Alright, this is my first story so be gentle with me, I bruise easy.
ALL BASHERS WILL BE IGNORED!!!!!!!!!!! Give me something to improve on not dystroy me completly if I wanted that then I wouldnt have taken the time to edit and read it and have it read by an english teacher.
Lastly this is a collabo between I and and a friend so it will be slow in comming, we are actually getting this from our own twisted muse.
Willow Rosenburg sat on her bed sketching in her new drawing book, her pencil seeming to have a life of its own as it glided across the paper. Her eye's occasionally glanced up to her muse, icy blue's glazing over with longing, before the door to her room opened. A girl who looked to be the same age as her stepped inside. Smiling brightly, she moved to join her on the bed.
"What's up babe?" She asked curling her legs to her side.
"Drawing." Willow replied, never looking up from her pad.
"Inspired?" Angelique Smith asked, moving to pull the laptop at Willow's side to herself; roaming her usual websites till she decided on listening to some music on YouTube.
"Yeah, but I can finish later." She replied setting the book aside. "What's up?"
"The pictures duh, its snowing outside." The other muttered smirking up to willow. " Well then lets get dressed."
"Hey willow can I wear your petty coats??" She asked picking up the lavey black and red material.
"Yeah, Hey Angelique, wanna wear this?" Willow asked holding up a frilly black and white shirt.
"Nah I have an idea, but do you think your mom could help?" Angelique asked as she pulled off her pants, and rummaged through her bag to pull out a pair of black tights, suddenly feeling the heated glare aimed at her back. "What did I do!?" Angelique questioned turning to face the poster only to be met with a raised brow.
"Yeah she'll probably help. And he's been glaring all day." Willow muttered zipping up the back of her skirt. Pulling on the black and red petticoats, Angelique fastened her pirate jacket and went to fix her makeup.
"Are you gonna wear makeup too?" She asked darkening the grey shadow.
"Yeah just lipstick." Willow replied moving to the bathroom to do just that.
"Do you have a clue how were gonna be posed, after the one that you wanted?" She asked lining her eyes.
"The first couple yeah, but you said that you had a few ideas too."
"Yeah I do you know how you were talking about laying on the ground and having the blood all around you?"
"Uh-huh…"
"Well I was thinking, like, the second one could be, like, me standing over you with blood on my hands like looking down at you." She said motioning with her hands every so often.
"That sounds cool. Is that why you wanted my moms help?" She asked.
" Yeah, and I had an idea that it could be, like, you facing the camera and me turning away from it looking over my shoulder at you, and you like looking up, you know?"
"Yeah that sounds pretty." Willow replied nodding her head
Pulling on her flats the two walked outside - Camera and blood in tow - her mother shaking her head at the lack of coats or pants.
The pictures came out beautifully, and after a scalding hot shower to take the chill off, they decided to watch movies in Willow's room.
"Hey I had the weirdest dream." Angelique said when the movie was over. "I don't remember all of it but when I woke up my entire body was sore as hell."
"Yeah my dreams have been mad intense too." Willow muttered her eye's widening to emphasize her point.
"Like what?" Angelique asked curiously sitting up from her spot on the bed.
"Well you were in it too, Eric was messing with you and he kept like messing with your hair and stuff like that and you were like trying to get away all cowering in fear and -"
"Wow. Way to make me look like a punk, Willow!" Angelique butted out, huffing lightly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It's not my fault! You probably would do something like that if Eric and the fucking Joker were in my room right know!"
"I wouldn't cower! I'd hide in a corner…that's totally different."
"Either way that was what was in my dream. Not my fault you cower." Willow laughed, putting in another movie.
They stayed up till 5 in the morning watching movies, and the last of course being The Dark Knight twisting and squealing whenever the Joker made an appearance on the screen.
Falling asleep in the middle of it.
"Its dark." Was the only thought that ran through Angelique's mind. Her heart began to pound against her ribcage and her mouth suddenly felt dry. "Too dark." She whimpered, wild eyes staring about, thanks to her odd fear she could actually see through the blackness some what, Barren walls and one boarded window that allowed no light. The floor was hard and cold, from the grainy feel it was stone or cement. A blob laid only a few feet away from her making tears sting at her eye's. Slowly she crawled away ignoring the soreness of her body.. ' its too dark!' was repeated over and over in her mind, along with ideas of just what the blob could be.
"Where am I?" came the mumbled question, nearly making her jump right out of her skin, her guard was up immediately she was standing hands out in front of her poised. She wasn't going to be taken advantage of!
"Willow is that you?" She asked frowning deeply at the waver in her voice.
"Angelique?" Came the reply, her knees almost buckled at the relief she felt. "Thank god! I was so scared I thought you were some one else."
"Where are we?" Willow asked trying to find where Angelique was.
"I don't know. I woke up a little while ago." She answered sliding down the wall.
"Are you ok? You're not hurt or anything are you?" Willow asked, looking up to where the voice came from.
"No It's just really dark in here." She muttered hearing her heart beat ringing in her ears. Suddenly she remembered Poe's Tell Tale Heart.
"Just calm down and breathe. You sound like your hyperventilating." She demanded, Angelique frowned she hadn't even realized that her breathing was so haggard.
"I cant breathe." She muttered between deep breaths.
"Look we need to figure out what's going on before you freak out." She muttered trying to get her to calm down.
Sudden foot steps resounded throughout the room, making them both jump and look about. A door opened and light flooded the room, illuminating the two girls who were staring gobstopped at the man that stood in the door frame, one brow raised and a smile on his face.
"Well, Hello Ladie-suh!"
Thanks for reading and let me know what you think of it. Kind words are much appreciated!