CREEP! [SWEENEY!

[NATASHA CHRISTINE LLOYD]

Her eyes were close but the blonde wasn't sleeping, not at all. In fact, she had woken up with a noise from downstairs and soon, decided it was nothing; decided that it was best to go back to sleep however, she was in lost in her thoughts: about her past, her future and her present. It was all very messed up to the blonde and Natasha tried her best to push all the images and memories to the back of her mind so she could concentrate on sleeping. After an exausthing show that night, the first thing the woman had been looking for was some sleep on her comfortable, warm bed, wrapped in her soft blankets. A sigh escaped her lips, as she turned into a more comfortable position, having finally forgotten about everything else. A small smile appeared on her lips as she drifted to sleep, however all of a sudden her eyes shot open; she was sat on the bad as she watched someone close her bedroom door.

Her eyes widened as she was now uncovered; the pijama shirt she had been wearing was unbuttoned, showing her pink, lacy bra to the stranger walking inside her room. "Wha- Who-"

[/b] The blonde stuttered, fear rushing through her veins. She wasn't sure how to think, or how to feel or any of the sort: Natasha was frozen waiting for the worst. Her blue eyes tried their best to adjust to the darkness so she could figure out who on earth was there, who was going to rape her or even worse: kill her. Letting out a breath, Natasha's muscles relaxed for a few seconds as the face came closer and it looked oddly familiar. Sitting up straight, the blonde realized how horrible her reflexes were if it had been some sort of rapist but tried her best to ignore her thoughts, concluding that she'd think about that later because now, she had something else to worry about. Her eyes were still slightly widened as she was in shock, looking at the man in front of her. "Sweeney? Sweeney Draven? What are you doing here?!"[/b]
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[SWEENEY "THE CROW" DRAVEN]

I'M NOT OKAY
{ YOU SAID YOU READ ME LIKE A BOOK }

The infamous Crow stared up at the skyscreaping buiding with a smile on his darkly handsome face, a smile that would scare the living daylights out of normal people, such as you and I. This was where she lived, the women he'd been keeping tabs on ever since he first saw her, a women from his past, the good days he had before he was sent to prison for his dreadful and most disgusting deeds, deeds that were so terrible it would sent shivers down your spine just telling you all about it, so terrible that you wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks without worrying about him doing the same to you.

Sweeney, with the appearance of a (very, very goodlooking) corpse, slowly entered the building the building, dressed in a white shirt, grey waistcoat, black skinnies, and black slacks, and made his way to the penthouse she lived in. He'd found out everything he could about the new life she'd made for herself in New York after he'd gone to prison, he'd needed to know everything before he began to seek her out so he could... talk to her. When he entered thepenthouse, unclocking the door with bobby pins, he found himself surrounded by bright colours. Trying not to cringe, he quickly located her bedroom and found her sitting on her bed as if she'd been waiting for him.

Natasha Lloyd, with her long flowing brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. There she was, looking all perfect, like she hadn't changed one bit. Well, except instead of wearing tight, leather clothes, she wore bright pink pajamas. The cringe almost came back, but he replaced it with a smirk, and he crept forward, hidden in the dark, and unbottoned her pajamas top, revealing her lacy bra. At least she hadn't lost her taste in underwear. He knew she was watching him, trying to figure out who he was. Either that, or she probably thought he was a rapist. In a way, well, that's what he was going to do, but he was going to use the oh so brilliant power of blackmail, too.

Suddenly, the light of the glowing moon that cascaded through the window into the room hit his face and she could now see who he was. He smirked at her, his creepy, almost clear eyes shining brightly, when she spoke his name in a whisper that seemed almost horrified (well, to him, it did). She now probably thought that he was stalking her; or she was wondering how he was out of prison. "Who else would it be?"

[/color] he uttered darkly, and bent low to whisper sensually in her ear. "Did you miss me, babe?"[/color] He took her waist in his hands and nibbled her earlobe harshly. She wasn't going to escape from him.[/size]

I'M NOT OKAY
{ BUT THE PAGES ARE ALL TORN & FRAYED }

K E Y !
the crow speaking.
the crow thinking.
the crow's flashbacks.
the people speaking.

{ the words } four six five.
{ the tags } natasha lloyd.
{ the muse } the new karate kid.
{ the clothes } this right here.
{ the lyrics } i'm not okay (i promise) by my chemical romance.
{ the credit } this template was made by me, allie ablaze. no stealing or copying, or i'll eat your brain. nomnomnom. [/blockquote][/size]