cornerofmadness

Before I get to the drabbles let me say I got the CYA story done. Yea! See me dance. I don't really like it much but i think it can saved eventually.

As for the drabbles :All the first lines in the drabbles are direct Shakespearean quotes and are in chronological order. They're all PG-13 except for The Heir which is R for violence. As always, they aren't mine. We know who they belong to.

Frailty -1881
"Whoever said frailty, thy name is woman, has never met your Darla," Spike said smirking at Angelus.

The vampire mopped the blood from his ridge brow. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split and a bit of wood still stuck out of his thigh. "Shut your gob."

"I would pay to see her beating you around the block again." Spike roared with laughed.

"Did you have to give her that walking stick?" Angelus jerked the offending piece of wood out of his leg, tossing it at Spike.

Spike batted it away. "Serves you right for ogling the maid."

Hamlet I,ii,150

Cursed - BtVS S2

"Of all the base passions, fear is most accurs’d," Angelus flicked his cigarette at her with a smirk.

Buffy’s thumb caressed the stake she held. "You think I’m afraid of you?"

"Prove you aren’t." His tone was like silk over fevered skin.

She knew Angelus was trying to taunt her into making mistakes. It was working. He was enjoying ever drop of her pain, and yes, her fear because it was there thudding in her heart. Her stake found his thigh. Cursing he limped off.

"It’s not fear that’s cursed. It’s love," she whispered at his retreating back.

King Henry VI, Pt. 11, V, ii,18

Reason AtS 3

"A beast that wants discourse of reason, that’s what a vampire is, Steven. Never forget that," Holtz said.

"They’re monsters." Steven looked up from the knife he was sharpening.

"That’s too simple a word, Steven. You have to understand how cunning they are, how intelligent they can be. You can not reason with them. Trying to will get you killed."

"I understand," the boy said dismissively.

"Be sure that you do. A demon will always show its colors in the end."

""I won’t reason with the thing...my real father. I’ll kill it," Steven said eagerly.

Holtz smiled proudly.

Hamlet I, ii, 150

The Heir Ats S3

"The son and heir of a mongrel bitch!" Holtz raged. "Is that all you want to be, Steven?" The heavy leather belt fell hard against the bared skin of the teenager’s back.

"No, Father, please..." Steven whimpered, staying on his knees. His father had caught him a second time with stained bedding He had willfully ignored the lecture on the sins of self-pleasure. He wouldn’t be able to ignore his bleeding back. "It hurts."

Holtz dropped the blood stained belt and caught his son’s chin. "It’s for your own good or you’ll never be more than the demons that made you."

King Lear, II, ii, 23

Blood - Ats S4
Blood will have blood Angel thought as he tasted the sweetness of his son as his blood gushed down his throat. Connor’s blood, full and hot, better than those little sips that Wolfram and Hart had spiked his pig’s blood with. There was power in this blood, energizing him beyond reason, this blood he had help make.

His son sagged against him and Angel slit his own chest open, forcing Connor to drink, blood for blood.. Angel screamed, sea water pouring into his throat. He could see nothing in the murky depths and the hallucinations started again. Connor tasted good.

Macbeth III, iv,122

Night - AtS S4

A kingdom of perpetual night, Connor couldn’t have imagined it would be this bad. Vampires were everywhere, as if L.A. had sent out a siren’s call. Still, it helped, to dissipate the rage and fear inside him. He couldn’t face his true father even though Angelus was in his cage. Connor feared, not the demon, but that he might actually like the thing that had fathered him. He felt the bond to Angelus, knew deep down that he had feelings that were not hate. No, he couldn’t go home so he stalked the night, killing his father by proxy.

King Richard III

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