A/N: This story is based on an RP which started in June and still isn't finished. Read & Review this long story where the girls are little kids growing up together instead of Miracle being raised by Brad and Janet.
The day was a normal, warm but not too sunny day. Women were out in their gardens doing gardening. However something not normal was happening. A girl of no more than Five foot walked about, her caramel colored curls falling around her face as she looked around. Her face showed no recognition of the place she was walking about in. Her face was a soft heart shape, the skin smooth, and her eyes were looking around. Her lips were a soft pink. There came a pick-up with a snake of a guy driving and looking around. He looked out the window, feeling bored due to his house being empty and he sent certain people out to run errands for him, so he was alone with nothing to do.
He looked at the women happily tending to their gardens and grinned to himself like he hit the woman jackpot. The women ignored the man in the truck, and only some glanced at the out of place girl. They however were too preoccupied with making sure their gardens were pretty enough. The girl brought a hand to her mouth as she looked around. She didn't know where she was but didn't want to disturb any of the busy women. She seemed a little confused too and almost stumbled off the path as she wasn't paying attention to her feet.
The man stopped his truck, glancing at the girl. "Excuse me, my dear? Are you lost?" he greeted her with a deep, velvet voice that could make anyone's ears tingle and hearts race.
The girl looked at the man in the truck. Her eyes showed relief, maybe this man could help her. "Um, yes sir..." she said, clasping her hands in front of her. She glanced around. "I was meant to be going somewhere, but I was dropped off here..." she explained, softly. She brushed a strand of her curly hair out of her face.
"Oh, my, are you hungry or thirsty? Perhaps I can give you a telephone?" the man, at least the girl thought he was a man, offered. His voice was now cool and concerned for her.
She offered him a small smile. "I'd really appreciate the help... I don't know where I am, and I don't even know where I was properly meant to go..." she said softly, her voice sounding worried. She felt like this man was so nice, and she actually didn't fully. But she could always call her old guardian and ask where she was meant to go.
"Hop in, my dear, I don't bite..." the man said, then smirked devilishly with a chuckle as he said that. Once she was settled, he started his truck and drove out of the garden party to take her to his place.
The girl watched out the window, sneaking glances at the kind man. She was struck by his exotic looks. She was showing respect though by how her posture was. "Thank you for this..." she said, sweetly. She then thought an introduction was necessary. "My name is Sarah-Anne by the way, sir." she said softly.
The man smiled at her, quickly shaking her hand as they came to a brief stop sign. He kissed the top of her hand like a gentleman. "Enchante... My name is Dr. Frank-N-Furter... how do you do, my dear?" he put both hands on the wheel, then continued to drive as he went deep into a forest where his place was and saw two figures going in with bags. "Ah, they have come back."
Sarah-Anne looked at the figures and then Frank. "Who, Dr. Furter?" she asked, not wanting to pry, and being more polite by calling by his title and last name. She was obviously very polite and seemed very trusting.
"My servants," Frank replied, stopping the truck on the grounds. "They are my domestic, Magenta, and my handyman, Riff Raff."
Sarah-Anne nodded and looked at them. She then blinked and looked at him, a little surprised. If they were his workers, why would he offer a waif like her help? She was lost, she didn't know what she was meant to do or where she was meant to go and she didn't have much to offer in repayment.
Frank opened the door to let himself out and let Sarah-Anne out, taking her hand to help her to the castle. "Watch your step, my dear. "
Sarah-Anne blushed slightly as he took her hand. "Thank you, Dr. Furter." she told him. When they were safely out of the car, she glanced around. It was truly a magnificent place. She felt so tatty and dirty compared to how well Frank looked and as she looked at the castle. It made her feel inferior, and she would repay 'Dr. Furter's' kindness by any respectful means she could.
"Are you hungry? Need a drink?" Frank asked, letting her inside. He then noticed some cold stares at him then he turned to his servants. "Both of you stop staring, she wanted to come here."
Sarah-Anne flushed embarrassed, she caused him some trouble already. "Just a glass of water, Dr. Furter, I don't want to be any trouble or worry..." she said, softly. She then looked at the handyman and domestic. "He's being kind enough to help me out, that's why I'm here..." she told them, nervously, but still determined to defend the man helping her.
Riff Raff looked at her, his blonde eyebrow raising slightly. Frank really had picked up a surprising girl, he had never encountered anyone who would defend someone that they didn't know.
"Okay," Frank nodded and went to the water cooler to get her a cup from the ball room he usually had for when he held his affairs known as annual conventions.
"You better vatch out for Frank..." Magenta, the domestic, spoke up, revealing a very thick accent, and she folded her arms, looking a little peeved with Sarah-Anne even if she had just met her.
Sarah-Anne looked at her. "Why would I need to do that? Dr. Furter has been nothing, but kind and helpful to me." she said, still polite, but a little icy with how Magenta was acting.
Riff Raff looked at Magenta. "Sister, remember she has only just met the...Master." he reminded her, quietly. He would let the girl find out on her own, so she wouldn't be blinded from how he was. She wouldn't believe if she didn't find out for herself.
Magenta whipped her head back, avoiding the eye contact. "Poor clueless child..." she mumbled.
Frank came back with some water, handing the cup filled with the cool liquid to his guest. 'I hope it's to your liking."
Sarah-Anne took a sip of the water and smiled. She nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Furter, it's really nice, thank you." she told him, ignoring Magenta's last mumbling.
Riff looked at Frank. He wondered what the Prince was up to bringing back this girl.
"I still don't trust this..." Magenta whispered to Riff Raff, worried about the girl being caught in a trap from Frank with him being the way he usually was.
Riff nodded. "But, we can't do anything unless the girl requests it, or we'll be accused of meddling." he whispered back.
"I'm glad, can I get you anything else?" Frank offered, with the most gentle smile he could offer away from his giant grin.
Sarah-Anne looked at him. She felt her stomach flutter at the gentle smile, having been used to grim or mean looks for a while. "If I could use your phone, I'd be grateful, Doctor..." she said.
"Of course, it's in the foyer down there." Frank pointed to a closed door with a little table with a phone on it next to the stairway. He then turned to the siblings, crossing his arms. "Riff Raff, keep your sister under control... I hate to have a jealousy fight over moi..."
Magenta growled at him, accusing her of being jealous. Sarah-Anne went to call her old guardian. She offered Frank a smile before she went though. She seemed to dial and seem to wait for ages. Riff Raff placed a hand on Magenta's arm, he knew if she lost her calm then everything would be worse. He knew Magenta wasn't jealous over Frank.
"I still need a stitch fixed in my jacket... How can I expect anyone to take me seriously if I wear this jacket with a tear in it?" Frank scoffed, removing his jacket to reveal his transgendered clothing.
"Oh, and people take you seriously in those clothes everyday?" Magenta asked quietly, mainly whispering a joke to Riff Raff.
Riff smirked slightly, but it quickly disappeared. He looked calmly at the girl.
Sarah-Anne sighed softly as she came out. "No answer..." she said, softly. She then noticed Frank's clothes, but the thing that caught her attention mostly was his ripped jacket. "Do you have a thread and needle, Dr. Furter? I'll fix your jacket as you've been so kind to me." she told him.
"Erm... Why, yes..." Frank nodded. "Magenta, show her where the working equipment is..."
Magenta nodded with a dead look in her eyes. "Yes, Master..." she gritted through her teeth. "Come." she demanded, taking Sarah-Anne's arm and pulling her to attend to the jacket.
Sarah-Anne carefully folded the jacket, holding it in her arm. She allowed Magenta to pull her along as she was going to fix the Jacket as she felt so much gratitude to Frank for helping her. Once they got to the room she got to work on fixing the jacket for Frank. Magenta had to admit that Sarah-Anne seemed very skilled and well into her work. She didn't say anything though, but kept her arms crossed and watched the woman work in the way she knew best of doing.
"I think I'm going to like this girl..." Frank purred at the newest guest once he was alone with Riff Raff.
Riff Raff looked at him. "She may not stay, Master..." he said, his voice monotone as usual.
"Oh, just wait... They always like to stay for the night." Frank smirked, really sure of himself.
Riff rolled his eyes behind Frank's back, agreeing that it was a possibility to his face though, and went to take the bags upstairs.
Magenta had to admit that Sarah-Anne seemed very skilled and well into her work. She didn't say anything though, but kept her arms crossed and watched the woman work in the way she knew best of doing.
Sarah-Anne nodded once she did the last stitch needed. "All fixed..." she said, softly, inspecting her work. She gave her everything she worked on, or doing, but she felt that it had to be perfect to be classed as an 'okay' job.
"That's impressive..." Magenta whispered, then cleared her throat and spoke up, taking the jacket, almost snatching it. "I mean, I've seen better!" she looked all around the jacket to see if there were any other possible stitches out of place Frank might have missed.
Sarah-Anne had started to smile but it fell. Was it not good enough? Would Frank be ashamed to wear the jacket due to her not perfect stitching? She may have been a pretty thing to look at but she had to have things just right or it would play on her mind.
"Oh, girls, you've come back." Frank clapped his hands together.
"Yes, she has finished your jacket...Master..." Magenta was known for sounding hateful every time she called Frank master. Mostly because it was demeaning and she really hated it. If she had the chance, she would kill Frank as soon as possible, but she would be gratefully punished back home if she did such a travesty.
Sarah-Anne nervously clasped her hands in front of her and started to tug at her fingers as she waited to see what Frank thought. She caught the hate Magenta had in her tone but was more preoccupied by the thought of what Frank would think.
Frank gently took the jacket and looked around it with a smile. "Thank you, Sarah-Anne, you're just a peach."
Magenta snickered and slithered her way to Riff Raff and put his arm around her.
Riff looked at Magenta and held her to him. "That Earthling is just like a small baby dog..." he muttered, and sneakily gave Magenta a kiss.
"I know, but-" Magenta stopped talking as Riff used the magic spark by giving her affection. She moaned softly and pouted. "How dare you interrupt me..." she pouted childishly, but didn't mean it since she was now in a better mood.
Riff Raff chuckled slightly. "Easily..." he told her and kissed her again. Luckily they wouldn't have to work until tomorrow, the only lenience Frank showed when they had to go away, and come back at a later time.
Magenta purred and took his hand. "Let's get out of there... I need your help..."
Riff smirked coyly and pulled Magenta along. He was ready to have some more fun with his love. Magenta let out a pleasurable giggle. Riff led her to his room, it being the closest room.
"Oh, this looks so lonely at night..." Magenta cooed, hating to have sleep away from her brother. Even before they became incestuous, they been sleeping together since their parents died when they were very young.
Riff nodded sagely. "Oh, yes..." he agreed, not lying, but not telling that to upset her. He wanted to spend at least one night with her in the castle.
"I'm lonely too... I have Columbia in my room vith me... But it's not the same..." Magenta plopped herself down next to him and scooted closely, stroking his hair.
Riff brought a hand to the back of her neck and leaned in to kiss her. Magenta shuddered seductively and she pulled him closer. Riff kissed her deeply and was looking forward to being able to spend a proper night with her. Magenta sighed and enjoyed this time. It was about time they had some alone time together.
Sarah-Anne smiled, relieved, she even gave a giggle at being called a peach. "It's the least I could do." she told him, her voice soft still, but happy.
Frank chuckled and patted her head. "Why don't you stay for the night?" he offered, seeing as it was slowly getting dark.
Sarah-Anne looked in the direction he was looking. She shivered slightly and looked up at him. "I don't want to impose..." she started, softly.
"Well, do you have somewhere you're supposed to be?" Frank didn't want to sound too hungry for her right now, she was just lost and vulnerable. Couldn't be worse or easier than anyone else that he would have come visit in his place.
Sarah-Anne looked at him. "I did, but I can't remember where..." she said, her voice becoming only just louder than a whisper as she said the last part. It was very confusing, she had been told she needed to go somewhere, but the people who were to take her just dropped her off on a strange road and left her to make her way to the only town.
"Oh, my... You sound lost... Never fret my dear, I'll make sure you're comfortable and we'll get you to a better life, you'll see," Frank stroked her face with his finger with a wicked smile. Everyone else knew what that look meant. Time to devour a fair maiden. "Do you have any tattoos, my dear?" he asked suddenly, though he was sure she didn't.
"Thank you..." she said, her voice filled with admiration and extreme gratitude towards Frank. She then blushed at his question, but offered a nod. "Actually, I do, Dr. Furter." she said. She wouldn't tell him what though unless he wanted to know.
Frank smiled bountifully at her, then his face went to shock. "Excuse me...? May I ask what it is and where...?"
Sarah-Anne blushed, but giggled in her embarrassment. "It's a snake, and it curves from my upper thigh from my upper right waist to my left hip..." she told him, slightly whispering.
"Really?" Frank smirked. "Tell me more..."
Sarah-Anne giggled again, softly. "It starts from here and curves down to here." she told him, pointing to where it was. Though she was embarrassed, she found she felt a small thrill by telling him about it.
Frank blushed a little, picturing that. He tried his best to be like a gentleman though since she was a guest in the castle. "Erm... that's lovely... I have one..." he showed his infamous Boss tattoo on his arm with a heart and knife pierced through it. "I got it on my 13th birthday."
Sarah-Anne smiled. "It's great," she informed him. She looked closer, examining the tattoo. She then stepped back and smiled at him.
Frank smiled deeply at her. "Thank you, my dear..."
Sarah-Anne planned to repay him somehow, especially since she knew that he was offering to help her out. Her midnight blue eyes focused on his and she felt almost at home, feeling more welcome here than anyone else.
Frank smiled at her. "Would you like a tour?"
That would be lovely, Dr. Furter." she told him. She was bold at what she did next, but also shy slightly. She linked her arm through his, placing her hand lightly on his arm.
Frank marveled at the gesture that she willingly did that to him. "Welcome to my castle... It's nicely placed in the middle of the forest with no disturbances..." he began his tour, trailing off.
Sarah-Anne listened intently, almost hanging onto every word he said. It was quite interesting. She was like a puppy, the way she was so eager. And it was easy to see that she could be useful, and would probably do whatever he asked.
Columbia opened the door, unlocking the door and carrying a bag of food. "I'm HOOOOME!" she called in an annoying sing-song tone. She looked around. "Riff? Mags? Frankie?"
Nothing answered Columbia, probably everyone was busy.
Columbia sighed with a pout and decided to put away the groceries she was assigned to get for Frank. Hopefully getting his favorite muffins that are rarely on sale but today maybe he would gratefully reward her.
"Don't be afraid," Frank opened the clock to show the skeleton. "He won't hurt you..."
Sarah-Anne looked at the skeleton with wide eyes, clinging a little closer to Frank. She heard of having 'Skeletons in the closet' but this was literal. It was slightly amusing but the shock of it being a real skeleton had surprised her.
Frank shut the door and kept leading her about and took her to the dining room. "I'm sure you know what this room is for..."
Sarah-Anne nodded. "Yes, it's for eating in." she said softly. She clung closer again each time they went somewhere that was a little dark and spookier in the castle, but all in all, she enjoyed the tour.
"We have the finest meals on Eart...Denton," Frank smiled. "It's a wonderful place to live in... we have plenty of rooms..."
Sarah-Anne was very impressed and also feeling slightly more inferior in the grandeur of the Castle. "It's truly a magnificent place." she said. A small, tiny part of her, the part that she barely allowed to 'speak', felt like this would be the perfect place for her, however the rest felt as though she wasn't worth it but if she ended up living here she would repay him as best she could.
"I hope to see more of you, Sarah-Anne..." Frank quietly told his newest guest, not sounding desperate if she chose to go back where she came from.
Columbia stepped inside, but was seen by neither Frank or Sarah-Anne. Her mouth gaped open at the horrendous sight. She shook her head slowly and quietly, then leaned on the wall with tears forming in her eyes. Could have Frank found a new groupie or a new lover instead of her? Columbia sniffled, biting her fist and running upstairs to her and Magenta's bedroom.
"I guess... I could stay, if i can't get in touch with my guardian?" Sarah-Anne asked softly, her voice shy. She probably would've been upset to see Columbia upset.
"If you can't get your guardian, I insist you stay for dinner and at least one night." Frank allowed with a charming smile. He didn't seem to notice his groupie's crying, and seemed to be drawn to Sarah-Anne, trying to avoid his usually predatory skills.
Sarah-Anne found herself falling into his charmingness. He was the kindest man she had met so far. "I'd...Like that." she admitted softly.
"Should I let you get settled?" Frank offered to let her alone, feeling in her face most of the day.
Sarah-Anne looked up at him still. "Is there anywhere I could freshen up, please?" she asked and then continued and explained why. "I feel I'm not worthy to stand up with you at the moment." she explained, gesturing to her travel worn clothes.
"You could use one of the guest rooms," Frank opened a room to a hot pink bedroom. "Do you need any fresh clothes?"
Sarah-Anne looked at the room. "It wouldn't be a bother?" she asked, softly. The whole place had a different feel, but like she thought earlier, she had never felt more welcome by the owner of the place, never felt as though she truly belonged anywhere without being a bother.
"I insist..." Frank offered.
Sarah-Anne smiled sweetly and gave him a brief, but warm hug. "Thank you so much." she said softly. She then let go, smiling softly.
"Of course." Frank smiled like he would smile at a child peacefully and not an over rated facial expression.
Sarah-Anne didn't notice how it was how someone would smile like at a child. But either way, the smile was nice. "What should I do with these clothes?" she asked, plucking softly at the top she was wearing.
"Put them in that basket right there," Frank pointed. "We'll wash them for you if you want."
Sarah-Anne smiled again. "Thank you so much." she told him the way she said it and her tone of voice showing how grateful she truly was.
Frank smiled and allowed her to have some privacy, throwing her a pink bath robe, matching the bedroom. Sarah-Anne caught the robe, smiling. She then looked around until she found the bathroom, and undressed, leaving on her underwear and went into the bathroom. Her tattoo was a stark difference to to her skin, standing out clearly. Frank went to find the others to tell them Sarah-Anne would be staying over with them for a little while. Sarah-Anne did her normal shower routine.
Riff stroked Magenta's hair. "Do you think we should go and snaffle some food from the kitchen?" he asked her.
"I suppose so..." Magenta cooed. She then heard Columbia's crying. "Vhat's vrong vith her now...?" she quietly asked herself.
Riff looked at her. "I will go and get the food, perhaps you should make sure Columbia is okay..." he said, knowing how much Magenta valued her friendship with Columbia.
"Okay..." Magenta sighed and nodded. She then put on the best prized smile she could and walked in her shared bedroom with the groupie. "Columbia, my dear... Vhat seems to be the trouble?" she asked, sounding very caring. No one had ever heard her sound so sweet before, well, at least Frank hasn't. He usually gets a face full of anger and sheer spite when they would be alone together.
Riff snuck down to the kitchen.
Magenta scowled slightly and rolled her eyes. She loved Columbia, but she hated it when the perky girl would whine about Frank. Magenta wrapped her arms around her, stroking her cherry hair. "There, there... He vouldn't replace you..."
Columbia whipped her head up, suddenly looking peeved. "OH, YES HE WOULD! HE JUST DID! That... that... NEW GIRL!" she growled.
Magenta's eyes widened suddenly at the groupie's sudden aggression.
Riff passed by Columbia's room to give her some 'iced cream'. He knew humans liked that sort of stuff when they were upset.
"Columbia, I think you're misunderstanding..." Magenta tried to console her best friend by rubbing her back. "Sarah-Anne is just a guest in the castle who hopefully didn't fall for any of Frank's tricks of seduction."
"HA!" Columbia scoffed. "She's young, vulnerable, do-able, Frankie'll probably have her tap dance for him..."
"Do not be ridiculous, no von can tap dance like you," Magenta noticed Riff came in. "Isn't that right?" she grinned, gesturing she wanted help comforting Columbia.
Riff handed Columbia the 'iced cream' as he shuffled in. And though he spoke in his usual monotone it was obviously meant truthfully, as Magenta had never tap danced before herself, so his opinion wasn't biased. "Your tap dancing skills are unparalleled..." he agreed.
Columbia took it gently and ate herself into a near sugar coma, but at least now she wasn't being bratty and whiny. "Thanks Riffles..." she smirked, knowing he hated that nickname, she did it on purpose just to have fun with him.
"I vish I could tap dance..." Magenta added, hoping to lighten the mood.
Columbia put the bowl down and shot up off the bed, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, I'll give you lessons! We'll spend a lot more time together!"
"Oh, great..." Magenta mumbled under her breath.
Riff twitched at the name, but gave a small smirk at hearing Columbia's exclamation.
"She better watch her back though, cuz if my Frankie is taken from me, I may not be kind!" Columbia gritted her teeth, balling her hands into fists.
"Collie...Calm..." Magenta tried to soothe.
"You get more angry than anyone else around here, how do you deal with it?"
"I pretend my pillow is the Master when I need to vork out." Magenta smirked, imagining actually beating Frank senseless if she had the chance.
Riff Smirked and then returned to his stoic look before Columbia could notice, he admired Magenta's strength. Frank saw them in Columbia's room and looked at all of them.
"Don't you ever knock?" Magenta darted her eyes at the intruding transvestite.
"FRANKIE!" Columbia squeaked, going to him, hugging and crying.
Frank glared at the siblings. "What have you done to her?"
Riff Raff looked stoic. "She seemed to have seen your new...guest, Master..." he informed in a monotonal drawl.
"Oh, you mean, Sarah-Anne?" Frank looked down at the girl.
Columbia looked agape at him and ran off, crying.
"Columbia!" Magenta called, rushing to the doorframe. "Ve'll get you more creamed ice!"
Riff Raff looked at Frank. "Columbia thinks 'Sarah-Anne' is going to replace her, Master..." he told the other man.
"Ohh... She's jealous... Jealousy can be so powerful." Frank understood now. "I better tell her she's not going to be replaced."
"Yes, do it before she gets hurt." Magenta whipped her head back at him.
Riff nodded, agreeing with his sister.
"It's Columbia, what harm could she do?" Frank asked, simply.
Riff deadpanned. "Remember the saying, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?" he then asked Frank, taking secret pleasure in kind of being a little smaller with some things.
"Oh, come along now..." Frank sighed.
"I used to be cute and innocent vhen I vas a little girl," Magenta smirked sinisterly. "I used to beat up every kid on the playground."
Frank eyed her nervously.
Riff chuckled silently. "It's true, Master." he said.
Frank sighed. "I better explain to her then... I never seen her angry before..."
"Vhat about the time ve vent to Disney Vorld and you didn't notice she vasn't in the truck and you made up for it by getting her a Mouse Eared hat?" Magenta smirked.
Frank looked at her, looking a little angered and annoyed.
Riff spoke out to protect Magenta. "She would have found your guest by now..." he said.
"What?" Frank sounded worried now. He had been, as they say, scared straight by his servants.
Riff looked at Magenta, then Frank. "Maybe you should find them before anything happens..." he suggested to the man.
Frank nodded and left to collect the girls.
"He's dead, isn't he?" Magenta asked, having a scary smile on her face, not facing Riff Raff.
Riff smirked too. "Most likely." he said with a shrug.
"Can I vatch?" Magenta grinned, disturbingly now.
Riff looked at her calmly. "Maybe, not yet..." he drawled, doing his smirk that was reserved only for her.
Magenta chuckled quietly and beamed seeing that smirk. "I love that face..."
Riff continued. "And I love you, dearest sister..." he told her. He moved closer to her.
"And I you, my noble brother..." Magenta purred, turning to him lustfully.
Riff grabbed her wrist firmly, but gently, the food he had got was in the other arm. He then led her back to his room, after all, it was their plan to begin with.
"Maybe having this girl around von't be so bad..." Magenta sounded eager that Frank was with Sarah-Anne a lot and allowing the siblings to continue their private adventures with each other.
Riff nodded. "Maybe, if Columbia doesn't kill her..." he said. He was secretly eager too, though he was unsure of dragging an innocent human into their affairs.
Magenta nodded, her hair bouncing a little. That was the feature, other than the whole of her, that Riff actually liked most. It was wild but it was shiny and showed off her strength.