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Chapter 1
"Janet, they're obviously foreigners, and this must be one of their national dances."
-Rocky Horror Picture Show
Everything felt wrong, his legs, his back, even his hair...his hair? He lifted a hand, feeling his locks and pulled back when his fingers were coated with grease. What the hell? He NEVER put product in his hair….well not greasy product anyways.
Looking around his mind flashed with the memories of Serena's living room, her outfit, her smell, her...breasts. And then another memory crashed on him; the two of them getting attacked. Standing, even with the ache that covered him head to toe, he frantically searched for his blonde, not paying attention to anything else around him.
His heart slowed when he saw her prone body, lying face down and lifeless near him. Scrambling, he found purchase on the gravel beneath his feet and knelt beside her quickly.
"Serena?" He touched her shoulder, the scratchy material of her dress a stark contrast to the dress he remembered her wearing. She didn't budge under his gentle probing, so he got rougher. "Serena?"
"GOD, WHAT!" She shot up, regret stinging her face soon after. "Oh my God, did anyone get the number on that bus?!"
He chuckled, which even that hurt. "Are you okay? Can you stand?"
Another groan came from her lips before she pressed her hands to the ground underneath her and pushed up. "I hurt everywhere. What happened?"
He was taken aback, shocked by her appearance. "Serena, your...your dress! And your hair!"
Gone was the tight little number, that he hated himself for loving, and instead was a pale pink dress that covered her from chest to her upper thighs along with a white sweater covering her arms. Her hair had shortened all the way up to her shoulders, curling in ringlets.
Her eyes glassed over as she looked down at herself, only coming back to life when she looked over at him, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. "Darien…"
His t-shirt had been replaced with a collared shirt that was tucked under a v-neck sweater and his jeans replaced with tan slacks. Serena reached over, pulling something off his face, the weight of which he only noticed once removed. His vision blurred so bad he could barely make out Serena's face as she kneeled inches away from him. Sensing his distress, she replaced the weight and he could see, reaching up himself and finding glasses at the source.
With his help, they both stood, wiping dust from their clothes. The sound of a few cars rumbling and some shouts caught their attention. They followed the sounds in hopes of finding friends instead of foes.
A small church stood before them, a group of people tossing rice at the couple as they raced down the church steps. Something hit the back of his head, clutching his hair and grabbing the remnants, he pulled back small grains of white rice. He looked over at Serena who was doing the same, rice in her hands, when more rice hit them, coming from behind. Spinning on his heel, he found nothing but empty fields and a highway behind him. The grains of rice were still firmly held in between his fingertips, same as Serena, but there was not a soul around.
Turning back to the scene before them, the newly wedded couple was driving off into the distance and the crowd dissipated quickly. He found himself drawn to the church, Serena right behind him.
"Do you have any clue as to what is going on Serena?"
She was looking around a bit frantic. "I'm….I'm not sure. This all seems….familiar…"
The chords of music filled the air, once silent now blasting with sound. But he couldn't find a source anywhere, it was as if it were coming from the sky! Something swelled in his chest, bubbling up and out of him beyond his control. "Hey, Serena?"
She looked over at him, confused, but then freaked out as her mouth forced open quickly in response. "Yes, Darien?'
He tried to stop himself, but the words pushed out against his will. "I've got something to say."
Her face twisted, fear and confusion washing over it, not matching her words. "Uh huh?"
He continued to fight but his body had a will of its own. "I really love the way, you dressed like a bunny...for me today…"
"Oh, Darien."
His body started to move, forcing him to run and jump up on things, turning to look at her as he sang to her, his body taking full control now. "Time stood still but I managed."
Voices out of nowhere called out her name in monotone, the two of them trying to search out the voice, but their heads were firmly stuck in the song.
"We saw our future, it's stagnant, (Serena)
So please, don't say that I planned it. (Serena)
I've got one thing to say and that's damnit, Serena, I'm waiting too"
He grabbed her hands, pulling her up and inside the church with him.
"The road's been long, but I ran it. (Serena)
There's a fire in my loins and you fan it. (Serena)
If there's one tool for you then I am it. (Serena)
I've got one thing to say and that's damnit Serena, I want you too."
His face flushed, he could NOT believe the shit coming out of his mouth….it was 100% true but he was never going to tell her that! Not even when they were married and she had their child was he going to tell her these things!
His hand dug into his pocket and as soon as his fingers touched it, he knew what it was. He fought harder than before, begging his hand not to grab the item and pull it out. Never did he ever want to shove what this sick world wanted him to into her face! But as hard as he fought, it was all in vain. His fingers gripped it and pulled it out, thrusting it into her face.
"Here's the condom to prove, I'm no slacker.
There's three ways that I will grow.
Touch, smell, look,
OH S-E-R-E-N-A I need you so!"
His body leaned in for a kiss and Serena was ready to give it to him. At the last second, her body turned, making for the door, and he was left to fall onto his face, the cheap carpet burning up his cheek
Her mouth opened, the song spilling from her mouth as it had his.
"This is way better than Mina had planned (Darien).
You want me and I'm so glad (Darien).
That you met mom, and you KNOW dad (Darien).
So don't be a disciplinarian Darien, I'm mad about you too (Darien)"
She faced him fully now, looking him square in his eyes. "I love you."
Even if he wasn't being forced, he would have said it. He just wouldn't have sung it. "I love you too."
They met in the middle. Clasping one another's hands and singing in perfect harmony.
"There's one thing left to do ah ooh."
Now he feared what he would do or say next, the last line sung sounding very much like an implication.
"And that's go see the man who began it. (Serena)
He'll get us out of here, no more panic! (Serena)"
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he grabbed her up, pulling her in tight to him and his hips ground up against hers.
"Then we'll be home and I'll bang ya! (Serena)"
She turned bright red and so did he and the only saving grace was that the song seemed to be coming to an end. Facing one another, they pulled in close, their faces inches from each other and again they sang in perfect harmony.
"I love yoooooouuuu."
They bowed their heads together coming in for a kiss and it was at least chaste. The music died out and he found he could move at his own free will again. Pushing away from her, he rushed out of the small church in desperate need of air and began pacing. She followed him out, her eyes on him, watching. He could feel it.
"Serena...look…I, uh...I don't uh…"
He finally gained the courage to look at her only to find her looking around them, her brows deeply furrowed.
"What is it?"
She looked back at him, but she was still in deep thought. "If this is what I think it is…."
A voice broke through, interrupting her, coming from an unseen source. "I would like, ah, if I may, ...to take you on a strange journey."
He watched as her eyes went wide and he tore away from them to look around frantically. "Andrew?!"
Something shifted, the walls of the world rippling. A part of the endless and deserted background moved, pulling back like a curtain to reveal none other than Andrew sitting at a large desk in a very ornate office. The blonde, who he had only ever seen in a t-shirt and jeans, wore a three-piece suit complete with a cravat. In his hands was a very thick and large book with the title The Denton Affair.
"It seemed a fairly ordinary night when Darien Shields and his soul mate Serena Tsukino, two young, ordinary, healthy kids, left Denton that late October evening, to visit a Dr. Everett Scott, ex-tutor, and now a friend to both of them. It's true there were dark storm clouds, heavy, black, and pendulous, towards which they were driving."
The sun they had been enjoying the whole time quickly evaporated, the gleaming light reflecting off the white walls of the church disappearing at his words.
"It's true, also, that the spare tire they were carrying was badly in need of some air, but, uh, them being normal kids and on a night out... well, they were not going to let a storm spoil the events of their evening, were they?... On a night out... it was a night out they were going to remember... for a very long time."
The curtain pulled back again, the scene returning to what it was before. Racing away from Serena and the church, he ran over to the spot. But no matter how fast he ran or how far, he just moved further into the distance. It was as if the office had never existed.
xXx
She followed after him as he raced to where the office and Andrew once stood, knowing it would do no good. Her hand flew to her breast, a habit she had formed long ago as a comfort mechanism, but her brooch wasn't there. Taking a few more stilling breaths, she managed to calm herself a little, but she was finding it harder than usual to control her emotions.
"Darien…" he was still looking around, trying to find the curtain that had now disappeared, "Darien!"
Startled, he turned to her, as if he forgot she was there. "You saw it too, right Serena? You saw Andrew sitting here at a desk a second ago?"
"Yes, I did but…"
"And before...when we were singing...you didn't have control did you?"
She blanched at the thought. Darien had said all the things she had been wanting to hear for a while now. And here he was admitting that he had not meant any of it. "No, Darien, I didn't, but look….
"Am I dreaming? Please tell me that this is a dream or something!"
Darien was being far more chatty than he usually was and it was strange. "Darien! Listen to me!" He jumped again as if he was surprised but her anger. "I think we are in the movie."
"The movie?"
She nodded. "Yes, inside Rocky Horror Picture Show."
He started to pace but kept his attention on her. "So, that creature blasted us into some kind of parallel universe or dimension in which we are a part of this movie?"
"It's not just that, Darien. I think we are Brad and Janet."
"Who are Brad and Janet?"
"They are the main characters, the couple who go through one really weird night."
He stopped, looking at her with a sideways glance. "How weird, Serena?!"
Opening her mouth to speak, she was silenced by a loud crack of thunder. She jumped and then returned to the ground with a shiver. Darien was beside her in a second, holding her close to him in comfort. He had long ago learned about her fear of thunder and was always there for her to keep her calm. This time was no different. The only difference was her, her emotions on high making it even harder to control herself.
Looking up at him through her lashes, she did her best to speak even as her mind tried to shut down in defence. "The car." He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Brad has a car. Somewhere here."
Taking a hand to dig in his pocket, keeping the other firmly wrapped around her and pulling her tight, she heard the jingle of keys before she saw them. Ushering her, he mostly carried her around until he found the car. It looked just like the one from the film, the deja vu almost overwhelming.
He had just sat and shut his own door when the rain started, pounding down on the roof and the world around them. Without a word, he started the car and started driving. She assumed it was the movie making him go a certain way.
"Darien, do you think you can transform?"
He shook his head slowly and spoke carefully. "I already tried. You don't have your brooch, do you?"
She shook her head, even though it wasn't a question. "I've only seen this movie a few times and I don't remember most of it."
He let out a long sigh. "Great."
They drove in silence for a few moments, until a motorcyclist drove past them like a bat out of hell. "Is that guy crazy? I would never ride in this weather!"
It was all so familiar, sitting just at the tip of her brain and yet, she just couldn't get it to form enough to be helpful. She should have paid closer attention to the film when she and the girls watched it last time.
The car slowed, gaining her attention again, and Darien pulled the car to a stop. "What is it?"
Holding up a hand in irritation, he gestured to the sight before them. A dead end sign, blocking the road. "Guess we will have to turn around."
Something pricked in the back of her mind, a memory forming. But she was too slow in putting it all together. "Darien, wait!"
A loud bang and the car stopped again. She knew what it was, but she still asked anyway. "What was that bang?!"
"We blew the tire." A stream of curses came from under his breath. "I'll have to change it. I hope this car has a spare."
He started to get out of the car, but she stopped him. "It does have a spare, but it's out of air."
"What! How do you know that?"
She shrugged. "One, Andrew said so and two, I remember that from the movie."
"Then we'll have to walk. We are not staying in this world any longer than we have to."
Darien got out first and she soon followed, the rain drenching her in a second. In her hand was a newspaper she didn't remember grabbing or even seeing in the car, but she remembered Janet doing something similar, spreading the newspaper out and over her head.
A small snort came from her side and she glared over at him. "What good is that going to do?"
"I don't know! This is what she does in the movie, okay!"
He chuckled, taking her free hand in his and pulling her back up the road they came from. Another crack of thunder had her almost in his arms, clutching his arm in both her hands, the newspaper forgotten. Her blood ran impossibly cold as if death itself was crawling over her. It was far more intense than it had been in years. The look on Darien's face was not one of irritation but instead one of concern. He must have noticed her lack of control with her emotions as well.
That was when she saw it, a light in the distance. Darien saw it too, steering the two of them towards it. "Darien, what are you doing?"
He glanced at her and then pointed towards the light. "That's a house over there. Maybe they will let us wait out the storm inside."
Tugging on his arm, she stopped both of them under a large pine tree. "I don't think we should go in there. I'm pretty sure that's Frank N. Furter's house."
"Frankin...who?!"
"Dr. Frank N. Furter, he is the 'bad guy' in a way. I don't think we want to go in there."
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, keeping her close to him. "We will just wait out the storm. How bad could it be in there?" She tilted her head, giving him a look that spoke volumes and he laughed. "Okay, I get it, it will get bad but what choice do we have, Serena? We can't stay out here and we can't go back to the car."
"Why can't we go back to the car?"
His eyebrows furrowed and he looked all around them. "I don't...I don't know why..I just know we can't."
She cupped his cheek, gaining his full attention. "That is the movie talking, making you think these things."
The sky lit up again and roared seconds after, her body forcing her upwards in a cringe that was only half under her control. Wrapping both arms around her, he pulled her in deep to him, his mouth at her ear. "And you can barely control your fear in here. Going to that house will be better for you. We will leave as soon as the storm passes."
Suddenly, getting inside that house seemed like the greatest idea in the world. And their only choice.
Keeping her tucked under his arm, he led them both towards the house, music coming twinkling in again.
"Oh no, not again!"
She looked up at his horrified face and guilt twisted in her stomach. "Yeah, sorry. This is a musical."
She cringed outwardly as he glared down at her and then roughly pulled her forward again, nearing the large house some more. Something pushed in her throat, just like it had before and soon she found the words pouring from her lips in a beautiful melody.
"In the velvet darkness,
Of the blackest night,
Burning bright, there's a guiding star.
No matter what or who you are."
She managed an apologetic look to Darien before his voice was forced to join hers.
"There's a light…"
Strange voices came out of the darkness, echoing all around them. "Over at the Frankenstein place!"
"There's a light." He turned the two of them to face one another, the note becoming long and drawn out as they harmonized. Darien actually had a really nice voice. It was deep and smooth like melted dark chocolate.
"Burning in the fireplace…" the voices, however, were tight and grainy, rubbing harshly against her nerves.
Darien had both her hands in his but she wished she was still in his arms. It had been far more comforting. "There's a light, light in the darkness of everybody's life."
They both grew silent but the music continued. "What's going on? Why aren't we singing?"
She slumped at the memory, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips. "Because Riff Raff is singing now. He has this lyric."
"Riff Raff?!"
She waved off his concern as best she could. "We will be meeting him in a minute."
"Serena…"
He was going to say more, but the song returned to them, cutting them off from any further conversation at the moment.
"I can see the flag fly
I can hear the thunder
Yet I know the spell we're under
I wish there was another way, but my mind won't let me stray."
She knew the movie well enough to that, just like in the church, those were not the original words of the song. They had been changed to fit them once again.
This created a mixture of feelings in her. On one hand, if the lyrics changed, then perhaps they could change other events. But on the other, that meant she really didn't know what to expect while stuck inside this film.
Andrew's voice rang out again but this time, he did not appear as he had before. "And so, it seemed that fortune had smiled on Darien and Serena and that they had found the assistance that their plight required...Or had they?"
The music drained away again as Darien continued to pull her towards the monstrous castle. Seeing such a large house in a movie was nothing compared to the sight first hand. It stretched up towards the dark sky, ominous and terrifying. She had never felt any fear watching the film. Now she felt it filling her every fibre to an irrational extent. That's when it hit her.
"Oh god, Darien! We are the characters."
They stood under the covered carport, once a carriage drop off when people travelled in carts and buggies. They dripped water from the rain, now out of it, and she shivered.
"Yes I know, you said that already."
She shook her head, a mixture of fear and cold making it swish back and forth far more than necessary. "No, I mean we have their traits, their flaws. It's why I'm so scared!"
"You are always scared, Sere." He said it almost mocking, but pulled her into a protective embrace just the same.
"Not this much. I'm struggling to control it!"
He chuckled, "I guess I'm just struggling to see the difference here."
The small pop of her hand as it slapped across his chest as hard as she would allow herself echoed on the old concert pillars of the carport. "And you are even more condescending than Brad is!"
He cupped her cheek, bringing her eyes up to his. "Well since we know, we will just have to be more careful about it."
A shiver ran through her, certain parts of the movie running through her mind. "I don't know how much control we are going to have in this…."
His lips on hers silenced her, his usually contained passion showing in the warmth and fervor of his caress. He still pulled away before it had a chance to turn into something burning, even though her belly still was. "Would Brad do that?"
It had left her speechless so she could only shake her head as an answer. Chuckling again, he released her from his hold, only to usher her up to the front door, the dark wood and metal looming over them now. "We will be okay, Serena. Don't I always keep you safe?"
The door opened before she could answer, revealing the person she knew would be Riff Raff. But he looked very little like the character from the film.
"Kunzite?!"
"Heelloooo…."
He leaned against the door, having cracked it just enough for his body to lean out slightly. His eyes swept over them and he wore a grin on his face that was far from the Dark Knight and general to Endymion she remembered. He looked and sounded like Kunzite, but he was, in all other forms, Riff Raff. He even had on the bloodied suit of a butler and a hunch on his back. The only real difference was his hair, longer and fuller than the movie character.
Darien pushed her behind him, but she peeked around, watching the exchange with rapt interest even as her heart pounded wildly in her chest. "Hi….I'm Darien and this is Serena."
He was testing him, trying to figure out how much their old enemy knew about them in this world. If she went by the look on his face, he didn't know them at all.
"You're wet."
But he wasn't looking at them the same as Riff Raff had in the film. Instead, he was smirking and looking….lower. It caused her to squirm as Darien pushed her a little further behind him.
"Yes, well, it's raining."
Darien spoke carefully, still gaging the man before them, but she was pretty sure he had no clue who they were. Other than looking like Kunzite, he held no other similarities to the one from their world.
"Yes….well perhaps you'd better come inside."
Kunzite stood back, making room for them to pass by him and into the house. It was a large and grand room...or rather it was clear that the room used to be grand. It had long ago stopped being taken care of, cobwebs covering the room from top to bottom. The long staircase had an inch of dust along the banister and muddy footprints all over the steps. Large antiquities stood all around on display but it was like they were misplaced, far too many in one place even with the size of the room.
Taking one look at him, she knew that Darien was going nuts, all the things around them needing to be cleaned and organized. It must be killing him to see any place in such a state.
His arm was still around her, tucking her in tight to him. She gently tugged on his sleeve, pulling his attention away from the mess and down to her. "I don't think Kunzite knows us." He looked from her to the man before them and back before nodding in agreeance. "Do you think the movie sucked him in too? And that he is under its complete control?"
She could barely contain her whisper, her fear etching up her spine and making her volume hard to control. Darien squeezed her in even tighter, trying to help her rein in her fear. Usually, it would work. Being held so tight by Darien takes her mind off of any other subject. Sometimes even food.
But now, Janet was controlling her fear and hiking it up to an extreme amount.
Kunzite gestured for them to follow, leading them deeper into the mess. Voices reverberated from somewhere deeper inside the house, laughter and conversations muffled. She knew exactly what it was. Who could forget? But Darien had never seen the movie before.
"Are you guys having a party?"
Kunzite turned on his heel, smirking over at them. Darien was watching him, but she was busy looking elsewhere. Finding what she was looking for quickly….or rather who.
"You arrived on a rather special night. It's one of the master's affairs."
Darien had yet to notice the woman lying across the banister, but she had known she would be there. She watched as she lay motionless, waiting for her turn. So far, the only difference she could see between this woman and Magenta from the film was instead of red hair, hers was blonde. It was still long and wild and frizzy.
"An affair, huh? Good for him."
That wasn't the line. In fact, Brad wasn't even the one who said the line. It was Janet. Just what did all these differences mean?!
The woman she had been watching popped up and she nearly swallowed her tongue. "He's good, you're good, we're all GOOD!"
"MINA?!"
Mina looked at her, registering her shock and then sneering in return. Neither of them got to discuss it, as Kunzite launched into the Time Warp, Mina joining him. Darien looked on in shock, the sight of his general as a completely different person putting him into a catatonic state.
The couple pushed and shoved them forwards, towards a pair of double doors. She knew exactly what stood behind them. It was strange; she started to feel a sense of excitement. This was one of her favorite songs from the film and here she was living it!
The doors burst open, the light from inside overwhelming her but she didn't dare look away or hide her eyes. Filled with Transylvanians, she was surprised once again to recognize every single one of the faces in the room. Melvin stood to the side, Molly feeding him cream from an eclair off her fingers. Raye was walking around the room, stopping to talk every now and then, her suit fitting her better than anyone else's. The rest were just kids from her classes, ones she knew the names of but was having trouble remembering each one of them.
Mina and Kunzite pushed them further into the room and the party turned, addressing their presences with the chorus, "Let's do the Time Warp again," being pretty much yelled at them. She watched them dance and a debilitating weakness came over her. Her body going limp and her eyes sliding closed, she found herself in Darien's arms a split second later, concern etched over his face.
Setting her back up on her feet, he kept a hand on the small of her back, still clearly worried about her. Darien cringed beside her and a curtain pulled back once again, revealing Andrew at his desk and a diagram of the Time Warp behind him.
"It's just a jump to the left."
Darien grabbed her elbow, pulling her into him harshly. "Dear God, do we have to DANCE?!"
She giggled and shook her head 'no', instantly relaxing him before he released her.
Kunzite grabbed their attention, him and Mina taking over the main melody again. Leading the two of them to the side to do their little duet, the overwhelming weakness filled her again and she soon found herself once again in Darien's arms. Looking up at his face, she felt nothing but agitated.
"Why the hell do I keep FAINTING!"
The crowd danced and then split, revealing a small girl sitting on top of a large jukebox. "Holy shit. AMY?!"
The little bluenette sat, covered in glitter, top hat and tap shoes and sang. Her voice was light and sweet just like her but that contrasted greatly with the lyrics. Even more excited than before, Serena was looking forward to seeing quiet Amy do her tap dance number in a few moments.
Maybe it had been too long ago since she had watched the film or her age at the time, but she had never noticed how perverse just the Time Warp was. Every time they did the pelvic thrust, she could feel a hard blush creep onto her face. She peeked up at Darien, finding him looking almost bored. Which had her feeling relieved as there were many other options as to how he could handle all this.
Amy jumped off the jukebox, her solo at hand, and her feet started moving like mad. It was all so precise, not that she would expect anything less from the ever dedicated genius. Even the part where Columbia is supposed to trip, Amy somehow managed to make up the steps while tapping instead of falling flat across them.
The curtain open once again, Andrew almost manic, going through the steps of the Time Warp for them to follow along...which they did not! If she were home and safe in her house, of course, she would do every move along with the girls. But something told her, here it was not a good idea, even with her foot tapping innocently to the beat.
Darien gently grabbed her arm and slowly moved them towards the door, back out. The song ended, the entire party falling to the ground as if knocked out. The music began to change and she had an uneasy feeling in her belly.
"Uh...Darien."
He pulled her in a little tighter. "It's alright, Serena. We are just going to leave and look for someplace else to wait out the storm. You were right, we shouldn't have come here."
"No, Darien we can't leave now…"
He glanced over at her and then back at the party that was starting to get to their feet. "It is not safe here, Serena. I have a feeling these people will do horrible things."
A pounding came to her ears, filling her head like a headache, and she covered her lobes in hopes of stopping it.
They both backed into something metal that shook and clanged from their bodies. That was when she noticed the whirring sound of a small engine behind them, Darien already having turned to look. His face was frozen in confusion.
So, just who the hell of their friends would be fortunate enough to play Frank N. Furter?
She spun, finding the dark figure as he opened the elevator door. The face was not one she recognized but at the sight of him, she blacked out all the same. Waking up in Darien's arms again, she cursed under her breath and took his help in standing upright again.
Long black hair fell down the back of the man, a long black cloak hanging over his shoulders and hiding what lay beneath.
He sneered, his lips twisting in a painful looking manner that looked more like the devil than their supposed savior.
"How do you do, I
See you've met my He's just a little brought down
Faithful handyman.
Because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman."
His hips swished while his super high and painfully looking heels clacked loudly on the floor. Singing as he pranced.
"Don't get strung out by the way I look.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover."
In a swift and easy move, his cloak was now on the floor, revealing himself in his corset, matching bikini cut undies...and set of large pearls.
"I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transsexual, Transylvania."
Darien leaned over to her ear, his agitation clear even in a whisper. "Serena...What. The. Fuck. Were you making me watch tonight?"
The mysterious Frank N. Furter pranced over to them, the part in which Janet and Brad ask for his help. But the look on Darien's face told her that he wasn't about to ask Frank for anything, especially since Frank was currently eyeing her with a particular interest that had her skin crawling.
"Um...excuse me Mrssrs…."
She slurred the title, not wanting to offend him. "Dr. Frank N. Furter, at your service. Although, you may call me...Seiya."
Seiya? She didn't know any Seiya and every single person in this place was at least a known person. This was the first stranger in this world.
Darien pushed her to stand slightly behind him, Seiya's intense stare causing him to get protective. "We don't want to interrupt. We just need to use your phone. We will just say where we are and go back to the car."
"Well, you got caught with a flat, well, how 'bout that?"
She felt Darien tense at his words, alluding to being the cause of their current problem.
"Well, babies, don't you panic. I'm just a sweet transvestite
By the light of the night, it'll all seem alright.
I'll get you a satanic mechanic.
From Transsexual, Transylvania."
Seiya sat in his throne, her friends gathering around him. It was unnerving to see them practically grope the man with their eagerness to be near him.
"Why don't you stay for the night? I could show you my favourite obsession.
Or maybe a bite?
I've been making a ma'am
With brown hair and a tan
And she's good for relieving my...tension."
She wasn't sure she heard him right. Did he just say he was making a woman?!
"I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transsexual, Transylvania.
HIT IT, HIT IT!
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transilvania!"
Seiya jumped back up and Darien all but shoved her away, trying to keep him in between her and Seiya. Normally, Darien's obsessive need to protect her and possessiveness pissed her off. This time, she was thankful for it and even found it a bit of a turn on.
Seiya stood before Darien, leering over him as much as he could. She knew what Frank, or Seiya, was capable of but Darien had no idea. Or of all Seiya's...interests. She watched as the strange 'man's' eyes danced between the two of them. Like a kid in a candy shop.
"So - come up to the lab,
And see what's on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici…."
She could feel the tension rising, Darien just barely holding back from wailing on the skinny guy in women's clothing. Just like in the movie, Seiya now stood in the same elevator he arrived in.
"pation.
But maybe the rain
Is really to blame.
So I'll remove the cause.
But not the symptom."
Slamming the door in front of them, Seiya slowly disappeared, heading upwards. Glancing over at Darien, she could see he was barely holding onto himself. He was angry.
"What does this mean, Darien?"
He shook his head, not looking at her for even a second. "It means he isn't going to help us and we are trapped here. Prisoners."
xXx
That son of a bitch had his lusty eyes locked on Serena from the moment he saw her. And now he was going to be keeping them there, his little playthings, for who knew how long.
Mina, Kunzite, and Amy pushed them back into the large banquet hall. Both of them tried to fight against them but for some reason, they were unable to hold them off. Kunzite practically threw him into the room. Serena landed next to him. She had gone pale, all the blood draining from her face.
"Serena? What's wrong, did they hurt you?"
She glanced at him and then to the floor, her pale face turning red like magic. "I remembered what happens next."
He opened his mouth to ask but was silenced by rough hands pulling and tugging on his clothes. He swatted and smacked several of them, but they were unrelenting. They went to Serena and he ripped himself from their hold, pushing them off of her hard, punching Kunzite square in the nose. He was ready to do the same to Mina and Amy if he absolutely had to. No way in hell was he going to let them do perverse things to his blonde. Mina and Amy moved close again and he readied himself to do what he promised he would never -ever- do when Serena stopped him. A gentle hand fell on his shoulder and most of his anger and fight drained out of him. It was something only she could do.
"Darien, it's okay. They are just taking our wet clothes. Nothing else will happen."
Serena knew this movie but she was letting her friend's faces and her perceived knowledge fool her into a false sense of security. They may only get their clothes stripped in the movie, but that did not mean more wouldn't happen to her afterwards. He had seen it in Seiya's eyes all that man wanted to do to her.
But there was little they could do about it, much like everything else in this movie world. It hurt his pride, but he let them take both his and Serena's clothes.
Now he stood in a pair of briefs with nothing else but his glasses. Meanwhile, Serena was in a perfectly pure white bra and matching silk slip that he was sure hid the matching panties. Here he was, completely exposed and having to look at Serena dressed like that! Things just got a lot harder, and he didn't just mean their situation.
He glared at Amy, a stranger to him in this world, as she held all their clothes in her hands. "So is this what you guys do? Trick innocent people into coming here and then treat them like animals?"
Amy gave a huff and turned away from him on her heel. "Well, we are all animals, aren't we? Be thankful the master is treating you as well as he is instead of feeding you to the wolves!" She threw their clothes to the floor, landing behind them. "Dick," Amy muttered at him loud enough for the whole room to hear. His eyes widened in shock. The Amy he knew would have never said anything so crass!
Without another word, they were ushered forcefully away and into the damn elevator. They were being taken to Seiya.
There was little room in the small cage, but he managed to get Serena and put her in the corner with him in front of her. He was doing his best to keep his mind out gutter with her in almost nothing. It was as if this world was set on torturing him. First, that song he had to sing to her about all the things he had always dreamed of, but never dared to say out loud. Then, the never-ending sexual innuendos and dirty dancing. Add in Serena fainting non-stop and him having to catch her however he could, causing him to touch a few places that he was not proud of enjoying, then an indiscriminate sex beast who had Serena as his next target, and her being naked was placing him right on the edge.
Now she had her little hands on his back, her palms on his skin causing electricity to shoot through his spine. I am not going to survive this night.
Coming to the top of the tall home, the scenery changed drastically, the dark and aged wood disappearing and turning into a bright tile. It contrasted so much so that it was almost as if they were in another building altogether. This room still had the gaudy dressings, though. Large and unnecessary nude statues stood along a ramp that currently held all the party guests on it. High above the late arrivals, they were watching.
Seiya stood before them, a surgeon's top scrub, fitted like a dress but at least it covered the most indecent parts of him. He was watching their entrance, his eyes surveying them and lingering on Serena. Grabbing her again, Darien pushed her behind himself and she didn't protest. Usually, she hated when he did things like this, hiding her from others. Tonight, though, she seemed to have no problems with it. He didn't know if that was the character making her that way or her current lack of dress, but he was appreciative of her lack of fight.
He calmed a little when they were finally handed some clothes, a couple of lab coats. Helping Serena into hers, he tried not to take in her body too much, knowing it would only cause him problems. It didn't cover her nearly as much as he would have liked but it was better than nothing.
The strange man sauntered over to them and it took all he had not punch the guy for how he continued to eye Serena. Then, his attention suddenly turned to him. "How are you finding my hospitality?"
"Hospitality?! All we wanted was to wait out the storm and use your goddamn phone!"
He felt Serena touch his shoulder again, a calm settling over him once again. "Hmmm...look at you, so strong and forceful. Nice qualities to have in a man."
Now Darien started to feel uncomfortable, the eyes that were just looking over Serena now looked him over. This was not the first time he had been "inspected" by a man or a woman. He knew what it looked like. And now this Seiya was looking at him the same way.
"You must be so proud." The appreciative eyes left him and now went to Serena, and suddenly he wanted them back on him, sparing his blonde from his assault.
Serena actually giggled, her hand touching his back as she spoke. "I am."
Her touch made him shiver, bringing Seiya's attention back to him, something he was both thankful and remorseful for at the same time.
Seiya waited, wanting to have everyone's full attention before continuing. "Tonight, my faithful friends, you are about to witness History! Paradise will be mine!"
The crowd erupted into applause. Darien was unclear on just what they were applauding him for.
"I now hold the secret to life itself! And all it took….was a small…..accident."
The crowd erupted into whispers yet again, all confirming the so-called accident. Serena grabbed onto him a little tighter, her breast pressing into his arm in a manner that had him groaning inwardly. Seiya pulled on his rubber gloves, the loud popping filling the room but then echoing off the walls. It sounded like thousands of rubber gloves popping, but when he searched the room, the only ones with gloves were Seiya, Amy, and Mina. Not enough to fill the space as it had.
"TONIGHT! My beautiful creature will be born!" Seiya pointed to Kunzite, who stood next to some strange looking controls while his master started filling a very large fish tank with different colored liquids. "throw open the switches on the sonic oscillator... and step the reactor power input THREE MORE POINTS!"
The room started to vibrate and he grabbed Serena tight, her lab coat slipping open and giving him a view of her almost naked breast. Swallowing yet another groan, he forced his eyes away, trying to pay attention to the craziness at hand.
The lights flickered, and he studied the strange form inside the fish tank. It started to move.
The crowd erupted in applause again, covering the sound of anything else and yet, Seiya's voice still rang out over it all in appreciation. Applause came from every direction, roaring loud around them; much louder than could possibly coming from just the crowd in the room. Noise makers sounded out and Darien looked around confused at not seeing any in the crowd's hands. Where was that noise coming from?
Amy and Mina rushed to the creature, helping it out and cutting away at the goss that covered its face, hiding it from them all. When it stripped away, Serena gasped next to him loudly.
"Lita?"
Seiya crowed over her, "Roxanna!"
He looked down at his blonde, shocked, finding her looking right back at him with the same look. She curled her little finger at him, begging him to come closer and he greedily obeyed.
"In the movie, the creature is a man. Rocky. Not Roxanna. What do you think this means?"
He didn't want to tell her what he thought but he had no filter this night it seemed. "It means all bets are off."
Her eyes went wide and she turned away, her chest rising and falling heavily. He had scared her again. But maybe it was for the best she knew. That way she wouldn't rely too heavily on her movie facts. Currently, he was struggling to get his eyes to move off of her quivering chest.
Music filled the air again and his entire body tensed at the sound of it. But Serena rubbed his back gently, once again using her superpower over him. The swelling in his chest that came when he had to sing was yet to show its ugly head again, so he felt a bit more at ease as Lita started to sing, running around the room while Seiya chased her.
He had been giving all his attention to Serena, but now with his eyes back on the scene before him, he saw that Lita was barely dressed, running around in a tiny, gold bikini. This was a girl who rarely showed skin and when she did, it was slight. Now she ran around in nothing and it was clear she had been hiding a pleasant looking form.
His breath left him as something sharp jammed into his ribs, digging through and hitting a lung. Looking down just in time to see Serena retract her elbow and the rest of her from him. He was the cause of the hurt scowl on her lips. She refused to look at him or let him touch her. Apparently, he had been looking more intently at Lita than Serena liked.
Sure, Lita looked good, but she was nothing compared to his Serena. It was all just shock; the reason he was staring in the first place. However, the music was too loud and Serena too far out of his reach to hear him even if he tried to explain.
Instead, he forced her back into his hold, even as she fought against him like a feral cat. Struggling against him, he slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her face to his before claiming her lips, calming the wildcat in a matter of seconds. Putty in his arms, he pulled away and tucked her into him again, assuming the issue was resolved.
Seiya was going on and on about his new plaything. Music brimming over and taking the place of any other possible sounds. The whole thing did not bother Seiya in the least, putting on a show must be this guy's thing.
"As a weakling, weighing ninety-eight pounds
I got sand in my face
Once kicked to the ground;
And soon in the lab, I formed a master plan,
The sweat from my pores as I worked for my cause
I will make you glisten ...and gleam.
And with massage, and just a little bit of steam,
She'll be pink and quite clean
She'll be my biggest fan. Oh honey…"
He tensed, still not use to being surrounded by so many voices when the other 'guest' joined in. "But the wrong fan."
With a wave of his hand, they shut their mouths, allowing Seiya to continue in the spotlight.
"She'll stay by my side, night and day. Except when I say...
Try to build up her thoughts all of me and her... legs.
Such an effort if she only knew of my plan.
In just seven days…"
"I can make you a fan." The voices rang out for a few seconds after their mouths closed again.
"She'll do dress-up, and role play, early morning and late at night.
She thinks dynamic tension must be hard work.
Such strenuous living I just don't understand,
When in just seven days, oh baby, ...I can make you a fan."
A loud beeping rang out from a source behind them and something shifted. Lifting Serena up off her feet, he pulled both of them out of the way with little time to spare as the large and heavy door fell where they once stood. It was a freezer, a big one, and something was inside, humming and growling.
Picking Serena up again, he lifted her up into his arms and hauled her towards the elevator, setting her down in from of him and leaning over her with his arms on either side. Pinning her in his safe embrace. Her big, wide eyes stared up at him and he had to look away. Her being so close, lacking clothes, her scent...and the adorable way she was looking at him nearly had him crumbling to the floor. And taking her down with him.
Amy squealed, an annoyingly high pitched voice especially from the soft-spoken and gentle girl. "Zoey!"
Racing over to the now open freezer just as a man on a motorcycle spun out, looking as though he might have been inside for quite some time. His skin was tinged blue and ice had formed in his eyebrows and lashes. A large and nasty looking gash was present on his forehead, being in the cold, slowing his blood, was probably the only reason this man was alive right now.
"Zoicite…."
He looked back at his blonde, a wispy look on her face. Following her eyes, he found an overjoyed looking Amy as she pawed and clung to the man he now realized was in fact, Zoicite. He got it, he really did. It was the same for him with Serena; how she had opened him up and brightened his world. The others were paired up with his old generals in this world, but Amy was the only one who showed a significant change from it.
Zoicite pulled away from her, reviving his bike and going for a ride around the room, singing at the top of his lungs as he did.
"My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled. Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n roll.
My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt.
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
And she'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine.
Get back in front, put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song.
With your arms around your girl, you'd try to sing along.
It felt pretty good. Woo! You really had a good time.
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n roll."
God would anything in this world be about something other than sex?
It was like a bell rang out in his brain, turning to stare down at Serena incredulously. She was bouncing slightly to the song, watching the show, when she felt his eyes on her and paled under his glare.
"That's what you meant when you said you were going to lose your virginity tonight!"
He could see the hard swallow in her throat and she searched for her courage. "You heard that?"
He nodded, "Uh huh!"
She shuddered, pulling her eyes away from his and staring off into the distance. It was making it very hard for him to focus on the task at hand, his anger and the danger they were now in.
Her body was pressed hard against the elevator as if she could disappear within the metal rods, and her cheeks were flaming red. A chuckle escaped him and her head whipped back to his as he began to lower his head to hers, slipping past her lips and going for her ear.
"I never needed all of that, you know. For me to want to make love to you."
Oh God, what the FUCK was he saying?
He could feel his face turn chartreuse while Serena's eyes lit up like Christmas, blushing all the same. That was not what he meant to say, but dear God, her smell, her perky breasts, his lack of clothing as well, and the ridiculously endless pools that were her eyes…. The only thing missing was her luscious and long locks of gold, but the short spirals were working for him at the moment. It was already hard to control himself around her and now they were in a porno where his inhibitions were nill.
The song came to an end and suddenly, a scream pierced the silence. Serena turned white.
Pulling her off the elevator, he held her in his arms tightly. Seiya walked out of the cooler with a bloody ice pick and soiled gloves. Amy sobbed nearby all while Lita, or Roxanna, looked on pissed.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. It was a mercy killing!"
Lita regained herself, pulling up a leg and wrapping it around the "Dr's" waist with music picking up again.
"Oh baby, I can make you a fan!"
The two of them disappeared in some kind of chapel or room. It looked like it was somehow both. As they vanished from sight, the crowd released confetti into the air. The confetti seemed to fly from every direction, including from behind where no one stood. He looked around, confused as he brushed confetti out of both of their hair.
All the strange -and not so strange- people started to leave. One turned a little later than all the others, his eyes lingering on the scene just behind the curtains longer than anyone else's.
Nephrite
He was sure of it. It was him. That only left Jedite. The last to arrive in this world but the first in theirs.
Intermission
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