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 9

A Name Since Forgotten

"How dare she? I've never been so insulted in my whole life. Guests come into my house, uninvited thinking they are to do whatever they please." A deep growl erupted from my throat before a cackle overcame it. "Without any ado, she's succumbed to sins of the flesh."

During my fueling tirade, my mind dismissed the sound of the door slowly creaking open and the clanking footsteps coming from Magenta's shoes. The anger that boiled inside me had since extended to a point of no return and as my domestic placed her hand upon my shoulder, I turned sharply and struck her.

"Master," she cried, her whimpering voice piercing my ears.

An annoyed sigh left my lips before my demeanor seemed to mollify and I stooped beside her. "I-I'm sorry," I stuttered.

Her head shook slowly and it felt as if my heart was breaking for the first time since a person I cared for seemed to leave my presence. The name of the woma or man, lay unknown to me, but their fading eyes seemed to reflect Magenta's now present ones.

"I've never quite gazed into your eyes, Magenta. They're a rather beautiful cobalt. They remind me of . . ." My voice began to trail and another shallow sigh escaped my lips. "Someone I believe I used to know."

"Ava?" she whispered.

"Ava?" I questioned. "Who is Ava? Was she one of the guests tonight? I never quite acquired their names."

"Y-you truly don't remember Master?"

Magenta's expression had turned rather blank and it appeared as if she wished to say something that for her was so troublesome.

"No Magenta," I snarled sharply. "Explain to me who Ava is."

Magenta's eyes closed and their glistening cobalt colouring drew away from me; their flames extinguishing behind her eyelids. A small tear ran down her cheek, but she was quick to wipe it away.

"She's no one, Master. Just someone you deeply cared fo before your heart turned black."

The words that left her lips would sting the soul of others, but I had since grown immune to the hurt and settled for a sharp hiss.

"Get the others ready and ice your cheek."

My domestic left without another word and I sat myself in front of my oak vanity, placing a bit of cream onto my face and putting curlers into my hair.

"Soon the floor show shall begin. Soon all shall indulge in sins of the flesh."

If you've noticed, 'Searching For Lost Love' is complete. If you would like for me to send you a message when I post the new chapter leave that in the comment box but I should be posting another chapter onto this story when the next book is up.

Thank you everyone for making me continue with this!

Please note that the next book will probably be the last of the tetrology or whatever you wish to call it.