"The Gift": Analysis of "The Gift" Arc of ABC-TV's Port Charles
(c) Alison Armstrong
(c) Alison Armstrong
An analysis of the "The Gift" episodes of the show Port Charles, formerly of ABC-TV. This site will focus on the scenes featuring the vampire character Caleb
Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port Charles are
the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or the actors
portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author, Alison
Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port Charles are
the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or the actors
portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author, Alison
Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
"The Gift" #29 (cont.)
"No, please,” she sobs, clutching him. “Please, Caleb, please!”
“Oh, not so tough when I’m your last hope, are you?” he taunts.
“Just send me there, too,” she pleads.
“No,” he refuses. “Too late. It’s already happened.”
“I hate you so much I could kill you with my own bare hands,” she wails.
“Ah, come on,” he responds. “Who are you fooling? It’s not in you. You can’t change your true nature.”
"No, please,” she sobs, clutching him. “Please, Caleb, please!”
“Oh, not so tough when I’m your last hope, are you?” he taunts.
“Just send me there, too,” she pleads.
“No,” he refuses. “Too late. It’s already happened.”
“I hate you so much I could kill you with my own bare hands,” she wails.
“Ah, come on,” he responds. “Who are you fooling? It’s not in you. You can’t change your true nature.”
Snappies of "The Gift" scenes taken by
A. Armstrong
A. Armstrong
“No, I wouldn’t . . . I wouldn’t bet on that,” she bristles. “Because I’m telling you, if I thought it would bring
Rafe back, I would drive a stake through your heart and not even blink an eye.”
“It wouldn’t do any good. He has sealed his own fate,” Caleb points out.
“I don’t believe that,” she protests. “Just at least tell me what’s going on. Tell me what he’s doing. Can you
give me that much information?”
“Oh, you know the kid,” Caleb replies, mockery tinged with admiration. “He’s not going to give up easily.”
Rafe back, I would drive a stake through your heart and not even blink an eye.”
“It wouldn’t do any good. He has sealed his own fate,” Caleb points out.
“I don’t believe that,” she protests. “Just at least tell me what’s going on. Tell me what he’s doing. Can you
give me that much information?”
“Oh, you know the kid,” Caleb replies, mockery tinged with admiration. “He’s not going to give up easily.”
“He was never going to keep your ring,” she desperately insists. “He was just afraid of what might happen if he
didn’t at least destroy it.”
“And you know what?” Caleb snarls, grabbing Alison’s face. “You people don’t even know your own laws of
Nature, do you? For every action, there is an equal, opposite reaction—me!” Her skin is soft, supple, easily
bruised. She is defiant yet vulnerable, ignorant to the unreasoning chthonic forces ruling the cosmos with
merciless precision.
“Please, I’m begging you,” she sobs. Yielding to his firm, fierce, strangely comforting grip, she lays her head
upon his chest.
didn’t at least destroy it.”
“And you know what?” Caleb snarls, grabbing Alison’s face. “You people don’t even know your own laws of
Nature, do you? For every action, there is an equal, opposite reaction—me!” Her skin is soft, supple, easily
bruised. She is defiant yet vulnerable, ignorant to the unreasoning chthonic forces ruling the cosmos with
merciless precision.
“Please, I’m begging you,” she sobs. Yielding to his firm, fierce, strangely comforting grip, she lays her head
upon his chest.
