A/N- Well, I'm totally bored, and on wayyy too much caffeine right now, so I decided to write a short story, maybe it will have about five chapters, all about this length. I don't really know where I am going with this story, but if you want me to continue, please review and tell me, or else I won't.
He's like a rock, he is, not one bit of feeling in his entire body.' Mrs. Lovett thought to herself, watching the pale barber pace around his gloomy surroundings.
"Get out." He groaned, she could tell he was angry again, conflicted as she liked to think of it. Then that way it's as if she didn't cause his anger, it was just the demons of his past that caused him to take things out on her. Deep down inside Nellie knew she was to blame, her nit picking personality had always brought out the worst in people, she was a strong one, a force to be reckoned with, the eyelash that fell into your pupil and wouldn't come out, no matter how hard someone blew, or rubbed on it.
"Mistah T, no need to
get snappy with me, I'm only tryin' to help." She replied biting
her lip, she knew his reaction wasn't going to be pleasant, but she
figured any reaction at all from such a vegetable of a person would
be quite alright.
"You haven't seen me snappy yet, Mrs.
Lovett, Maybe my mood right now seems a little agitated, that it is,
but you don't want to see me, snappy." Sweeney stated with an
eerie calmness filling his voice. She decided that pushing the matter
would make things far more worse, she tugged at the bottom of her
skirt so that she wouldn't fall over herself, and exited the room
before the awkward silence became dangerous.
"Pretty women." Sweeney held one of his friends lightly in his hand, analyzing it's every glorious detail.
"Are a wonder." He whispered underneath his breath, closing his eyes, he continued to finger the cold metal, the smoothness of it's surface making his skin tingle with contentedness.
The glowing of the moon was apparent through his foggy window, the town was now quiet, dying down from the usual noise and bustle of the day. Benjamin Barker had always loved to stare at the night sky, the glowing shine of the moon, but today, Sweeney Todd decided he had liked the shine of his blades a whole lot more.
Mrs. Lovett didn't like what she saw in the mirror, not only was her skin flushed and pale as a ghost, her once treasured hair had become a rat's nest itself. No wonder Mr. Todd didn't want to lay a finger on her, she was dirt compared to Lucy. Lucy, with her golden hair that looked almost surreal against her creamy sun kissed skin. The natural lady like appeal she possessed, how she could bring a man down to his knees with one bat of her full eyelashes. Nellie had always been jealous of her, but she had no reason to keep reminiscing about the old Lucy, she was now a dirty, insane thing of the streets. Barely recognizable, and completely unrecognizable from a far away distance.
Though Mr. Todd didn't know any of this, in his mind, Lucy had died a while back by taking her own life, just as Nellie had told him. She had died as the angel she was fifteen years before, but she was now nothing but a filthy beggar and a prostitute.
Nellie's hands wandered to her full head of curly auburn hair, she began taking out the dozens of pins arranged messily around her scalp. Each strand was drier than the other, she had no hope for her hair at all, it had grown to crazy to deal with anymore, and she simply needed to do something about it. Mrs. Lovett threw on her silky black robe, and wandered out of her room, making her way up the rickety flight of stairs that led to Mr. Todd's barber shop.
"Mistah T, Mistah T, please open up." She pleaded, banging on the door with her right hand, an oil lamp firmly placed in her left one. An irritated Sweeney answered the door after much hesitation.
"What is it that you want Mrs. Lovett?"
"I want you to cut me hair Mistah T, please." Nellie stared into the barber's eyes, his expression seemed to ease a little, and he stepped back wards, motioning for her to enter his working space.