A/N: I own none of these characters. They belong to Richard O'Brien, as badly as I wish they were mine. Anywho, this is just a little idea I decided to put to paper... or erm, computer... so please be kind.
"Here they come!" a local Dentonian shouted out in excitement as Betty and Ralph Hapschatt exited the church.
It really was a lovely ceremony, Frank thought. It's almost a crying shame that I don't believe in marriage.
Despite the fact that Frank did not really believe in marriage, he had to admit that he adored weddings. And no, it wasn't the love, or the food, or anything traditional at all. Truth be told, Frank had long but learned that weddings were the perfect place to pick up a new "toy". After the wedding ceremony was over, there were always lonely and depressive guests, mainly women of course, who were quite easy to seduce. And so, on nights when he was in need of a quick selection, he often stopped by the Denton chapel in hopes of a wedding.
Frank chuckled to himself as he milled through the large crowd of anxious guests. His eyes scanned the mass of humans in search of a desirable victim. Here and there he would shake a hand or exchange a word to some sociable earthling that hadn't the slightest notion that he was not particularly invited, nor a part of either sides of the family. It seemed incredibly simple to fool them.
"It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them," Frank mumbled under his breath. It really is amazing what a decent disguise can do, he thought.
And that's when it happened. His eyes fell upon an average looking male with thick rimmed glasses, clean cut chestnut hair, and a general insecure vibe. He was talking to the groom, mumbling incoherently. Instantly Frank found this human very intriguing. He appeared a little uptight, and tonight Frank decided that he wanted a challenge. Besides, bringing a real live earthling to his party tonight would really make him the talk of Transsexual Transylvania!
With his mission set firmly in his mind, Frank turned non chalantly towards the church doors where Riff Raff and Magenta were standing in their own earth disguises. As he marched up to them, he passed Columbia and her intense gaze. Ignoring this, he approached his two servants. Immediately they turned to him.
"Yes, Master?" Riff Raff murmured monotonously.
"I expect you to distract that earthling," he demanded, pointing at the man he had been eyeing.
Shifting a little, Riff Raff responded slowly, "Yes... Master."
As the guests began to disperse, Frank slowly eased himself in the direction of the parking lot. He was fortunate, for there was only a single car left by the time he had tiptoed over, and he could only assume it belonged to the man whom he wanted. He allowed his eyes to slide sideways and took in the image of his prey chatting with some blonde haired woman. The conversation appeared quite passionate, and Frank couldn't help but grin. She would certainly keep him preoccupied while he did his duty.
Perfect. Frank reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small tool. Bending over, he inserted and retracted it from one of the tires. As he stood up, he chuckled to himself once more. He knew he would be seeing this man again. Soon. But for now, he really had to be going. He had a party to throw tonight, and he certainly could not be seen in such dreadful apparel!
Yes, so easy you can't help but pity them, Frankpondered with a sly smile.
"I'm glad we caught you at home. Could we use your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry," the man requested, his tone very reasonable.
"Right!" the blonde chimed in, causing Frank to twist around and raise his eyebrows at her.
"We'll just say where we are and go back to the car," he continued as if the girl had not spoken. "We don't want to be any worry"
"Well you got caught with a flat, well, how 'bout that..."