Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' the dear Richard O'Brien does. If I did believe me I would be the happiest person in the world and would be in California instead of the East Coast. Though, I do own Ava and a few characters that shall pop up later in the story. Please Review, I would love to hear from you all.

Chapter 1

Give A Dog A Bone

"Amy! How many times do I have to tell you; when you return from a walk you have to place the dogs into their individual cages?" I never flew of the handle like this. It was not within me to yell at an employee in the way I had. Yet, I knew if I didn't intimidate the girl, she was never going to listen. "This is how dogs get into fights. If any dog gets hurt, your ass is fired!"

"Believe me Ms. Awalt, at the time I walked in, I couldn't find someone to take the dogs from me. I had to use the restroom and there wasn't enough time for me to put them away without the chance of an accident."

She was lying through her teeth. I knew she went into the bathroom to call her, Dear Eddie back. Unless she was talking to herself or practicing what she was to say to him, she wasn't using the restroom.

"Don't you dare lie to me you litt-"

Before continuing on, I caught gaze of a probable customer walking towards my doors. He was a tall, thin man who held a bit of a hunch. I decided it best to drop my conversation and walk behind the counter, in order to welcome any visitors I was about to endure.

From the start, I knew there was something peculiar about him and the situation that was to come.

"Hello. . ." he began, looking down at my name tag. "Ava!"

"Hello, and welcome to Give a Dog a Bone," I said, plastering a fake smile onto my face

I plastered a fake smile on my face and spoke with a caring tone. Though I cared deeply for the animals, I didn't care much for their human companions.

"My dog -" He paused a moment as if he didn't want to say what he just had. "Frank is in need of your, um, services." He looked down at the counter as if he was shy or embarrassed. "He needs some affection and whatever else it is that you have to offer. My sister, Magenta, and I are leaving town for a few days, we would like for you to come in and check up on him."

"It would be our pleasure to help you by caring for your dear Frank. We will stop by tomorrow so we can check out the house and make sure we are aware of any accommodations we have to make. I will have our dear employee, Amy sto-"

"NO!" he barked, making both Amy and I jump at the change of tone. It seemed as he'd forgotten he was in a public place. "I want the best of the best to care for our Frankie."

As the remaining words hit Amy's ears, she sullenly walked away in a state of depression. I, myself, was surprised that he had turned down the offer of having my intern assist him. He desired for me to care for his – baby.

"Now sir," I instigated. "May I ask where your house is located?"

I grabbed a pen, pad of paper from a cubby in the counter, and placed them onto the countertop.

"We reside in the castle just outside of Denton."

In shock, I dropped my pen and stared up at him.

"I-I didn't know anyone lived there."

"We have quietly occupied it for many years. Though, when we came to realize that we were unable to take our mast-" He bit his lip in mistaken nature. "I mean . . . pet with us, we knew it was needed we were to find someone who could satisfy the Prince's needs."

Listening to each word carefully, I began to think that Frank wasn't a dog at all.

"I understand. We do care for your animal as if it's our own. But, may I ask your name?" I queried, looking into his deep blue eyes and shaking with a sense of fear.

"Riff Raff," he complied.

"Well, that's quite a peculiar name," I testified; only afterwards realizing it would have been best if I had kept my mouth shut.

"Erm-" He held no comment to my rude remark.

"I mean - it's not bad. I like it."

I didn't like it.

As he drew near, he sighed in relief and wiped a beat of sweat from his brow.

"I'll see you tomorrow, around three to discuss further care of your Frankie."

"We'll be awaiting your arrival."