A/N: Alright, so I figured I might as well go ahead and publish a couple of chapters back-to-back to get the story going, Frankie's being a wonderful muse for the time being so I better take advantage of his availability and kindness as much as I can! ;)
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On we go with the story then... Enjoy and happy reading!
xxx
Kayla
CHAPTER 2
All but a dream within a dream….?
Frank N Furter had a mission to accomplish. He was, quite literally, from another planet – his home being Transsexual, Transylvania – and he had been granted permission to visit planet Earth to, officially, 'study' its inhabitants and possibly be able to somehow demonstrate his discoveries once he came back to his native planet. This, at least, was the official version of the story.
The way things really had gone involved a quite problematic dynastic succession with a few unpleasant conspiracy and attempted murder events, following which it had been decided that it would be best for Prince Frank – that being his status back home – to be gone for some time, waiting for the opportune moment to return and, hopefully, succeed in retrieving the throne he had rightfully inherited.
However, the initial estimated time of their permanence on Earth had become longer, and longer, and longer…. And Frank had soon realized that, whether he liked it or not, his return home was going to happen, if ever, in a very, very long time. That was the moment when he also realized that, actually, he was not very keen on returning home at all; and the situation being what it was, he might as well try to make the best of his stay on Earth. Riff raff and Magenta, both of whom had accompanied him, had thankfully been very helpful and supportive, and with the passing years they had been able to settle down in what they now considered their mansion and home. To avoid any inconvenience and keep any eventual suspecting Transylvanians from doubting his real purpose and force him to return, Frank had taken up studying human science and had slowly become quite interested in the subject. Over the years he had acquired a considerable knowledge about the human race, and had discovered a lot of rather… pleasant aspects about living on planet Earth. His exuberant mannerisms and flamboyant style, however, had forced him into a semi-secluded life, to which he had also grown accustomed, to avoid attracting too much unwanted attention to himself.
Following his discoveries on the human race, he had also begun a grand project, which involved the creation of a human being of his own. No, he was not mad. He knew that he often joked quite explicitly about how he was creating a man 'for himself' and 'for his own amusement', but he was no fool: he knew that creating one would offer him the right excuse to both stay or return home whenever he wanted, with an actual result to show he had completed his 'mission'.
Frank did not, in any way, have a natural tendency to hate people, nor did he viscerally despise having visitors or guests at the mansion. But ever since an accident regarding undercover Transylvanian spies disguised as humans had threatened to blow up his cover years before, he had been forced to seclude his servants and himself even more from the outside world and had naturally become much more suspecting and mistrusting of strangers.
He had been considering all of this when Riff raff had brought him to their new, momentarily unconscious guest. That was the reason why he had shown hesitance to allow her to stay in the first place. When they had taken in Columbia with them, they had already taken a big risk, but they had been lucky and she had never betrayed their trust and secrecy.
The fact that their new arrival was also a young woman probably influenced Frank in believing that she wouldn't be of trouble either. The fact that he had later discovered that she apparently came from a mental institution had however slightly made him regret his decision, although his instinct somehow told him that she was not dangerous. He wondered how she could come from there and was quite curious to know her story.
She was obviously a fugitive, he thought while he went back to work on the complex machinery he would use for his creation. But how had she escaped? Where was she headed? And what had brought her to attempt the daunting mission of escaping from a madhouse?
Well, he thought, if she turned out not to be a psychotic killer, he supposed he could always invite her to stay for a while. After all, he considered ironically, it wasn't often that they got to have friendly visitors around, let alone offer them hospitality. Then of course, there was also that other reason which had to do with his permanence on Earth for which she could always be helpful, even though…..
"Master?"
Riff raff's voice tore him from his train of thought and made him jump a foot in the air. He hit his head on one of the machine's metal pieces that was hanging above him and let out a cry of pain.
"RIFF RAFF, YOU IDIOTIC MORON!" he yelled.
"I beg your forgiveness, Master," Riff raff apologized, though Frank could've sworn he saw the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips.
Frank shot him a fired glare, "What is it?"
"Our visitor," the handyman announced, "Is awake and ready to meet you, Master. We merely wait your arrival."
In the guest room...
"There, there, don't be afraid, child," Magenta cooed, attempting to keep their new guest calm.
Her efforts were useless, however, because for some strange reason the girl lying in the bed actually seemed quite at ease with the situation. She merely stood with her eyes open, scanning the room around her and occasionally making eye contact with Magenta who stood by her side, but she had yet to utter a word. She seemed confused, as though she couldn't quite remember how she got into that bed in the first place, but she did not seem frightened.
Magenta soon heard Riff raff approaching, and sure enough moments later he made his entrance in the room, followed closely by Frank.
The young girl turned when the two men entered the room to look at them. Her eyes quickly scanned Riff raff and then moved on to Frank, where she stopped and stared. She took in his drank, muscular figure, clad in women's clothing which included a black long-sleeved shirt, black undergarments, thigh high black stockings and knee-high leather boots, and simply stared at him, mesmerized. Frank and the others held their breaths for a moment for fear of a sudden reaction, but she merely kept looking at him, although she did so not so much in a horrified way as in an intrigued way. She seemed quite fascinated with his appearance.
Then Frank met her gaze, and both of them froze. Frank was faced with a pair of emerald green eyes, which he immediately found extremely beautiful. Frank was quite a lover for beautiful things, and he recognized a beauty when he saw one. The girl's eyes kept staring at him with a curious glint shining behind them, and Frank returned the gaze with his own intense greyish-blue eyes.
"This is the Master," he heard Riff raff explain.
He forced himself to focus on the current situation and stepped up besides the bed, sitting down by the girl's feet while managing to still keep eye contact with her.
"Hello," he finally spoke after a few moments of silence, his thick English accent wrapped in his deep velvety voice. "How are you feeling?"
She looked at him for another few silent moments, then finally spoke with a delicate voice.
"Is this a dream?"
Frank looked away from her, shaking his head and chuckling at her innocent question, "Oh, it is decidedly not, darling, I'm afraid we're not in Wonderland anymore. This is quite real and we are all quite real, I can assure you," he looked back at her, "We – um, decided to offer you a more… hospitable place to stay rather than the woods, given it's quite a bad time to play camping-out." He paused and then gave her a small smile, "What's your name, dear?"
"Roxanne," she replied vaguely, now diverting her eyes from him to look around once more, "What is this place? Where am I?" she looked back at him, "Who are you?"
"My, my, we have quite a bit of questions, don't we?" Frank replied, only gently mocking her comprehensible confusion, before grinning at her once more, "Don't worry darling, you're safe now. We don't want to hurt you. These are Magenta, Columbia, and Riff raff," he introduced his gang, indicating each one as he spoke, then returning to look at her, "I am Dr Frank -"
"You're a doctor?" the girl's eyes widened, and she suddenly seemed to become agitated. She pushed herself up from the bed, as if trying to get away from him, and her eyes began to scan the room frantically as her breath hitched.
Frank frowned at her sudden reaction, but saw fit to immediately calm her, "No, no, don't worry darling, I'm not an actual doctor, that's just what they call me."
The girl stopped fidgeting, though she eyed him suspiciously, "You're….not?"
"Decidedly not, my dear," he firmly reassured her, "My name is Dr. Frank N Furter, but I am merely a – er, scientist. I have nothing to do with actual doctors." He gave her a dashing smile to convince her even more, and she seemed to believe him.
"Now, Roxie dear," he told her, affectionately diminishing her name and placing a hand gently on her knee, "Do me a favour and tell Magenta what you would like to eat and drink. She'll have your food ready in a jiffy. Then you can eat, wash up, and rest some more." He got up, leaving her side, "Both her and Riff raff are at your service if you need anything. I'll be back to check on you later, but if you need me just have Riff raff come give me a call and I'll be here straight away. Okay?" he turned to leave.
"Wait," she stopped him, and he turned back around, "Don't you want to know who I am? Or where I came from?"
Frank shook his head and smiled as if she found her question cute. He walked back to the bed and answered, "No need for that now, dear, you really must only worry about getting some rest now. Besides," he added with a chuckle, leaning towards her face and gently placing a hand under her chin and tilting her head up to look at him, "I can already tell you're a simply delicious sweet little girl." He grinned at her and stood back up, "Why ever should I worry about anything else right now?" He gave her a wink and walked to the door, turning to his servants, he ordered, "See to it that she is properly looked after," and then gave her one last look and said, "Rest well, sweet Roxie. I will see you later."
And with that, he left the room once more. Magenta and Riff raff immediately started asking her questions about food, drinks, clean clothes and warm towels, but Roxie's attention remained captivated on the door, and on the man who had just left through it.
A/N: Thought? Comments? Considerations? Ideas? I realize it's taking me a while to get the plot going, but I promise you the story will start to pick up pace after these first couple of introduction pieces.
I figured it wouldn't be too OOC for Frankie to act like this with a total stranger, considering how he greeted Brad and Janet I sort of came to the conclusion there isn't really a reason to suppose he doesn't enjoy having guests or would deny giving them hospitality. Besides, there's going to be a reason why he's welcoming Roxie so warmly to stay - apart from the obvious fact that she is a young and pretty lady, of course.
What do you think? Am I right? Review and let me know! :)
Lots of love and to our next update!
XOXOXO, Kayla
