Sweeny Todd belongs to Someone Else!! (Can't remember who at the time)
Johnny comes over every now and then. (Don't I wish)
His arm pulled back ready to dispatch this bully to the netherworld. Small hands gripped his forearm keeping it still. His outrage was swift, he grabbed the person by the throat, slamming them into the nearest wall.
Mrs. Lovett's eyes were wide with terror. She eyed the blade. His other hand still frozen in midair, she knew that a new target had been chosen. "Please Mr. B. This isn't like you."
Her voice slight in the face of his aggression, "Killin' a man that done you no 'arm."
"'E deserves to die, he was going to blackmail me." She kept still the wheels in her head turning and coming to an understanding, "We'll toss him out in another part of the city. He'll be picked clean in no time." she gasped, her pale face pleading.
"Take him, but I will have my revenge on the judge." he dropped her, his knife held close to his person.
She eyed the man in the vibrant blue coat, he wasn't dead yet but he would be. There was too much blood lost and she was no nursemaid.
She moved him to the steamer trunk, rummaging through his pockets. "Waste not, want not." she replied to Sweeney's raised eyebrow.
"Master, your appointment is nearly here….Master?" the young boy looked around the barbershop. "Has my master left?" the boy turned to Mrs. Lovett. "Yes, love. We bought you from him at a low price for one such as you." Mrs. Lovett handed half the coins to the dumbstruck boy. "Miss? I've no place to be, I'll be separated from my earnings soon enough."
The boy was startled, he looked up at the sound. Sweeney's dark gaze bore into his own, "You've a home with Mrs. Lovett. She needs an apprentice." Mrs. Lovett bent down, cupping his face tenderly, "You run on and get us a bottle of gin. I've a word to have with Mr. B."
Once the child was gone, she confronted him. "Mr. B.? Benjamin?" she stepped closer to him, his back was to her but his mood was uncertain. With a deep breath she couldn't remember taking, she touched his back.
His shoulder's tensed, an indifferent stare meet her fearful one. "I need you to make me a promise." her hands were clasped together, her delicate gloves grinding against each other. "Why?" Sweeney took a step towards her, forcing her to back into the chair.
She landed with a thump, he came around the chair. His forearm leaning menacingly against her exposed throat. Horror filled her eyes, the gleam of silver barely visible in her vision. "I did not tell the whole truth."
Sweeney gripped one side of the chair, forcing it and Mrs. Lovett to tilt back towards him. "Just what did you lie about." his hushed breath sliding over her neck. She shivered, his breath lingering on her collarbone. She turned her head towards him, her mouth inches from his own. "Your wife is still alive."
Sweeney immediately released the chair, the blade slipping by her in agonized slow motion. Sweeney observed the people out in the street, rage filling him at their ignorance of his pain.
He slashed the air, making it seem to vibrate. "You'll tell me where." he demanded advancing to her.
Mrs. Lovett had moved from the chair and had backed into the same wall as before. "Then we'll decide about revenge." he motioned, his fingers holding one strand of her dark hair. She nodded, her eyes closing on their own accord. His lips were rough, his hands pinning her to the wall.
Sweeney let go abruptly, she slid down the wall dazed. "Get out, I want to be alone." he snapped. She got up hastily, her dress barely holding together.
"Mrs. Lovett?" she paused her hand on the door. "The name's no longer Barker. It's Todd. Sweeney Todd."
Without a response, she ran down the steps and into her home, her mouth was sore and tender to the touch but she was smiling anyway.
Upstairs in a ragged chair, Sweeney absentmindedly pulled the black lace fabric hanging off his blade. He threw the knife, it came to a sliding halt against a wall. He examined the black fabric and closed his eyes.