After a fight with her mother, teenage Rosalyn J. Carter runs away from home. She finds herself at the castle of Dr. Frank N. Furter, entourage, experiments and all. Slaying, singing, and seducing occur. Will she survive their wacky antics? Rating could possibly go up to M. Vaguely follows the story line. Enter at your own risk.
"Fuck you!"
"FUCK YOU!"
Rosalyn swiveled on her heel, gripping the doorknob's cold metal with her fingerless fishnet clad hands.
"You walk out that door you don't come back," her mother's voice quivered with anger as she jabbed her finger at the air.
Ripping the door open she threw herself outside, slamming the door. She started wading through the night, head held high, before she broke into a run.
"ROSALYN J. CARTER!" her mother burst into the rain, "YOU COME BACK- ROSIE!"
Charging forward she broke out of the driveway, turning down the street. Wrapping her bathrobe a bit tighter her mother tried to run after her, but within seconds Rosalyn had been swallowed by the darkness. Panting, she stumbled, catching herself before she fell, "ROSALYN!"
Rosie coughed, stopping in the middle of the road. Leaning over with her gloved hands firmly gripping her knees, she sucked in a huge breath. Silent as the night itself a car rolled up, not catching her attention until the headlights encompassed her vision. The driver slammed down the brakes, stopping inches from her shaking form.
"WHAT THE HELL!" the window rolled down, "GET OUTTA THE ROAD!" a man in glasses poked his head out the window. His female companion looked uncomfortable, scooting down farther in her seat.
Stumbling into the grass, she watched astonished as they sped away. Looking around, all familiar sights had disappeared, leaving nothing but pen road on one side, and a blinking dead end sign on the other. The rain hadn't let up, growing harder if anything. Squinting into the darkness a silhouetted structure stood in the distance. Stepping forward, the spiraling towers of a castle became more and more clear.
The amount she had thought this through became more and more clear and she walked up the path. What if they're child molesters? They must be rich… rich people can be child molesters too. Like the old rich men in… shaking her head she elected to stop thinking, rapping her knuckles across the door.
Several long seconds past, prompting her to consider looking for different lodgings. Maybe mom'll take me back if I say I'm really sorry-
Before she could finish the thought the door swung open, displaying a lanky figure silhouetted against the doorframe, "Hello."
"Um… hi. I was just…" as her eyes adjusted his startling figure became more and more clear. He sported a hunched back and blonde hair that fell to his shoulders but stopped just above his ears. Defined cheek bones, shadowed eyes, and skin pale and death completed the uninviting image.
"You're wet," his eyes flicked over her soaked form, and she nervously tugged on the hem of her skirt. He seemed to notice her uneasiness, and a devious grin formed on his lips, "Come in. I… insist."
"Oh I couldn't…" she took a step back, but a strong hand firmly pressed against her back.
"I insist."
Biting her lip, she followed him inside. The ancient elegance of the castle became more apparent as she looked around.
"I'll fetch the master," the man mumbled, still smiling to himself.
As Rosalyn eyed the décor, a head of frizzy red hair popped out from the stairwell. Rosie jumped, placing a hand over her heart, "H-Hello!"
Folding her arms over the banister, the woman smiled smugly, placing her chin in her hands. The muted sound of music and assorted voices flowed from upstairs.
"Are you having a party?" she attempted conversation again.
"Ohhh yes. One of the master's- special affairs," she grinned, pulling herself up and slipping down the stairs.
"How- nice."
"Mmmmhm."
The sound of heavy footfalls broke the silence, and a cloaked figure appeared at the top of the stairs. As they turned, a head of black curls morphed into a face that, while completely coated in dramatic stage makeup, was clearly male. Rosalyn's mouth fell open as he glided down the stairs, his black collared cloak creating the illusion that he wasn't walking at all, "How do you do?" his distinctive accent enunciated each word.
"I'm fine, I just… may I use your phone?" she folded her arms tightly over her sweater.
"What brings you to my abode," he wore a teasing smirk, as if amused by the younger girl's apprehension.
"She ran away from home," the hunched back man interrupted.
"Hey!" Rosie complained, "I never said that I-"
"Ran away from home," the cloaked man paused on each word, "Why don't you- stay for the night? Or maybe- a bite? I could show you my favourite- obsession."
"I really- I really couldn't-" she stepped back but once again found the butler there.
"It's not often we receive visitors here, let alone offer them hospitality."
"I- I suppose I…" her mother sure as hell wouldn't have her back after their argument, but… 'obsession?'
"Splen-did," his ruby lips pursed, "Riff Raff, show our visitor to the lab, so she may join our other guests."
"Y'sir," Riff Raff nodded, pushing her towards a set of double doors as the master of the house ascended the stairs.
"You are very lucky to be invited up to Frank's laboratory," the maid accompanied the two, "Some people would give their right arm for the privilege."
"Like you?"
"I've seen it," she huffed.
Leaning past Rosie, Riff Raff pushed opened the grand double doors, splaying his arms in grandeur.
Woo! Chapter one! Rocky Horror! T? M? I have no idea. Also I haven't decided if she's like fourteen or like seventeen, which would also weigh in. Any thoughts? Tell me 'bout it in the reviews or just PM me. Helpful criticism would also be lovely. Until next chapter my lovelies,
Z-Quelly
It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes it's toll...
But listen closely...
Not for very much longer...
I've got to keep control.
I remember doing the Time Warp.
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me.
Let's do the Time Warp again.
Let's do the Time Warp again.