Chapter five:
Hey guys, hopefully you liked the last chapter. Hold in there ok confused Columbia and blood sucker. - I wasn't too sure about the last chapter, it was good by its self but did it fit with the rest?
Summary: They seem to be making their own way, Riff and magenta. And what exactly does Prince Frank n Furter want? Do you think Violet can keep her feelings to herself for much longer, she loves her kids more than life its self, she would give up anything for them, but maybe it's against her better judgement. Jazzy's cool with it after all it's in his blood to be, right. What will Riff and 'Genta say to Franks...offer? Thank you so much blood sucker. And you to confused Columbia! YH, just to point out Maggie is 14 he's sixteen my mistake people -
Violet and jazzy had gone out for the night, they decided as it was Magentas fifteenth the next day they should move their date to and earlier day. Riff raff and Magenta had easily found use of this time. They were sat on the sofa kissing like no tomorrow. Riff raff had his hands stuck in her vivaciously red hair but to be honest he didn't really give a damn. Magenta was too lost in her dream to feel or care about the pain from it either.
Riff raff pulled away for air and looked into her face dazedly. "...I love you..."
She smiled and opened her eyes with a husky laugh. He loved that laugh, it represented all the dangers and gains from their relationship, it thrilled him. The feeling she gave him was something he's never felt before, like a breath of fire or a lick of ice.
"I love you to, believe it,"
He leaned forward and she fell back again. Sometimes just laying each other's arms told the story that needed to be told.
The door bell rang and Riff and Maggie groaned. "I'll go," offered Magenta and Riff raff watched the fiery springs in her hair as she got up and left the room.
Five minutes later she returned looking kind of dumb founded, Riff raff sat up questioningly and she pointed behind her to...PRINCE FRANK N FURTER!?
Riff raff got up and patted his sister's shoulder holding out a hand to Prince Furter. The lad was no older than fifteen, somewhere between Riff and Magenta anyway, his hair was curly with shine, and his eyes were mischievously boyish, he was lean with some muscle, his eyes deeply shadowed with makeup and his lips painted dark purple. Magenta found him quite handsome as did Riff raff.
"Greetings Riff raff,"
One of Magentas eyebrows raised at his out of place accent, but it was strangely charming. She soon found herself staring.
"Frank, what brings you here?"
"Well, I thought we may get a little extra practice in for the science exam, a laser beam capable of firing pure anti matter, there's no way I could be so cruel as to let you do such a task by yourself."
"With all due respect, the laser theory was my own work; I have no intention of pairing up with someone."
"Yes, I know, it's hard. But as I have just started at this school, I was welcome to take a sneak peek at people's projects, none of them really interested me...accept yours." Frank considered Riff raff intently a sought of fire burning in his eyes. "SO, here I am, I'm all yours, where do we start?"
"I'm sorry I simply can't, Frank. I just don't see why I should share my work-"
"Prince Furter, Riff raff has been working on this ever since he was twelve years old. I have often overlooked his work and offered what little assistance I could. It's unthinkable that he should have to share his work, I don't think he should," protested Magenta, her brows knitted together. Riff raff didn't take his eyes off Frank but was privately grateful towards her.
Frank at first stared at her with repulsion but as he regarded her more...intimately. He soon liked what he saw.
"And who is this delightful most beautiful creature, dear Riff raff?"
Riff raff glanced from him to Magenta. "My sister, Frank. My most...beloved...sister. Magenta, she's two years below us,"
"Sister you say? I see no resemblance at all, the eyes maybe but even then there's a big difference. Your positively stunning, my dear Magenta. I thought you had finally found yourself a girlfriend, dear Riff raff-"
"HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!!"
Both men looked perplexedly at Magenta who was seething. Suddenly she saw her fault and put a smile on. "I believe she's in your year, what was her name again, brother, Adeline Kreplin. Brown hair, green eyes."
Frank snapped out of his stupor, "Oh, well, you have great taste, Riff raff. Well you've stretched it as far as will go anyway. I don't think you'll ever have such a sculpture as this fine lady in front of us."
Riff raff's eyes bounced to floor briefly before risking a glance at Magenta who was eyeing Frank with utmost pure hatred.
"What about you, darling?" asked Frank pointedly, grinning at Magenta. "Any boyfriends-or girlfriends if you will?"
"I have one yes."
"Oh come on don't play innocent with me, how many really?" he purred playfully.
She blinked indignantly at him.
"Oh come on dear girl someone as beautiful as you have to have more than one boy on the side. Do tell..."
"Fine I have two."
"Liar," he whispered.
"OK THREE THEN, BUT IM NO WHORE!!"
Riff raff prayed she wouldn't mention their relationship to him just yet, under the circumstances it would put them in a most vulnerable position.
Frank raised an eyebrow, "I never said or so much thought you were, tell me about them." He insisted perching his bum elegantly on the arm of the couch.
"Evon, he's in your year, he's nice, but too nice. Kodi, he's in my year, he's got a bad streak to him but no sensitivity." She finished slightly embarrassed but trying to stay iron hard.
"And the third?"
Magenta flinched. "Huh?"
"You third lover, dear girl. What's he like."
"He's fine there's nothing wrong with him. He does everything the other two do."
"Then why the other two?"
Magenta glanced at Riff raff who, she was surprised to find, looked questioningly at her as if he two wished for that answer.
"I little change I guess. One can get bored."
Frank laughed. "Yes, that's usually the problem."
Riff raff frowned at her, a little more than hurt. She shook her head slightly, she didn't mean it.
"What's his name?"
"Oh-I, uh. His name's Petre john James."
"Sounds foreign."
"Uh, he is. He's in his last year at school."
"Mmmm, you like a bit of age difference don't you."
"Well they have more experience," she grinned. Frank grinned back at her.
"They sure do. Anyway, as I recall I have all the necessary equipment you need, Riffy. Equipment you don't
Have the money for. All I'm asking is to merely observe."
"All the equipment?"
Magenta looked incredulously at her brother, he couldn't possibly be thinking of agreeing to this.
"Every last Knut."
Riff raff bowed his head slightly. Magenta could see he was about to answer, that when she laid a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump.
"Frank-if I may. Is it alright if he has a day or two to think about it?"
Frank took her hand and kissed it, "For you my dear, anything."
Magenta smiled. "Thank you, can I get you a drink."
"That would be most kind of you, Magenta. Wine if you don't mind."
Magenta stiffened for a minute, they weren't allowed to drink their parents wine. According to her mum and dad they were still too young, even Riff raff who had come of age for drinking almost a year ago wasn't allowed it. But maybe if she explained that the Prince himself had come round she wouldn't be too tetchy about it.
"Sure, red or white. Sparkling or dry, old or new?"
"Old, red and sparkling."
"Marchesi de Barolo 1893 it is then,"
"Oh, you know your wines; I love that in a woman."
"Hmm, you love what? Them to get it for you or their knowledge of wines or the fact it can get them into bed?" Scoffed Riff raff, Magenta rolled her eyes, her brothers jealousy really got to her sometimes.
"A bit of all three I think." Frank replied bluntly.
"Riff raff, do you want some?"
"Want? I think I need it. Make mine a large."
Frank slid off the arm of the sofa and laid down on it instead. He looked around the room. "This house is awfully nice, very old by the looks of it. And slightly familiar to."
"It should be, it belonged to the early-"
"Shhttt!!!" hissed Riff raff icily at his sister.
"It belonged to the early McKinley; I hear our family ties used to be pretty close." Strained Magenta not liking
The tone he was giving her.
Riff raff had to give her some credit; she had formed a lie on the truth.
"Oh, really. How interesting. Oh I always did love history. You never know what you could dig up, and make come alive again."
Riff raff faltered for a minute. He knew something about them. Something most probably dark and stomach churning that could ruin their name forever.
"That's exactly how I feel about history; I can never get enough of it." Sighed Magenta breathlessly on the arm of the sofa looking over Frank, Frank smiled.
"Such an intellect you are, another thing I'm beginning to love about you." He winked at her and took the glass from her hands, Riff raff noticed her rubbed her hand slightly with his thumb. A huge boiling sensation ruptured inside his stomach and Riff raff had to stop himself from running over to the letter opener and
Cutting Franks hand off.
Magenta however was indifferent and sat next to Riff raff holding his glass to him; he took it without a word.
"To knowledge and darkest desires!" yelled Magenta. Riff raff repeated what she had said quietly and raised his glass; Frank had bellowed after her and joyfully raised his glass.
"I couldn't have said it better myself." He chuckled darkly.