A little diner in Denton in the middle of the night wasn't the precise place for a couple like Brad and Janet. A couple practically terrorized by a transvestite, his minions, his creation, his victims. It was a few weeks, though, after the calamity, and the thought never left neither Brad nor Janet's minds.

Silence loomed over the two in the diner's booth, no one had anything to say – it had been this way since they got back home. Brad kept fidgeting with his lighter, lighting it and blowing it out over and over and—.

"Janet, this isn't going to work out." Brad finally admitted. He balled his fists slightly, before dropping his lighter, relaxing himself and sending his fingers through his brunette locks. Spectacled eyes avoided their gaze from the suddenly distressed Janet Weiss.

"Y—you… you're not joking, Brad! Are you?" Her hand slowly formed around her mouth in astonishment. Her aqua hues pleaded that this was a joke, a tinge of denial seeping from the pupil's dilation and tears beginning to distort her vision.

Brad knew for a very fact how this would affect both of them, but after everything that had happened at the Frankenstein castle, the brunette male wasn't so sure about the woman's lack of suppression from other men.

And not only for just that reason…

But it seemed, that the night Frank-n-Furter had crept into Brad's guest bedroom and took him with a shameless passion, he had a more warped view on his sexuality… which he really couldn't admit to even himself.

"God dammit, Janet! Why would I make a joke out of something serious like this?" Majors removed his glasses in a heated approach, looking the dirty-blonde straight in the eyes. "I loved you, Janet. But I'm not so sure that the feelings are there anymore. Not after the Frank-N-Furter fiasco."

"Oh, Brad! It was an honest mistake!" She exclaimed, her hands throwing themselves in the air and accidentally knocking an empty mug off of their table. "You don't understand, really! It was… we were just—oh, for heaven's sake, it's not as if you didn't do it, too!"

Brad's face began to heat up from mortification; he scoped his eyes around the diner to see if anyone heard as if they had known about it, too. He put his glasses back on and adjusted them to the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Janet. There are plenty of different reasons and that just happened to be one of them. This really is for the best."

Her lips pursed, her arms crossed and she looked irritably at her ex-fiancé and simply said, "No." She turned her head to the wall, "I won't allow this to happen, Brad Majors! You love me and I love you, and that is how it's going to stay!" Tears began to well up in her eyes once more.

"Janet, I—."

"NO, BRAD. I LOVE YOU FAR TOO MUCH TO ALLOW YOU TO LET ME GO." Janet had now turned her body towards the table, her torso toppling over the surface as she leaned in closer to the dumbfounded male, her soft hands gripping on to his rough, tensed ones. "You can't do this… I adore you; I want to spend the rest of my life with you…" Her voice wavered, as she whispered, "I need you."

Her pleading eyes almost persuaded the man into staying, but this wasn't right. She was lying right through her teeth. This would never work out between a woman who would go as far as to shag a man with no intellect in the slightest; a goddamned creation! That blonde man was only a few hours old, not to mention, so wouldn't that just be considered some sick loophole out of pedophilia?

Degrading is what Janet Weiss was to Brad now; he could understand her having been seduced by Frank-N-Furter only once, but to do it a second time with an inexcusable treason was out of the question.

Brad had to force his hands away from the young woman's, a stunned expression overcoming her face. He looked away now, fiddling his hands together near his chest, "I'm sorry." He lied, sullenly looking back at Janet with significance to his features that told his now ex-fiancé that it was really the end of it.

"So… this is it, then? You're going to cast me aside, just like that?" Janet's voice became resenting as she took hold of her white tote and stood up with an incredible rigidity that even surprised Brad.

"Look now, Janet, it really doesn't have to come to this sort of attitude—."

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, BRAD. WHAT 'SORT OF ATTITUDE' WERE YOU EXPRECTING?" She screamed at him, causing a few curious eyes to wander towards the back of the diner.

"J—Janet, please, calm dow—." But Janet refused to listen, her tirade continued despite the eavesdroppers' little whispers and concerns for her chaotic behaviour.

"Oh, let me just skip merrily around the diner, cheer and shout proudly to the public that I've just been dumped by my fiancé! GO TELL MY PARENTS AND MY FRIENDS AND EVERYONE WE KNOW HOW GREAT IT'S BEEN BEING TURNED DOWN BY THE ONLY MAN I'VE EVER LOVED! YOU CAN GO TO HELL, BRAD MAJORS! AND YOU CAN ROT IN IT."

Janet's face changed suddenly, bewilderment painted her face as her hand met contact gingerly with her gaping mouth. She stood there for a moment, staring at Brad with that wretched look still there, as if she was in a stupor. Slowly she backed away towards the exit, ignoring the bystanders, ignoring the fact that her tears were becoming apparent.

She could only focus on Brad Majors.

Her daze broke like a fallen glass and she ran out of the diner into the blackest night.

Brad sat there in deafening silence, questioning himself in a worrying frenzy. What was going through her mind before she shot out the restaurant like that? Where would she even think about going this late at night? She could get herself killed, what is she thinking?

He dropped a random wad of money to the table and ran full-speed ahead to his car to look for the distraught heroine. Getting outside, it was inconveniently raining, just adding to this fucked up situation that he got himself into. He unlocked his car, jumped into his vehicle and sped out of the parking lot.

The brunette was lucky enough to have gotten his car back; otherwise there would be no other way to find Janet easier.

His fingers traced up and down the handle on the steering wheel, turning the windshield wipers up to full blast as the rain pattered roughly down on the window. He could barely see a thing; why did this crazed bitch have to run out like that? It only made shit more difficult than it needed to be.

The man clenched his fists in rage, as he parked in an isolated street some few miles out of town, hitting the steering wheel with all the force he could muster.

"Dammit, Janet!" He yelled at himself, throwing his head back against the pleather seat, running a hand down his face in frustration. "You thick sleaze..."

His ears focused on the sound of the wipers swiping rain droplets across his windshield, listening to the rain hit the roof of his car. Part of him wanted to drop the search, but if he did, he knew how her father would react – and Brad wasn't that kind of man to begin with, either.

Finally putting his car in reverse, a knock at his window suddenly sounded, making Majors jump. He looked out to find nothing but black against black, he couldn't see a thing. Not even the simple squint of his eyes would do him any good, so he cautiously rolled his window some inches downward.

"Has a little kitten gone astray?" An all-too familiar male voice asked with a Cheshire-like smirk. A sudden chuckle escaping past that cigarette mouth.

Brad's brows furrowed as his eyes set still on his steering wheel. What man in their right mind would talk so cheekily to another man that way? So perversely? That was just… wrong on a number of levels. Not to mention that it's the middle of the night, this man could be a prostitute, a drug-addict a trans—…

The brunette's eyes widened suddenly, his head turning to the source of disruption.

The stranger knelt down to meet eye level with Brad, his smirk hadn't left his face and his black eyes flashed with a sort of excitement.

"Hey there, honey." Frank-N-Furter said, winking playfully at the now petrified-as-all-hell Brad Majors.