Hi, I'm Kira. I was wondering if there was a motel or a vacant room anywhere around?"

"The name is Bo." He shook hands with Kira and led her away from the church.

"There's no motel, but I can offer you a room. You travel?" They had come to a halt outside the Wax Museum.

Kira didn't know how to respond and hesitated.

"Yeah I travel." She straightened her hair and dropped her bag.

"I'm just finishing a prayer meeting, I could meet you after?" He seemed warm and gentle. Kira became more comfortable and began to look around her.

"That would be good; I'm just going to explore the museum if that's open? It's a beautiful town you live in"

They said their goodbyes as Kira walked to the entrance of the museum. Bo watched her enter and walked away grinning to himself.

The museum was completely made of wax and Kira entered the main hall. Figures had dust collecting on there bodies, but to Kira they looked ever more real. She walked through to the main room where even more figures stand and sit in very different clothes.

Vincent had been working on the last victim of his brother's slaughter. He heard the creaking above him, assuming it was his brother, carefully replaced the sheet that covered the wax figure. He went to the bottom of the stone staircase, covered in slowly glowing candles. He walked up into the dining room of the museum. That's when he noticed the girl through the tiny wax window.

She was beautiful

Vincent had been watching this girl, studying the wax figures. He couldn't work out if it was fear that made her continue or admiration for his work. This girl had long brown hair that waved around her waist. Her skin looked soft and her eyes emerald green. She wore a blue top that tightened at the waist and black tight jeans. She looked beautiful. A ruby necklace lay against her chest, hanging beautifully.

Vincent didn't have his mask on and tried to hide behind the glass screen.

It looks to real…

Kira's hand reached out to the wax figure and gently stroked its face slowly. Behind her came a roaring crash as Vincent ran towards her, brandishing a blade. In one quick motion Kira dove to the left, sliding on the red rug that covered the floor. She turned to lay on her back as Vincent looked down at her. His face was hard like stone and his eyes dark behind his wild hair. A small scar came down the right side of his face, but Kira wasn't fazed. Vincent continued to stare, and then almost half heartedly raised the blade above him.

"WAIT! - I wasn't going to damage your wax I swear! Look!"

From her jean pocket she pulled out a doll made from hair. It was shaped like a tiny elf and was wrapped around in ribbon. Vincent lowered the blade.

Why wasn't she screaming? His face was naked for her to see…

"Were not that different- see?" She held the doll up for him to see and she smiled. He nodded and Kira assumed it was in agreement. He half turned away from here, stroking where she touched the wax figure. The warmth of her touch was still on a figure.

Kira watched him intensely. The urge to smile was on the surface as she watched the man tend to his figure. He turned back to face her, but his eyes averted just above her head. A crashing sound came from behind her as the world around her disappeared and went black.

What..?

The back of Kiras head was agonising as she tried to touch the throbbing part of her head. When she tried, a pain came from her wrists. Looking down she could see her wrists had been bound as she lay in a dentist chair. The room around her was black apart from a dying light bulb above her. It swung and made her head spin. As she panics, her hand is desperately trying to reach into her pocket. Moving her leg closer, she can't find her doll. She begins to panic even more, all her means of comfort gone.

I must have dropped it when I was knocked out

She began to struggle, throwing her head back and arching her back. The door at one side of the room creaked open. Kira became dead still and laid her head back. Bo walked into the room.

"Welcome to the land of the living." He placed a hand on her hair and began to stroke, while he smiled down at her. Kira's heart was racing, but refused to show weakness in front of him. Kira can't speak as an old dish cloth is gagging her.

Bo leans down to her lips and gently kisses her, but Kira shakes her head free. He runs his thumb over her lips and smiles.

"Ssshh now"

Bo turns away from her and leaves the room, whistling as he does.

Tears threaten to run down Kira's face as she struggles about in the chair. Her head burns and her legs and arms become tired. A sound from the door makes her halt, as the wooden door slams open…

Vincent walks in without looking at her, carrying a rusty tool box. He reluctantly empties the tool box onto the table and turns to her. Kira faces the other way as tears cover her cheeks. Vincent slowly moves towards her and Kira flinches when the gag is removed.

Something soft tickles her fingertips and as she looks down she realises it's her doll. The soft brown hair and the velvet ribbon cause her to break down. The tears fall softly from her face. Vincent carefully removes the wrist ties leaving Kira's hands mobile.

Standing in the corner of the room, he watches her intently. She begins undoing the ribbon, letting the hair fall into her other hand. She bunches it together and ties it in 7 knots. Wrapping it over in itself, she begins performing gymnastics with her hands like tiny men dancing. After a few minutes she takes the ribbon and covers the hair so the doll becomes a tiny red dog. A few stray hairs stick out from between the ribbon but she grips it tightly for comfort.

Vincent looks away as he begins to tidy his tools, laying them carefully when Bo walks back into the room, whistling a completely different tune. His tune stops when he sees the tiny dog, enclosed in Kiras hand. He turns to Vincent and grabs his shoulder to turn him around. He gestures to the tiny dog…

"Whats that? Is that some kind of new hobby? Making tiny animals?" Bo pokes at Vincent while he speaks. All Vincent replied was a shrug of his shoulders, the wild mane of hair hiding his face.

"It's mine, actually. I made it" Kira spoke clear, upset by how Bo was treating his brother. She tried to sound brave, but her voice only croaked.

"Where does the hair come from?" Bo tilts his head, his northern accent making the remark sound sarcastic.

"A family member… My dead cousin to be precise" Kira spoke calmly thinking back to the day she began weaving.

"You killed her?" Bo took a step forward to her, placing a hand on her head and stroking her like a dog.

"No…But I asked for a lock of her hair" Kira spoke shyly- uncomfortable with Bo touching her. Bo's grip became tighter and starts knotting in her hair.

"Your just like us aren't you baby?" He began taunting her. "You like the dead side of life…and you don't care how you get it either"

"Us?" Kira became confused and began yelping out as the grip in her hair become ever more agonising.

"Me and that freak, Vincent"- So his name is Vincent then…

Kira's thoughts where short lived as he yanked back on her hair.

"You…" Kira gasped through the pain. "… and your brother are nothing alike… He has talent and you're just a mindless bully." Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.

Bo raised his hand and smacked her across the face. Kira let out a yelp before grabbing the top of his hand, trying to release her hair.

Vincent threw his tools across the room as Bo came to a halt. He watched his brother before releasing Kira. He smiled and stroked her face before leaving, taking one last glance at both of them.

Kira turns her face away, the tears rushing from her eyes. She can feel the throbbing in her cheek as it begins to swell. She turns her face to Vincent who has his back to her. She studies him, as he turns around. He holds a bowl of water and places it next to Kira on the chair. Vincent searches his pocket and brings out a cloth. He takes hold of her face, firm but softly. He doesn't look at her. He looks down at what he's doing then into her watery eyes. He washes her face carefully, taking the sting away from her cheek. She smiles a watery smile and lets him tend to her. He has a mask on this time and his face is hidden by a dark mane of hair.

Vincent begins untying the belts that bind her legs, as Kira slowly sits up. He allows her to finish wetting her face with the water, while he bows his head and stands by her.

"Vincent?" Vincent doesn't look up, but nods when she speaks.

"Remove your mask…Please?" He shakes his head and goes to turn away, but Kira grabs his hand and holds it. He pulls away and stands with his back to her. Vincent raises his hands and then turns around with his mask on the tool desk. He expects her to scream or to flinch but she smiles at him, holding out her hand.

Why aren't you screaming? Vincent stands stunned for a few minutes, and reaches out to her, slowly moving towards her.

Kira watches as he lays her back in the chair and begins stroking her hair, moving it back into place. Kira lets him stroke her, grateful for the kindness after his brother took a swing at her.

Vincent closes his eyes as he feels how soft her hair is. Her cheek is getting redder, but she's beautiful to him…

Kira slowly sits up, and studies Vincent. He runs his fingers through her hair, almost like the human brush. She tilts her face up to his and their lips touch….

In almost and instant, Vincent is alert. He keeps his lips there for a few moments before pulling away. No one has ever touched him like that. He had never been so intimate and his heart raced. No one ever touched a freak.

Her lips where so soft… His mind almost groaned as he thought about the intimate moment. Vincent moves his head just and inch towards Kira's when the cellar door had begun slamming open.

Bo had already reached the bottom of the cellar stairs when Vincent had moved away. He retreated to the corner and watched his older twin starring at them both. A wide grin came across his face. He moved over to his younger brother and stood in his face.

"Oi you freak! Do you really think this girl would be interested in you? She only wants her freedom. So she forced herself to kiss you didn't she?" Vincent didn't look at his brother, but clenched his fists. He grunted as he turned away from his brother.

Kira grew angry at Bo and tries to stand on weak legs.

"You leave him alone. If anyone's the freak mate. It's you!" Kira manages to stand, but her legs are weak and her balance is off.

"Kill me all you want. But at least I got to share a moment with Vincent before a freak like you ruin everything"

Bo's face drops and his eyes narrow. He realises that she's serious and looks from his brother to the feeble girl that stands before him. Vincent moves to stand in front of Kira.

They are all silent, just starring at each other when there are loud creaks above them.

"Looks like we got some visitors" Bo says as he looks at the ceiling. His glare turns to his twin and Kira.

"If you want this girl as some kind of pet, then fine do what you want…Freak" He throws tools across the room, before replacing his cap and putting on a smile. He walks to the staircase and up.

In the second he's gone Kira's legs collapse, as Vincent tries to steady her. He lifts her with one arm and lays her on the chair. He makes her raise her head without saying anything, only doing.

He feels the back of her hair and slowly rubs it for her. Kira looks around the room, the warmth of Vincent's fingers soothing her aching head. Her arms begin to pimple with Goosebumps as she tries to huddle up.

In one swift movement, Vincent had removed his over cloak and gentle places it around her shoulders. Kira knew this was new to him and clearly unsure about his actions.

Leaning against his chest, he slowly wraps his arms around her.

A thud sounded from above them and a few minutes later a bloodied Bo came thundering down the stairs. In his hand were a few handfuls of blonde hair. He threw the hair onto Kiras lap and eyed his brother.

"If that girl wants to stay here she better be willing to kill…" Bo looks to Kira and grins, standing before her in bloodied clothes.

"Fine… If that's what it takes" Kira gave a glare then resided to lean against Vincent.

"Right I got a few pretty girls bleeding over the floor…come help me" He thunders back up the stairs as Vincent goes to the table and picks up a sharp blade.

"Vincent?"

Vincent looks at Kira, comfortable with having her nearby. He walks over to her as she kneels on the chair; to be level with him. Her hands push away the hair from his face. She traces his lips with her fingers as she leans in.

There lips touch and she can't help but smile as she does. Vincent moves his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Vincent?" She touches the blade, signalling that he better get moving…

"Come back soon, and then you can show me where I'm living… I love you"

She lies back in the chair, as he turns to walk away. Stopping before he begins his descent he looks back at his beauty. In a hoarse but deep voice he replies to her…

'I love you to'