AN: This took me a long time to write, plus the immense amout of time that the site was down. I go much slower without Kristi's bitching. The title references Hedwig, if you got that, you rock. Rainbow Carnage (LA Hedwig cast) rocks as well. Eh...my zip disk stopped working (which had ALL my stuff on it) so everything is stuck OUTSIDE the computer. The only way I'm getting this story up is that I had sent it to someone and I discovered it in sent mail. I had already written the author's notes and all but now I have no idea what it origionally said...oh well. Why must computers hate me? I did get my scanner to work though. Anyway, I don't own any of the characters from RHPS or Revenge of the Old Queen, and I can't get my own computer to do as I tell it.

I climbed the stone stairs of the palace, up to our quarters. The wall sconces cast shadows all about me, shifting as I walked, following me. Although I was accustomed to the many winding staircases of the castle that we had inhabited back on Earth, the ones of the Transylvanian palace seemed never ending. It was well worth it though, for the rooms that now belonged to us were much more luxurious than anything that had been ours during the years on Earth.
I finally reached the end of the dark staircase, walking past my room and to Riff's. I opened the door with a slight creak, stepping into the empty darkness. The only light was that of the moon, coming in through the window, but that was enough. I walked over to it, leaning on the window sill and looking out into the perpetual night.
I wished that Riff would return soon. Ever since we had returned to Transsexual, his days had been spent away from me, commanding the Transylvanian Armed Forces. He was now a General, by appointment of the Old Queen. She, along with the rest of the Transylvanians, had taken the news of Frank's death just as we had hoped, that is, after our explanation. He had always been adored for his cunning good looks and charm, so it had been up to us to reveal to them that he was not at all fit to be prince. He was not to be trusted, his selfish irresponsibility always prevailing. Once we had made our voyage back home, we told the Queen about his attempts to create life. It had been his dream, his vision, but he had taken no part in the work. This was partly because of his lack of scientific knowledge, and his utter contempt for work in general. These were more than slight flaws in his plan, and his solution, of course, had been to have someone else do the work. This someone else had been Riff, constantly taking orders from Frank on how the creature should look. We informed the Queen of his usually violent tyranny, explaining that our only choice was to forcibly end the mission. We had said this with remorse, as though we actually felt some penitence about putting an end to his life. This was the only part of our story that had been a complete lie. But still the Queen had accepted it without question, and she told us, somewhat tearfully, that we had done a noble thing. She had appointed Riff to be General of the Transylvanian Armed Forces for his wise decisions in when to kill. We had not told her about Columbia and Rocky.
The Queen had given us rooms at the palace, though this luxury came with a price. We had of course been given separate rooms, and we had to be extremely vigilant as not to give ourselves away. We had managed to keep our love a secret, and if anyone ever found out, we would surely be stripped of our newly earned honor. But luckily, no one ever ventured to our wing, so it was never known that our nights were spent together, one room always left vacant.
I leaned out the window, my face met with a fine rain, dropping from the eternally black sky. Apparently the rain had only come minutes ago, for when I had been outside in the courtyard there had been none.
My days since we had returned had all been nearly identical, including this one. I would walk along the black sand beaches, or sit outside the castle grounds and watch the passers by. And for the first time in my life, they noticed me as well. They would slow and stare, confirming to themselves that it really was Magenta, Riff Raff's sister, who had recently killed Dr. Frank-N-Furter. They would sometimes try to engage me in conversation, but only to realize that their efforts were in vain; I never desired to interact with any of them. Though I always wished that I could have spent these times with Riff, I welcomed the emptiness in comparison to my previous days of endless serving.
I brought my head back inside as the rain grew harder, my hair already near soaking. I walked over to his bed, sitting down on the ebony velvet. I listened to the rhythmic sound of the falling rain, a sound which I had always loved. My thoughts became lost in the sound of the water hitting the stone roof of the castle, and the ground below. Each drop that fell onto the leaves of the trees, the asphalt of the city, the dark sandy shore, and into the vast black ocean, created a cacophony that consumed my mind. I was gradually pulled from my enveloped state by a sound which stood out from that of the rain. The sound of footsteps grew louder as their owner climbed the stairs, just as I had earlier. I knew it was Riff, and I could tell how near he was from the sound of the steps only, and how the sound changed as he came down the hallway. Finally, he pushed the door open, which I had not closed completely. He shut it behind him, blocking out the dim light that the sconces cast, making the room slightly darker and the moonlight appear more silver. I rose to greet my brother, meeting him in the middle of the room. He held his hands out in front of him, and I did the same, pressing mine to his. He drew me closer, the movement familiar. We pressed our forearms together until they met at the elbow, finally bringing them back down. He pulled me close to him after being apart for so long, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his fingers traipse through my hair, damp with rainwater. He brought his hand to his jacket, wiping it on the black of his General's uniform, which was fairly pointless, for it was just as wet.
It was so refreshing to see him in something other than the tattered butler's uniform, and without the hunched back. That too, had been Frank's creation, his idea of how his servant and assistant should look. As his on Earth, he had watched many of their science fiction movies, and had acquired a multitude of ideas for the creation from these. One of them being that his assistant should appear as the one in the movie. But the stuffed jacket eventually became to his benefit, for it lessened the impact of the beatings that would come of our master's short temper.
Since he had been made General, any aggression that he had was no longer taken out on me, as it had been while we were under the rule of Frank. It most likely got burnt out during his days of commanding the troops. I didn't know exactly what went on there, but whatever it was, it was to my benefit.
Riff was nearly soaking from the rain outside, and I could feel the moisture of his clothes and skin seeping through to mine. His fingers were slightly tangled in my damp red curls, but he managed to gently pull them out. I could feel his eyes staring past me, out the window. We moved simultaneously over to it, standing before the falling rain, and gazing out into the everlasting blackness. He wrapped me in his arms once again, pulling us close. He kissed me, softly but eagerly, our lips meeting for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Lightening flashed outside, piercing through the black night sky. The fleeting crash of silver illuminated us in front of the open window, suffusing the room in momentary light. We remained there, wrapped in each other's embrace, while the rain pounded outside.