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

chapter four

I rolled the cigarette between my teeth, playing with my gums and my lips as they curled sensually around the bud.

I threw my head back in ecstasy, exhaling and allowing the smoke to cling to my face. It poured from my lips in soft, delicate tendrils, cupping my cheeks and features elegantly as it dispersed into the air. I leant back in my seat, my legs crossed and air hitting the skin previously hidden by my slip. The air in the living room was warm.

My lipstick coated the end of the fag, and I rubbed the tip of it across my cheek, smearing the red lacquer. I smiled, a smoke was all I needed to calm my nerves.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, the hands reading twenty-seven minutes past three in the morning. My bed no longer served me, the stranger on my couch far too intriguing for fatigue to take me.

He slept with his back to me, his face buried into the couch cushions as his body pulsed with every breath. His breathing was heavy, filling the room with a gentle sound as smoke filled it. I smiled at myself; this hadn't been the first time I were in this situation.

I got up slowly, my bare feet touching the ground and carrying me to the window. I cracked it open, the outside air still smelling of fire and pine. I smiled, leaning on the windowsill and exhaling a large puff of smoke. I took another heavy drag, my lips curling around the end of the fag.

I tiptoed away from the window, finding my way back to my chair and sitting down gingerly. Frank hadn't stirred, but his breathing subsided and softened. I imagined he slipped into a deeper sleep, finally resting after whatever the hell happened to him.

I switched on the TV, rushing to it as to lower the volume. I crouched low in front of it, the small dial firmly in my fingers. I knew I couldn't be rude and awake Frank at such an hour. My fag hung between my fingers.

The TV was pure static, the white light filling the room in eerie silence. I reached my hand up slowly, my fingers gracing the antenna and turning it slowly. The damn thing never worked. It wasn't like the stone outer walls or the wooded patches helped my signal get any better.

I moved the antenna again, and the TV slowly flashed images of the Ed Sullivan Show, audience's laughing and music playing softly. The channel switched, flipping through endless tales of cowboys and jumping from one hero to the next. I let go of the antenna and kicked back onto my heels, the TV channels alternating with each passing second. Electricity grew into the air until I felt the hairs on my neck would catch fire. Sound filled the room, and the sounds grew and grew in my head as the channels switched at a speed I couldn't even imagine possible. My hands fell away from the television, my body lurking back in a terrified effort.

I fiddled with my slip nervously, the flashing of the TV screen nearly too much to handle. It never behaved like this. The lights were too strong and fast to bear.

I threw my hand on the screen in anguish, the power jolting my hand moderately. A shock ran through my body in terror. I let out a little yelp, the channel finally changing to the view of a singular man, faced away in a leather chair, a long cigarette firmly in his right hand. He turned in his place slowly. He looked towards the screen with a sense of anxiety, and for a scarce moment I believed he could see me. Silence grew long. Time stopped. It were only the man and I in that moment. Nothing else were existent. He moved to speak, but my finger slipped subconsciously and pressed the power button, and the TV grew silent.

Darkness grew in the room. I pressed my cig to my lips and took a long puff, the ambers momentarily lighting the room as I stood impulsively and turned the light on beside Frank.

He hadn't moved, I flicked the blanket off his shoulders and smiled to him gently. The Hank Williams tee clung to his shoulders and accentuated his muscle. Anxiety still coursed through me. My heart raced. Whatever had just happened was completely out of control, and scared me straight to my core.