Columbia tossed and turned on the tiny sofa in the room she shared with
Magenta. She pulled a pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out the
noise Magenta and Riff Raff were making. Once again, Magenta had forced
Columbia to sleep on the couch so that she could push the two twin beds the
two girls had been designated together. She had been expecting Riff to
sneak to her room again, so every night that he did she took her bed. They
needed the two beds to make love, Magenta argued. Columbia, her heart
lonely and breaking, was too depressed to care this time, and without
hesitation retreated to the sofa.
The wind blew the rain sideways against the windowpanes, causing the rain droplets to trickle down and abstract the world outside, cloaked in darkness. It was almost in unison with Columbia's tears, as they slid down her cheeks and rested in the corners of her mouth. Eddie had been missing for a few weeks now, and Columbia had assumed he had found yet another love, besides rock n roll and his motorcycle. She was probably old news, she thought to herself, as she sobbed into the upholstered side of the sofa. The moaning and shrieks of passion from the pair across the room became too much for her, so, tossing the pillow to the floor, Columbia snuck out of the room, careful to close the door behind her.
Opening the grille of the elevator, she shut the wrought iron doors behind her as she stepped inside. Pulling the lever upwards and pushing a button, the elevator shuddered to life as it carried her upwards, to the laboratory, where he was sure to be found, toiling again over his creation.
The elevator halted, and as she opened the doors and stepped off of it, she knew she was in the right place, surrounded by statues of David and pink ceramic tile, trademarks of Frank N Furter's laboratory. Her steps echoed in the large room, her blue eyes scanning for Frank. Following the sounds of a frustrated cursing behind a large, cloth covered tank, she came upon Frank, almost in tears.
"Damn this!! I'm so tired of working so hard only to find myself in circles!!" Frank moaned, tears sliding down his painted cheeks. He sat amidst piles of plans, images of the human body accompanied by scribbles of words, and chemical formulas. A tear slid off his cheek and landed upon a paper, blotting some of the writing upon it.
Columbia knelt down next to Frank and cupped his chin in his hands, concern written in her face. Normally this would have been too bold of a movement to make upon the Prince of Transsexual without his consent, but he was too upset to think clearly. His makeup was smearing as he cried, his pitiful eyes looking directly into Columbia's.
"Why, Frankie, wassa matter baby? This isn't the Frank I know! Maybe you are spending too much time on this, you need a break." Frank said nothing, just sniffled pathetically.
"How about you and I go have a little fun for a while, then maybe you can start thinking clearly about the problem you are having with this.whatever you are working so hard on." Truth was, Columbia would much rather have the Master's attention completely focused on her, but that was an impossible wish in itself.
"It's my creation, my gorgeous creation," Frank said, pouting, but he didn't hesitate as Columbia offered a hand to help him to his feet. She was probably right after all, he reasoned, too much tension was not good for Frank N Furter. He did not work well under constraints. Well.he thought devilishly.it depends upon the work.
Columbia smiled as she noticed the mischievious twinkle in his eye return and the devilish grin return to his face as he pulled her close to him and kissed her, a passionate kiss that the Transsexual prince was so often noted for. Columbia's knees went weak, but she stood firm, knowing that she would please the Master more if she put up a fight.
"Is that the best you can do?" Columbia said tartly, putting one hand upon her hip, an eyebrow arched.
"Oh, Columbia, you foolish girl, you know that it isn't." Frank sneered. He stepped forward to pull her close, but was interrupted by a crash downstairs. Magenta and Riff Raff again, no doubt.
"Not again, not again..Columbia are they doing it again?"
Columbia stuttered and pouted as she tried to get Frank in the mood to seduce her again. "Oh, but Frankie, you know they are, just.c'mon, spend some time with meeee." She whined, and somehow this time it worked. Frank picked her up and carried her off to his bedchamber, living up to his lustful reputation.
The sun streamed in through the window, upon the sleeping forms of Riff Raff and Magenta, Magenta curled up next to Riff, basking in his warmth. The bright rays of sun woke her, and she panicked as she realized the master would be awake soon, and to find the both of them together yet again might bring punishment. In the earlier days, finding Riff Raff and Magenta in bed after a night of lovemaking might cause him to create a threesome, but now he was intent upon the birth of his creation, and the upcoming Transylvanian Convention. Such a situation might bring more punishment, as it was thought of as a "delay in the creation of his perfect man."
"Vake up, vake up my love," Magenta whispered in Riff Raff's ear, nibbling upon his earlobe. "The Master vill be vaking soon enough, ve do not need any more problems from him."
Riff Raff sighed into her flame red hair as he awoke. " I grow weary of the Master, and all of his tempers. Magenter, my darling, not long shall we remain under Frank's rule, I promise."
The wind blew the rain sideways against the windowpanes, causing the rain droplets to trickle down and abstract the world outside, cloaked in darkness. It was almost in unison with Columbia's tears, as they slid down her cheeks and rested in the corners of her mouth. Eddie had been missing for a few weeks now, and Columbia had assumed he had found yet another love, besides rock n roll and his motorcycle. She was probably old news, she thought to herself, as she sobbed into the upholstered side of the sofa. The moaning and shrieks of passion from the pair across the room became too much for her, so, tossing the pillow to the floor, Columbia snuck out of the room, careful to close the door behind her.
Opening the grille of the elevator, she shut the wrought iron doors behind her as she stepped inside. Pulling the lever upwards and pushing a button, the elevator shuddered to life as it carried her upwards, to the laboratory, where he was sure to be found, toiling again over his creation.
The elevator halted, and as she opened the doors and stepped off of it, she knew she was in the right place, surrounded by statues of David and pink ceramic tile, trademarks of Frank N Furter's laboratory. Her steps echoed in the large room, her blue eyes scanning for Frank. Following the sounds of a frustrated cursing behind a large, cloth covered tank, she came upon Frank, almost in tears.
"Damn this!! I'm so tired of working so hard only to find myself in circles!!" Frank moaned, tears sliding down his painted cheeks. He sat amidst piles of plans, images of the human body accompanied by scribbles of words, and chemical formulas. A tear slid off his cheek and landed upon a paper, blotting some of the writing upon it.
Columbia knelt down next to Frank and cupped his chin in his hands, concern written in her face. Normally this would have been too bold of a movement to make upon the Prince of Transsexual without his consent, but he was too upset to think clearly. His makeup was smearing as he cried, his pitiful eyes looking directly into Columbia's.
"Why, Frankie, wassa matter baby? This isn't the Frank I know! Maybe you are spending too much time on this, you need a break." Frank said nothing, just sniffled pathetically.
"How about you and I go have a little fun for a while, then maybe you can start thinking clearly about the problem you are having with this.whatever you are working so hard on." Truth was, Columbia would much rather have the Master's attention completely focused on her, but that was an impossible wish in itself.
"It's my creation, my gorgeous creation," Frank said, pouting, but he didn't hesitate as Columbia offered a hand to help him to his feet. She was probably right after all, he reasoned, too much tension was not good for Frank N Furter. He did not work well under constraints. Well.he thought devilishly.it depends upon the work.
Columbia smiled as she noticed the mischievious twinkle in his eye return and the devilish grin return to his face as he pulled her close to him and kissed her, a passionate kiss that the Transsexual prince was so often noted for. Columbia's knees went weak, but she stood firm, knowing that she would please the Master more if she put up a fight.
"Is that the best you can do?" Columbia said tartly, putting one hand upon her hip, an eyebrow arched.
"Oh, Columbia, you foolish girl, you know that it isn't." Frank sneered. He stepped forward to pull her close, but was interrupted by a crash downstairs. Magenta and Riff Raff again, no doubt.
"Not again, not again..Columbia are they doing it again?"
Columbia stuttered and pouted as she tried to get Frank in the mood to seduce her again. "Oh, but Frankie, you know they are, just.c'mon, spend some time with meeee." She whined, and somehow this time it worked. Frank picked her up and carried her off to his bedchamber, living up to his lustful reputation.
The sun streamed in through the window, upon the sleeping forms of Riff Raff and Magenta, Magenta curled up next to Riff, basking in his warmth. The bright rays of sun woke her, and she panicked as she realized the master would be awake soon, and to find the both of them together yet again might bring punishment. In the earlier days, finding Riff Raff and Magenta in bed after a night of lovemaking might cause him to create a threesome, but now he was intent upon the birth of his creation, and the upcoming Transylvanian Convention. Such a situation might bring more punishment, as it was thought of as a "delay in the creation of his perfect man."
"Vake up, vake up my love," Magenta whispered in Riff Raff's ear, nibbling upon his earlobe. "The Master vill be vaking soon enough, ve do not need any more problems from him."
Riff Raff sighed into her flame red hair as he awoke. " I grow weary of the Master, and all of his tempers. Magenter, my darling, not long shall we remain under Frank's rule, I promise."