So this is my first fic for Sweeney Todd, and so please be nice about it. If I really messed it up, please forgive me. (I know that Sweeney sounds slightly OCish, but he hasn't had sex for 15 years, he's horny, give me a break.) This is my first ST fic as I said, so I have never written one before. Never... Please just leave me some constructive critisism. And flames, well lets just say that my element is water so fire doesn't really bother me. Anyways enough with reality, Lets get onto the rated M Fantasy, shall we?
Rated M for mature themes that you uncool people may find offensive. There will most definitely be sex, so if you don't like that, I sugest that you leave ASAP. And anyways if you don't like sex, what are you doing reading any of my stories? Also rated M for blood, language, and alcohol reference.
Do You Love Me
I didn't know why I loved him so much, cause he could be a real prick sometimes. He was so cold to Toby and me. Sometimes I think that he hates us both. He stays locked up in his room, and sometimes doesn't come down for days on end. He can drink a bottle of gin a day, and sometimes I think he actually does, cause my stock of liquor is running low. I'm trying to get him to love me, and I won't stop until he does. My plans will most likely start with getting rid of that Lucy bitch. He believes her dead anyways, so whats the harm of killing her, and leaving her corpse in a sewer drain somewhere huh? She's always coming around at the worst of times, and messing up my plans.
I walked over to the window, and looked across the street at a hunched figure, who was talking madly to herself.
'Well speak of the devil, and he shall appear,' I thought to myself, as I opened the door, and advance toward the woman across the dark street.
"Hello my dear." I said when I reached her. She turned quickly towards me, and started muttering under her breath.
"I said hello."
"Could you spare some change for a poor old woman?" She asked me in a sickly tone.
"I have something better." I said. "Follow me." I walked quickly down a dark alley to a place where I knew I could dump her lifeless body. I took a fleeting glance behind me, and sure enough she was following.
'Perfect.' I thought with glee. When I reached the end of the alley, I turned abruptly, and swung a butcher knife at her. The knife connected with her once fair skin, with a sound like tearing paper. I felt the warm blood spatter across my face, and tasted it as it seeped into my partially opened mouth. The sweet, coppery flavour made me gag, and I doubled over, ready to expel last nights dinner, but nothing came up. I stood strait, teetering a little as a wave of dizzyness overcame me.
When I regained my balance, I looked down at the stupid wretch, and felt another wave of nausia, as I saw the blood spurt from the ugly wound in her neck. I bent down, (with some difficulty, as the corset I was wearing pushed into my chest, restricting my breathing) and dragged the lifless woman to the open sewer drain, where I dropped her in.
Laughing, I returned to the pie shop, to have a bath. I sat in the warm water for hours, and when I finally got out I relised that I hadn't brought a change of clothes with me. I tightly wrapped a soft towel around my torso, and exited the bathroom. I walked into the sitting room, and stopped dead, almost dropping the towel as I saw Mr. T sitting in Albert's old chair. He looked up as I walked in, and gave me a ghost of a smile.
", I would like to talk to you." He said standing, and taking a few steps toward me.
I stood rooted to the spot, not able to speak, (for once) as he took the remaining stride toward me. He was so close to me, that I could smell his cologne, and for once he didn't smell as if he had bathed in gin.
"About what Mr. T?" I asked hoarsely.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leaned in toward me. "About how I am to pay for my room and board."
"You are paying for it Mr. T. You're getting me the meat for my shop." I said, breathless, if he meant that in the way that I think, no hope he meant that...
"Well," he said "I thought a shilling a week would do it, along with some help about the shop." My heart plummeted.
"Oh, yeah, sure that'll do it Mr. T." I said in my fake cheery tone.
"Good." He said, placing one of his hands on my cheek. I almost melted at his feet, he was touching me, in a caring way! I opened my eyes, and let out a little gasp to see that he'd also opened his. They were clouded with something like concern.
"Mrs. Lovett, are you alright?" He asked
"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine, just a bit woosey. Got a bit of blood on me down in the bake house." I said. How I hated to lie to him, but this lie was needed. He would never forgive me if he found out that I killed his precious Lucy.
"Oh, well maybe you should lay down." He said moving back.
"Yeah, maybe I will." I said, I took step toward my room, but my legs wouldn't hold me up any longer, and I fell forward, to be caught by Mr. T. His hands were warm, and his arms were surprisingly strong, and for some reason unknown to me I felt safe, like nothing could hurt me. Which of course was crazy, because I was being held in the arms of the most dangerous man I had ever met, a man who could kill anyone with absolutley no remorse, a man... who was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.