Creature of the Night (A Rocky Horror and Frank N' Furter Fanfiction)

chapter one

I carefully made my way closer to where the lighting had struck. Flames had engulfed the area, and I could clearly make out the silhouette of a man lying in the midst of the new fire. The area was filled instantly, and I had to jump to avoid being hit with a wave of heat and flames. Already, the heat was unbearable. Rain washed over the scene uselessly, the fire far too strong.

The man was lying in the midst of the flames, collapsed upon the scorched earth and only wearing tight leather pants and a dirty white t-shirt. His hair, dark and curled, clung to his forehead to a thick mask of sweat, and I could hear his ragged breathing over the sound of the flames.

I didn't take a moment to stare, I could have time for that later. I stood behind him and attempted to lift him up slightly and slide my arms under his armpits. He wasn't very heavy at all, and he certainly did not look it.

I dragged him away from the scorched ground, and tried so hard to pull him onto a safe path. My stone cottage was about a twenty minute walk from the edge of the forest, but it would take longer trying to drag him behind me. I wasn't strong enough to carry him, and he wasn't strong enough to attempt to stand. My options were desperately few.

He groaned lightly, attempting to speak as I pulled him from the flames. His head lolled. The fire was spreading fast, the sound of the popping wood and roaring flames much louder than anything else. Panic rose into my chest, but I knew in order to make it out, I had to remain calm and be my strongest. I was always strong.

He mumbled something, and that's all I needed to know that he was okay. I kept pulling him, huffing and puffing but not giving up. I couldn't give up, he'd be left here to die. I wasn't about to do that. Honestly, I couldn't have anymore dirt on my hands than what I already did, and if the police decided they wanted to investigate and find a burnt carcass, well then, that could be lead back to me. I'm the only one out here.

Alarms sounded in the distance, and that alerted me that the officials were already aware of the fire. That meant I definitely couldn't leave him here. That meant I had to move, fast.

I panted heavily, sweat slicking my body that in any other instance would have been erotic. My hair clung to my skin, and the heat  dried my eyes and throat, and swelled into my nose and burnt my skin and was a truly overpowering feeling. I began to fear for my life as limbs fell more and more around me, threatening me.

The fire never ceased to be upon me, and I found it increasingly difficult to drag him from it. It grew faster than I could walk, and in a moment of panic I dropped him, scanning my surroundings and searching for a way out. I spotted one and ducked down to his level, trees snapping and collapsing in the distance.

"I need you to be strong," I whispered, not even sure if he could hear me. "I'll get you out of this."

He leant his head back towards me, telling me he understood but also getting his wet curls stuck to my arm. I got up quickly with a huff, wrapping my arms under his shoulders again and dragging him towards the only way out.

I was faster this time, noticing the limbs of trees crashing down all around me. Waves of heat penetrated my entire body, and despite it all, I somehow remained focused. Adrenaline coursed through me as I ran through the flames, the snapping and popping fading into background noise as my heartbeat grew into my ears. I could feel my blood pumping through my entire body; it was exhilarating.

I could tell by the state of the flames that some firemen had begun to work on the farthest side of the flames. I was far enough away, close to escaping. I still needed a break, a proper breath of fresh air. I felt sweat drip down my brow, and I put out a tiny flame that had accumulated on the man's thigh. There were no signs of a burn, so I picked him back up and dragged closer to the path, eager to get far away from any government officials. I didn't want any questions shoved down my throat today.

I dropped him and collapsed to my knees, his head resting on my chest as he palmed the ground. I pulled him to a safe clearing, the one I had avoided earlier. I could see the path to my cottage in the distance. I noticed with a whiff of a terrible scent that some of his curls had been singed and were smoking softly.

The man moaned gently, breathing in short rapid breaths and trying to compose himself. I had no idea what he went through, but with the soot and sweat plastered about his skin, he looked exhausted. His limbs were limp, but his shallow breaths told me he was alive. That was all. His dark curls were filled with dirt, and sweat, and well, everything. His facial features glistened in the light of the fire. He was charming.

"Can you stand?" I whispered, clutching my chest as I coughed. "I have a place close by-" I coughed into my fist. "You can stay-" I stood and coughed again.

He sat up, slowly at first, but then forced himself all the way up. He looked to me with large doe eyes and lifted his hand from the ground.

I responded by grabbing his hand, helping him from the ground and slinging his arm over my shoulder. He was taller than me, maybe by half a foot but not more than that. He leant into me, not too much, I could tell he just wanted to stand for himself. I felt a radiated sense of strength in his presence, and that made me certain he could make it all the way to my cottage walking. His presence was thrilling, I felt a sort of sultry adventure was rising.

I began to walk towards my cottage, and I noticed the fire had almost been completely extinguished by the time we were halfway there. I could see the exact path to my house, and, supporting him, we both made it there in nearly double the time. Thirty-eight minutes. Nearly forty minutes of a blazing fire; close enough to town to be saved.

I opened the door and aided him to the couch, where he slumped onto and passed out immediately. I kicked the door shut with my foot and locked it, seeing no tendrils of smoke rising from the wreck.

I turned to him on my couch. His shirt was covered completely in dirt and soot, and soaked with sweat. I wouldn't press him now, I would let him sleep, but the second he awoke I knew I had to question him and get him cleaned up. I couldn't have a ball of sweat and soot in my house.

I sighed and left him. I walked down the hall, my steps uneven and waves of exhaustion attempting to wash over me. My eyes were heavy, my limbs weak. My entire body was a weight for me to carry until I could rest.

I lazily pushed my bedroom door open, kicking off my boots and throwing myself down on my bed.

Sleep hit me immediately.