No trace of light could be found on this, the darkest of nights. The thunder roared with the ferocity of an angered lion, blending beautifully in a strange and eerie harmony with the lightning's fierce clash and the haunting, ghostly howls of the bitterly chilly evening wind. Outside the Castle, the trees seemed to come to life. Swaying by force of the wind, their outstretched branches were like the talon hands of a preadator reaching for its helpless prey.
Magenta heaved an intense, melancholy sih sa she flopped down on her hard and rickety bed, worn now. It was almost as though the bed itself wa tired of its purpose, for it was used far too often for practises that did not involve a peaceful night's dream. Even in her sleep she wa in action, tossing and turning and moaning and groaning. She longed to return to her planet, to sweet Transexual: land of night, land of mayhem, land of love.
She stared up at the ceiling, melting away in her thoughts. She had only one good thing in her life. Or, one good person. One and a half if you coun Columbia, but she was more of an amusing little pet, just as they were to Frank. That's all they were to him - toys, play things, possessions. In her thughts she lost track of time, dreaming of her sweet home-planet.
A quiet knock interrupted her blissful thoughts. She sighed, too tired to open the door herself.
"Come in!" she called, her voice weak and weary. She hoped it WASN'T Columbia - tht girl was just an annoying little bitch who wouldn't go away. She strained to sit up, fixing her large and sunken eyes upon the door. But it was not Columbia's face illuminated by the brief, semi-constant flashes of light that came from outside, but that of her hunch-backed brother.
"Riff!"
He silently advanced towards her, reaching a bony hand towards her. His spindly fingers traced her ivory face, a slightly sinister grin crossing his round face.
"And how are we tonight, my most beautiful sister?"
His voice was soft as velvet, yet dark as the blackest night. His voice was laced with sweetness, his eyes poisoned with incestuous lust. Well, some would call it lust. They called it love. His voice alone sent a cold shiver down the spine of the red-headed beauty, causing a smile to set her face aglow. His fingers found their way to their scarlet locks, mangling with her crimson curls.
"I want to go home," she choked tearfully, averting her eyes to the window. "When shall we return to Transylvania? When can we leave this place?"
A wicked, manic cackle escaped the lips of the tall man as he pulled the stick-figure of a woman onto his lap, allowing her to bury her beautiful head in his chest. She smiled slightly, the gentle rising and falling of his chest with his every shallow breath calming and soothing her, for it gave her a sense of warmth and security.
"Patience, my dear," his voice was a dark monotone, yet his eyes held a thousand emotions. He kissed the top of her head, wraping his arms around her teeny waist. "Soon our mission will be complete, and we can return to the moon-drenched shores of our beloved planet. Soon, my love, but not yet. Just be patient."