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.

Chapter 2

A Pickup Truck And The Devils Eyes

"I'm going to find her," I called to my Domestic, snarling as I did so.

"Master, I don't suggest that, you're sick."

Turning back to her, I growled and the hissed words that left my mouth were encased in ice. "You dare tell me what to do? It is no matter that I'm sick, I'm going to find her."

As I walked to the door, Magenta grasped hold of my bicep and took the chain of keys from my hands, throwing them into the kitchen. I pushed her off forcefully and glared down at her as I went into the room.

Looking back, I could see her sobbing form curled onto the floor. On most days, I would have been the tiniest sympathetic, but now it made no difference whether she was alive or dead.

As I walked outside, I caught no sight of Ava's car. For now, that was the only lead I had.

Denton was the other lead I was given, for Ava's shop was near and I would be able to question the crowds that consumed its grounds. During the day, Denton was presented as a quiet town, but at night, parties raged and people knew how to have a good time.

All the way there, my foot was pressed heavily onto the gas. The thought of Ava's safety was the only thing that rattled around in my brain – the anger from the police never crossed my mind.

I parked in a large lot surrounded by bars, clubs, and multiple late night restaurants. I began to wonder why Ava and I had never been there before.

I walked into a few different bars, asking about Ava. Many people gave me looks of attention, but the only thing that was on my mind was my dear fiancé.

A few buildings later, I figured my luck had increased for I arrived at the bistro Ava and I had gone to when I proposed. Walking up the stairs, I noticed Evelyn inside and I decided it was time to challenge my fears and speak with her once more.

I opened the door and she looked up from her post giving me a halfhearted smile.

"Is it just you Frank?" she said, rather arrogantly.

"Yes, well, no," I stuttered. "Do you remember the woman that accompanied me last month?"

She thought for a moment, "Oh yeah, the red-head?"

"Yes, have you seen her?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"She's disappeared."

"Did you not satisfy her enough?" she asked, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

I silenced her with a look and slowly whispered, "She's been kidnapped."

Evelyn's face seemed to have mollified from one of satisfaction to one of concern. "Wait, you're serious?" I nodded silently and she feigned embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry Frank, I haven't seen her though."

"Thank you for the help, Evelyn," I sighed as I walked back outside and into the truck.

Driving down the rest of Grand Way, I caught view of Ava's shop and decided to pull into the lot and look around inside for any sign of her. I stepped out of the truck and fiddled with my keys until I was able to open the door to the withering heaven.

I felt as if I was betraying her, peaking into her personal work. But I was her fiancé, was I given such a right?

My thoughts wisped away upon catching gaze of something glowing from the countertop. I went over to it and observed the contraption – soon realizing it was Ava's camera. I scrolled through it immediately, but stopped as her glistening wedding dress filled the small screen.

I fell to the floor and sobbed, seeing the photo reminded me she had disappeared from my life.

"She can't be gone," I cried.

Finally, after moments of saddened disposition, I regained some semblance of composure and stood up, taking Ava's camera with me as I staggered outside. Without thought, I stepped back into the truck and turned the keys inside the ignition, starting its engine with a thud.

I traveled sharply down the road, keeping my eyes open for any sign of Ava. But after driving a short while and finding no remnants of Ava, I caught sight of Amy walking along the side of the street. Slowly, I pulled next to her and rolled down the driver's side window in order to speak with her, but without a second thought, she pulled a knife from of her purse and waved it my direction. My eyes widened. "Amy!" I screamed. "It's Frank!"

"Oh," she sighed, hiding the knife from my view. "I'm sorry Frank, can't be too careful ya know?"

"Yes . . . well, have you seen Ava?"

"No. Why?"

"She's disappeared."

"Did she not satisfy you enough?" she asked, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

I silenced her with a look, "I believe that is none of your business but she's been kidnapped."

She was silent a moment, then asked, "She's gone?"

"Yes, would you like to help me find her?"

"Sure," she smiled as she got inside. "Where are we going?"

My face bore a plain expression as I slowly said, "I had thought of driving through Denton Forest."

"Oh."

"Is it possible for you to do me a favor?"

She perked up and smiled, "yes?"

I handed her Ava's cellular device and flipped it open. "Find the name Micah and call her."

"Okay." She searched a moment. "Found it!"

She handed the phone back to me and I waited impatiently for Micah to answer.

"Ava, why are you calling me at eleven at night? I have someone over too, like a 'bow chicka wow wow' kind of thing. "

"Micah, she's disappeared."

"Frank?"

"Yes Micah. What do I do?" I cried.

"Frank, you better not be fucking with me. You know I'm worried sick about Seeley doing something."

"Micah," I growled. "I would not lie to you about such an instance. She's gone."

She was silent a moment, then asked, "Do you believe Seeley took her?"

"No, I believe Riff Raff is behind it."

"Riff Raff? He seemed so nice," she cooed.

"Micah, I have known Riff Raff for an extensive period of time, he is the malicious bastard behind this. Now, will you help me look for Ava or do you wish to continue on with your sexual encounter?"

"Okay Frank, I know she's your fiancé and you're upset, but don't get snippy with me!" she hollered, making me remove the phone an inch or two away from my ear. "Now I'll help you find her, I'll meet you at the castle."

"Thank you Micah, we shall speak soon."

"We're going to find her Frank. I know you'll never give up."

"I never could."