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

Chapter Thirteen: Draco

Emma

Where was Emilia?

I went looking for her in Frank’s lab. But when I got there, things got out of hand.

Frank N Furter was busy working away at something and slamming things. There was blood on the floor, and a body on the table with something sticking out of its’ chest. I moved closer to the body and realized it was Warren! Frank killed him? But I wanted to get rid of him myself! I sighed.

I stroked the object in his chest, which was a knife, and shouted at Furter.

“Would you calm down and stop slamming things!”

He shouted back at me, “Don’t start with me, Emma, I’m not in the mood!”

“Obviously,” I sneered. He poked his head out from a nearby closet and gave me a dirty look. He then walked over towards the blood puddle, with gloves on, and snorted.

“Did you kill him? Why? What made you, because I got the impression you weren’t going to?”

“I didn’t do this.”

“Then who did!?”

“Emilia did,” He smiled. “She has become a true Transylvanian now.” He began cleaning up the blood on the table, totally ignoring the puddle on the floor. He pulled out the knife, and set it aside.

“Emilia did! Whoa, that’s absurd. She’s no murderer.” There’s no way she did it, but then again Frank N Furter wouldn’t lie about that. 

“Well guess again.” He walked over to his monitor and called for Riff and Magenta to come clean his lab.

Riff and Magenta came swiftly with Columbia trailing behind them. They were all curious about the blood on the floor. 

“What happen?” Columbia’s mouse pitched voice asked.

“Emilia,” I said, still shocked about it.

Riff and Magenta looked at each other with a look of “I told you so.” But they remained quiet. 

“Why?” Columbia asked.

“It doesn’t matter why, just clean it up!” Frank N Furter chimed in.

“Yes, master,” Riff and Magenta said in unison. I just looked at Frank, “What about the body Frank? We just can’t leave it here.”

“I don’t know. Drakes body is still out back too.” He was furious, but not about the two murderers. 

I walked over to him, and placed my arms around him from behind. “Frank N Furter, prince of Transylvania, what happened my love? There’s more isn’t there? Tell me about it?” In my most seductive voice.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows at me. I looked up in his eyes and smiled, then I whispered, “won’t you tell me about it?” That did it for him. I could feel his manhood pressing against my body. And I could feel three pairs of eyes on my back. Frank didn’t care that they were starring, and he began kissing me. Now normally when I kiss someone, it’s just a kiss, but Frank makes me moan. So here I was giving my audience a satisfying moan when they didn’t need it.

I knew that if I seduced him successfully, I would get what i needed out of him. It’s very easy to get the truth from someone by seducing them. When a guy is all about sex, you never get emotionally attached. You never fall for his games, and you most definitely never fall in love with him, because he’ll hurt you. Especially with a man like Frank N Furter. But too bad for me then. He led me from the lab into his room undressing me as we reached the bed.