Author's note: The idea for this just came to me so I'm going with the flow here. I'll update when I can. But enjoy and leave a review!
Toby was dead. Her sweet little Toby. He lay on the bakehouse floor, his neck broken and his throat cut, a jagged, ruby smile working its way across his skin. His lifeblood poured out, staining the stones he lay upon. Sweeney Todd stood before him, still soaked in the judge's blood, now wet with Toby's own. Nellie Lovett just stood there, pale as a ghost against the light of the oven's fire.. Lucy had been long tossed into the oven, along with the wretched Beadle Banford. She and Mr. T were the only ones left. Them and Toby's lifeless corpse. After a moment the soft clink of Sweeney's faithful friend hitting the ground filled the silence. Nellie jumped. Sweeney saw, and smiled, ever so faintly, before he spoke in a cold voice. "Burn him," he said, his dark, black eyes looking into hers.
Mrs. Lovett shook her head, her wild auburn curls moving in time to the motion. "No," she whispered in a broken voice. "He don't deserve that. We should just bury him." Sweeney raised an eyebrow and laughed. He LAUGHED at her. "Bury him you say?" He mocked her. "Oh yes, let's bury him. But not before I put a halo on his head. Perhaps a pair of wings, too. Since he's such an angel." His pale lips curled into a sneer. "Did you forget, Mrs. Lovett, that he planned to expose us? Burn him..." He spoke it with just a bit more force, making the baker flinch. She moved one step, two steps, three... She moved until she was standing in front of Toby's body as well. She could feel the demon barber's eyes watching her every move. Part of her wanted to defy him, but she knew better. She slowly, and reluctantly dragged Toby's body to the massive oven, and tossed him into the burning flames. For a time she just stood there, watching the boy's body burn. Until Sweeney's cold voice broke her away from it. "Close the door," he commanded. She did just that, and then, she turned back to him, her heart turning to ice. She did not like the smile on his face.
"You lied to me," he whispered, though this time the words weren't laced with sorrow. No, they were filled with malice, pure evil. "I only did what I thought was best, Mr. T," Nellie said softly. Sweeney smiled again, but it soon turned into a grin. A very twisted grin at that.. He laughed once more. "The best for who, Mrs. Lovett..?" He tilted his head, his ruby covered friend gripped tightly in one hand. When she did not answer, he chuckled. "Yes.. That's what I thought..." Soon Sweeney had her pinned against the bakehouse wall, the bloodstained blade at her throat. "Please Mr. Todd! I never meant no harm!" Mrs. Lovett cried out in fear, and then in pain as Sweeney's hand connected with her face. "Don't feed me your lies... You knew from the moment I walked into your shop that my Lucy lived... Yet you lied to me.. All because your legs are so slick with desire for me that you couldn't contain yourself!" His words had taken on a mocking tone once again, while Mrs. Lovett's face became as red and hot as the fire inside her oven. She stood still and stiff, while Sweeney's hand slid down the front of her dress, down.. Down.. Until he came to her skirts, which he lifted up, spread her legs apart, and promptly shoved his hand inside her, causing her to scream. "Little whore, you're soaking wet," he spat, twisting his fingers this way and that, making the baker squirm and whimper. It'd been a long time since she'd had anything inside her, fingers or otherwise.
Finally Sweeney's torment stopped, leaving her core screaming with pain and her body on fire.. She didn't even have a chance to sob before Sweeney's hand struck her again, and her legs gave out, causing her to fall to her knees. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, you little slut," the barber growled, grabbing her by her auburn curls and hauling her to her feet. Nellie couldn't breathe.. She couldn't think. Her face, it hurt.. Her womanhood... Was that blood she felt, sticky on her thighs? Everything was a blur as she was dragged by the hair, stumbling, out of the bakehouse, and back to the surface once more.
