Nellie Lovett knew that the bloodlust of Sweeney Todd couldn't be assuaged by the souls of a thousand dead men--if, Lord help her, he did manage to kill that many--nor by her own callused hands. But that didn't stop her from trying.
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle, Sweeney would blink and her heart would flutter. And why shouldn't it? He all but owned that last piece of her humanity, and if he hadn't she certainly would've given it to him by now. Baked it into one of her pies and put it on a silver platter for him no less...he did love silver, didn't he?
Yes, he essentially owned her soul. She had already signed it away to him after all, though she didn't realize it yet.
Nellie's heart was bound by a contract that ran deeper than the blood of Sweeney's victims. The moment she fell for Benjamin Barker was the moment that sealed her downfall. And she thought she'd always love Benjamin; she did--but not like she expected (Sweeney!), not like she wanted (Sweeney!). Her love for him was her curse, her cross to bear, and it chafed. She spent the best years of her life pining for him, the last year serving him, and her final moment burning for him.
Nellie Lovett knew that she was tethered to Sweeney Todd, and it was too late to cut ties. She had invested too much in him, in their contract...if only she'd read the small print.
A/N: So this is my first fanfic...it was inspired by Muse's song "The Small Print". I'm not sure if I like how it's turned out. Oh well! Reviews! If you guys like it I might do a second part form Sweeney's POV. We'll see...MWUHAHAHA!