Frank N' Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction)

At the Frankenstein Place

(This chapter might get slightly uncomfortable later, just a warning. :D  ) 

After we got back to the park, we sat on the same bench we met on the night before, and sat and looked at the clouds passing above us, and just admired the beauty. He scooted closer to me, and we just stared until we heard the rev of the Harley once again. The bike turned the corner out of the wooded drive, and pulled off to the side of the road that was closest to Frank and me. We got in the same spots as the first time, and started making our way back to the ominous castle. 

It began to sprinkle once again, and the chilly October air brought goosebumps to my arms. I shivered and he noticed that, causing him to take off his large fluffy jacket and hand it off to me. I slung it over my shoulders and we walked under the arch of the large door. He knocked and Riff-Raff, now fully clothed, opened the door. "Master... Welcom back." He smirked and I could feel his eyes follow me as we walked through the door. I walked and stood behind Frank, and wrapped the jacket around me tighter.  

"How are the arrangements looking so far?" He asked Riff-Raff.

"All in order. Magenta began planning the dinner and desserts not too long ago." He responded, running his fingers throught the feather duster in his hand. 

"What were the meal options?" He asked.

"Well, she is yet to settle on one  idea, but she thinking a smoked salmon and a creamy soup of some sort. And a salad for every tra-... guest. For dessert we were thinking a personal creme brulee  for each guest. And our finest wine from the cellar for each guest as well." 

"That sounds delicious..." Riff-Raff flashed a small yet confident smile. "But, it's a lot." 

"Did you have a preference?" He asked, the smile going away.

"Ignore it for now. I will think about it, and get back to you when I decide. Don't force it, I'll come to you." 

"But we should probably start preparing now, because we need to get what we need a-"

Frank drew his hand across Riff-Raff's face, making a squeak come from the lanky man's vocal chords. I winced in pain and thought about the last interaction I had with my mother before I left. "Let me think for myself. Understand?" 

"Yes... master." He replied, bringing his bony hand to his cheek. 

Frank turned away from Riff-Raff, and faced me. Taking the hand that moments before had been slapping the servant, I pulled Frank into a tight hug and began to sob. 

"Darling, what's the matter?" He cooed, rubbing his hand along my back in effort to comfort me. 

No words could come out. Only wimpers and gasps. 

"Shhhh..." He swayed back and forth squeezing me tighter. I did the same and we did for a while. I was shocked when he bent down and placed a hand on the back of my thighs, lifting me off of the ground and carrying me. I didn't object. 

He was only about 6 inches taller than me and was fairly thin, but seemed to carry me without any struggle. He took me into a different room than the night before with a large round bed with a wooden canopy bed frame draped in iridescent fabric. In my tired haze, he lay me at the foot of the bed and sat next to me. I curled up and turned on my side, resting my head in his lap. He took the hairtie out and the braided bun that had been in a tight up-do for hours flopped out. He ran his fingers throught the tight  braids so they were untangled. Tears began to flow once again. Not of sadness, but of reassurance. I had always thought I would be stuck in the same shitty life I had been before. But this new feeling of comfort and a shoulder to cry on made me do just that; cry.