Le Meutre à la Maison de Frankenstein
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show, blah blah blah. I also don't own the song "Hot in Herre".which quoted in here but not sung. This chapter is by FAR the best yet.you'll see why when you read. The beginning sort of sets it up for chapter 8.hence why chapter 7 is a little longer and chapter 8 is kind of shorter.but I did it because it was happening at the same time. If you're looking for more death or clues on the murderer, you wont find it in THIS chapter. This one's long; the next is kind of short.so again, it evens out like Chapters 5 and 6. Read and review please!
Chapter 7:
Back in the laboratory, Toulousse, Ziddler, and The Duke began to question Nini and Warner's absence.
"Maybwe she has de wuns?" Toulousse asked. Ziddler gave him a scornful look.
"I smell foul play," The Duke said.
"Dats what I said!" Toulousse exclaimed. Ziddler smacked Toulousse on the back of the head.
"No you idiot! He means he thinks something went wrong!"
"Do you think, perhaps, that my man-servant and that young.damsel.could have been the next innocent victim's of a homicidal killer's serial rampage?" The Duke asked, immediately crossing his legs and looking around wearily. Ziddler scratched at his chin.
"Hmmm. let us have a look-see, shall we?" Ziddler asked.
"WHAT?!" The Duke asked, bug-eyed, as he stood. "Are you insane? We should stay right here!"
"I think youw wight," Toulousse said, agreeing with Ziddler. The two began to walk in the direction Nini and Warner had vanished into. The Duke crossed his arms.
"W-wait! Where do you think you're going, Ziddler?" he called after them. Then, "If you don't come back here, I'll take the deeds and-"
"Take the deeds and shove them up your ass, Gerdie," Ziddler said. He continued down the hall as The Duke swallowed his pride and followed.
* * * * * * *
Meanwhile, Janet was just now awakening from her slumber. She stretched and covered her mouth as she yawned. She took a good look around.
"Hmmm.where am I?" she wondered, considerably calm seeing as she was alone in a castle and had no idea how she got into the place she was. She, like Satine, had awoken to find herself in a bedroom; however, this one was of blue satin, with frills, and smelled of peppermint. She went to the door to open it but found it locked.
"Drat!" she said. She kicked the door, then, looking down, saw a footstool and kicked that too. Where it had stood was a trap door down, partly covered by the carpet. She peeled it back and opened it.
"What's this." she wondered. She looked around the room and grabbed the candle from the stand near the door. She pointed it downwards. All she could see was a staircase and it ending on a stone floor. Damp air seeped out. She looked around again before entering, and followed it down the stairs and down the small corridor. It was short, and ended in a similar staircase that she had just come down. When she reached the end, she went up the stairs and, unsurprisingly, the top lifted. She opened it and found herself in another bedroom, and saw a red-haired woman and a man dressed in high heels and a girdle sitting on a bed and smoking. They noticed her as entered.
"Oh my!"
"How'd you get in here?"
"I'm so sorry. I'll leave-" Janet said, going back down the steps.
"Wait!"
Janet froze. Satine got off the bed.
"Come, come. We wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would we, Frankie?" Satine said, giving a vivacious smile at Frankie and winked. She led Janet out of the staircase and into the room as Frank got up and took her hand.
"Of course not!" Frankie said. He kissed Janet's hand, " How are you doing, Dewdrop? I do not believe we've formally met either. I am Dr. Frank N. Furter, but you may call me Frankie."
"And I," Satine said as she circled around Janet, "am Satine." She said this as she raised her left arm into the air above her head, pointed her bosoms out, and shook Janet's hand with the other.
"H-h-hello. My name is Janet Weiss." Janet said. She couldn't help but smile back at these two powerful figures that smiled back at her. Satine led her to the bed where they sat down beside each other.
"Now, please- tell us ALL about yourself!" Satine said, giggling as they sat down together on the bed as if they were childhood girlfriends at a slumber party.
"Yes, do tell," Frankie agreed as he got on the bed and sat next to Janet on her other side.
"Well." Janet said, scrunching up her shoulders and placing her hands on her knees, " I mean there's not much to say."
"Do you have any tattoos, Janet?" Frankie whispered, drawing near. "Oh.hehe, oh no!" she said, giggling.
"How about another woman? Ever been with another woman?" Satine asked, drawing ever so closer.
"Another.? Well, of course! Sometimes my mother and I-"
"Your mother!" Frankie and Satine gasped.
"Yes!" Janet said. She got up and began touching her collar. "Is it getting hot in here?"
"Yes, so hot in here." Satine said, grinning devilishly at Frankie as she touched her inner thigh.
"I am.getting so hot." Frankie added, looking at Satine as they both got off the bed and walked towards Janet.
"Why don't you.take your clothes off?" Satine asked, moving around Janet and beginning to unbutton her blouse. Janet slapped Satine's hands away.
"Hey!"
Frankie began to reach from behind and slipped off Janet's dress.
"Hey! Stop it!" she yelled, slapping at Frankie's hands. Then, before she could say more, Satine leaned over and laid one on Janet. Janet, shocked, stood stock-still as Satine kissed her. It was far more passionate than any kiss she ever had with Brad. Satine finally pulled away. Janet stood stunned. Satine just smiled, proud of the magic she just accomplished.
"Like it?" she asked, letting out a girlish laugh. Janet put a finger to her lips and said nothing.
"Not so bad, is it?" Frankie asked, putting his hand on her rear end.
"I.I've never! No!" Janet exclaimed, "I couldn't ever! What about Brad?!" "I won't tell him," Frankie said quickly.
"Neither shall I," Satine cooed, grabbing Janet's hand. Frank and Satine guided her over to the bed.
"Just.our..secret." Frankie said, pausing between each word to kiss Janet's neck. They began to lay her down on the bed. She couldn't believe she was doing this! She was saving herself for Brad! But it felt so good.
"Well, as long as you don't tell Brad."
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show, blah blah blah. I also don't own the song "Hot in Herre".which quoted in here but not sung. This chapter is by FAR the best yet.you'll see why when you read. The beginning sort of sets it up for chapter 8.hence why chapter 7 is a little longer and chapter 8 is kind of shorter.but I did it because it was happening at the same time. If you're looking for more death or clues on the murderer, you wont find it in THIS chapter. This one's long; the next is kind of short.so again, it evens out like Chapters 5 and 6. Read and review please!
Chapter 7:
Back in the laboratory, Toulousse, Ziddler, and The Duke began to question Nini and Warner's absence.
"Maybwe she has de wuns?" Toulousse asked. Ziddler gave him a scornful look.
"I smell foul play," The Duke said.
"Dats what I said!" Toulousse exclaimed. Ziddler smacked Toulousse on the back of the head.
"No you idiot! He means he thinks something went wrong!"
"Do you think, perhaps, that my man-servant and that young.damsel.could have been the next innocent victim's of a homicidal killer's serial rampage?" The Duke asked, immediately crossing his legs and looking around wearily. Ziddler scratched at his chin.
"Hmmm. let us have a look-see, shall we?" Ziddler asked.
"WHAT?!" The Duke asked, bug-eyed, as he stood. "Are you insane? We should stay right here!"
"I think youw wight," Toulousse said, agreeing with Ziddler. The two began to walk in the direction Nini and Warner had vanished into. The Duke crossed his arms.
"W-wait! Where do you think you're going, Ziddler?" he called after them. Then, "If you don't come back here, I'll take the deeds and-"
"Take the deeds and shove them up your ass, Gerdie," Ziddler said. He continued down the hall as The Duke swallowed his pride and followed.
* * * * * * *
Meanwhile, Janet was just now awakening from her slumber. She stretched and covered her mouth as she yawned. She took a good look around.
"Hmmm.where am I?" she wondered, considerably calm seeing as she was alone in a castle and had no idea how she got into the place she was. She, like Satine, had awoken to find herself in a bedroom; however, this one was of blue satin, with frills, and smelled of peppermint. She went to the door to open it but found it locked.
"Drat!" she said. She kicked the door, then, looking down, saw a footstool and kicked that too. Where it had stood was a trap door down, partly covered by the carpet. She peeled it back and opened it.
"What's this." she wondered. She looked around the room and grabbed the candle from the stand near the door. She pointed it downwards. All she could see was a staircase and it ending on a stone floor. Damp air seeped out. She looked around again before entering, and followed it down the stairs and down the small corridor. It was short, and ended in a similar staircase that she had just come down. When she reached the end, she went up the stairs and, unsurprisingly, the top lifted. She opened it and found herself in another bedroom, and saw a red-haired woman and a man dressed in high heels and a girdle sitting on a bed and smoking. They noticed her as entered.
"Oh my!"
"How'd you get in here?"
"I'm so sorry. I'll leave-" Janet said, going back down the steps.
"Wait!"
Janet froze. Satine got off the bed.
"Come, come. We wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would we, Frankie?" Satine said, giving a vivacious smile at Frankie and winked. She led Janet out of the staircase and into the room as Frank got up and took her hand.
"Of course not!" Frankie said. He kissed Janet's hand, " How are you doing, Dewdrop? I do not believe we've formally met either. I am Dr. Frank N. Furter, but you may call me Frankie."
"And I," Satine said as she circled around Janet, "am Satine." She said this as she raised her left arm into the air above her head, pointed her bosoms out, and shook Janet's hand with the other.
"H-h-hello. My name is Janet Weiss." Janet said. She couldn't help but smile back at these two powerful figures that smiled back at her. Satine led her to the bed where they sat down beside each other.
"Now, please- tell us ALL about yourself!" Satine said, giggling as they sat down together on the bed as if they were childhood girlfriends at a slumber party.
"Yes, do tell," Frankie agreed as he got on the bed and sat next to Janet on her other side.
"Well." Janet said, scrunching up her shoulders and placing her hands on her knees, " I mean there's not much to say."
"Do you have any tattoos, Janet?" Frankie whispered, drawing near. "Oh.hehe, oh no!" she said, giggling.
"How about another woman? Ever been with another woman?" Satine asked, drawing ever so closer.
"Another.? Well, of course! Sometimes my mother and I-"
"Your mother!" Frankie and Satine gasped.
"Yes!" Janet said. She got up and began touching her collar. "Is it getting hot in here?"
"Yes, so hot in here." Satine said, grinning devilishly at Frankie as she touched her inner thigh.
"I am.getting so hot." Frankie added, looking at Satine as they both got off the bed and walked towards Janet.
"Why don't you.take your clothes off?" Satine asked, moving around Janet and beginning to unbutton her blouse. Janet slapped Satine's hands away.
"Hey!"
Frankie began to reach from behind and slipped off Janet's dress.
"Hey! Stop it!" she yelled, slapping at Frankie's hands. Then, before she could say more, Satine leaned over and laid one on Janet. Janet, shocked, stood stock-still as Satine kissed her. It was far more passionate than any kiss she ever had with Brad. Satine finally pulled away. Janet stood stunned. Satine just smiled, proud of the magic she just accomplished.
"Like it?" she asked, letting out a girlish laugh. Janet put a finger to her lips and said nothing.
"Not so bad, is it?" Frankie asked, putting his hand on her rear end.
"I.I've never! No!" Janet exclaimed, "I couldn't ever! What about Brad?!" "I won't tell him," Frankie said quickly.
"Neither shall I," Satine cooed, grabbing Janet's hand. Frank and Satine guided her over to the bed.
"Just.our..secret." Frankie said, pausing between each word to kiss Janet's neck. They began to lay her down on the bed. She couldn't believe she was doing this! She was saving herself for Brad! But it felt so good.
"Well, as long as you don't tell Brad."