Disclaimer: I do NOT own Riff Raf, Frank or Magenta. If I did I would be a very happy girl because Magenta is awesome.
The fury overwhelmed him, gnawing at his tormented soul and tearing at his fragile heart. He was a man accustomed to showing very little emotion, but when he DID, it was for a good reason. When he did, his emotions were strong as they come, overwhelming, overpowering, all-consuming.
Riff Raff was blinded by fury at what he saw: Frank, forcing himself on his beloved Magenta. Magenta was his and his alone: his dearest sister, his partner in crime, his love, his soul-mate, his everything. Yet here stood Frank, arms around her waist, biting like a Vampire at her slender ivory neck. Magenta squirmed uncomfortably in the vice-grip of the drunken Frank, trying desperately to free herself from her captor's restraints.
In a flash he was by her side. In one brief instant she was again in the arms of her rightful lover...and Frank was on the floor. Writhing in agony, Frank had been struck down with tremendous force.
Riff Raff cupped Magenta's face in his hands, gazing with a prtective love at his darling sister. Then their lips met in a passionate embrace as they melted into each other's arms, neither wanting to break away.
"You're mine, Magenta," he whispered against her warm lips, feeling her smile at his words. "You always will be...and I will always protect you, no matter what."
