I don't own Rocky, or the song 'Those Were the Days' by Mary Hopkin. Last chapter, you guys. :)

She was really asleep this time; Riff Raff knew his sister well.

He stood over the bed, watching her sleep, quaking with fear and rage. It had been one night since she had snuck away to DeLordy's; Riff wasn't planning on giving her another chance for that.

He hoisted himself onto the bed and lifted himself on top of her, straddling her hips. Magenta awoke, smiling slightly. "Hello, Riff," she greeted him groggily.

"Hello, 'Genta," Riff said, his voice maliciously light as he leaned down and kissed her. It disgusted him; knowing that the lips he touched now were tainted with those of DeLordy.

Magenta kept her eyes closed; reaching up blindly to wrap her arms around her brother's neck. Riff kissed her again before allowing his hand to stray to the pillow lying next to her. Magenta had no idea; how could she know what her dear brother was planning for her?

"I saw you," Riff murmured as he kissed his sister, "Last night."

Magenta's eyes flew open. "What?" She tried to sit up, but Riff tightened his grip on her, keeping her pinned to the mattress.

"You can't fool your brother, Magenta," Riff said softly, smiling. Magenta's wild eyes searched his face, trying to pinpoint an emotion other than cool nonchalance. The resentment inside of Riff Raff was hidden brilliantly within him; his face gave away nothing.

"Riff Raff... that was nothing," Magenta stammered hurriedly, "I swear!"

"Don't be upset," Riff crooned, leaning down to kiss her on the neck, "We are all tempted by others. I just have to make sure it doesn't happen again, that's all."

Tears rolled down Magenta's face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she moaned.

"Go to sleep, Magenta," Riff said, "That's all it takes. DeLordy can't have you when you sleep. You'll be mine, forever."

Magenta stared up at him, confused. "I... what?"

Riff's gentle smile suddenly turned sinister. "I'll keep you safe, 'Genta. Just trust me." His hand tightened on the pillow he had been reaching for, and he brought it in front of him, grinning maliciously.

Magenta's eyes widened, and she tensed. Riff knew she was going to put up a fight, so he flexed his thighs, securing his sister's position underneath him.

"You're not going to-" she began, terrified.

"Goodnight, my dearest sister," Riff whispered happily before pressing the pillow over Magenta's nose and mouth.

When Magenta stopped thrashing, Riff tossed the pillow away, staring down at his sister's panicked, unmoving face. He closed her blank, glassy eyes, singing softly:

Those were the days, my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we'd choose

We'd fight and never lose

When we were young, and sure to have our way.

THE END