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Chapter 3

Of course, I have to fall for a mad scientist

Ava woke up and rolled over to face Frank. "Good morn-," she opened her eyes and sat up. "Frank?" Her beloved new lover wasn't next to her but a small note placed neatly on the pillow. She picked it up and began to read it.

I'm sorry I'm not here to see you wake but I needed to finish a few things in the lab. When Magenta is aware that you're awake she will bring breakfast up for you.

I will see you in a few hours,

Frank

Just as Ava finished the note she heard someone weakly knock on the bedroom door.

"Ava?" Magenta called from the other side. She smiled, knowing it was her breakfast.

"Oh Magenta, come in." Magenta slowly walked into the room, she looked scared. "Magenta?" Ava whispered, looking up at her. "It's alright for you to let loose in front of me. Please don't act like I'm out to hurt you."

Magenta set the tray on the table and slowly walked towards the bed. "I'm sorry Ava."

Ava patted the bed hinting she should sit down, Magenta complied. Ava gently placed her hand on Magenta's thigh trying to calm her but Magenta nearly jumped out of her skin. Ava quickly removed her hand and Magenta moved back.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to try and calm you down."

"No, it's alright. I didn't mean to jump."

"I hope we can be friends Magenta. It just seems like you don't leave the castle much and you don't have any girl friends." Magenta looked down at the floor and silently nodded. Ava smiled and looked up at her. "Let's have some girl talk."

Magenta looked at her a bit unsure. "I suppose."

"Um, I have a question first." Magenta nodded gesturing for her to continue. "Frank and I aren't that loud are we? I mean, I remember when I would hear him screaming. Were we loud?"

"Yes, the two of you made a bit of noise last night."

Ava felt her heart sink. "Oh gosh Magenta, I feel so bad. I'm sorry."

Magenta looked at Ava and snickered, "Don't worry. It seems that when the Master engages in sins of the flesh, as he calls it, he makes quite a bit of noise."

Ava let out a half laugh and mumbled. "Yes, I know."

"Magenta!" Rif Raff hollered from the hallway.

"I must go, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. Would you like a hug? It seems like you may need one."Ava extended her arms and gently hugged Magenta. She hesitantly got up and walked to the door.

"Bye Magenta."

"Goodbye Ava." She stopped a moment and looked back. "Thank you."

Ava smiled up at her and grabbed a book off of her bookshelf and began to read. Hours passed and Frank hadn't returned to her as promised. Ava began to worry, she wanted to see him. Another hour passed and she decided it was best to go and find the lab.

Ava walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. She had never been to the lab but she had heard wondrous things about it. She stepped into the elevator and pressed a button to take her down, knowing she was on the highest floor. She could hear yelling from downstairs and started to worry. What was going on?

"Useless! You are utterly useless!" Ava decided it was best to exit the elevator on the floor above the lab and continue down the stairs, she wanted to hear a little more of the conversation before she stepped in.

"I-I'm sorry Master." Riff Raff knew he was going to be punished for knocking the glass beaker onto the floor. When Frank walked away he prayed the Master had not brought down the whip.

The voices grew louder and the anxiety level of Ava began to escalade. She slowly crept into the lab through a small door next to the elevator. She couldn't see Frank but saw a frightened Riff Raff standing in front of the pool of liquid. Frank came back into view, his eyes fixed on Riff Raff. He slowly walked toward him, making him fear the worst. He forcefully threw him onto the floor, and held a long whip in front of him, warning him of what was to happen.

"Frankie?" Ava yelled, hoping he wouldn't now snap at her. "What the hell are you doing?"

Frank impaled her with a glare that somehow managed to combine hot rage with ice-cold indifference that made her step back in fear. Ava for once was scared of Frank, what had gotten into him?

"Ava, this is none of your concern. Go upstairs. Now!" Ava stared at him, horror struck. She had seen Frank's anger slowly boil into a fit of rage but never once had she seen a whip in his hand.

"Why?"

Frank's glare became stern and Ava decided it was best to leave the two alone.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled and turned herself back towards the elevator hoping to make an escape.

"Ava!" She turned to him, scared he might snap at her again. He gazed up at her face and saw the tears that had stained a path down her cheeks and the panic in her eyes, his heart broke when he realized he had instilled fear into her. What was he doing? He didn't mean to frighten her, just Riff Raff. "No, I should be the one to apologize. Riff Raff is the one I am angry with, not you."

Ava was still very upset with him. She didn't want to speak to him right now. She didn't want Frank to turn into the same man that Seeley had.

"I'll be upstairs Frank." Her response was cold and Frank knew it was time to back up.

"I understand."

Ava pulled away from Frank and went back to her room. She couldn't do it, she couldn't stay here. She cupped her hand over her mouth so her sobs wouldn't be heard and opened the door to the bathroom. She hurried in and grabbed a razor out from the cupboard. Ava looked down at the silver blade and slowly scraped it across her porcelain skin. She silently cried out in pain as she watched the blood pour willingly down her arm. Holding the blade she took a deep breath and gently ran it along her back. "No, I can't do this, I need to stop. I can't go back to that awful place I was in." The blood from her marks stopped and she started to look for the bandages. She didn't want Frank to see what she had done. She wrapped up her wounds and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep immediately.

Downstairs, Frank was questioning Magenta on what to do with Ava. The last thing he had wanted was to upset her, let alone make her afraid of him. Frank hesitantly walked upstairs and over to Ava's room. He slowly poked his head in, hoping she wouldn't kick him out. The room was dark, showing she did not want to be disturbed by anyone, but Frank knew he needed to talk to her, he needed to explain.

"Ava?" he whispered, seeing if she was awake.

Ava had woken up and lay face down on her bed, sobbing into a pillow. She looked up at him, her eyes painfully swollen. "Please Frank, just leave me alone."

"Ava, we must talk."

"Frank," her voice was stern, "leave, now!"

Frank wanted to talk but from what Magenta had told him, it was best to leave her alone when she asked. He took his head out of the doorway and stepped back into the hall.

"Frankie?" she called.

He quickly stepped into the room hoping she wanted to talk. "Yes?"

"Will you come and sit with me, please?"

He slowly walked over to where she sat and laid down on the bed. Ava lost the battle against her tears, and buried her face into her hands as she began to sob. Frank pulled her onto his lap and cradled her in his arms hoping she'd calm down. He softly kissed the top of her head, but her tears refused to stop and her whimpering broke his heart. He laid her back down and nestled close to her. Ava cried out in pain, resting her forehead on his shoulder as she remained motionless.

"Ava?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

Ava shook her head. "It's nothing," she said softly.

Frank slowly pulled off of her and she winced in pain. Frank finally realized why she had made him stop. "Love, can you turn on your stomach for me?" His face was a mask of concern.

"Frankie, I'm not in the mood," she muttered.

Frank stiffened and looked hurt when he realized what she was referring to. He heard her cries and wanted to know why she had made them, he didn't want to rape her; he just wanted to help.

Frank's voice became harsh. "Ava, please." She looked up at him and glared. "I'm sorry. I promise not to hurt you."

Ava could see the honesty in his eyes and slowly turned onto her stomach. He pulled up her blouse and looked down at her, letting out a small gasp. Ava's back was covered in open wounds and red blemishes that were raised ever so slightly on the canvas of white.

Frank gently pulled her up and put her on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close to him. Ava raised her head and looked up at him. "What is it?" There was the faintest tingle of alarm in her voice; she knew he found the cuts.

"Ava, we need to clean your wounds." Ava looked up at him concerned and Frank lifted his right hand covered in blood.

"I'm okay. It's just a little blood." Ava looked down at the sheets and saw the stains. "Oh my God, Frankie I'm sorry. Where's the laundry detergent?" She quickly tried to get up but Frank held her down.

"No," his voice became stern. "I will have Magenta take care of the sheets. We will go and clean your wounds in the bathroom." Frank gently removed Ava from his lap and put her on her feet. Ava was in such pain, she didn't bother to retaliate. She knew she had to have her cuts cleaned and Frank was one who offered to do it.

Ava walked to the bathroom with the aid of Frank. He was careful of where he placed his hands, knowing that the littlest of pressure could now bring her to tears. Frank sat her down on the edge of the toilet and began to run a bath. He grabbed a washcloth and handed it to Ava while he found a soap he knew wouldn't hurt her. Ava leaned over and dipped her hand into the water, feeling it to make sure it was the right temperature before plugging it up so the water wouldn't drain. Ava removed her robe and stood before Frank.

A seductive smile spread across Ava's face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Am I going to have a bit of company?"

She dropped her robe to the floor and watched a sly smile appear on Frank's face. But he soon came to his senses and knew Ava needed to be taken care of before he could have his fun with her again. He looked at the floor and slowly said, "I don't think that's best right now." She pulled away from him and quickly put her robe back on. Frank looked down at her arms and noticed something before she completely covered herself up.

"Ava, can you show me your arms?" He looked at her with concern in his eyes, hoping she wouldn't make a fuss.

"I'm sorry Frank. I know I shouldn't have, I don't usually do this I was just so upset. God I can't believe I did it." Ava's words came quickly, almost running together. "I feel like such trouble having you do all this for me and me being a complete burden, I'll have my bags packed by morning."

Frank sat down and nearly fell into the bath, he knew what had caused her to cut herself and he couldn't have been angrier with himself. But why would Ava say such a thing? Why would she do such a thing, hurting her body in such a way? He thought she cared for him in the same way that he seemed to care for her. Why would she want to leave?

"Ava," his voice became soft. "I'm not sure how to say this."

She smiled up at him and patted his hand. "You don't need to say a thing."

Frank's voice became harsh. "No Ava that is not what I wanted to say." Ava was a bit taken back by this. What did he want to say to her? "I-I'm," Frank stumbled with his words for the first time since his mother scolded him for hitting Riff Raff. "I-I,"

Ava's face turned from one of hurt to one of concern. "What is it Frankie?"

He decided it was best to say what he felt instead of continuing to mumble. "Ava, I have never once said this nor thought I ever would and mean it. I-I love you." Frank couldn't believe his own ears. Why did he say such things to a woman that was about to leave him? "If you still wish to go I shall let you be." Frank tried to stand up but Ava's hand pulled him down.

"Frankie, I love you too. You've helped me through so much but I never thought you would love me. I've just heard so much about the people you've been with and how you would just leave them." Frank's eyes widened, he didn't know she knew of his tendency to leave his partners. "I didn't want to get hurt so I felt it was best to leave on my own instead of being kicked out."

"Please do not leave."

"I . . . I can't let you watch me hurt myself." She tried to say between her sobs which worsened because the more she lost control of her emotions the angrier she got with herself, translating into more crying. He sat her up and cradled her in his arms hoping she'd calm down. He kissed the top of her head, but her tears never slowed and her frightened whimpering concerned him.

"We still need to clean your wounds Ava."

"Okay," she mumbled as she stood up and stepped into the bath. Her body ached as she slid beneath the warm water but it was a sense of comfort. Frank picked up a washcloth and sat on the edge of the bath. He dipped it into the water and put a drop of soap onto it as he began to wash her back and arms. Ava quietly winced in pain but Frank continued to clean her injuries with small hesitation. After a moment, he pulled his hand away after he figured her wounds were clean. Frank stood and opened a towel for her, wrapping her in it. He kissed her on the forehead and started to dry her, making sure not to irritate the cuts. He removed the towel and started to rebandage the red marks that were out of place on skin it resided on.

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm, comforting hug. "I'm okay Frank. I'm going to go get dressed. I feel much better now thank you." Ava walked back to her bedroom and over to the closet.

Frank drained the tub and cleaned up the water on the floor. As he walked out, he noticed the blade on the side of sink. He quickly slipped it into his hand and tossed it into the toilet making sure there was no way for her to retrieve it.

"Hey Frankie?" Ava called from the closet.

"Yes?"

"I have a little game, do you want to play?"

Frank walked up to her and started to toy with the buttons of her blouse. "What kind of game?" he purred.

She sweetly swatted away his hands and kissed him on the lips. "Truth or dare."

Frank grew nervous. He didn't want Ava to know of his past but he was in no means to lie to her. "Why must we play such a childish game?"

She kissed him again and gently tapped his nose. "Because it's a lot of fun and I want to know about your childhood . . ." Frank wasn't convinced. "And because you love me?" Oh dear, she had him in her little trap.

Frank sighed and gave her a small peck on the cheek. "I suppose."

Ava smiled. "Oh good." She took Frank's hand and led him over to the bed. She sat down cross legged just as she would as a child.

"You can go first so you get to ask."

"Truth or dare?"

She smiled up at him. "Dare."

Frank sat in silence for a moment. "I shall dare you to never cut yourself again."

Ava looked down at the ground and bit her lip. "I'll try my best." She looked up and saw Frank's stern glare. "I mean, I accept to an extent." A kind smile spread across his face. "Okay, truth or dare Frankie?"

"Truth."

"Hm." She tapped her chin. "What are your parents like?"

"That isn't much of a truth."

She glared at him but gently took his hands in hers. "Sweetie, you refuse to talk about the life you had before I came along." Ava gave him a pleading look, "please?"

"Alright then." Frank knew he was defeated. "My father passed away when I was young and my mother raised me along with the servants."

"Frank you had servants?"

"Erm yes, mother had to tend to her royal dut-"

Ava eyes grew wide. "Wait what?"

Frank closed his eyes and began to panic. "What have I done?" He thought. "Though, if she truly cares for me she will understand."

She was silent a moment, then asked, "Frankie did you say royalty?"

"Erm, technically I said royal. But I am prince currently."

Ava couldn't believe her own ears. "Frank, why didn't you tell me?" she asked, slightly hurt. "Why didn't he trust me?" she thought.

"You are not to think of me any differently." His voice was stern; he didn't want Ava to leave him.

Ava smiled at him and laughed. "Oh Sweetie of course not. I love you for who you are, being royalty doesn't matter to me."

Frank smiled and thought it was best to tell her. "Ava, I trust you so I think it best to tell you, I'm not from around here."

Ava looked over at him and chuckled softly, "Sweetie, I know you're not from around here. I mean it seems like you're royalty and you speak with a British accent, you're certainly not from Denton. Though, I've never seen you in the media."

Frank began to panic but didn't let it show. He cleared his throat and began to speak again. "No Ava, I'm not sure you understand. I am not from Earth or even this galaxy."

Ava looked and him cock eyed and laughed. "Oh Sweetie hush, I said you can't lie. That also means no joking around."

"Ava, I am not lying to you." She could see the truth in his eyes and her smile became rather fixed. She mouthed an oh and Frank grew nervous. His hands began to tremble as he reached over and caressed Ava's thigh. "I know I should have told you."

"Frank you're serious?" She asked, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. I am from Transexual, Transylvania."

"This is real . . . . all of it is real."

"Yes."

"No," she brushed Frank's hand off of her and stood up. "It actually all makes sense now."

"Pardon?" Frank was still taken back by her brushing him off.

"No, the teleprompter, the lab, everything, it all makes sense."

"Why are you not mad?"

"Because you love me. It doesn't matter, I know that has to sound really stupid and I can't even believe I'm saying it but it doesn't matter." He smiled. "Just please tell me this is your only form."

Frank chuckled, "yes."

"Will you play one more round of truth or dare?"

"I suppose. I have chosen dare."

"I dare you to kiss me."

He smiled lovingly and her, and she gained a playful smirk. "I suppose I can do that. But I must get back to work." He caressed her cheek and then stole a kiss before heading back to the lab.

A small smile spread across Ava's face. "Of course, I have to fall for a mad scientist."