A true love story

Meeting Magenta

About one or two years later, Ophelia and Gomez really married. Her mother forced him to. Morticia didn't know how, the only thing she knew was, if Gomez wouldn't have married her sister, her mother would have told something about Gomez what wasn't really good.

Morticia didn't come to the wedding, it hurt too much. Seeing the love of her live with her sister broke her heart. She secretly met Gomez a few times after the wedding. They made out and started a little affair.

But Gomez's money wasn't enough for her mother so she wanted Morticia to also marry a rich guy. Obviously, Morticia refused it, she only wanted to be with Gomez or nobody. She would even die alone, with a ripped out and broken heart if she couldn't have him.

She decided to leave her home and searched for a new beginning of her live.

Morticia went through the woods. She was 25 now so old enough to have a own live and make her own decisions. Lurch, her very tall servant carried her suitcases. She found a big and scary looking castle, it looked just how she loved it. She rang at the front door.

Magenta, the beautifully odd domestic went to the door. She was expecting one of two things: a dull idiotic earthling who had gotten themselves lost in the woods and was stupid enough to ignore the forbidding sign, or a beautiful vixen or sexy slab of a man for her master to enjoy. Based on the beautiful unearthly woman she saw when she opened the door, she assumed it was the latter of them two. Magenta put on her best fake smile (a talent she had perfected), and greeted he guest. "Hello. I assume you're here for my master?"

Morticia put on a small fake smile as well when the beautiful red haired opened the door. "No, I don't even know your master. I just left home and I'm searching for a new place to live. Your castle is dark and creepy... It's dreadful. I really like it. I was wondering if you sale it or if you have a room for the night I could use?" She would have done everything to get in the castle. She would even sleep with the master if it was necessary. This castle was perfect, like in her darkest dreams, she just had to live there.

Magenta grinned, pleased she wasn't with Frank. "You like the house? You have a good taste." Magenta bit her lip. She wanted to tell her more about the history of the place but she didn't want to reveal where she was truly from. "Soooooo where are you from again? Denton?"

"Well actually my mother owns a big house in the woods. I'm not quite sure if it still is in Denton. I never was outside before. Can I come in now?" She looked seriously.

"Oh darling I know just how you feel" Magenta pulled her inside the house by the arm. "Being cooped up inside all day" She pushed her into the hall and leaned against the stairs. "My master seems to think he owns me!" Magenta chuckled, almost as though she were a bit insane. "Can you imagine? Being owned by someone? Ridiculous! Of course it's not all untrue. He is my only way home and if I don't do just what he says, including staying trapped here in this place, he'll leave me here to die! Horrid man he is..."

Morticia walked inside with a straight back, swinging her hips, just like she always walked. Lurch followed her and put all the suitcases into the castle. He also put down a big carnivore. Morticia rose an eyebrow and listened to the woman's Story. "I never wanted to go outside. I hate the sun and all the happy people outside. My mother teached me at home and wanted me to marry a rich guy, that's why I left. My sister is a typical american girl with blonde hair and always happy... I hate her." She looked at the red haired woman. "I'm Morticia by the way." She smiled at her. She kinda liked her, the woman seemed to be a bit like herself. Morticia held her hand out.

Magenta looked at the woman's hand, confused. "What is that for?"

Morticia rose one eyebrow and wondered if the woman in front of her wasn't well educated. "Didn't your mother tell you, you shake peoples hand when you meet them?"

"My mother died when I was three. Anyway I just don't think it's a custom we do back home. I've never seen it before"

"Oh how dreadful... Where are you from? Wait a minute..." She turned to her servant. "Lurch go back home I'll be fine" Lurch grumbled and walked out slowly. "Grrr..."

Magenta smiled at him "I'm from Transylvania." She stuttered a bit nervously. "Y-you know the one in Europe. No other Transylvania!"

Morticia nodded "So that's why you have this slight accent right? What about we open a bottle of wine and move to something more comfortable?"

Magenta grinned, opening a closet full of wine "white or red?"

Morticia looked at all the bottles with wide eyes "Oh wow! Red is the best!"

"Good choice. Is there a year you prefer? We have pretty much everything after forty fifty..." Magenta corrected herself to say the earthling year instead of the Transylvanian year "1947"

"That's up to you my dear" She gave her a small smile.

"I like 1973." Magenta pulled out a bottle. Then she walked towards the large double doors, leading to the ballroom. There was a couch in a corner, a large curtain that was closed with a throne sitting in front of it, and a jukebox that looked out of place in the old fashioned looking room. Magenta led Morticia to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable"