Part IV : the ironity of it.

Fandom : Shakespeare. Yes, that's right, Shakespeare. You might think that fanfiction.net is full of lengthy and intelligent essays on the content of the works of the great WS...well. You won't if you've ever been there. Putting the 'bad' in 'bard' since the 1990s...

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from the summary :
What if Juliet never really died when she stabbed herself at the monument? What if she was really a vampire who now in modern day worked as a theif? And what if she met up with a club owner and a mysterious young assasin when she returned to Verona?

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It was then Mercutio realized that he had to get out of Verona quickly. Seeing the ‘dead’ walk among the living was not a good sign for them. Part of him wished he’d been human and Tybalt had run him through but another part was glad that Romeo bit him. He grinned at the memory. It was a sexy bite because indeed, Romeo was a very sexy werewolf.

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That was until a load clanking noise awoke her swiftly. She sat up with a start only to find herself in a totally different room that really WAS a 1500's torture chamber or at least it looked like one.

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"Who's there?" Emma yelled through the cover of darkness.

"Who art thou?" the voice responed. Emma could now tell the general direction from witch the voice was coming.

"I asked you first!" She said squinting to try to see who or what was talking to her, the effort failed.

"Well I asked thou second so what difference dose it make?"

"The POLITE thing to do would be to tell me who 'thou art'." Emma responed mocking the accent the man's voice held.

"Thou dare mock me! I am lord Othello and thou shall pay for such insolence!"

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When she stood up completely strait she pushed her long black braid behined her shoulder. Than tried to smooth out her rags but realized that any attempt to do this would be in vein, her cloths basically had gone to hell and back.

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Now that Othello was in the light she could see that he was tall, looked almost Indian with dark hair and big brown eyes. Bassanio was just alittle taller than she, he had long hair, down to his shoulder with what Emma assumed was nobleman cloths on. He was obviously the most polite of all four and certainly had the prettiest eyes Emma had ever seen. Romeo was short, Emma guessed about 5’2, he had shorter hair but not exactly as short as most of the boys in her class had. He looked down at his food in his lap and tried his best not to make eye contact with her.

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"I still can't believe what my fair lady did to me!" Othello said, "Poor, poor Destamona."

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The train stopped next to a river bank, which was not far away from town. There was a big door or even an arch way that led to the street from the train station. After a minute the doors of the train flew open and the passengers went out. Well not all of them because it wasn’t the last stop, some of them were still in there cabins drinking there coffee and eating there breakfast.

"Where is that train from sir?" asked a girl, who looked very worried that she has mist her train.

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Then the woman bereaved with relief and said "Thank you good sir. It is kind of you to waist your time on me."

"Well it is good to waist it on a nice young lady like you." his voice grew sweater as he lifted his head and she sow his smile and his face really, but the most amusing was his smile.

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The taxi took them to the hotel which was required, called "Malcoms place". It was called after a king, which lived 90 years ago or some where about that. It all was a long story and every one had forgotten it long time ago.

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from the summary :
one-shot: the missing scene between demetrius and helena. on the wedding night, helena things twice.

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A short poem about Romeo's last moments and the ironity of it.

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Life and Death
Ironies of Breath
Sweet sighs, terrible cries
As she lies
Appearing dead
He takes her hand
While decay feels the air
And dampness caresses his hair


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author's note :
I would like to thank Evanescence for writing/making the song this was inspired from.

Lain Dolohov: I do thank you for the spelling correction, but I would like you to note that I wrote this in twenty minutes, for a Lit Project no less, and I no next to nothing about Shakespeare. You sound like a professional write or a college student majoring in literature (at least by your review). I’m a freshman in high school. I don’t care if there are clichés or a proper ‘meter’ (even if I knew what it was), I have enough issues as it is!

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I feel my eyes stir as I try to open my eyes. Groggily, they open and my eyes look upon the darkness surrounding me. The tiny bit of light that broke through the cracks in the stone wall flickered on something lying next to me.

Baffled by the object next to me, I reached out and touched it. Pain struck through my finger as with reaction, I sucked on my finger and tasted the iron of my own blood. Realizing what it was know, I was even more confused then before.

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Dead bodies everywhere. Some bloated from being in here so long, and some with bloody wounds. The sight made me feel. I lost all feeling in my feet and never felt the ground before I was unconscious.

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I cried out and reached over the bed to him and pulled him back onto the bed kissing him in apology for the pain I put him through minuets ago.

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from the summary - I know I quoted a lot from this story but I love it to death :
Romeo and Juliet type fic .Only Romeo is a vampire and Juliet is a mortal based in 2004 ummm Madie plays Juliet and Tom is Romeo

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The house was medival looking , dark and gloomy . Maddie looked up she couldn’t believe her parents had dragged her halfway across the country again , She was happy in South Africa, Belgium.Paris and had had just enough time to make good friends in America and now dad’s job has dragged them to yet another unexplored corner of the world Derbyshire

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Maddie was looking around the room she had chosen it was a rich red color with gold curtains it had faded pictures of old playbills and movie posters from the 80's. Dirty Dancing . The clash , The bangles, the beetles.

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She was leaving late at night and returned early in the morning the same person that she was when she was ten years old but the worst thing happened In her opinion she fell in love with a mysterios stranger who left her to become a creature of the night without strings attached . She would never forgot the day she met him after he sang at a club . She was being interigated by a shady character that kept staring at her neck with clear intentions, his kanine teeth were long and sharp he made her nervous. Of course she had heard about vampires but never had she came in contact with one . Standing face to face with the monster she whispered a hail mary but didn’t move an inch .

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Four months later he sung under her window and even though he did not drink her blood he was in love with her she felt the same he did so they did what lovers do and then Mike, the vampires name found out that his beloved was pregnant with a half blood , she begged him to let her drink his blood . But he explained that the baby would die and she would be eternally damned being a vampire was a curse not a cure to solve difficult problems.

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That’s why my mother never lets me go out alone she is scared the vampires will drink my blood turn me against my family, be eternally damned changing the subject rather abruptly Carly spoke like she was sucking a lemon

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Toms agitation butted heads with Maddie’s .

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Maddie stood so close to him that he could smell her scent like freshly baked cookies and cherries but Tom held his ground they were locked in a challenge like two rabid dogs each one refusing to look away Tom was struck by her eyes a perfect blue that he had never before seen in any human , banshies maybe but not humans .

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She walked outside only to find Tom looking up at her, Juliet. Juliet with thou grace me with thine’s presence Maddie began to laugh okay that was officially the strangest version of SHAKESPEARE I’ve ever heard.