(A/N: We're getting close to the end. With the stakes at their highest, Janet, Dr. Scott., and Magenta are going to need to act fast if they want to survive. Don't have much more to say than that, so let's get to it.)

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 "The Moon Drenched Shores Of Transylvania", by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the song was never released, it should be ok to use.

Chapter 9: Treason

Lord De Lordy sat on his bed, a pile of food surrounding him. All around his bed, scantly clad Transylvanian women danced erotically. He let out a delighted chuckle at this display as he shoveled more food into his mouth.

Things were going well. Despite the bumps in the road he had faced, his plan was back on track. He just needed to take care of a few things and then all would be well. As long as nothing went wrong, then soon he would rule all of Transylvania.

Finding out that Frank had been killed all those months ago had been the best news ever. It left the kingdom without an heir. Meaning that if anything happened to the queen, it would make him, her cousin, the most suited to take over. But, unfortunately, it wasn't that simple, otherwise he would have killed her long ago. The queen had to actually name him her successor. If she didn't, then civil war would likely break out over who should rule; blood ties were not enough.

With the death of Frank, he had begun subtly suggesting that she should name him her successor. He'd actually started doing that even prior to Frank's death by subtly pointing out how Frank was always more interested in pursuing his own pleasures rather than ruling the kingdom, which made him unsuitable for the position, but the Old Queen wouldn't hear of it.

When Riff Raff and Magenta reported the prince's demise, he had been sure that he would be named her successor, in time anyway. She had been intent on finding out who killed her son, so finding a replacement heir had taken a backseat to that. And then she had discovered the research that Frank had done in creating life, and so had become determined to find a way to resurrect him.

That wasn't exactly something Lord De Lordy could object to, not if he wanted any hope of being named the new successor, as it would only make his desire to rule obvious. So he had gone along with it, even aiding in the research to make him look eager to have his nephew back. But it had been sabotage that he had in mind. Frank would be resurrected, but not for long. And he would see to it that when Frank died a second time, he would stay dead.

That had been the plan, and it had succeeded. A minor detail amongst the whole complicated resurrection process would see to it that Frank returned to the living for a very short time. And based on the way Frank was spending his time going over how they brought him back, it seemed as if he had realized that something was wrong with him, and he was trying to figure out what. But even if he had, there would be nothing that could be done; he would be dead again in just a few days. And the best part was, if anyone was blamed for the botched resurrection, he could simply express outrage and cast blame on the scientist team, holding them accountable.

With Frank gone for good, it would leave him as the queen's only living relative. And once she named him her successor, he could arrange an accident to dispose of her, allowing him to take the Royal High Chair. A truly foolproof plan, if he didn't say so himself.

At least it had been, until Magenta had revealed that some Earth girl was carrying Frank's child. He knew that the queen would choose it as her successor instead of him. It was a minor problem though; he could dispose of the half-breed infant. There would be countless ways to do so, especially since it was only half-Transylvanian, and thus he could make the death seem like a natural cause. He could make it seem like it couldn't adapt to their atmosphere, or that the food they ate was poisonous to it, or that it caught a virus its half-earthling immune system couldn't fight off. Then things would be back on track.

For now, all he had to do was wait. Frank would be dead in a couple of days, and the Earth woman was due any day. Maybe she would even save him the trouble and the child would be stillborn. But he supposed that that was wishful thinking.

A knock at his door drew his attention away from the dancing women, and he frowned in annoyance. "Go away! I've retired for the night!"

"It's me, Uncle. Might I come in?"

Lord De Lordy raised an eyebrow. Frank was coming to see him? Why? Perhaps he wanted to ask him a few questions about his resurrection. Well, he certainly couldn't send the crown prince away.

"Come in!" he thundered, shoving more food into his mouth.

The doors opened and Frank stepped inside. He walked in as if he owned the place, eyeing the dancing women. "Out, all of you. I need to speak to my uncle."

As the crown prince, Frank ranked above Lord De Lordy, and so the women immediately left the room, closing the door behind them. Lord De Lordy frowned. Frank should know better than anyone not to interrupt one's pleasures, but he played it off as casual.

"What can I do for you, my nephew?" he asked nonchalantly.

Frank let out a deep sigh. "I'm concerned about something, and I don't want to worry Mother yet, but I think there's something wrong with me."

Putting on a neutral look, Lord De Lordy crossed his hands in front of him. "Oh? And what is that? Whatever it is, I'm sure we can figure it out."

Frank seemed to hesitate, but then his hands went to the ties of his robe. Lord De Lordy actually found it peculiar that he was wearing one; usually Frank enjoyed putting his body on display, never showing any shame in it. But as Frank pulled his robe open, Lord De Lordy saw why.

Several patches of mold were present on Frank's body. His skin was taking on a sickly gray color, and black veins were starting to stand out. Lord De Lordy didn't need to feign shock at the sight.

"What's happening to you?" he asked as he attempted to keep the smile that threatened to creep up his face at bay.

"Is it not obvious?" Frank exclaimed. "I'm rotting! I'm slowly rotting away!"

"Yes," Lord De Lordy replied, "I can see that. But why?"

Frank began pacing. "I've been trying to figure that out myself. I woke up this morning, and that's when I noticed it. And it's only gotten progressively worse throughout the day. I've been trying to find the cause, that's why I've been absent all day, and I think it has something to do with the resurrection process."

Lord De Lordy raised an eyebrow. So he had been right, Frank had realized that something was wrong and had spent the day trying to figure it out. But too bad for him that what ailed him couldn't be fixed.

"What makes you think it was the resurrection?" he asked with a look of curious innocence.

Frank closed his robe. "Well, what else could it possibly be? I've never seen anything like this before, and seeing as I'm the only one that has been resurrected, it's a safe assumption."

Lord De Lordy tapped his chin. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense."

Frank began pacing. "I just don't understand it. It's the reason I looked at the method of how I was brought back, and I found the problem. I'm rotting because it wasn't done properly."

Hook, line, and sinker. Now all Lord De Lordy had to do was play the part of the enraged uncle, and he slammed his fist down on the bed to make a grand show of it. "This is an outrage! Such incompetence on part of the team who brought you back! They should have made sure every last detail was triple checked, and then triple checked again!" He gave Frank a serious look. "Worry not, my nephew, we'll see to it that they're punished."

Frank scoffed dismissively. "Oh, don't bother. The team is not to blame, they actually did what they were supposed to do. The real guilty party," he stopped pacing and turned back to his uncle, pulling out a ray gun and pointing it at him, "is you."

Lord De Lordy froze, his eyes landing on the ray gun. "What are you doing with that?" His brow furrowed as he studied his nephew's state of dress. "And where were you keeping it?"

Frank took a step closer. "Dearest uncle, did you think I wouldn't figure it out? You did assist the team in my resurrection; it would be easy for you to sabotage the process in some way and then shift the blame. You did a good job of covering your tracks, but I have my resources too."

A bead of sweat ran down Lord De Lordy's head. "Now Frank, be reasonable. Why would I–"

"Oh, please, don't lie to me, Uncle. Bad enough that you made sure my resurrection went wrong, don't insult my intelligence by pretending that you don't know what I'm talking about; I might get angry and pull the trigger if you do." He wiggled the ray gun. "Do you know what this is? It's the same kind of ray gun that killed me. If I fire, you'll be dead before you even realize you've been hit."

Lord De Lordy held up his hands. "Alright, alright, now just calm down."

"Oh, I'm calm, Uncle. I've come to terms with the fact that I don't have long to live. That's what you wanted, right?"

"Why would I want you dead? As you said, I helped bring you back."

Frank nodded. "Yes, but only so you could make sure things went wrong. One of the boys whose blood was taken wasn't a virgin, and you knew it."

"Frank, come now, that's ridiculous. How could I possibly know he wasn't a virgin?"

A victorious smile spread across Frank's face. "Oh? So you're saying that you didn't know whether they were virgins or not? But it was you who chose them, was it not? The research made it clear that virgins were needed. So which is it, Uncle, did you not know and choose them anyway, or did you know and deliberately chose them?"

Realizing his mistake, Lord De Lordy opened his mouth to defend himself, but Frank cut him off. "Don't answer that. You've already exposed yourself. It's clear that virgins were needed for the resurrection, and you made sure one of them was not. You might have been able to keep up the act had you pretended to have made a mistake in thinking that all the boys were virgins, but to say that you didn't know if they were or not when you should have made sure, as you even said, triple checked and then triple checked again, well, it's clear that you're just trying to protect yourself."

Fear gripped Lord De Lordy. "Listen, Frank, let's discuss this like adults."

Frank sighed. "There's really no need for that. What's done is done. Besides, none of this will matter soon anyway. Soon we shall all experience what I call the Big Finish."

Lord De Lordy gave him a bewildered look. "What's that?"

Letting out a small chuckle, Frank looked at him with hooded eyes. "Something I have decided that you won't get to be a part of."

He pulled the trigger, and the weapon he held fired a beam of antimatter. It struck Lord De Lordy, and he went limp, flopping down dead on the bed. Frank lowered the ray gun and blew a kiss at his body.

"Farewell, Uncle," he said dramatically. "I don't know what circle of Hell is reserved for you, probably gluttony, or perhaps envy, but we shall not meet again."

He turned and slipped out of the room. He saw that the women he had sent out were waiting in the hall. He locked the door behind him and shut it before addressing them.

"I'm afraid my dear uncle is feeling rather distraught. He has requested that he not be disturbed for the rest of the night. He will call on you or anyone else when he wants them."

The women exchanged bewildered looks, but did not argue with the crown prince, and so departed. Frank smirked. That had been easy enough. His uncle could feel "under the weather" from here on out. Before anyone bothered to check on him, it would be too late. Besides, everyone would be too busy to worry about him.

Which would be his very next move. But he needed to speak to his mother first, especially for such short notice. Still, he was certain that she would say yes; she always had spoiled him.

So he made his way to the throne room and told her what he wanted. His mother raised an eyebrow at him in response.

"A party?" she repeated.

Frank threw his arms up. "A grand party! An extravagant one!"

The queen rested her chin on her palm as she considered her son. "You've always enjoyed your parties. What's the occasion for this one?"

A big smile spread across Frank's face. "What wouldn't it be for? There is so much to celebrate. My return to life, along with the discovery of resurrection. The soon to be birth of my child. The unveiling of our new super weapon. Take your pick."

The Old Queen's eyebrows rose in interest. "Yes, I suppose we do have quite a bit to celebrate. Very well, let us begin preparations. In a few weeks, we will–"

"Oh, no, mother," Frank interrupted. "I think we should have this party as soon as possible. Tomorrow in fact."

This surprised the queen. "Tomorrow? Why so soon?"

Frank smirked. "I would prefer to have this celebration before Janet gives birth. For a number of reasons."

The queen seemed to consider this. "Yes, I suppose I can understand that. Very well, if we begin preparations right now, then I suppose we can have something ready by tomorrow."

Frank's smile widened. "I'll see to it myself."

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This was crazy. It was absolutely insane. Janet felt as if she were going to attend a massive party where Frank was probably going to have everyone killed. And there was nothing they could do about it. If they exposed his plan to the queen, he would expose their lies. Either way, their lives were forfeit. There really was no way out of this.

Janet proceeded to pace back and forth with worry as Dr. Scott sat in the corner, trying to come up with a solution. But there really didn't seem to be anything they could do. Was this really about to be their last day on Earth? Or rather, Transylvania?

"Maybe we should just make a run for it?" Janet suggested. "Maybe we'll be able to ditch the guards at the party and get away."

But Dr. Scott shook his head. "That won't work. The guards won't let us out of their sight, especially if Magenta is with us. And we need her so we can get off world; we have no idea how to fly a spaceship. But she won't leave without her brother anyway." He took out a handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. "Good gracious, what a mess."

Janet stopped pacing and gave him a hard look. "I don't want to die here, Dr. Scott, but I refuse to let my son die before he even has a chance to experience life."

He gave her a frustrated look. "Janet, I promise I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure you and your son stay safe, but we need to remain calm and come up with a plan. Our lives depend on it."

Janet sighed and rested against the wall. "If we make it back to Earth, maybe I'll agree to that date with that colleague of yours you've been trying to set me up with. If this whole experience isn't a sign that life is too short, then I don't know what is."

Dr. Scott let out a light chuckle. "Ray will be very happy to hear that, but let's focus on getting out of here first before we make any future plans." He began chewing on his thumbnail as he tapped his foot nervously. "Maybe Magenta has come up with a plan."

About five minutes later, the Transylvanian woman in question entered the room. Unlike them, who were dressed for the party, she was still wearing her servant clothes, and she looked just as concerned as they did. That really didn't make Janet or Dr. Scott feel better.

"Magenta, tell us you have a plan," the former begged.

The Transylvanian woman sighed. "I'm afraid not. And I've been ordered to bring you to the party."

Dr. Scott scoffed. "The party. That's probably where he plans to kill everyone. What does he have planned? Poison the food or drinks? Set off a bomb?"

Magenta just shook her head. "I do not know what he has planned. I even attempted to get it out of him simply for the sake of that it will be hanging over my head, but he still wasn't having it."

The door suddenly burst open. "That's because it would ruin the surprise."

Frank strolled into the room, and Janet and Dr. Scott gasped at the sight of him. They had not seen him since yesterday, and his rot had grown significantly worse. He really did look like Michael Keaton in Beetlejuice, his rot having grown and his mold having spread, leaving him greatly decomposed.

"So," he declared loudly, "who's ready for the Big Finish?"

Dr. Scott looked him up and down. "You're actually going like that? Won't your appearance raise a few questions?"

Frank ran his hands over his body sensually. "I'm afraid makeup can only go so far. Not to worry though, I shall simply pass it off as a costume. It will be meant to represent how I came back from the dead." He smirked at them. "So," he declared loudly, "who's ready for some real fun?"

Deciding to try one last time to plead with him, Janet approached him. "Frank, please don't do this. Please show mercy."

He just scoffed. "My dear Janet, those who beg for mercy rarely get it. And I certainly never give it. I don't even believe in safe words."

"Please though, for the sake of my son–"

"We've been through this already, Janet," Frank interrupted. "There's no point in getting into it again." He turned to the door, pointing at it as he practically shouted. "Now come, you lot, it's the last night of the rest of our lives! Let's enjoy it!"

Without waiting for a response, he dramatically marched out of the room. Magenta slammed it behind him and turned to give the others a look of despair. Janet cracked and began weeping. Dr. Scott came up to her and put a comforting arm around her. He held her as she wept, and his eyes narrowed in determination as he came to a decision.

"Don't cry, Janet," he told her. "I won't let him go through with his plan."

"How?" she asked through her tears. "How can you stop him?"

Dr. Scott took a deep breath. "I'm going to have to kill him."

Magenta gasped, as did Janet, who looked up at him in shock. "You'll what?"

He nodded. "I said I'm going to kill him. I don't know how yet, but I'll find a way."

"Are you mad?" Magenta exclaimed. "Do you know what the queen will do to you?"

He gave her a hard look. "Of course I do. I'll be killed, and not in a pleasant way. But you'll both get to live, and it will stop Frank from going through with his Big Finish."

"Dr. Scott, you can't!" Janet objected.

"Yes, I can. I'll say it's for revenge for Eddie's murder. And who knows, maybe if I tell the queen what Frank was really planning, I'll get a lighter sentence since I saved everyone."

Magenta shook her head. "The queen would never believe that. Even if you're given Honesty Juice and tell her, she'll still have you executed for killing him."

Dr. Scott raised an eyebrow at her. "Honesty Juice? What's that?"

She waved her hand dismissively. "It's what you would consider to be truth serum. It's used during interrogations."

Janet's mouth dropped open. "You have that? Why didn't you tell us? If we get some of that, we can use it to prove what Frank is planning!"

But Magenta just shook her head. "I thought of that. And while it would convince the queen of Frank's intentions, it ultimately won't do us any good, because he will still expose us. The queen will still see us dead for our lies, even if we do save everyone from Frank."

Janet's shoulders sank, her hopes dashed, and Dr. Scott nodded in determination. "Then me killing Frank is the only option."

"No," Janet insisted. "I won't let you sacrifice yourself like that."

He looked at her and smiled in appreciation. "I'm grateful for your concern, but it's the only choice we have left. You have to stop worrying about me and think about your son. That's your primary concern."

She fell silent after that, her hands going to her stomach, and she looked down at her belly. He was right. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right, she did have to think about her son first. But still, letting him sacrifice himself like this…

Seeing the reluctance on her face, Dr. Scott sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen to me, Janet, I'm an old man–"

"Hardly," she interrupted with a sniffle.

He sighed again. "I'm twice your age. You still have a long life to live, and a son on the way. If I have to die so that you can live, the I will do it. I've never had children of my own, but I've come to think of you as the daughter I've never had, and I will see to it that you survive and make it back to Earth, even if my decision doesn't meet your approval."

Janet sniffed as tears threatened to fall, feeling touched by his words. She had come to view her former professor as a father figure as well. She didn't want to think about losing him. In less than a year, she had lost Rocky, then Brad, and now she was going to have to lose Dr. Scott too?

"What about the weapon?" she asked. "That still needs to be sabotaged."

"And I'm not leaving without my brother," Magenta insisted.

Sighing once more, Dr. Scott ran a hand through his hair. "One step at a time. First, I'll stop Frank from going through with whatever it is he's planning. It'll be up to the two of you to find a way to sabotage the weapon and get your brother out and escape. Janet, I'll be counting on you to convince my superiors of what the Transylvanians are doing. I'll give you my passwords and access codes so you'll be able to get into my files and reach my contacts."

Panic began to settle in as Janet began ringing her hands together. "This is crazy. How are we going to do this? And what's to stop the queen from simply bringing Frank back to life again once you kill him? He'll continue to rot, but he'll still be able to carry out his plan."

A frown fell across Dr. Scott's face; he hadn't thought of that. "I guess I'll have to kill him in a way that causes enough damage to his body that even if he is brought back that he'll just die again."

Janet shook her head. "This is crazy," she repeated. "This whole thing is crazy."

Dr. Scott nodded. "I know, but we have no choice."

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The party was in full swing. For only having had a single day to prepare, the Transylvanians had managed to go all out. They danced and sang, intermingling with each other as the party went on.

Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta mostly kept to themselves, too on edge to take any enjoyment from the party. Frank was certainly enjoying himself though, dancing and grinding against his fellow Transylvanians, men and women alike, including his own mother, who also seemed to be enjoying the party. Dr. Scott spent most of his time trying to find an opening to make his move while Janet and Magenta kept an eye out for whatever Frank might be planning. None of them touched the refreshments in case they were poisoned.

Finally though, it seemed that Frank was ready to make his move. He left the dance floor and made his way up on stage, accompanied by a group of dancers, all of whom were scantly clothed in lingerie, be they man or woman. Frank stepped in front of them and approached the microphone, tapping it a few times before removing it from its stand.

"Good evening, everyone," he announced, "and thank you so much for coming to the party."

The Transylvanians all cheered as Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta exchanged uneasy looks.

"Is this it?" Janet asked fearfully. "Did we miss our window?"

"God, I hope not," Dr. Scott muttered.

"As you know," Frank continued, "this is a celebration of a great many things. My miraculous return to life, and what this means for us scientifically." Applause broke out and he gave a bow before motioning into the crowd. "The Earth girl, Janet Majors, who will soon be giving birth to my heir." A spotlight suddenly fell upon Janet, and she blushed as the Transylvanians clapped. "And, of course, the completion of our new super weapon, which will allow us to far more easily conquer other worlds."

The spotlight shifted from Janet to the weapon, and the Transylvanians continued to applaud. Dr. Scott glanced at Janet and Magenta, then picked up a small plastic knife from the refreshments table, ready to go up on stage and somehow use it to kill Frank where he stood in front of everyone. How he was going to do that with a plastic knife, he had no idea, but it was the closest thing to a weapon he had.

He began making his way towards the stage. Janet realized what he was doing and instinctively reached out to stop him. He shook her off and continued onward, determine to make this count.

"Unfortunately," Frank continued, "my dear uncle couldn't join us for the celebration. It seems he's feeling a little under the weather and does not wish to be disturbed until further notice, but he did inform me that we should enjoy ourselves to the fullest. And trust me, I have a surprise for later that will make this night feel like the last night of the rest of your lives."

Dr. Scott stopped. So Frank wasn't making his move now. Good, that meant they had more time. Best to wait for a more opportune moment.

"So, let's get this celebration going and party like there's no tomorrow!" Frank declared.

Cheers erupted as the Transylvanians applauded. Frank gave a big bow before the Transylvanians began to dance as he started singing.

"Let me take you to a place of seduction,

where hearts are light because it's night all day.

Let me help you break the chains of self-destruction.

I'll start enlightening you right away."

He held his arms out and dropped backwards in a trust fall. The dancers behind him caught him and lifted him into the air. They passed him along down the line as Frank rested on his side, smiling at the audience as he continued to sing into the microphone.

"If you delight in candle light and the infernal,

I know this dangerous little rendezvous.

And if you catch a bite where night is eternal,

You'll feel a strangeness coming over you."

The dancers holding him bent down and Frank rolled out of their arms onto the floor. He slid across the stage until he was in the center of it, then lifted his legs into the air as he kicked his legs as if he were riding a bicycle as he continued to sing, and the dancers joined in on the song.

"So if you're hot to spot what's what,

you better get a bit of what they've got.

Where they don't like a little, but a lot of erotomania.

You'll know bliss as soon as you get yours.

As we kiss on the moon-drenched shores of Transylvania."

The dancers stopped singing and resumed dancing as Frank rolled over and sat up, letting his legs hang over the side of the stage. Several Transylvanians in the audience stepped forward towards the stage, reaching out for him, and Frank reached out, running his hand across their stretched-out ones.

"Let me sing for you the song of the sirens.

It's not unknown to make a grown man cry.

Why don't we swing it with the myras and the myrons.

Whoah man like onan, you'll be home and dry."

He stood up once more and moved further back towards the center of the stage. The dancers all dropped to the ground around him, rolling around and performing dance moves on the floor as Frank stood over them.

"Way out in space, I know a place to fan your mania.

A silent refuge where the tomb endures.

If you embrace this little Graceland, who's to blame 'ya?

As you're standing on the moon-drenched shores of Transylvania."

The dancers rose up, forming a line across the stage on either side of Frank, and he reached out to wrap his arms around the dancers on either side of him, and they did the same to the ones next to them all the way down the line. From there they began moving back and forth across the stage, kicking up their legs as they sang with Frank once more.

"So, if you're hot to spot what's what,

you better get a bit of what they've got.

Where they don't like a little, but a lot of erotomania.

You'll know bliss as soon as you get yours.

As we kiss on the moon-drenched shores of Transylvania."

The dancers stopped singing as Frank broke free of the lineup, marching to the front of the stage. Grasping the microphone stand with his other hand, he danced with it, grinding up and down its length as he continued to sing.

"Stay vain in Transylvania.

Stay sane in Transylvania.

Remain in Transylvania.

It's time and money well spent.

You only lose resentment,

and soon contentment could be yours.

On the sands of the moon-drenched shores of Transylvania."

Applause erupted as Frank finished his song. He returned the microphone to its stand and took a bow before he made his way off the stage. The normal music and dancing resumed as Frank began making his way through the crowd. Dr. Scott had rejoined Janet and Magenta, setting the plastic knife back down on the table.

"Are you mad?" Magenta scolded. "Were you really going to go up onstage and try to kill him in front of everyone? You didn't actually think that was going to work, did you?"

"I thought we were out of time," he replied. "I had to do something."

"With a plastic knife?"

"I didn't have many options."

"Stop it, both of you!" Janet snapped. "He said he's got something planned for later, so that means we have a little more time. We can at least think of something better than a plastic knife." She frowned. "And I'm still opposed to you killing."

"Killing?" came Frank's voice, and the three of them whirled around to find Frank standing behind them. He was, however, wearing a big smirk on his face. "Are you planning on joining in on the fun?"

Janet quickly shook her head. "That's not what I said. You must have misheard over all the noise."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then perhaps we should go somewhere a little quieter. Follow me."

He turned and began walking away. The others exchanged uncertain looks, wondering what his game was. Frank paused when he realized they weren't following and turned back to them, placing his hands on his hips.

"I suggest you follow me," he told them, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's really in your best interest."

He headed off again, fully expecting them to go after him. Some more looks were exchanged, but in the end, they decided to do what he said; at the very least, this might give them the chance they needed to put an end to the Transylvanian prince once and for all. So they very reluctantly went after him.

"Why does he want us to follow him?" Janet whispered suspiciously. "What does he want from us now?"

"Knowing the prince," Magenta whispered back, "probably a foursome."

Janet felt herself turn red at the bluntness of what the Transylvanian woman said, but then she realized that she wouldn't be the least bit surprised if that was indeed what Frank wanted from them. She may have given in to him the other night, but she was not going to take place in an orgy.

Yet she followed without complaint, as did the others. Frank led them out of the throne room and into the deserted hall. Without a word, he led them through the palace without so much as a glance back at them.

Finally, Janet couldn't take it anymore. "Where are you taking us?"

"Yes," Dr. Scott demanded. "What is this about?"

Frank finally looked back at them, looking annoyed. "Be grateful. I'm helping you escape."

(A/N: Well, well, this is an unexpected turn of events. Despite what he said before, Frank is actually going to help them escape. That's a surprise. What could have brought forth this change of heart? Or is it? For all we know, Frank could just be messing with them. It is Frank after all. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.)