cornerofmadness

Everyone seems to remember me and are impressed with how good I'm doing. I feel better about it outside of the fact they let the pain pills (and my insulin) out of my system so now I'm hurting and my sugar is high. Though I think I just twisted that knee a bit getting back in bed because I'm having an all new pain that is sharp as fuck.

If you want the address here, just PM me.

The only other thing I have is a story for

spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge. this one is Buffyverse.

Title: A Lovely Night Ruined
author:

cornerofmadness
Characters/Pairings: fanged four
Disclaimer: Not mine, Whedon owns it.
Summary: All Angelus wanted was a nice night out.
Rating: teen
Notes: Written for spikesgirl58s challenge to use the words if, stage, wall, chaos, silence and lace in a story. IF you prefer to read on AO3 you can find it here.

Angelus couldn’t take his eyes off the stage. He was glad William had taken Drusilla for the night. He hadn’t shared where he and Darla were going with the young vampire, not after all the ribbing he’d given William’s poetry. He wasn’t ready for William – he was also not ready to call him Spike – to know that he actually enjoyed the arts. Angelus considered himself one hell of an artist but he could never do what he and Darla were about to partake in.

Silence settled over the theater as the conductor raised his arms, baton at the ready. A prickle of excitement flittered across his cool skin. Next to him Darla sat in a pale blue gown dripping in lace. It complimented her skin beautifully. Her eyes weren’t on the stage. She was calculating their escape paths, where the crowds might hinder them all the while scanning from wall to wall for the tastiest bites they could sample at intermission. If the performance was good, dinner could wait until the curtain came down.

The symphony started as the curtain rose. Entranced, Angelus watched the ballerinas glide out to the newest ballet fresh from Russia: Swan Lake. If he needed to breathe, Angelus would have been holding his breath as he took in the ethereal movements of the dancers. It had been a long time since he’d heard music so evocative and a dance so captivating. Darla seemed equally drawn in.

Suddenly someone screamed, fracturing the moment. Angelus twisted in his seat and then swore violently seeing Drusilla dancing down the aisle and William tearing into the patrons at the back of the theater. Chaos erupted as patrons shrieked and ran for the door. Since there was nothing to do for it now, Angelus grabbed the closest sweet young thing and drained her before chasing after William.

“This is the ponce thing you do when I’m not looking,” William brayed.

Angelus gritted his fangs. They clashed hard, battling their way back out to the street. Out of the corner of his eye, Angelus saw Darla steer Drusilla away, finding a nearby carriage and leaving them. Even more infuriated now, Angelus beat William into the cobblestones. It wasn’t easy. He had trained the younger vampire far too well but it was worth it. William had ruined a special night and that would not stand. William needed to remember who was in charge and it was a lesson Angelus was happy to teach him.