Hey! Fluffy again! All right so, this is chapter four of "Return to Transylvania!" Please review! Nicola and I love reviews! No flames please!

"Oh look at you!" Magenta gasped to her children, her vivid sage eyes widening.

"Long time-no see, Mother!" Violet replied collectedly, flashing a sparkling ivory smile at her mother.

"Todd! Look at you! You're so strong!" Riff exclaimed, embracing his eleven year-old son in his strong arms, then holding him out in front of him as if Todd were a prized possession. "And you look so much like mother!" Riff Raff turned to his darling sister, who was weeping with joy. "Look at this, Mags! He has your hair and your eyes!"

"You are so right, my love!" the Domestic replied, ruffling her son's shaggy auburn hair and staring into his deep green eyes.

"Oh, and my dear Violet!" the proud father rejoiced with delight, seizing his now sixteen year old daughter. "You're so grown up…and you're so beautiful! You have inherited my hair color and…." Riff peered suspiciously into the bottomless plum abyss of Violet's eyes. "M-M-Magenta, darling?"

"Yes, dear?" Mags chimed, loosening the embrace of her son.

"Violet's eyes…look at them…"

"Yes, Riff Raff, they're purple." she chuckled.

"I…I know…but…they're kind of…different from before…" he said hesitantly, arching an eyebrow.

Magenta craned her head to take a closer look at her daughter's eyes.

"You're right…they're so resplendent…more so than last time we saw her."
Riff Raff shook his head. "Well, my children," he announced. "Go back to your bedchambers and rest. You both look exhausted and we are as well. We will do some family bonding when dawn breaks. Goodnight."

The four yawned as they all made their way back to their bedchambers, feeling secure at last.

"Well, my brother," Magenta began, lying on the soft white king-sized bed, clad only in a skimpy silk gown. "We are finally safe at home."

"Yes," her brother answered, removing his Transylvanian uniform.

"You know, Riff…" she cooed sumptuously as she approached her brother, stroking his pale, perfect, bare chest. "We haven't had any…well…private time together since we left Transylvania…it was all Frank who fooled around with me…but I always wished that it were you. He was good in the beginning, but he's so…forceful…and he became somewhat abusive…and boring." Magenta was now seated on the bed slowly massaging Riff's shoulders.

"Mmm…Sister…" he moaned. "You are so right."

"Make love to me Riff…" she begged, slipping off her nightgown, revealing her flawless, creamy, marble flesh to her brother. Immediately aroused, he crawled upon his darling sister, pleasuring her to her heart's content.

From there on…the incestuous siblings would have the intimate time and freedom of their lives that they oh, so desired for over eight years.

Meanwhile, Todd lay buried in his bed, all alone, fearing the darkness. His royal balcony remained wide open, letting the crisp night wind blow in his face, almost turning his nose into an icesykle.

"Hey, boy!" a sharp male voice snapped at him.

Todd glanced at his balcony…nothing was there. The young boy sighed with relief, and turned back on his side to sleep.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Todd Vitus!" the voice flared again.

The frightened eleven year old sat up and gasped, searching around the room frantically.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? LEAVE ME ALONE, STUPID BASTARD!" Todd screamed, standing up and grasping his lamp, holding it as if it was a weapon. "WELL? SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!"

"Coward?" the voice chuckled. Then a transparent figure appeared before Todd's frightened, dilated eyes. The details were very present to Todd: the figure was male; he wore sparkly red corset and ripped fishnet stockings, as well as large red stilettos. His hair was a sopping wet ebony mop on his head, as well as a dripping feather at the top of his head. The young man's makeup was a rich hue of light blue and a bright red lipstick that was somewhat dripping off his face. It looked as if he'd just gone swimming.

"Are you…F-F-Fra-" Todd stuttered.

"Yes, I am Frank-N-Furter, you tiny fool!"

"How are you back in Transylvania? Mother and Father told me that you were dead!"

"Dead? Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"Prove that I'm dead," the sweet transvestite challenged.

"Um…well…" the eleven year old hesitated, reaching a hand out to finger the fiery colored sequins on Frank's corset.

"Oh, are you frightened, already? Go ahead, touch me, and prove I'm dead. I assure you, I am alive and well!"

He doesn't know he's dead yet! Todd thought. Gulping, he reached to touch one of the sequins…but, instead…his hand flew straight threw the unfortunate soul.

"No!" Frank gasped. "It…it can't be! I'm your parents' master! I can't be dead!" Tears began to flow down his pale face.

"Well, you are dead, I'm sorry. Oh, I see, you're crying. Who's the coward now?" the boy jeered.

"Okay! You win! But if I'm dead…how can you see me?"

"I honestly don't know…you're the first ghost I've ever seen…I have a sixth sense I suppose…"

The tears then stopped, and a sly Cheshire-cat smile spread across Frank's face from ear to ear. "You know…Todd…we can be friends…"

"No way! After what you did to my parents?" Todd jerked away from the tormented soul.

"I pleasured your parents…I perfected them…and now this is what they give me? They give me death after all I've done for them? Pathetic…"

Frank floated close to the frightened youth's face, causing a cold rush to shoot throughout Todd's small body.

"You see what I mean, boy? I was nothing but kind to them and then, they kill me!"

"You're lying! You abused my parents!" Todd resisted.

"Oh, they're just being too drastic! I never abused them! They're lying! I've never told you this before, but…your parents are dirty, nasty liars." Frank-N-Furter lied slyly. "And behind your back…they even said you were…a mistake!"

"No!" Todd gasped, covering his ears.

"Yes!" the former Prince of Transylvania confirmed. "Now…how does it feel to have hypocrites for parents? They don't love you, Todd. But…I do…"

"You…you do?" the boy sniffled.

"Of course I do, young one. I care for you, Todd, however…the only way for me to actually physically care for you is for you to kill those dirty parents of yours…I will come to life when you kill them both."

"I-I'll do it, Frank…" Todd sobbed, after hearing the lie that Frank had told him.

"Bring your sister too…she'll be great to fuck…"

"What?" Todd exclaimed.

"Achem…" Frank cleared his throat. "I mean, she'll be great to have around the house."

"That's what I thought you said." The seed of the so-called "liars" Magenta and Riff Raff crawled back into his soft bed.

Frank lovingly, parental, way blew a goodnight kiss at the boy.

"Goodnight, child, sweet dreams," he whispered, approaching the balcony.

"Goodnight, Frank." The boy replied softly, his heavy eyelids drooping closed.

"Call me "Uncle Frankie"…." the mischievous cheater then faded into the moonlight, and disappeared without a trace.