As promised a couple of months ago, here is the start of Riff Raff's
perspective on the "Life from Life" fic. I want to dedicate this whole fic
to RegFrankieFan, unless it sucks, in which case I won't inflict it upon
anyone in particular. I've written about 9 chapters so far (the chapters
of this more or less correspond to the chapters in "Life from Life" but
they are a little off kilter) so it's not finished, but I've every
intention of doing so. I own nothing except the plot, the characters and
places in which the story is set are all Richard O'Brien's creations which
I believe are now property of the Fox corporation. So don't sue me.
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Absolute obedience to the master was the Transylvanian way. Magenta and I had been born into a lower class family, so we had been brought up knowing that we would amount to little more than menial tasks and service. It was hard not to dwell upon the injustice of the class system, especially as we were conditioned to have nothing but great respect for the enviable upper classes. The family we served were Transylvanian royalty, the Furters. They had a single child, a boy, Frank, four years older than me and seven years older than Magenta, my beautiful wretch of a sibling. From almost as soon as she could walk she had helped out with basic chores and, like me, she soon became a playmate for Frank. Having male company other than myself was something of a novelty for her, my father had passed away when mother was in her third month of carrying Magenta. My mother hadn't even known that she was pregnant until a week after father took his own life. I remember very little of that time, other than being sent to live with my aunt for a few weeks.
My sister had never known another male other than myself and Frank. She loved the "games" we would play, naïve child that she was, it took her a long time to realise what was going on when Frank's playtimes began to demand more of her. She was barely into a double-figured age before she had been given a taste of the forbidden fruit awaiting her in her teens. I thanked God that Frank had so far refrained from forcing her into full intercourse, small mercy though it was, it was enough to leave her pure in my eyes.
I suppose I should have known I was taking a risk by so readily putting her upon a pedestal. She was so beautiful, not only physically, but she was bright, intelligent and bubbly, such a dynamic person but her complete lack of self esteem meant that only a select few saw her like this, her true, charismatic self. She was also endowed with an innocence that made her seem almost child-like, ethereal even, she often seemed detached and not of this world. It was impossible for me not to fall in love with her, as more than just a sister. At first it was possible to reign in my feelings for her but as she began to develop into a delightful young woman, her behaviour towards me began to change. At first I thought I was imagining it but her flirtation was undeniable, she would catch my eye then glance away with a cheeky grin, she would deliberately brush against me whilst we worked and go out of her way to spend time around me. Like any lovestruck teenager I played along with her advances for a while, but almost as suddenly as it had begun, our flirtation ended, as if we had both come to our sense. I was completely head-over-heels for her, but she was my sister after all and feelings such as these towards family members were not only wrong but also completely intolerable in Transsexual society. In short, incest was considered a crime on a par with treason.
I don't know whether or not Frank suspected my feelings for Magenta from an early stage, but he seemed to take unbridled pleasure in describing to me what he had done and intended to do with my sister, just to watch me squirm. I was powerless against him, I couldn't even tell him to shut up without endangering myself, sometimes even Magenta. The violent punishments for the smallest of mistakes were readily administered by Frank, despite the relative lenience of his parents. I could stand the pain, by the time I was seventeen most of the skin of my back was only scar tissue anyway. Magenta however was not so jaded and once Frank learned that he could hurt me more through my sister than by direct punishment, my beloved wretch of a sister often had to endure the disciplinary action for my shortcomings as well as her own, which were few and far between compared to mine. This was a heinously unjust system but as a servant there was nothing I could do to stop it. I have never felt guilt so intense as the nights when Magenta would come home covered in bruises or with blood seeping through the back of her dress from the fresh whiplashes underneath. The best I could do for her was gently clean and dress her wounds, the poor girls felt such physical pain, but I never once heard her complain. Her stoicism was an inspiration; my treasured love suffered more than I would wish upon anyone. Except Frank.
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Well, what did you think? R and R please, chapter 2 is on it's way soon..
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Absolute obedience to the master was the Transylvanian way. Magenta and I had been born into a lower class family, so we had been brought up knowing that we would amount to little more than menial tasks and service. It was hard not to dwell upon the injustice of the class system, especially as we were conditioned to have nothing but great respect for the enviable upper classes. The family we served were Transylvanian royalty, the Furters. They had a single child, a boy, Frank, four years older than me and seven years older than Magenta, my beautiful wretch of a sibling. From almost as soon as she could walk she had helped out with basic chores and, like me, she soon became a playmate for Frank. Having male company other than myself was something of a novelty for her, my father had passed away when mother was in her third month of carrying Magenta. My mother hadn't even known that she was pregnant until a week after father took his own life. I remember very little of that time, other than being sent to live with my aunt for a few weeks.
My sister had never known another male other than myself and Frank. She loved the "games" we would play, naïve child that she was, it took her a long time to realise what was going on when Frank's playtimes began to demand more of her. She was barely into a double-figured age before she had been given a taste of the forbidden fruit awaiting her in her teens. I thanked God that Frank had so far refrained from forcing her into full intercourse, small mercy though it was, it was enough to leave her pure in my eyes.
I suppose I should have known I was taking a risk by so readily putting her upon a pedestal. She was so beautiful, not only physically, but she was bright, intelligent and bubbly, such a dynamic person but her complete lack of self esteem meant that only a select few saw her like this, her true, charismatic self. She was also endowed with an innocence that made her seem almost child-like, ethereal even, she often seemed detached and not of this world. It was impossible for me not to fall in love with her, as more than just a sister. At first it was possible to reign in my feelings for her but as she began to develop into a delightful young woman, her behaviour towards me began to change. At first I thought I was imagining it but her flirtation was undeniable, she would catch my eye then glance away with a cheeky grin, she would deliberately brush against me whilst we worked and go out of her way to spend time around me. Like any lovestruck teenager I played along with her advances for a while, but almost as suddenly as it had begun, our flirtation ended, as if we had both come to our sense. I was completely head-over-heels for her, but she was my sister after all and feelings such as these towards family members were not only wrong but also completely intolerable in Transsexual society. In short, incest was considered a crime on a par with treason.
I don't know whether or not Frank suspected my feelings for Magenta from an early stage, but he seemed to take unbridled pleasure in describing to me what he had done and intended to do with my sister, just to watch me squirm. I was powerless against him, I couldn't even tell him to shut up without endangering myself, sometimes even Magenta. The violent punishments for the smallest of mistakes were readily administered by Frank, despite the relative lenience of his parents. I could stand the pain, by the time I was seventeen most of the skin of my back was only scar tissue anyway. Magenta however was not so jaded and once Frank learned that he could hurt me more through my sister than by direct punishment, my beloved wretch of a sister often had to endure the disciplinary action for my shortcomings as well as her own, which were few and far between compared to mine. This was a heinously unjust system but as a servant there was nothing I could do to stop it. I have never felt guilt so intense as the nights when Magenta would come home covered in bruises or with blood seeping through the back of her dress from the fresh whiplashes underneath. The best I could do for her was gently clean and dress her wounds, the poor girls felt such physical pain, but I never once heard her complain. Her stoicism was an inspiration; my treasured love suffered more than I would wish upon anyone. Except Frank.
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Well, what did you think? R and R please, chapter 2 is on it's way soon..