Complete summary : Sweeney Todd died holding his dear Lucy. What happens when he revives mere minutes later, immortal and half-crazed still. Well he flees to the New World of course. and will soon carve a name for himself with the help of one Samuel Colt. Centuries later, when his daughter's last descendent dies in a suspicious fire, he takes notice. Hell hath no fury like the demon barber on a war path.
Disclaimers : I own neither Sweeney Todd nor Supernatural (although I would very much like it :drool: )
Why oh why can't I find the inspiration (or the paper on which I wrote) for the other fanfictions ? WHY! Dx
Plot bunnies when they have you they don't let go T.T"
Prologue
The man blinked slowly, his vision blurred and red encompassing everything. When his eyes cleared, they fell on the bloodied face on his once beloved just as the overwhelming stink of burning flesh nearly made him retch.
Images after images appeared in his head, memories of times long gone and pictures of closer, darker times, finishing with him, kneeling with the pale, lifeless body of his wife, murdered by his own hand.
" Don't I know you, she said…" He murmured in a low, broken voice, his throat burning and his voice seemingly hard to use.
The last sensation engraved in his mind was that of someone standing at his back, before his own friend, his own blade was pulled at his throat and he felt his blood redden the livid face of his once loved one.
But if that had been the case, why was he still alive? A slightly trembling hand came up from where it was still holding the damp and raggedly dress covering his dead Lucy and he touched his blood covered throat, his breath deepening when he felt the scar that was there now. Somehow, even the respite of hell had been stolen from him.
Horror and ubris filled his mind and he felt laughter bubbling in his throat. Throwing his head back, he laughed out loud, his crazed laughter soon abating to heart wrenching sobs as he rocked his body, still holding his deceased wife as if the action alone could correct his deadly mistake.
His body trembling, the man got up from his knees, carrying the body of the woman he'd once loved so much he had killed in her name but ended up killing by mistake. He stifled another sob when he realized her body was beginning to get stiff as a plank. Marching slowly toward the doors of the stinking oven, he opened it and with one last look at her once beautiful face, dropped to the ground. Ignoring the burning ache as his arms burnt from the sheer heat, he deposited her lovingly in the blazing infierno, praying a God he stopped to believe in long ago, that the flames could cleanse her soul from his own folly.
He closed the door religiously, not even daring to watch through the small window as Lucy's body was reduced to incandescence.
Sparing just one look at the bodies of the beagle and the judge, he retrieved his dear silver-plated razor from the floor and stumbled in a drunken-like sway.
He got out of the house, trying to escape the smell of burning flesh that permeated the area. "The Devil's wife" was what his dear Lucy had said of Mrs. Lovett… yes, that suited her, even if in his mind, even the Devil would hesitate before taking such a traitorous wench as a wife.
The burning agony of guilt clouded his mind as he raced for the quays. Lost as he was in his mind, he got on the first ship he could find and hid in the caves, darkness welcoming him all too quickly.
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