Chapter 1 – Heels and Cigarettes
The first sound that Veronica had ever heard was the slow, but loud tapping of footsteps. As the sound grew closer, she began to open her eyes. Veronica, completely unaware of whom or where she was, was laying on her back with her hands placed gently by her sides. The first sight she had ever saw was what appeared to be a woman, dressed in fishnet tights, high heels and an overall revealing outfit.
“Hello, Veronica,” the unknown individual said. “I’m your master, you know? I’m Dr. Frank N Furter. Don’t be alarmed by the way that I look. I’m just a sweet transvestite, darling,” he smiled. Veronica jolted up and edged herself to the back of the bed, away from her master. “Oh, Veronica,” he clambered onto the bed and sat directly opposite her, barely a foot away. “There’s no need to be fearful of me.” He paused. “Come here!” he laughed, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her lips. She shrieked.
“But master, I don’t even know you…or me, for that matter. Please, sir, please just tell me what I’m doing here,” she begged. The fear was displaying itself through her voice and her hands were shaking, almost uncontrollably.
“Well,” Frank N Furter began. “You see, I’m in need of a new servant.
“A servant?” Veronica gasped. “What do you mean servant?”
“To cook, to clean, to pleasure me,” he winked. “Oh, and your uniform is over there.” Pointing to the wardrobe, Frank got up and dimmed down the lights in the room. He waited for his new creation by the door, impatiently. Veronica got up cautiously and walked over to the wardrobe, where inside, hung a skimpy black dress with stockings and bright red shoes.
“What’s this? I can’t wear this,” she cried.
“Of course you can, and you will. Don’t forget the make-up, either. That’s an essential element of my plan.” Without any hesitation, Veronica began to undress and change into her new outfit. Frank N Furter, of course, watched. “Oh, you look marvellous!”
“I still don’t know who I am, master.” Veronica’s voice had suddenly become stronger and more firm.
“Okay, okay. Sit back on the bed and I’ll start from the beginning,” Frank said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. So, that’s what they did, and he explained everything. He told her about how she was his first creation in which he had given her absolute intelligence and experience. He bragged about being the best scientist, capable to designing truly anything. “You see, you’re the newest improvement in biochemical research!”
“Am I supposed to be happy about that? I was created to serve a transvestite with absolutely no morals and empathy?” Veronica snapped. There was an awkward silence. It lasted for no longer than ten seconds, but it felt like a whole hour for Frank N Furter, debating what would be the appropriate thing to say. He eventually opened his mouth.
“You’ll meet everyone tomorrow,” he said. He stood up and walked over to the door, and then he froze. He didn’t turn around to look at Veronica, but instead told her that formal wear was optional.
“I must have really hurt him,” Veronica worried. She managed to glance at herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her hair was bright red and lay perfectly on her hips. She had pale skin, green eyes and ruby red lips. While she was undoubtedly Frank’s most beautiful and intellectual creation to date, Veronica refused to be just another one of his servants. “What an awful man,” she whispered to herself, as she carefully applied the bright red lipstick left on her desk. Suddenly, there was a pounding knock on the door and she dropped the make-up onto the floor in panic. “Who’s there?” she called. There was no answer. She edged herself towards the door and put one hand on the handle. Turning it in apprehension, all kind of thoughts whizzed her through head. The door opened and standing there was a woman. She was a lot shorter than Veronica and wore very colourful clothing; a golden top hat, a red bow tie and a multi-coloured dress.
“You’re wanted upstairs,” the woman said in a high-pitched voice.
“What’s your name?” Veronica asked, slowly opening the door a little wider.
“Just call me Columbia.” Columbia was one of Frank’s first servants. She was obviously very experienced in the work that her master made her do and portrayed this in her confident personality.
“Hi Columbia. Dr. Frank n Furter told me that my name was Veronica.”
“If you’ll come with me, I’ll take you upstairs. The master has a surprise for you.” She paused and eyed up the beautiful woman standing in front of her, almost mesmerized.
“Is something wrong?” Veronica worried, looking taken aback.
“Oh, no, no.” She turned around and walked down the corridor. She stopped and turned back to the door, where Veronica was still standing. “Are you coming?” she called. They took the lift to the floor above and Columbia stepped out first. She took one step to the right and Veronica saw her master standing just ten feet away from her. He was wearing a green lab coat over his outfit and wore pale pink gloves. No one else was in the room.
“Thank you, Columbia,” Frank said, and she left. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” he asked. He was now only a few feet away and Veronica’s heart started pounding hard against her chest. Not knowing what to say, she just nodded. Frank put one arm around her and pointed to a naked statue of a man. “Isn’t it beautiful? Made it myself, you know?”
“I’m glad you like it as much as I do,” he smiled and removed his arm from his creation. “Do you know what’s so weird?”
“No, I don’t.” Veronica began to move around the room, feeling the walls, smelling the scent of the air and trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the first hour of her life. Frank continued talking, even though she was barely listening.
“You’re my first creation that wouldn’t accept my advances.” He turned his back on her, as she paused and turned around to ask a question. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, he continued. “I didn’t have any trouble with Magenta, or Columbia, or Rocky.”
“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“You need to loosen up and take things as they come. I can pleasure you right now, if you’d let me.” He winked at her and lit up a cigarette.
“That’s quite all right, thank you.” Veronica walked away from him and toward the lift. As she pressed the button, she listened to the first sound she heard, echoing the room. The footsteps, one by one, were again, very loud and slow. Then it stopped. She spun around Frank was standing directly in front of her.
“I have taken a particular interest in you, so don’t think you’re going to be able to avoid me forever,” he said. His voice was strangely posh and he had a way of making anything sound charming, but Veronica wasn’t like the others. She didn’t want his offers of sex and didn’t want to be a slave to him, so she turned around and looked into his brown eyes and smiled.
“I need a friend, master,” she said eventually. She looked at the floor and her eyes filled up with tears. “I know no one, except for you and Columbia. I don’t think she likes me very much, though. I’m so alone. Why did you have to create me?” She looked up and for the very first time in his life, Frank felt empathy. He didn’t try to take advantage of her or manipulate her feelings, but instead, gave her comforting words.
“I called you up here to give you something.” He pulled out a necklace with a scarlet jewel on it. “I’m alone, too, Veronica. I don’t belong here and I’d do anything to go back, but I can’t,” he said, putting the necklace around her neck.
“Thank you,” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“Do you know why I created you?” He placed one hand on her cheek. She shook her head. “I needed a servant,” he winked.
“What do you need me to do?” The tears faded away and she smiled with gratitude.
“It’s late now. You can go back to your room and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sure.” She paused and sighed. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier, by the way. What must you think of me, huh?”
“You’ll find out,” he laughed. Veronica smiled one last time and went down the lift. The corridor was dark and she struggled to walk to her room in her huge heels. Finally, she reached her door and turned the handle. She took a good look at everything in her room and was surprised by just how beautiful it was.
“Wow,” she whispered. “Did Frank really do all of this for me?” She ran her fingers along the side of the bed. It was four foot high with black pillows and red curtains surrounding the bed, with a gothic chandelier above it. She shifted her eyes over to the back of the room and saw a double door. It was a balcony. She stood outside and saw the moon for the first time. There was a slight breeze and she kicked off her heels, looking over the edge and feeling very relaxed. Something came over Veronica that night that would change the way she thought of her master and her strong personality, for she had fallen in love without realizing. Frank had brought out the softer side of her, which she had hidden away in their first encounter. As she shut her eyes and breathed in the fresh air of the outdoors, she heard her name being called and turned around instantly. “Who’s there?” she called. She walked back into the bedroom. Silence. “Who’s there?” she asked again. There was no answer. Deep down, she had hoped it would be her master, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit, or even accept this. She sat on the edge of her bed and held the scarlet jewel in her hand, and gave it a kiss before taking it off and putting it on her bedside table. Then she stood up. She took her black dress off; her stockings and make-up, too. Pyjamas hung on the hanger in her wardrobe, so she slipped them on and just stared at herself in the mirror. “Why is everything red?” she asked herself, feeling her red pyjama top. She thought nothing more of it and lay on her bed. It was just two hours ago that she woke up and saw her master looking down at her, but she was already feeling nostalgic of her first memories that had been shared with the only man she knew. The day was over and Veronica had conflicting emotions of gratitude, sadness and guilt of how the events of that night had been played out. She turned over, facing the door and drifted off into a deep sleep, feeling pleasantly excited for the morning.
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