A/N:
First off, I'd like to thank mrsgoblinqueen97 for her lovely review of this fic. Your kind words made me hurry up and finish scribbling out this next chapter in my notebook so I could get it out to you wonderful Rocky Horror fans!

Though I must warn you...violence, drama, and a little fuzziness ahead. But mostly violence. Yay violence! Lol. I rated this thing Mature for a reason! Enjoy my lovelies!

Chapter Ten - Daddy's Here

The months rolled on without much excitement. Calicia's 20th birthday came in June and Frank threw her an extravagant party at the castle, inviting dozens of people who showered her with gifts. But there wasn't a gift among them that could match what Frank gave her. Seated in the elaborate chair in Frank's ballroom, Calicia opened the small box her lover had presented her and revealed a 3 carat ruby cut in a pear shape, surrounded by flawless diamonds on a platinum chain. Calicia squealed in delight as Frank deftly clasped the necklace around her throat to applause from the crowd. Frank's affection for his lady love had been growing ever more apparent the longer it had been since Columbia's untimely demise, and the necklace further proved that. It was the first time anyone had seen Frank actually show real affection for anyone. Truth be told, Frank was feeling emotions he'd never felt before. It wasn't quite love, but it was the closest he'd ever come, and try as he might to get the feelings to go away, every time he was near Calicia it was a losing battle.

Mid way through July found Calicia out in the front gardens of the castle taking pictures of the flowers. The roses Frank had planted for her were in full bloom. She hadn't been outside more than 10 minutes when she heard tires on the gravel driveway. And that's when she saw the one vehicle she had prayed to never see again. Her father's white Chevrolet S10 pickup truck. Her heart literally stopped for two beats before hammering against her rib cage. How had he found her? And what could he possibly want?

Calicia was just a few feet from the front door of the castle. She could easily make it inside before her father even got out of the truck. But she stood and watched as the driver door opened and her father stepped out. Even from the distance she was from him, Calicia could see the scar from where her switchblade had made contact with his cheek almost a year earlier.

"Cali!" Calicia's father closed the truck door and took a few steps towards his daughter.

"That's close enough, Jonathan," Calicia said icily. Her father stopped dead in his tracks. His own daughter had just addressed him by his first name. Not dad. Not daddy. Jonathan.

"What are you doing here." Calicia demanded, not moving from her spot.

"I've been looking for you ever since you ran away, Cali. I've come to take you home." Jonathan began moving up the driveway again.

"I said that's close enough!" Jonathan stopped again. "And don't you EVER call me Cali again. My name is Calicia." Calicia's hand went to her back pocket where her trusted switchblade sat, ready to be used at a moment's notice. "Now, you better not take another step towards me unless you want a repeat of last time I saw you."

"Calicia, don't be ridiculous. You're coming home."

"Like hell I am! I told you before, I'm done with you and your abuse! I'm 20 years old for fuck's sake. I don't need you." At that exact moment, the front door of the castle opened and Frank stepped outside, dressed as he always was in a black corset, fishnets, and stilettos.

"Calicia? What on earth is going on out here?" Before Calicia could reply, Jonathan opened the truck door, reached between the seats, and drew out his Baretta PX4 Storm 9mm. Within seconds, the red dot from the laser sight was trained on Frank's heart.

"Who the fuck is this freak?!" Jonathan yelled.

"Put the gun down, Jonathan! He doesn't concern you!" Calicia yelled back.

"Like hell! What has he done to you?! Has he touched you?"

"What I do with Frank is none of your concern. Now drop the damn gun." Since Jonathan had drawn the gun, Calicia had been slowly inching closer to him. She was in striking distance. If she lunged, she could knock the gun from her father's hand.

"Frank, go inside." Calicia barked, not taking her eyes from her father's loaded gun.

"Move and I'll blow your brains out!" Jonathan roared.

"Calicia, who is this man?" Frank asked calmly, as if there wasn't a crazed gunman in his driveway threatening his life.

"I'm her father." Jonathan answered before Calicia got the chance.

"Oh. So you're the abusive bastard that did those horrible things to my Calicia." Frank said, voice sharp as the knife in his lover's back pocket.

"Frank! Not helping!" Calicia yelled.

"Your Calicia?" A wicked smile spread across Jonathan Vigna's face. "Lookie here, honey. The freak has feelings for you. Shame he'll never get the chance to act out his sick fantasies on my little girl..."

In one movement, Calicia lunged at her father just as he pulled the trigger. Her body slammed into his, knocking the gun free and him to the ground all at once. Pinning her father to the ground, Calicia looked back over her shoulder to see Frank stagger down the stairs, then collapse to the ground, blood welling up from a wound in his stomach. With an inhuman scream tearing itself from her throat, Calicia whipped the knife from her back pocket, flicked the blade into view, and held it's sharp edge to her father's exposed throat.

"HOW COULD YOU! YOU ALWAYS DESTROY EVERYTHING! I LOVED HIM!"

"Calicia..." Frank's weak voice called to her.

"Frank!" Calicia's voice broke as she cried his name and looked back at him. He was on his side, bleeding out into the grass, eyes full of pain and terror locked with hers, hand outstretched. A fresh wave of rage exploded through Calicia's body and she turned back to her father.

"You never loved me. I was nothing to you! So I left. I left and I found Frank. I have never known the kindness that he has shown me since I first arrived here from anyone else, least of all you. And you think you can take that away from me? Not on your worthless life." And with one fluid sweep of her hand, Calicia slit her father's throat from ear to ear. A rush of heat swept over her hands and wrists as her father's blood drained rapidly from his body. She was completely numb and had momentarily forgotten about her lover. She faintly heard her name being called and slowly turned her head back toward the castle. Riff Raff had Frank's upper body in his lap and was applying pressure to the gunshot wound in his master's stomach. Magenta seemed to be yelling something at her, but she was still coming out of shock, so she couldn't make out any words. Then, the sound caught up to her and slammed into her like a freight train.

"CALICIA! We need to get the master up to the lab!" Wiping her bloody hands as clean as she could on her jeans, Calicia got to her feet and raced to her lover's side. Riff was already lifting the unconscious Frank into his arms and heading quickly to the castle door.

Up in the lab, Magenta and Riff Raff raced back and forth, trying to patch up the hole in Frank's stomach as he lay dead to the world on the operating table. Calicia stayed by Frank's side, hand firmly holding his. Riff and Magenta were talking to her about Frank's injury but she only caught bits and pieces of what they said.

Good thing the bullet went all the way through...missed vital organs...didn't lose too much blood...should pull through...

After an hour of work, Riff Raff stitched his master up and wrapped bandages around his mid section, then left for a smoke. Calicia never left Frank's side. Even when Riff came back and moved Frank to his bed, she stayed with him. She curled up in bed with him, taking care to give him space so she wouldn't aggravate his injury, never letting go of his hand.

A few hours later, Calicia woke up to Frank moving around in the bed.

"Frank, don't move around. You might rip the stitches." Calicia cautioned, putting a hand on his tan chest to keep him from sitting up.

"Calicia? What...where is your father?"

"You don't need to worry about him. He won't bother us ever again." Frank turned his head and met his lover's steady gaze. She didn't need to say a word. He could read it in her eyes.

"Come closer, Cali. I don't like you so far away." Calicia looked hesitantly at the bandages wrapped around her lover's stomach.

"You won't break me, my lovely. Come here." Calicia scooted closer to Frank and put her arm across his chest. They lay together in silence for a few minutes, then Frank spoke.

"I heard you tell your father you love me. Did you mean that?"

"I did. I do love you, Frank. I know I'm not supposed to, but I've fallen in love with you. But I understand if you don't feel the same. I don't expect you to."

"But that's just it, Cali." Frank replied, putting a hand under Calicia's chin and raising her face to his. "I do love you."