The First Kiss of Madness (The Rocky Horror Picture Show fan fiction)

Chapter Three: Emilia

Emma met Frank N Furter before I did. Unlike her, my life was not bad or suffering in any way. It was really good, actually. My career was beginning to move forward, I was free of my crazy parents, and I was just beginning to live on my own. That was, until I met Him. 

I was on my way to the new club in the shady part of town, where maybe I’d get lucky for the first time. Walking alone through the dark streets was a bit frightful, and I could hear snickering coming from the shadows. 

I was street away from the club when these two buff guys stopped me. 

“Oh man, she’s quite a pretty pearl ain’t she, Drake?” The scruffy guy said. 

The other guy, Drake, agreed, “Man, she’s innocent. I can smell it.”

They began circling me, and looking me up and down.

“H-hey!” My voice quivered, “Don’t do that!” The scruffy one grinned, a toothless grin. 

My heart began to race. They were going to kill me, for Drake pulled a silver switchblade with funny engravings, that resembled dragons, on the side.

“Looking for a party pet?” They both laughed.

“Do it!” 

The scruffy one lunged at me, and I screamed as loud as I could. But before I could manage to even move, he had me on the ground. His grimy hands were reaching for my jeans, still holding the blade. His partner in crime, Drake, was standing behind him laughing like the fat cow he is. As he fiddled with my jeans and the zipper, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, 

“It’ll be good, pet. Gentle, and rough. All at the same time. First me, then my bud over there. Ya understand? But if you scream, I’m gonna have to stick ya with my blade. Or just cut your pretty little throat here,” he traced his finger across my throat, “and let you here to bleed.” 

I held my breath, trying as hard as I could not to scream. I felt the jeans loosen when he unzipped them, and my eyes began to swell when he started to slide them off. I was afraid to move, let alone fight him off. I didn’t know what it was going to feel like, and if he’d really just kill me afterwards.

But before he could get them mid-thigh, this scruffy moron yelped! Someone had struck him! He rolled off me to the left side of me, and his buddy had whipped around, blocking my view. 

“Warren! You alright man?” Drake screamed.

Warren was rolling on the ground next to me, cradling him shoulder and back. A sound rang through the air, and big, clumsy Drake fell to the ground. 

A frightfully handsome man in fishnet stockings, a leather jacket, and heels was standing in his place. He held a whip in his hands, ready to strike again. Him. 

I scrambled to my feet, tugging at my skinny jeans. I fastened them quickly, and was backing up ready to scream bloody murder. I’ll never forget the terror in his eyes that night. Like a victim of love’s disasters come back to avenge himself. They frightened me, but at the same time I felt safe. I felt something against my back, and realized I had backed up against a wall. Great, was all I thought. 

The victims of his whip were moaning in agony, but rising from the cold asphalt. They staggered for a moment, but hastily went in for the fight. He laughed, and gladly fought them. Whipping and kicking, punching and screaming, filled the silent night. I stood motionless, watching Him. He was confident, and not a fool like my stalkers. Not too long, he had the monsters retreating into the night.

Brushing himself off, He walked towards me and took me in his arms. The warmth filled me with calmness, and that when I realized how much I had been shaking. 

“Are you alright,” He whispered in my ear. I leaned back to look at his eyes again. They were still scary looking, but longing.

“Who are you?” 

“Frank N Furter.” An odd name, Furter.

“Why did you save me, not that I don’t appreciate it!” I didn’t want to sound ungrateful.

“How about you tell me your name, and not worry about the small favor.” He smiled.

“Taylor.” Who cares about last names.

“Would you like to go to the club with me?” I took his hand, and went along with him. There was something about him that was screaming at me to run, but he was so alluring and dangerous I couldn’t refuse.

The rest of the night was spent dancing and getting drunk. 

It must’ve been close to six in the morning when we stumbled out into the misty morning of dawn. Frank N Furter was supporting my staggering, and laughing with me about the night we had just had completely ignoring the fact I was almost rapped a few hours ago. 

Frank was walking towards South Ave. near the intersection of Lexington Ave. and McCray Ave. and he pulled me along with him. I had no idea where he was taking me until we rounded a corner where a black motorcycle was parked. He let go of my arm and gestured a helmet at me.

I shook my head, “I don’t really know about this, Frank.”

“Ssh, darling it’ll be alright. I have something to show you.” He had clear intentions that I did not want to be apart of. 

“I think I better go home now.” I turned around, and strutted down the sidewalk.

“You only live once you know,” He yelled after me.

I spun around on my heel, and looked at him. I thought about it for a moment. With the sun beginning to rise I could clearly see what he had on. Aside from the curious heels and fishnets, his corset and leather jacket led me to assume that he lived a wild life. Fuck it, was all I thought and I joined him on the back of his bike.

When we arrived at his castle, I couldn’t see much because he parked around back. But he wasn’t shy about being loud with his bike. He left the key in it, and threw the helmets aside. His curly dark hair was matted from the helmet. I could only imagine what I looked like. Inside wasn’t all that spiffy looking, but it was mysterious. He led me to a lift, and brought me many flights upstairs to a lab. My heart raced a little, but quickly slowed when he grabbed my hand and led me to a door off to the side. 

The bedroom was a dream. And what happened inside it, under his sheets can be left to the excitable imagination. There was only one thing I missed when we initially walked through the lab, and that was my future twin Emma. But at the time, she was still Sabrina and unknown to me. I only saw her out of the corner of my eye and hadn’t realized it. I was too dazed by Frank to notice much of anything.

I must have fallen asleep after we had sex, because when I finally woke up I was alone and cold. The room was completely vacant, and lifeless. I also noticed that I was completely naked due to the large ceiling mirror above the bed. On the bed next to me lay an ensemble for me to get dressed. There was a red corset, fishnet stockings with ruffled black garters, and ruby red heels. There was also a hair accessory that was a black flower thingy. 

When I dressed, I examined myself in the mirror. It looked really pretty with my long, brown hair and my blue eyes. I heard muffled sounds outside the door that startled me. I jumped off the bed, and headed for the door when it was flung open. Frank stood there with something in his hand, which was behind his back. He smiled and lifted his other hand to my face.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” And strangely I did.

“Then let the experiment begin.” And the needle seized my neck, it’s sticky syrup taking me over. I felt myself being hoisted from the ground and I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was lying a table that I strapped to. There was a beautiful blonde girl next to me who was just coming to it as well. She was dressed exactly like me, except all in blue instead of the red which I wore. I stared at her. When her head finally lulled to the side and she saw me, I muttered “Help.” 

***I hope this chapter was thrilling! Not as kinky as Emma's affair with Frank, but you'll soon come to find out how shy Emilia really is. Stay tuned for chapter four next week! Sorry for taking so long. Enjoy :) Feel free to leave comments and predictions of what's to come next!!!***