Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd and Co. Never have and never will belong to me
AN: 'Ere we are! Another oneshot! R&R! Sweeney's POV.
This isn't right. It's wrong. Sickly wrong. Why does she have to show me so much sympathy? Why does she not hate me for the monster I've become? Why does she see through that part and see me? Will her voice ever quit echoing me thoughts?
I hate this. Every time I see her, every time she opens her mouth, I feel like betraying Lucy more and more, because I know she's right. And that's sickly wrong.
I want to kill her, want her blood on me hands for making me feel this way. But I can't, I won't. And that sickens me more. She does too much for me, she's too useful to throw away.
I'm beginning to feel for her what I once felt for Lucy, and that's just unacceptable!
A scream shatters me thoughts. Her scream. Shit. I run downstairs and into her pie shop.
There's a man with a knife standing there, crushing Nellie against him, his fly down, the skirt if her dress hiked up.
"Sw-" Nellie starts to say me name but I raise a finger to me lips, signaling her to be quiet. Her eyes widen with hope, I think. She might've nodded if she could.
I crept up behind the man, drawing one of me razors slowly from me belt.
"Let her go," I spat in the man's ear. He whirled his head around, surprised.
"Or what?" he asked smugly.
"Well," I said with a polite smile as I shrugged. I brought me razor to his neck and quickly slit his throat, spraying blood all over Nellie and meself. "That," I answered angrily.
I looked at Nellie, who has sunk to the floor, breathing heavily, eyes wide.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly as I bent down to help her up. She nodded.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Sure thing," I reply. That was one thing I can not stand, men trying to rape women! Just like that damn judge and me Lucy! Poor Nellie. Good thing she screamed or I wouldn't have gotten there in time.
It took me a second to notice the clear streak cutting through all that blood on her face was a tear.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked skeptically.
"I'm fine," she whispered, her voice cracked. She turned away from me. I heard a sob escape her throat. She began to walk away, but I caught her arm. She looked at me, shocked.
"You are clearly not fine," I stated, using her arm to pull her back to me. I akwardly wrapped me arms around her in a hug. She hesitated for a second, but let it out, crying into me chest.
When she finally pulls away, she looks so miserable that I do the unthinkable, I kiss her.
Since then, things have been very different between us two.