Frank's first true love has to choose between him and Riff Raff's
brother. One decision could kill Frank! Based on the movie but for all you
who have seen the Broadway show Riff's bro looks like Riff Raff from it.
the title is: Love and War
Chapter1: A new beginning
I looked about my chamber. I noticed the dark velvet curtains that hung from
the large windows surrounding the room; a gold rope tied around each of them.
The nightstand beside the bed, with a glass of red wine and a clock upon it.
The queen sized bed devouring the room with it's black and red velvet covers
reaching every corner of the chamber. It wasn't by far, a perfect room, but
it WAS the finest in the castle. Ah, the castle. Where I had come late one
night three years ago. I was in search of shelter from a hurrendous storm
that abruptly hit as I passed through Denton. I remembered a castle lying in
the darkness not far from the area my car was pulled over to. I was in
desperate need of shelter, and as I ran the only thoughts in my head were the
memories I had of my mother sitting me on her knee. My life hit rock bottom
when she died, but I'd always remember her wise words to me as a little girl
as I sat contentedly on her lap. As she'd stroke my long, curly blonde hair,
she'd tell me, "One day, love, you'll be a princess. You were made to have
the world worship you, and even though I can't give you that life, God has
many plans in store for you."
I never believed some high, powerful being controlled my life. I was a
power hungary bullhead from the moment I was born. The day my mother died,
with only a bag of clothes on my back and a tear in my eye, I set off to
college. I knew I'd eventually make my fortune. But as I knocked on the large
wood doors, I felt the sudden change in everything I had ever known. Now, I
had seen plenty of odd looking creatures in my livelyhood, but none such as
dementedly sad looking as the chap in front of my eyes. He was balding,
except for patches of long blonde hair reaching his hunchbacked composure.
His eyes were heavy and outlined with tired red lines. A sly smirk appeared
on his face as he murmured, "We've been expecting you."
I was a little frightened by his suspicious remark, but needing a place
to stay, I was obligated to follow him into the corridor of the castle. Along
the way, he introduced himself as Riff Raff, which, come to think of it, is
as silly a name as anyone could imagine. That is, until I met his Bergundy
haird sister, Magenta. She had blood red lips and black outlined eyes. Like
Riff's, her eyes were coal black. They were both uniquely pale for living in
Denton, but it was their faces I took notice to. There faces were blanketed
in white makeup. I didn't understand it, but, then again, I didn't want to. I
followed them up the creaky stairs at the end of the corridor into a hall in
the west wing of the castle. There I was ordered to wait for the master of
the castle. I fiddled with my purse and hands until Magenta returned and lead
me into a room filled with candles and incense. The room itself took me under
sedation, but nothing compared to what I saw next.
Lying on a king sized bed, was the most beautiful creature I had ever
seen. I started my gaze on the white and black sparkles of platform shoes,
past the fishnet stalkings running to the thigh, the garter with lace tied in
front; right up to the sultry face, painted in white and black makeup. I took
notice ot the fact that it WAS indeed a man, hell, more of a man then I had
ever seen. His black curly hair was hairsprayed into a loose aphro, and a
charming, almost sensual, smile appeared on his face. He looked like
something I had seen in a dream. This couldn't possibly be the real world! A
man dressed in lady's knickers! I think not! But, as he bent ovet the bed to
kiss my hand, I saw a glimpse of the package he so carefully kept hidden in
the depths of his undies. When his deep crimson lips touched my hand, a cold
shiver ran down my spine. On some weird level, I was completely aroused by
the man in front of me.
The chills decided against leaving my body, especially when the beautiful
man signalled for the others to leave the room. He motioned for me to sit
next to him on the bed, and I felt my heart leap out of my chest. I felt like
I was on a roller coaster, looping and twisting into my arousal.
"You will be safe here, and you may stay as long as you'd like. Riff Raff
tells me your name is Meg. What a,... lovely,... name." He said, as he kissed
each finger on my hand.
"You,.. ah,.. are?" I asked nervously. He was sexy, but that didn't make
me feel any less uncomfortable. I was a virgin, and no matter how attracted I
was to this man, nothing would change that.
"I'm Dr. Frank N Furter. You may call me Frank. Hell, you can call me
anything you want baby." He started running his hands up and down my back and
shoulders. I shuddered with anticipation. He removed my jacket, and began
kissing from the crook of my neck down to the collar of my shirt. As he
lifted up my sirt from over my head, I knew. I knew I'd never be the same
after this night. Something about this place seemed so comfortable, as if I'd
lived here long ago. Another half of me was more frightened than I'd ever
been before. I was never the same after that night. He turned me into a
woman. Not only a woman, either. He turned me into a sex obsessive slave just
like his other mates. But I became the special one.
Being the free willed person I was, I would never let Frank take an inch
unless I got something in return. No one ever did anything less than follow
exact orders from Frank, so I became the rebel of the house. Something
sparked in Frank that didn't with others. I became his favoured lover. He
called me his "Sparkling Diamond." I never had to do chores with the rest of
the house, rather he gave me full permission to give orders. One day, he had
everyone gather into the laboratory of the castle, for him to make an
announcement.
"I'm glad you all found the time to hear my great news. I have decided
that, with all the experiments I am working on these days, I will need help
on the castle orders. I'll need someone who can make sure the castle is kept
up after, and all the chores are done. That is why I am sharing my role in
the castle with Meg. She will be acting queen of the castle. Anyone who does
not fully obey her, will be punished with extreme conditions. That is all.
Now, go back and get your duties done!" With that he walked up the ramp of
the lab and dissapeared into his private chambers to do more work. I was so
shocked. I knew Frank had fallen in love with me, but I never would have
guessed he'd make me QUEEN! I searched about the room for friendly faces.
Riff and Magenta were already busy on their chores, but they had relazed
looks on their faces. Columbia, the groupie, seemed angered and annoyed. She
did have a right to be, she WAS here long before I was, and Frank hardly gave
her the time of day.
It was FABULOUS at first. I cold roam about the castle as I wished, and
never had to lift a finger. I was the speaker for the underdogs Riff and
Magenta. Whenever they had a beef with Frank, I was the one who would, uh,
CONVINCE him into seeing it their way. Life was nothing more than sex, drugs,
rock and roll, and, of course, Frank. He seemed to be the only thing perfect
in my eyes. Sure, he was rough on Riff and Magenta. But the rumours of him
beating them with a whip seemed far from true. Whenever I was present he was
his charming self. That is, until everything got comfortable.
Someone famous once said, "Once everything is right in one part of your
life, another part falls terribly to peices." I should've known from the get
go that it wouldn't all be the fairy tale I had invisioned in my head. Frank
began spending more and more time on his experiments, and less and less time
on me. I never even saw him! I felt like it was all MY fault, but Riff and
Magenta, who had become my very good friends, told me otherwise. They said
Frank was a true madman deep down inside, and now that he knew I wouldn't
leave, that I was under his spell, he would return to his crazed life. One
night, when it was sure Frank wouldn't return to bed, Magenta came to visit
me in my chambers. She told me about the scandal that happened a year before
I came to the castle. Frank began working on a human man, created from
scratch. He grew more and more insane each day that passed. Magenta continued
to say that Riff and her repeatedly reported back to Trans Sexual, keeping up
on Frank's behaviour. Eventually Riff was appointed Commander of the voyage,
and he was to take Frank prisoner.
"Riff attempted to kill Frank, Rocky, and Columbia, but something went
wrong," Magenta said. "We did the time warp, and we created a black whole in
space. It sucked us right back to before it all began, and now here we are
again as domestics.Frank and Columia don't remember a second of it, but I'll
never forget." A tear escaped her eye.
brother. One decision could kill Frank! Based on the movie but for all you
who have seen the Broadway show Riff's bro looks like Riff Raff from it.
the title is: Love and War
Chapter1: A new beginning
I looked about my chamber. I noticed the dark velvet curtains that hung from
the large windows surrounding the room; a gold rope tied around each of them.
The nightstand beside the bed, with a glass of red wine and a clock upon it.
The queen sized bed devouring the room with it's black and red velvet covers
reaching every corner of the chamber. It wasn't by far, a perfect room, but
it WAS the finest in the castle. Ah, the castle. Where I had come late one
night three years ago. I was in search of shelter from a hurrendous storm
that abruptly hit as I passed through Denton. I remembered a castle lying in
the darkness not far from the area my car was pulled over to. I was in
desperate need of shelter, and as I ran the only thoughts in my head were the
memories I had of my mother sitting me on her knee. My life hit rock bottom
when she died, but I'd always remember her wise words to me as a little girl
as I sat contentedly on her lap. As she'd stroke my long, curly blonde hair,
she'd tell me, "One day, love, you'll be a princess. You were made to have
the world worship you, and even though I can't give you that life, God has
many plans in store for you."
I never believed some high, powerful being controlled my life. I was a
power hungary bullhead from the moment I was born. The day my mother died,
with only a bag of clothes on my back and a tear in my eye, I set off to
college. I knew I'd eventually make my fortune. But as I knocked on the large
wood doors, I felt the sudden change in everything I had ever known. Now, I
had seen plenty of odd looking creatures in my livelyhood, but none such as
dementedly sad looking as the chap in front of my eyes. He was balding,
except for patches of long blonde hair reaching his hunchbacked composure.
His eyes were heavy and outlined with tired red lines. A sly smirk appeared
on his face as he murmured, "We've been expecting you."
I was a little frightened by his suspicious remark, but needing a place
to stay, I was obligated to follow him into the corridor of the castle. Along
the way, he introduced himself as Riff Raff, which, come to think of it, is
as silly a name as anyone could imagine. That is, until I met his Bergundy
haird sister, Magenta. She had blood red lips and black outlined eyes. Like
Riff's, her eyes were coal black. They were both uniquely pale for living in
Denton, but it was their faces I took notice to. There faces were blanketed
in white makeup. I didn't understand it, but, then again, I didn't want to. I
followed them up the creaky stairs at the end of the corridor into a hall in
the west wing of the castle. There I was ordered to wait for the master of
the castle. I fiddled with my purse and hands until Magenta returned and lead
me into a room filled with candles and incense. The room itself took me under
sedation, but nothing compared to what I saw next.
Lying on a king sized bed, was the most beautiful creature I had ever
seen. I started my gaze on the white and black sparkles of platform shoes,
past the fishnet stalkings running to the thigh, the garter with lace tied in
front; right up to the sultry face, painted in white and black makeup. I took
notice ot the fact that it WAS indeed a man, hell, more of a man then I had
ever seen. His black curly hair was hairsprayed into a loose aphro, and a
charming, almost sensual, smile appeared on his face. He looked like
something I had seen in a dream. This couldn't possibly be the real world! A
man dressed in lady's knickers! I think not! But, as he bent ovet the bed to
kiss my hand, I saw a glimpse of the package he so carefully kept hidden in
the depths of his undies. When his deep crimson lips touched my hand, a cold
shiver ran down my spine. On some weird level, I was completely aroused by
the man in front of me.
The chills decided against leaving my body, especially when the beautiful
man signalled for the others to leave the room. He motioned for me to sit
next to him on the bed, and I felt my heart leap out of my chest. I felt like
I was on a roller coaster, looping and twisting into my arousal.
"You will be safe here, and you may stay as long as you'd like. Riff Raff
tells me your name is Meg. What a,... lovely,... name." He said, as he kissed
each finger on my hand.
"You,.. ah,.. are?" I asked nervously. He was sexy, but that didn't make
me feel any less uncomfortable. I was a virgin, and no matter how attracted I
was to this man, nothing would change that.
"I'm Dr. Frank N Furter. You may call me Frank. Hell, you can call me
anything you want baby." He started running his hands up and down my back and
shoulders. I shuddered with anticipation. He removed my jacket, and began
kissing from the crook of my neck down to the collar of my shirt. As he
lifted up my sirt from over my head, I knew. I knew I'd never be the same
after this night. Something about this place seemed so comfortable, as if I'd
lived here long ago. Another half of me was more frightened than I'd ever
been before. I was never the same after that night. He turned me into a
woman. Not only a woman, either. He turned me into a sex obsessive slave just
like his other mates. But I became the special one.
Being the free willed person I was, I would never let Frank take an inch
unless I got something in return. No one ever did anything less than follow
exact orders from Frank, so I became the rebel of the house. Something
sparked in Frank that didn't with others. I became his favoured lover. He
called me his "Sparkling Diamond." I never had to do chores with the rest of
the house, rather he gave me full permission to give orders. One day, he had
everyone gather into the laboratory of the castle, for him to make an
announcement.
"I'm glad you all found the time to hear my great news. I have decided
that, with all the experiments I am working on these days, I will need help
on the castle orders. I'll need someone who can make sure the castle is kept
up after, and all the chores are done. That is why I am sharing my role in
the castle with Meg. She will be acting queen of the castle. Anyone who does
not fully obey her, will be punished with extreme conditions. That is all.
Now, go back and get your duties done!" With that he walked up the ramp of
the lab and dissapeared into his private chambers to do more work. I was so
shocked. I knew Frank had fallen in love with me, but I never would have
guessed he'd make me QUEEN! I searched about the room for friendly faces.
Riff and Magenta were already busy on their chores, but they had relazed
looks on their faces. Columbia, the groupie, seemed angered and annoyed. She
did have a right to be, she WAS here long before I was, and Frank hardly gave
her the time of day.
It was FABULOUS at first. I cold roam about the castle as I wished, and
never had to lift a finger. I was the speaker for the underdogs Riff and
Magenta. Whenever they had a beef with Frank, I was the one who would, uh,
CONVINCE him into seeing it their way. Life was nothing more than sex, drugs,
rock and roll, and, of course, Frank. He seemed to be the only thing perfect
in my eyes. Sure, he was rough on Riff and Magenta. But the rumours of him
beating them with a whip seemed far from true. Whenever I was present he was
his charming self. That is, until everything got comfortable.
Someone famous once said, "Once everything is right in one part of your
life, another part falls terribly to peices." I should've known from the get
go that it wouldn't all be the fairy tale I had invisioned in my head. Frank
began spending more and more time on his experiments, and less and less time
on me. I never even saw him! I felt like it was all MY fault, but Riff and
Magenta, who had become my very good friends, told me otherwise. They said
Frank was a true madman deep down inside, and now that he knew I wouldn't
leave, that I was under his spell, he would return to his crazed life. One
night, when it was sure Frank wouldn't return to bed, Magenta came to visit
me in my chambers. She told me about the scandal that happened a year before
I came to the castle. Frank began working on a human man, created from
scratch. He grew more and more insane each day that passed. Magenta continued
to say that Riff and her repeatedly reported back to Trans Sexual, keeping up
on Frank's behaviour. Eventually Riff was appointed Commander of the voyage,
and he was to take Frank prisoner.
"Riff attempted to kill Frank, Rocky, and Columbia, but something went
wrong," Magenta said. "We did the time warp, and we created a black whole in
space. It sucked us right back to before it all began, and now here we are
again as domestics.Frank and Columia don't remember a second of it, but I'll
never forget." A tear escaped her eye.