-1What have I done? Sweeney asked himself as he looked down on his wife's face. Oh sweet Lucy, sweet dear Lucy. He had brought her to her end, as he had brought all those other men to theirs. He would never forget her last words. "Do I know you mister?" He had thought her some mad woman, and she was. She had poisoned herself, just as he had poisoned himself with his idea's of vengeance. His sweet little girl, he had threatened her too, he recognised the girl's face, it was so like Lucy's. And her eyes, her beautiful eyes. She had eyes like her mother's, soft and sweet. He could look at her a thousand times, yet a thousand times would kill him, she was her mother's daughter in looks, with yellow hair, yellow hair like wheat.
He touched Lucy's hair softly, if there was any human in him left it had left. He had murdered every emotion in him except for hate. He knew that he would never live beyond this day. He could never live with the pain, the misery he had caused himself. He was a monster to his daughter, a murderer to his wife. He had burned Mrs. Lovett, and had killed numerous men. The last he could have lived with. But to see the terror in his baby girl's eyes as she looked upon his face… that had hurt him beyond words.
Blood clung to him like a second skin.
The stench of the fire as it made ashes of Nellie Lovett.
He noticed none of this. He was so caught up with his grief. He was a true monster. A killer.
A grate moved away from the sewers, and Sweeney heard the sound of a body lifting itself up from the hole.
Toby.
The boy, the boy would finish him off, this he knew.
He welcomed it.
The slight scuff of leather shoes as the child moved across the floor. Standing behind him, Toby held the razor. Hatred, fear, and vengeance flooded the boy's dark eyes. He had loved Nellie like a son loves his mother.
Sweeney softly sung to himself, "A barber and his wife…"
He would not finish this song. He did not know any other word for what he had become.
Toby drew back his arm as the barber lifted his head to expose his neck. He would welcome death with open arms.
The razor cut through Sweeney's flesh like butter. Blood poured down his front, mixing with that of Judge Turpin's. It poured down onto Lucy's face in such a way, she seemed to be crying blood.
Toby backed away still holding the sharp razor. He had his vengeance, but nothing would take the place of the pain.
A pool of blood surrounded the Barker couple. Death had taken them both. To where no one would know, heaven or hell, it did not matter, Sweeney Todd had died, the monster within him had left too.
A darkness would surround the building for ages.
Tales of a Monster.
A Murderer.
A Man with no Love.
Sweeney Todd and his passion to seek revenge for his wife and daughter.