Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' nor do I own the rights to the song presented below. 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 7
Don't Fall in Love
This is going to fast-forward to the time of when Janet and Brad arrive at the castle. The Frank that we all know has finally made his presence.
As I woke from my light nap, I could hear a sense of commotion from downstairs and a smug grin formed onto my face upon realizing my guests from Transylvania had finally arrived to see the creation that I had worked so hard to piece together. I stood slowly, stretching out my arms and cracking my neck before moving my draping frame towards the oak bureau diagonal from my bed. I drew open one of the drawers and pulled out my cape – my charcoal black cape with a shimmering silver lining covering its inner form.
Carefully I ran it through my fingers and raised it to my nose, inhaling its sweet scent of lavender and sex. A smirk formed onto my face as I wrapped it around my body and walked closer to the mirror, humming a gentle tune while starting on my makeup:
The quickest way to break your heart
Make you depressed and ill
Is to get tangled up inside
The side effects could kill
All passion is a waste of time
A deadly game pour vous
I am your friend, your cher ami
I wouldn't lie to you
If you must love someone, may I suggest
You love yourself! Just think it through
You'll never leave and you will find
You'll get more rest
You'll always feel as good as new
Your freedom is the most
Important thing, my friend
You must be strong, you musn't bend
Don't talk for hours
Don't send flowers
Don't write poems
Don't sing and dance
Beneth the stars
That shine above
Don't fall in love
As soon as your heart rules your head
Your life is not your own
It's hell when someone's always there
It's bliss to be alone
And love of any kind is bad
A dog, a child, a cat
They take up so much precious time
Now where's the sense in that?
Love takes the wildest heart and makes it tame
If you're turned on, then just turn off
Emotions are a thing all great men overcame
Please, don't make this grand catastrophe
Don't get attached to anyone or anything
There's nothing worse than things that cling
You'll go to pot
You'll turn to drink
You'll never rest
You'll end up mad
And looking like some poor tormented dove
Don't fall in love
I took in a deep breath and then bellowed, "Don't fall in love"
The smirk that had earlier presented itself onto my face became more prominent as my melody came to its end. Finishing my makeup, I closed the glistening palates and dressed my pristine brushes before placing them back into the vanity. I looked up at the mirror again and staring at my reflection, I felt the rate of my heart begin to increase, as if something was gnawing at the back of my head and heart.
I closed my eyes and drew in another deep breath as faint images began to flash before me. It seemed as if a memory was speaking to me, drawing me closer to a past that I no longer could remember.
As my vision began to focus, a woman appeared in front of me. She was in a plain black pencil skirt, a light pastel blouse and her auburn hair was in a loose bun, a few strands falling to the side of her face. The makeup that covered her face was rather natural, light pinks covering her eyelids and a cherry red lipstick ran over her lips.
Carefully, I watched as she stepped closer and raised a bottle of cabernet in her left hand. I assumed a smug grin became prominent as I placed the two glass cups in my hands onto the countertop and walked closer to the mysterious woman.
I began to kiss and caress her form, but after a moment, she pulled away and held up the bottle. "Do you still want that wine?" she whispered.
"Forget the wine," I seemed to say as I lifted her from the floor and pushed her body against the wall. Her leg wrapped itself around my torso and I began to move my tongue along her collarbone, then down the center of her chest, causing her to moan out in pleasure, "Oh Frankie, my beautiful and dashing fiancé."
I expected for myself to freeze, but instead I saw a white cut diamond engagement ring on her ring finger and whispered back, "I love you, Ava; my beautiful bride to be."
The memory seemed to stop and a rather groggy groan escaped my lips. "Well, that was rather odd," I whispered softly.
After a moment of reminiscing, I shook my head in a sense of frustration and growled, "We must continue with the night. That woman means not a thing."
A hiss left my lips as I exited my chambers and stalked towards the elevator, opening its gates angrily. Yet, I composed myself and presented a false smile onto my face as I pulled the lever and felt the elevator descend.
