A/N: Chapter seven is here. This chapter has a lot of switching back and forth with the flash backs. And the similarities of the present time and past are supposed to sound similar. Enjoy!
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It was early dawn when Magenta went to retrieve Columbia. She couldn't sleep at all, but Riff Raff seemed to not find much trouble. How he could sleep with all that was going on was beyond her. She was far too nervous.
After a while of searching, Magenta failed to find the girl. She didn't care so much because it was still early. So, the domestic decided not to bother right now.
Where to go? There was no way in hell she'd enter the Lab and going in any of the bedrooms didn't appeal to her. The Throne Room was perfect. She snuck her way to her destination and sighed in relief to see it empty.
Immediately, she rushed up to the throne. Before sitting she marveled at its magnificent silver frame. Magenta paused. Her sitting on the throne by herself was a seldom thing. After glancing around quickly, checking for anyone else, she sat in it with her legs crossed. She laughed, only for a moment she felt as if she was a queen. Eventually, she slouched down and sighed.
It was nice having the peace and quiet, yet she missed Riff. She closed her eyes. She searched her mind for a memory that would comfort her. Ah, yes. The first time they waltzed perfectly.
I remember at that time I was eleven. I finally nailed some of the difficult steps and I felt great. Riff Raff had one hand on my waist and the other holding my hand up in the air. I had butterflies in my stomach.
"Are you ready?" Is all he whispered into my ear before we began.
I nodded and he started to play music. He led me all around the dinning room of our home. It was a small room, but we still danced. We kept eye contact the whole time too. I was glad that Riff was the one who taught me all the steps. He was always patient with me and only me.
I loved it when he would spin me and then pull me back into his arms. It was so wonderful that at times I'd bite my tongue to see if I was dreaming.
Another thing that was wonderful was my brother's looks. He was a beautiful creature, yet not many girls ever wanted to date him. But, Riff Raff turned down all the girls that ever asked him on a date. I had never had the slightest idea why either because some of those girl were amazing.
The song was coming to an end. I was disappointed. With stunning accuracy he spun me twice, pulled me into his arms, and dipped me, slowly. The music had stopped. Riff held me there only for a few more seconds before bringing me back up, just as slow as he dipped me.
He starred at me with much amazement; it was expressed mostly in his icy blue eyes. I hid my smile behind my hand. But, he grabbed it to show himself my grin.
"That was perfect, sister." He praised.
He laughed once my face turned brick red.
She got up from the throne and walked over to the center of the room. It was a lot bigger than her old home; hell the room was as big as her old home. For some reason the room felt colder than normal. Probably because of all the death in the castle. But, it didn't bother her much. She was used to that sort of feeling.
She wanted to dance again. It's been a while since she did, yet she didn't want to risk looking stupid dancing alone. But, it was five in the morning and no one was awake. So she danced, humming one of her favorite tunes.
But, Magenta was wrong. There was someone else awake. He crept over to the door frame, where he peeked out from. Riff Raff was glad he was unseen by his sister. She moved with such grace, but he could tell by the stiffness in some of her moves she wasn't completely at ease. Then again when has she been? Still, her movements always captivated him.
I was finally home after getting our dinner from frail old man. Sure, I felt a little bad stealing an old man's food but he was probably going to croak the next day anyway. I set it on a chair and as soon as I do I hear music playing. Followed by singing. Two familiar voices, two women. My first thought was that Magenta had made a new friend, but the other voice sounded too adult for a friend. I crept over to the dinning room and peeked out from the door frame. Now, it was obvious. She was singing with the artist of the song. That song was our favorite; we even referred to it as our song. It was a soft jazz song we both enjoyed.
The sight of her singing and dancing made me want to join her, but why stop this rare display now? I'll wait some more.
Magenta continued to hum and waltz alone. She did rather the company of a warm melody, but this would have to do. The fact that she could step to a beat at the right time was great.
I guess I always was one to get things right eventually. I wondered when my brother would be back from town. We were low on food so he told me he would return soon with our dinner.
So, I waited and danced. He'd better hurry though because I was starving. I continued to sing to me and my brother's song. How it became our song was pretty simple. Once while walking down a street during the winter this song played on a radio that some bum had. And Riff Raff turned to me and simply said, "Magenta, dance with me."
And I did.
Riff Raff couldn't bare it much longer. Her movements, her body, her voice. They drove him absolutely insane. He wanted to have her, badly. Yet, he couldn't stop watching her. Now, he had to make a tough decision.
My sister, such a blissful child. I watched her with a smile. Though, I hated to admit it, I can smile and she was the only thing that could make me do it. She was a small, loving creature full of grace and potential. The thought of her as a grown woman sent chills down my spine.
I laughed to myself; at least the food can't get cold.
Magenta was humming close to her favorite part of the song. She was very tempted the sing it at the top of her lungs. To make a mistake like that would coast her life in the long run, so she didn't bother to.
My favorite part was here. I belted out the lyrics. I couldn't believe how alive I felt.
Soon after, I heard footsteps behind me. Startled, I turn around quickly. Riff Raff was a few feet away from me. I was shocked at how quiet he was. What caught my attention the most were his eyes. They seemed entranced with something about me. I blushed as we stared at each other. What were you thinking, Riff Raff?
Riff started his way over to his dearest sister. As quiet as a mouse, he was only a few feet away from her. Spontaneously, he embraced her from behind. One arm crossing her collar bones and the other under her chest.
Magenta stopped everything she was doing. Her first reaction was to run, but the warmth of this hug was all too familiar. She smiled. He was always very sneaky.
The expression on her face once she saw me was one of study and embarrassment. I could see why she was studying me. I must have looked as if I were in a great awe by her, which I was. She turned herself away from me to hide her crimson face.
"Sister," was all I said to get her to whip her head back to me, full of attention and still red.
"I must have looked…" She began until I interrupted.
"Marvelous." I said which total opposite of what she was going to say.
Her face grew redder. I laughed lightly and reached out to take her hand. She watched as I brought it up to kiss it and mutter, "My I have this dance?"
"But won't dinner get cold?" Magenta asked.
I refused to let her back down, "Dear, I brought home a loaf of bread. Trust me it won't get cold."
"I looked stupid, didn't I?" Magenta laughed, "Sorry you had to see that."
"Sorry I had to see what? You in a moment of happiness?" Riff asked.
Magenta chuckled, "That and my awful humming."
I kissed the top of her head.
She continued, "Damn, I was here so long. I forgot to go find Columbia."
"Find?" Riff Raff repeated.
"Yes, I look all over the castle for her and I can't find the girl." Magenta laughed at herself.
"Well, she obviously doesn't need our help hiding now does she?" Riff said, pulling back his sister's hair to kiss her neck.
"Well, maybe she…" Magenta wanted to find Columbia, but Riff Raff's tiny kisses made her change her mind, "…she'll be alright."
Riff Raff led me in our dance. It was short and I wanted more. Once the music stopped, he brought me so close to him that I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. I was never this close to him. His fingers propped up my chin and he kissed me. Short and tender, it was. That was the first time my brother kissed my lips. I we pulled away and I think I was ten times as red in the face then I was. My brother just smiled.
"Hey, Riff! Let's go eat!" I suggest grabbing his arm, pulling him my direction. He let me take him to our food. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I avoided it.
Riff Raff turned Magenta so that she faced him. They gazed at one another and Magenta knew what was coming. And she was right. Riff kissed her, deeply. As much as she wanted it to last forever, she pulled back from her brother.
"Frank might wake up soon, if he hasn't already." Magenta said, avoiding eye contact.
She started to walk away, until she heard her brother say, "You always do this to me."
Magenta turned back, "What?"
"This." Riff threw his hand her direction, frustrated.
"What this?" Magenta said, mimicking Riff Raff's action.
"Leave when ever things between us get intimate!" Riff snapped.
Magenta froze up.
"Every time we've ever kissed, you never said a thing about it. Why, sister?"
Magenta couldn't look her brother in the face, so she looked down.
"You avoid it." Riff said. Magenta's turned her body away from him, slightly, and crossed her arms.
"I don't avoid it." Magenta mumbled her lie.
"What do you think you're doing now?" Riff hissed.
"What does it matter, brother? Why do you care?" Magenta snapped, immediately.
Riff Raff hesitated, "It's killing me. It really is."
Magenta was silent, still not looking at him, "Why do you even do anything like that to begin with?"
"Why do you let it continue?" Riff Raff said, less angered.
Magenta didn't respond. She knew why she did anything.
"Why do you let me get so close then you push me away?" He said softly, and laughed at himself, "You don't know how long I've…"
Magenta looked up at her brother once he started walking towards her.
"Kept such an obvious secret! Boy, Riff you seem to have quite a few troubles right now!"
That voice came from neither one of them. They turned to see a rather pissed off Frank, tapping his foot and arms crossed. Riff Raff's instinct was to step in front of his sister.
"We were just le-" Riff began before he was interrupted.
"Staying! You two were just staying in my room, waiting for your punishment. Right?" It was very clear that Frank-n-Furter was very angry.
"Riff Raff, I believe it was you who nearly killed my baby. And I believe in the Eye for an Eye rule." Frank hissed.
Riff Raff backed away with Magenta still behind him.
"I'm glad you are familiar with that statement, Riff. At least you'll have some idea of what is going to happen to her." Frank grinned.
Magenta felt sick and weak all of a sudden. Riff Raff stayed in front, acting as her shield.
"Why not hurt me instead," Riff suggested. Frank strolled slowly towards them, "After all, it was I who had beaten him to a near bloody pulp."
"As tempting as it sounds, I think I must decline. I have other plans that are more…" Frank grinned at Magenta, "Delicious."
Magenta cringed.
Unexpectedly, Frank punched the side of Riff's face. The blow caused him to fall head first into the ground. He was knocked out cold. Magenta gasped as she saw the chain uncoil from Frank's knuckle.
"Bastard!" Magenta barked.
She ran at him to slap him, but Frank caught her arm and twisted it behind her. He quickly grabbed the other and tied his chain around her wrists, so she couldn't break free. Frank stroked her shoulders and started to lick her neck. It was then that Magenta hoped forward and sent one leg back at Frank, and then ran. She heard him yowl in pain and fall on his knees. She didn't turn back and heard him getting up quicker than expected. She must not have hit the target area with her spiked heels.
Frank dash up in front of her and back handed her. Magenta landed, too, on her head. Yet, she wasn't quite unconscious. Frank loomed over her, grinning ear to ear.
He threw Magenta over his shoulder and dragged Riff on the ground by his leg.
"Damn you, Frank-n-Furter…" Magenta muttered weakly.
"Do hush, dear. Save your breath for what is yet to come." Frank giggled.
"What…?" Magenta was confused.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Magenta. It'll all be clear soon enough." Frank hissed.
"Don't worry…" Magenta laughed, "Please, there was only one moment in time I had actually believed in that, coming from you."
Frank chuckled, which made her feel even more uneasy than she had already felt.
"You should thank me; after all I saved you and your brother's life from my own kin." Frank smiled.
"Thanking you…is one of the last things I'd do for you…" Magenta hissed.
Frank shot her back a look of disgust, which soon changed back into that ridiculous grin.
"Why did you kill Daemon? Wasn't he like your brother?" Magenta asked.
"Well, not your definition of brother, but yes. He was like a brother." Magenta glared at his comment.
"I killed him because he was useless to me. That's all." He said.
"And we were useful?" Magenta asked.
"Well, I've heard a lot about Riff Raff's intelligence and you were just as pretty as a picture."
"That's all…some smarts and a decent body?" Magenta spat.
"Very good, dear." Frank praised.
"No, that couldn't have been the reason. I think it was something…deeper than that…" Magenta said, finally passing out.
Frank gritted his teeth.
"Frank!" Daemon shouted behind me.
I flicked away my cigarette, "What is it?"
"Ross…" Daemon never sounded this upset and out of breath, "He's dead! He was killed!"
I starred at him for the longest time. Who would want to kill my Ross?
"Daemon, stop joking around," I laughed, taking off a green silk scarf off of my neck, "I was just going to give this to him. So show me where he is."
"Are you deaf, mate?" Daemon screamed, "He is dead!"
"I think the green would match fabulously with his eyes." I said, stroking the scarf.
Daemon reached into his pocket and pulled out a blood drenched collar. He gazed upon it for a second then threw it at to ground before me. I thought I was going to vomit.
"Yeah, I guess you could still give him the scarf to cover up the huge ass gash on his neck!" Daemon barked.
I picked up Ross's collar. This was the only gift that I'd ever given to him, to anyone. My only special someone was dead. I was still in disbelief.
"Daemon! Take me to him!" I shouted.
He led me over to Ross's corpse. The cut on his neck made me almost cry. Daemon already was on his knees sobbing uncontrollably. All I could do was stare down at my deceased lover, with a grief stricken face.
"Who killed him?" I muttered.
"One of my men told me it was some blonde kid. He had a red headed girl with him too. He looked around the age of seventeen." Daemon snarled, still upset, "Now that I think of it, a few of my men may know where to find those little fuckers."
"Wait before you act, Daemon." I ordered.
"Wait? I'm not waiting, Frank!" He laughed hysterically, "I'll track them down and kill them in two days, mate. Just two days."
I wasn't happy, at all, with his decision. So, I would have to make sure it was who I thought it was. "Alright, have it your way, Daemon. Go to them, kill them, whatever." I said, lighting another cigarette. "Let's just burry Ross, okay?"
"Yeah." Daemon said, grabbing his brother's legs.
I carried his arms. We carried him home.
That night when I was alone I vowed to torture my Ross's murderer. That was the only night this cold blooded Transylvanian ever shed tears.
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A/N: Oh no! Only two more chapters to go. The next chapter is going to put everything together, mostly. And it'll be full of drama. Yeah…Please review!