A/N: Thank you to anyone who is about to read this. I wanted to quickly state my position when writing an OC-centric fic. While I am generally against OC's in fan fiction, I believe Rocky Horror leaves a fair amount of story open to add characters. I promise you my OC is not written or intended to be ME. I also promise not to get carried away making everything oh-so-perfect for my OC and stray from Rocky Horror's intended style. For any concern as to how certain characters deaths/departures from the movie are almost forgotten in the beginning of this story... fear not. I have spent some time crafting the explanation in my mind. All questions at the end of the show/movie will be resolved in further chapters of this story. Thank you. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It is entirely owned by the magnificent Richard O'Brien.
His black, piercing eyes stared beyond. Beyond his castle. Beyond the foreign country. Beyond a realm or world any mere human could see. A howl echoed through the darkness of the surrounding forest. A man stood, frozen with curiosity and fear.
His face contorted into a sinister smile as he turned toward his guest. One mere candle separated the visitor from eerie dimness to horrifying blackness.
"Listen to them, the Children of the Night. What music they make!"
"Lilly!"
Lilly jumped, startled at the inclusion of her name at the end of the movie line. Realizing the voice belonged to her mother, she pushed her mind back to reality. Walking out of her room, she paused at the top of the steps.
"Lilly!" her mother yelled again.
"Mom, jeez, I'm right up here. What's up?" Lilly saw her mom poke her head up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Breakfast is ready. Your father and I have barely seen you in a year. Could you please join?" Lilly rolled her eyes but smiled. Her mother tried so hard to keep the family close, how could she not indulge her? She ran down the steps and took her place next to her father at the kitchen table.
Lilly watched her mother pour orange juice for her while simultaneously pouring coffee for her father. Now that was talent. Dippy eggs and sizzling bacon sat in the center of the table, making Lilly's stomach rumble. Not having been home for so long, she decided grabbing food before her parents may not be the nicest choice to make. She chose instead to turn and watch her father. He sipped at his fresh coffee, the steam slightly fogging his glasses. He held the Denton Affair newspaper in his hands, making slight grunts and mumbles as he scanned the headlines.
Her mother joined the table, scooping each plate and filling it. Lilly's stomach made another rumble, this time noticeably louder. Her father turned his eyes to her, noticing her presence for the first time since she sat down.
"Hey kiddo. How was your first night in the 'ol room?" He continued to scan the paper while awaiting her reply.
"It was OK. I still can't sleep well. I woke up early and watched one of my old movies." She said between chewing on a particularly delicious piece of bacon.
"Let me guess. Frankenstein." Another sip of coffee, another turn of the paper.
"Nope. Dracula. Bela Lugosi." Another bite of bacon.
"I'll never understand your fascination with those films. Maybe they play a part in why you never sleep well. Filling your head with vampires and werewolves and everything that goes bump in the night" Lilly's father shook his head in mild disapproval.
"Oh come on Dad. They don't scare me. I love them. I wish I lived in a movie like that. Twisting castles, dark villains, creatures... can you imagine how awesome that would be?" Lilly felt herself drift off into her fantasy world and forced herself to snap back to reality. A suspicious glance passed between her parents; her mother's of worry and her father's of anger and worry - though mostly anger.
"It would not be awesome to live like that! Those movies display a world of dark depravity that you should not want to be a part of! You were raised better than to fill your head with such ridiculous fantasies, dammit!" her father yelled. She had no idea why her little vocalized affection for horror and sci fi movies made her father snap, but she quickly shut her mouth.
"Now, Brad darling, she just likes to watch some old scary movies. There's no harm in that." her mother chimed in to her defense. Her mother was always like that. A bit more understanding and open-minded than her father.
"I just don't like it, Janet. She maintains an A+ GPA throughout high school, gets accepted to an Ivy League college, then starts becoming obsessed with these movies and suddenly everything changes. Now she's through with college and she never sleeps." Brad stared at her, willing her to prove him wrong.
"Dad, I'm not through with college. I'm taking a break. I just need to figure out why I can't sleep. I wasn't happy. I'm still not. I know you're disappointed, but I need to decide what I want. Watching old horror movies or not isn't going to change that." Lilly waited for Brad's reaction. She gulped in an inhale and felt the air fill her lungs.
"We're not disappointed sweetheart, we're worried." Janet tried to intervene. "We know what you're capable of and we don't want you to go through our past mistakes."
Another glance passed between Lilly's parents. She wished she understood why it made her feel so uneasy when they did that. It felt like her parents kept some deep secret from her. She kept her eyes fixed on her father's reaction and felt slightly relieved when his shoulders relaxed from their tense state.
"Just keep the reality separated from the fantasy, OK kiddo?" Brad said quietly. "You only know the movie monsters. The real ones are much worse."