(A/N: Alright, back again, and last chapter, so his Frank. And as I mentioned then, that's not good for Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta. With their situation becoming a lot more complicated and unpredictable, let's see where they go from here. BTW, I'm not sure what context the song that appears in this chapter was meant to be for, but I was able to incorporate it into the plot for this story. I'm actually surprised at how well these incorporations are going, and it makes me wonder how similar this story was going to be to the planned sequels.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Second Disclaimer: The song that appears in this chapter is the unused and unreleased song intended for the canceled Rocky Horror sequel. It's called "I Want To Get My Own Back", by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the song was never released, it should be ok to use.

Chapter 6: Confrontation

After the demonstration of the new world destroying weapon, a celebration had begun for both it and Frank's return. Janet had retired to her room as soon as she was able to get away, using the excuse that she didn't feel well.

This hadn't exactly been a lie. She did feel like she was going to be sick. Frank's unexpected return had changed everything. Just what was he planning on doing to her, Dr. Scott, and Magenta? He must be planning on something, otherwise he would have exposed them right away. And whatever it was, it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Did you know about this?" she demanded of Magenta as they quickly made their way back to their rooms. "Did you know the queen was planning to bring Frank back?"

Magenta actually looked insulted. "Of course not. How could I have known? I doubt anyone outside the queen, her science team, and those she trusts the most knew anything about it. This bodes even worse for me than you."

Janet let out a frustrated huff. "Well, I don't see how we're going to escape now. Frank knows the truth; he's going to be watching us like a hawk."

"Worse than that," Dr. Scott added. "With that new weapon, even if we do escape, nowhere will be safe. The queen might even simply blow up the Earth just to get us. Did you know she was having something like that built?"

Magenta frowned. "Not something like that. I knew something was in the works, but I never imagined it would be something so powerful and destructive."

Janet paused as they reached her door and turned to the Transylvanian woman. "The rest of your people certainly seemed happy about it. Are you as well?"

Magenta seemed to take a moment to think about it, then slightly cocked her head to the side. "It is an effective strategy."

Janet's mouth dropped open and Dr. Scott looked appalled as he exclaimed, "Then you approve of murdering billions of people from other worlds if they don't submit?"

"It will reduce war and minimalize resistance," Magenta explained. "With such a threat hanging over their heads, not only will it save our people from having to engage in battle, it will greatly decrease any resistance we may face when we take over once people know what we were capable of."

"And other people?" Janet demanded. "You have no concern for them?"

Magenta just shrugged. "In truth, the weapon will most likely be used on uninhabited worlds that don't have much to offer in order to demonstrate our power so no one will ever resist or rise up against us. We want to assimilate other worlds and convert their inhabitants into our society. To simply destroy planets carelessly would be a waste of people and resources. After we invade, we will still continue to integrate as many people into our society as we can; it's far better to have willing subjects. The weapon will only be revealed after for those who refuse to submit to us. We may have to destroy a few inhabited worlds to get the point across that we can and will destroy those who resist, but the weapon will most likely be used for show and demonstration. And since others will now see that there's no resisting us, they'll be more open and accepting of our ways and be more willing to convert."

Janet stared at her in disbelief as Magenta laid all this out. The only thing she could think to say was, "That's really horrible."

Magenta shrugged again. "That's the Transylvanian way."

Janet shook her head in disgust, and Dr. Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's a different culture, Janet."

"What's wrong is wrong," she snapped back, "regardless of culture."

"There are some cultures on Earth that still practice things like slavery or dictatorship or authoritarianism. We may not agree with it, but there's nothing we can do about it. We need to focus on escaping before we're discovered. Anything else we can worry about later. We'll be of no use to anyone if we're dead."

She gave him a concerned look. "Do you think you could use your connections to do something about this when we get back to Earth?"

He rubbed the back of his head uneasily. "I'll certainly do what I can, but this goes beyond anything we're prepared to deal with."

Letting out a deep sigh, Janet ran her hands over her face and through her hair. "I can't deal with this right now. I need to think."

She opened her door and switched on the light. A scream immediately tore its way out of her at the sight that greeted her, and Dr. Scott and Magenta rushed into the room. There, lying on her bed, was Frank. He had disappeared from the party earlier, saying he was going to clean himself up and slip into something more comfortable. Now he was lying in full display on the bed, wearing fresh makeup and woman's lingerie. He also had on a transparent robe that hung open, for all the good it did since it was completely see-through.

A large grin spread across his face as the three of them entered. "It's about time you got here. I was wondering how long it would be before you slipped away." He glanced at the Transylvanian woman. "Magenta, be a dear and close the door. I think we should have some privacy."

His tone was highly suggestive, but the others knew he wasn't referring to what he was implying. And as Magenta shut the door, Janet couldn't help but to feel outraged. "What are you doing in my room?"

Frank raised an eyebrow. "Your room?" He stretched out seductively, positively oozing sex appeal. "My dear Janet, this entire palace belongs to me and my mother."

"My mother and I," Dr. Scott corrected in a small act of defiance. "If you're a prince, then you should at least talk properly."

Rolling over, Frank dropped his feet off the side of the bed and stood up. "Speaking of talking, I think that's something we really ought to do. Especially you and I, Janet."

He leisurely strolled over to them in an intimidating fashion. Janet would have backed up had the closed door not already been behind her, and so could go nowhere as Frank came right up to her, getting right up into her personal space, and slamming his hand against the wall beside her head, practically caging her in with his body. He gave her a long hard look as she stared up at him nervously before his eyes traveled down to her stomach.

"So," he said in mild curiosity, "you're carrying my child, are you?" His eyes returned to her face. "That's quite interesting. Especially since, as I recall, we never actually went as far as to do what would be necessary for that to happen. Is this some kind of conspiracy to seize control of the throne?"

Such a thought had never so much entered Janet's head. "Of course not. This is all just… Well, it's kind of hard to explain."

Looking amused, Frank took a step back. "Then allow me to hazard a guess." He glanced at Magenta. "After our dear Magenta here and her brother were discovered as having been the ones who murdered me, she came up with some desperate hair-brained scheme to escape the chopping block that ended up dragging you and Dr. Scott here into all this. Something that involved pretending your child was mine. Am I getting warm?"

Magenta crossed her arms. "More or less."

Frank smirked. "A clever ruse, my dear Magenta, but a rather reckless one on your part. I'm guessing that, like with my murder, you didn't fully think things through. That's why you were always the servant and never the master."

"I wasn't left with much choice."

"And you're hardly in position to call someone a murderer after what you did to Eddie," Dr. Scott snapped.

Frank just snorted and waved this off dismissively. "Oh, please, don't tell me you're still on about that. I killed your nephew, how long ago was it now? It gets so hard to keep track of time when you're dead." He glanced at Janet's stomach and smirked. "I'm guess it's been about nine months."

Janet's hands went to her stomach, and she asked the question she feared the answer to. "Why didn't you tell your mother the truth?"

"The truth?" Frank repeated. "You mean how your child can't possibly be mine since our relationship was strictly oral." He licked his lips, and smirked as Janet blushed in response. "What's wrong, my dear? Are you upset that you were merely the pre-show entertainment? Just a warm-up for the opening act?" He let out a satisfied chuckle as she turned a darker shade of red, this time seemingly out of anger. "You really were very cute that night. Both you and Brad. Virgins always make for such amusing playthings."

"Stop it, it's not funny!" Janet shouted at him. "The things you did to us… You practically destroyed our relationship. Brad was never the same after that night. You corrupted him."

Frank actually looked proud of himself at her words. "I prefer to think of it as broadening his horizons. Expanding one's mind and all that."

Janet glared at him. "He died because of you. He went on to become a go-go dancer and died in an accident during a show."

This apparently didn't bother Frank in the least. "Then he died doing what he loved. I do wish I could have seen one of his shows though. I imagine it would be rather… enthralling."

Tears pricked Janet's eyes as she lamented Brad and what had become of their relationship. "You stole Brad from me."

The accusation wasn't completely accurate, but it was how she felt. After Frank had seduced him that night, Brad's tastes and preferences had changed. Truth be told, for some reason, Janet wasn't surprised by this. There was just something about Frank that drew people in. The guy could turn a straight man gay, a gay woman straight, give bi people a preference of men, and make asexual people strictly Frank-sexual.

Janet had been changed by Frank's influence as well. She'd not only gained a sexual awakening, she'd also developed a bit of a kinky side. Nothing too extreme, but it was a side of herself that she never knew about or saw coming. Still, it was nowhere near the impact that Frank had had on Brad.

The smile left Frank's face at her accusation and he now looked resentful. "And you stole Rocky from me. You made him choose you over me."

Janet didn't respond. She had to admit, he had her there. In fact, it could even be argued that her so-called "theft" of Rocky was even worse than Frank's since she had stolen Rocky on an emotional level rather than just a physical one the way he had stolen Brad.

But then she remembered how what he had done to Brad had changed him so extensively, and she grew angry once more, Besides, she didn't regret what her and Rocky had together, and, quite frankly, she didn't think that Frank deserved Rocky; the man had literally created him for the sole purpose of being his sex slave.

Lifting her chin in defiance, she said, "Well, you certainly made it easy enough after what you did to him. Did you even care about him as a person, or just as a sex toy?"

Frank's hand shot out as he grabbed her chin, his fingers digging painfully into her cheek. "I could do whatever I wanted with him. I created him for me. Not you, me. But you stole him from me. He picked you over me."

Despite the fear she felt, Janet felt more anger rise up within her. Perhaps it was her hormones, but if it was, it also combined with the outrage she still felt of over Frank stealing Brad from her, and she fixed him with a glare, even as he tightly gripped her chin.

"So you got a taste of your own medicine after you stole Brad from me," she snapped defiantly. "So maybe now you can understand my pain. Because you're right, I did steal Rocky from you. He picked me over you. He was mine. Not yours, mine!"

It was clear that Janet's anger wasn't making her think straight. Upsetting Frank was not a smart decision with the power he held over him, and it was clear that her words were angering him. Janet either didn't care or she herself was too upset to notice just how angry Frank was becoming.

Fearing for Janet's safety, Dr. Scott spoke up in an attempt to pacify him. "Now hold on a minute, Frank. Rocky stilled cared for you as his creator, despite how you treated him. He was actually rather distraught after you were killed."

Frank scoffed, but the scientist's words seemed to serve as a distraction. "How reassuring," he muttered sarcastically, and aggressively shoved Janet away. "But I did not create him to be a son to me, but the perfect male lover."

Well, he was certainly that, Janet couldn't help but think as she rubbed her face where Frank's fingers had been digging in. "Isn't that kind of like incest anyway since you creating him basically makes you his father?"

Frank just rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You earthlings and your limitations on pleasure. Incest is actually something we Transylvanians embrace. You earthlings practiced it once long ago among royalty. Perhaps you should try it again. Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, and breaking taboos is quite pleasurable."

Janet felt revolted at his suggestion, but then reminded herself that Frank was a perverted sexual deviant. Even amongst the Transylvanians, who were far more sexually liberated, he was an extreme case.

"In any case," Frank continued as he gave Janet a look of disdain, "don't try and act all high and mighty with me. You can play off being upset about Brad all you want, but I know you chose Rocky over him as well, just as he chose you over me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Janet demanded.

Amusement mixed with his disdain. "Please. I saw how you reacted when I unveiled Eddie's remains. You could have gone to Brad, he was standing right there next to you, but you actually ran away from him, all the way around to table, and straight into Rocky's arms." He let out a resigned sigh. "I mean, not that I blame you for your choice, but how do you think Brad felt knowing he was playing second fiddle to Rocky? After all, as you yourself claimed after lying about it," he spoke in a sing-song voice that was a clear mimicry of hers, "you're a muscles fan."

Guilt gripped Janet, because he was right, she had run to Rocky that time, almost without thinking. Why had that been? On some subconscious level, had she contemplated leaving Brad for Rocky after their heated love session? She had never actually thought about it, there hadn't been time with everything else that had been happening, but was it possible that her body and subconscious mind had made the decision without her realizing it, and that's why she had gone to Rocky instead of Brad.

She honestly couldn't say, too much had been going on that night. She knew that she had very quickly developed feelings for Rocky, and there was no doubt that she had been attracted to him, but she hadn't considered starting an actual relationship with him; there hadn't been time to consider it. After they had been discovered together, so much had happened so fast. Besides, she had only known him for such a short time. Was that fast enough to fall for someone? Like love at first sight? Something that would have continued and bloomed to a lifelong loving relationship?

And then there was Brad. She still loved him of course, even now. But a lot had happened in just a matter of hours. She'd given into Frank's advances, witnessed Brad cheat on her with another man, given her virginity to Rocky, been brainwashed by Frank, and then witnessed Columbia, Frank, and Rocky get killed by Riff Raff, who had also revealed that he and Magenta were aliens. That was a lot to take in. How did someone process so much happening all at once?

But she had still loved Brad in spite of it all. And he had still loved her too, regardless of this new side of himself. Which is why they had tried to make it work. And despite both of them cheating, they had decided to forgive each other for their transgressions. It had been the changes that Frank had caused in Brad that had truly divided them. He still loved her, but he was no longer all that interested in her, not physically, his attraction now leaning more towards men. That had left Janet feeling not only rejected, but also greatly neglected and unsatisfied, especially after the sexual liberties Frank and his brainwashing had instilled in her.

So despite Frank's claims, Janet wouldn't let him twist this around in his favor. "You're just selfish. You wanted everyone to be a part of your harem, and you got jealous if anyone showed intimacy or affection to anyone other than you. That's why you tried to brainwash us all."

For some reason, instead of making Frank angry, he smiled at this. "Oh, come now, Janet, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it at the time. Pleasure is the only thing that truly matters in life."

Surprisingly, Magenta scoffed, showing defiance towards the Transylvanian prince. "That kind of attitude is why your mission was a failure. You focused more on your pleasure than what needed to be done, and you punished us if we didn't go along with it and refused to let us go. That's why we turned against you."

Frank turned his attention to her. "I could almost understand the reason for you mutiny if that were the case. In fact, I even agreed to go home when you first turned against me. As much fun as I was having on Earth, a part of me was homesick. But then you had to go and murder me."

"You know we had no choice," Magenta snapped. "Otherwise, once we returned home, we would have been executed for our mutiny. Our only hope was to cover it up."

Frank started to look amused again. "And yet that failed, and instead you landed yourself in some hot water. Quite the predicament." He began pacing back and forth as he watched the three of them. "So now the question is, what should I do with you now?" He let out an almost cruel chuckle. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Dr. Scott's eyes narrowed. "What is it? What do you want from us?"

"Hmm?" Frank muttered as he began drumming his fingers together. "That is a good question. What do I want from you? After all, you've caused me such a great deal of trouble."

Magenta and the two humans exchanged uneasy looks. When Dr. Scott spoke next, he did so in song.

"Do you want money?"

Frank aggressively shook his head as he stepped over to them while breaking out into song as well.

"No, no, no."

Janet joined in next, also singing along.

"How about some honey?"

Stopping in front of the three of them, he held his finger out into her face and shook it.

"No, no, no."

Magenta stepped in front of him, getting between him and Janet.

"Do you want power?"

Placing his hands on his hips, Frank aggressively shook his head.

"No, no, no."

Dr. Scott stepped up next to him.

"How about a shower?"

Smirking, Frank began backing away as he continued to shake his head.

"No! No! NO!"

Turning around, he hopped up onto the bed. Grabbing onto the bedpost, he swung around it so he was facing them again, and hung down off the side of the mattress as he broke out into full song.

"I want to get my own back on the people who've been hurting my loved ones.

I want to get my own back on the people who've smutty smut-tee.

I've got to get my own back on the people who've been squirting their love guns.

I've got to get my own back on the people who've been yuckie yuck-ee.

I've got to get my own back. I want to get my own back."

Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta glanced at each other, then looked back at Frank and shook their fists at him and they sang together.

"Suck it and see."

Frank just smirked and spun around to the middle of the bed. He bent down and picked up the blanket, running it over his body sensually.

"I want to get my own back on the people who've been getting in my face.

I want to get my own back on the people who've been causing me pain.

I've got to get my own back on the people who've been getting on my case.

I've got to get my own back on the people who are vain and profane.

I've got to get my own back. I want to get my own back."

He jumped off the bed, taking the blanket with him and draping it over his shoulders, letting it trail behind him like some sort of cape. He walked over to the three of them, and pushed past them. They turned to him as he walked by and they chorused.

"Make your own rain.

You've got to get to the bottom of your problem.

You've got to stop and start to take yourself in hand.

You've got to live a little, love a little, laugh a little more.

And then, and only then, you'll understand.

If you want to get your own back, then get closer

to the object of your hate and learn their ways.

Then when you know the why's and what's, you can try and call some shots,

but beware the hateful, fateful ricochets."

Frank had stopped to listen as they sang, but now turned back to them. He skipped past them once more as he returned to the bed, hopping back up onto it and tossing the blanket aside before he started jumping up and down and took over the song once more.

"I want to get my own back on the people who've been treading on my toes.

I want to pay them back for all the people that they've bitten and skinned.

I've got to get my own back on the people who are getting up my nose,

And you can take that as a statement of fact, which I'll never rescind.

I've got to get my own back. I want to get my own back."

He twirled around and collapsed onto the bed. The others stormed over to him, standing beside the bed as they stared down at him with their hands on their hips and sang in unison.

"Spit in the wind."

As their song came to an end, Frank looked up at them and smiled. They continued to stare down at him, still uncertain of his motives. What he had sung about could mean a number of things, and it seemed as if he was enjoying making them sweat.

The looks on their faces made Frank chuckle. "You all look so serious right now."

"Just cut to the chase," Dr. Scott demanded. "Just what exactly are you planning?"

Letting his head drop, Frank sighed and rolled onto his stomach, resting his chin in his hands as his legs casually swung back and forth in the air. "To be perfectly honest, Dr. Scott, I haven't entirely decided. But I suppose that you, doctor, don't really have much to worry about. I don't hold much of a grudge against you." He paused for moment then wobbled his head. "On second thought, you didn't do anything to stop my murder. You just stood by and let it happen." He smirked at that as his eyes dropped down to Dr. Scott's legs before returning to his face. "Well, you weren't standing at the time."

Dr. Scott looked offended by the jab. "You're one insensitive bastard. I'm actually glad you were killed."

A light chuckle escaped Frank. "Yes, I'm sure you are. In fact, now that I think about it, you were in favor of it. So perhaps I do hold more of a grudge against you than I thought. Fortunately for you, I hold a bigger grudge with your companions here."

Janet blinked. "What did I do?"

Raising an eyebrow, Frank rolled over again and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Aside from the fact that you too simply stood by and allowed me to be killed, I believe we just got done talking about how you stole Rocky from me, and I'm afraid I can't let that go unpunished. And Magenta," he glanced at the Transylvanian woman, "I believe it's obvious as to what my grudge against you is. You and your brother betrayed me and had me killed. I'm afraid I can't let that go either."

Janet and Magenta shared a look, the former's hands going to her stomach. Whatever Frank had planned for them, she prayed her child would at least be spared.

"And my brother?" Magenta asked. "What of him?"

Frank looked at her. "Yes? What of him?"

Magenta's fists clenched. "Your mother agreed to keep him alive as long as I tend to Janet. But after she gives birth, or if the truth about her child's father comes out… I don't trust her to keep her word after that." Her eyes narrowed. "And then there's what you intend to do to him, even if I do have a deal with your mother."

An arrogant smirk spread across Frank's face as he slowly strutted over to her. "Yes, it's quite the dilemma, isn't it? How does it feel being at my mercy? The two of you definitely seemed to enjoy it when you held me at ray gun point. Do you like how it feels now that the shoe is on the other foot?"

She just glared at him. "The shoe has always been on the other foot. Your loyal servants who obeyed your every whim and indulged your every pleasure, and if we made a mistake, you would beat us. We know exactly what it's like to be at your mercy. We always have been."

She fixed him with a challenging look, as if she were daring him to deny what she said. Surprisingly, Frank actually seemed to be considering her words, but in the end, he just shrugged them off.

"Well, I supposed you have a point," he admitted, though he still didn't seem bothered by his past actions. He stepped away from her though and began heading back to the bed. "In all honesty though, it's my mother you need to worry about, not me. She's the one who controls Riff Raff's fate now."

"Yes," Magenta agreed, "and for now she's keeping him imprisoned until Janet gives birth. But what are you planning on doing to him in the meantime?"

Coming to a stop beside the bed, Frank let out a deep sigh and sat down on it before making a dramatic show of crossing his legs. "If you want to know the truth, I'm not really upset about the whole murder thing." At the bewildered looks he received, he clarified. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm furious that you actually killed me, but now that I'm alive again, I'm not too bothered by it anymore. It was a rather enlightening experience. Dying I mean. And quite pleasurable."

Janet stared at him in complete confusion. "Dying was pleasurable?"

Frank's lips curled into a smile. "Oh, most definitely. Of course, the method in which one dies must be taken into consideration, but death itself," he shivered in pleasure at the memory, "quite an enjoyable experience. It's the ultimate release. A release from your very body. After all, on Earth, the French do call the most intense orgasms 'the Little Death', where you actually lose all sense of yourself and your body shuts down from the sheer level of pleasure as it becomes too much for the senses. So imagine how actual death feels. Let me assure you, it's a sensation unlike anything you'll ever experience."

He wobbled his head. "Well, I suppose everyone will experience it eventually, but I got to come back from it, which means I'll get to experience it again. I must admit, I'm rather looking forward to it. Also, the experience provided me with a whole new outlook as to why things like autoerotic asphyxiation and other near-death experiences can be so pleasurable. And then there was the whole experience afterwards."

Dr. Scott couldn't help but take an interest in this. "That's right, you've actually experienced death and come back. Tell me, what was it like?"

Frank looked amused. "Of course, as a scientist, it's only natural that you would take an interest in that. Well, I can't say what will await you or anyone else, but for me, it was both immensely pleasurable and unimaginably unbearable. You see, I fell into what you would refer to as Hell. Specifically, the circle dedicated to those who have lived lives consumed by the sin of lust."

Janet wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that. "I can certainly see that for you after the way you lived your life."

If this had been meant as an insult, Frank didn't take it as such. "Yes, well, I was hardly the only one there. And as I said, it was the most pleasurable and frustratingly unbearable experience. A complete system overload of pleasure, the likes of which you couldn't possibly imagine. Let me tell you, I had absolutely no idea that my sexual experiences were so limited, and for me, that is most definitely saying something."

Janet's brow furrowed in confusion. "How is that meant to be Hell, or unbearable?"

Frank sighed. "It was too much pleasure. A nonstop onslaught of sensory overload from which there was no escape. Torture by pleasure would be the best way to describe it. But the eternal punishment those like me faced was to never be able to find release. You're kept on the very edge, but it's completely impossible to achieve climax. It's more than enough to drive a person absolutely mad and leave them with a broken mind, but your mind will never break. It's so frustrating that it's painful, that you'll do anything for release, but are forever denied it. And knowing that it's never coming, you'll do anything to make the pleasure stop, but it never will. It truly turns never-ending pleasure into an eternal punishment. And if that weren't enough to make you go crazy, knowing that I'm destined to return to such a fate once more after I die again makes me both eager to go back and dread it more than anything."

The others just stared as he actually reached up and wiped a tear from his eyes. The picture he painted of his experience was rather eye-opening. Truly, for a person like Frank, such an existence would indeed be unbearable.

"Well," said Dr. Scott, "I can't exactly say that you don't deserve it. You are a monster."

Taking a deep breath, Frank regained control of his emotions. "Yes, I suppose I am. But I am a monster of my own making, and there's no point in being anything else. After all, we are what we are."

Dr. Scott pointed at him. "No, we can choose to change. We can choose to be more. We can choose to be better. Even you can; especially now that you've been given a second chance at life and know what fate has in store for you if you don't change."

Frank looked at him. He seemed to consider his words for a few moments, but then smiled. "But where would the fun in that be? I could never deny myself what I am or what I want. No, Dr. Scott, I'm afraid changing is just not in the cards for me. I've never been able to resist life's pleasures, and I never saw the need to. I live my life as I see fit and take my pleasure where I will. And nothing will ever change that, nor will I ever. I've never regretted any of my life choices, and I never will, not even now. You should try it some time."

He gave each of them a look and his smile widened. "Oh, that's right, you did. You, Janet, when you cheated on Brad. And you, Magenta, when you and your brother killed me. Both of you gave into what you wanted, despite the immorality of it. I suppose that makes you the only hold out, Dr. Scott." His voice dropped, becoming more seductive. "Perhaps you would like to indulge a bit."

Dr. Scott's mouth dropped open at the proposition. "Certainly not!"

Frank's smile widened. He got up from the bed and walked seductively over to the scientist, sashaying his hips as he did so. He came right up to Dr. Scott and ran a finger over his chest. "Are you sure? I thought I detected a glimmer of interest in your eyes just now."

Dr. Scott seemed to hesitate for a moment, then pushed his hand away. "I'm old enough to be your father."

In response to that, Frank hooked his arms around the scientist's neck. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying some aged wine. Allow me a taste."

He leaned in as if to kiss him, but Dr. Scott suddenly ducked out of his arms. "You really are mad! Have you forgotten that you killed my nephew?"

Frank sighed in disappointment. "Are you still on about that? I don't see why that needs to get in the way of us sharing some mutual pleasure."

"This isn't some game!" Dr. Scott snapped. "Even if you think it is!"

Frank chuckled. "Ah, but you see, that's where you're wrong. This is a game, even if you think it's not. And I fully intend to enjoy it."

With that, he gave an exaggerated yawn as he stretched, seemingly with the intent of showing off his body. He then glanced back at the others, giving them a broad smile.

"Well then, I think I'll head to bed," he told them. "After all, it's been a rather exciting day. Being resurrected can be so exhausting."

He leisurely strolled past them, deliberately brushing up against Janet and Dr. Scott in the process as he twirled around one of the ties of his see-through robe. He made a dramatic show of opening the doors and stepping through them before turning around and slowly pulling the doors shut until just his face was visible in the opening.

"Do have a good night," he told them, "and have pleasant dreams. Think about all the fun we'll be having over the next several days. I look forward to it with antici…pation."

He smiled at that and winked before pulling the doors shut the rest of the way, leaving the room's three remaining occupants wondering just what it was Frank had in store for them.

(A/N: Well, that was exciting, wasn't it? It looks like Frank is willing to keep the other's secret for now, but only for his own amusement. So while they're safe for now, they're also completely at Frank's mercy. Just what exactly does he have planned for them, and how are they going to get out of it? He's definitely planning something for his entertainment. You'll have to stay tuned to see what it is. Try not to let the antici…pation get to you. Sorry, couldn't resist.)