Authors Note: Here a pathetic Sweeney Todd story... Hah.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
She would fall... so soft, so young, so lost and oh so beautiful...
It was dark, at least, as far as his brooding eyes could see. He had just closed up his shop, and had opened the door to head on down for some gin from her shop, when the rain began pouring on his messy raven hair. He watched, as the teardrop shaped liquid fell onto his clothes, spotting the blood away and down the stairs.
"I suppose I shoul' be gettin' myself inside before I catch somethin' awful." He whispered, walking down the stairs.
As he opened the door to the pie shoppe, he noticed, she was leaning headfirst against the scorching hot oven, what seemed to him like crying.
"Mrs. Lovett?" He asked uneasily, and she shot back away from the flames and smiled up at him.
"Finished for the day then?" She mumbled, wiping the tears away. "I suppose I shoul' be gettin' meself back to bakin' for yeh."
"Tell me again, Mrs. Lovett, what happened to my dear Lucy?" He asked, sitting at one of the booths. "I want to know what happened to my wife."
"I told yeh. She poisened 'erself... Arsenic. From the apothecary 'round the corner." Nellie leaned her elbows on the counter and stared down at him. "Why?"
Sweeney shook his head uneasily. "No reason, dear. I just was curious again."
She pushed a piece of her fallen red hair away from her eyes and sighed. He was pathetic sometimes... still thinking about that crazy ol' wife o' is. She didn't understand why he cared so much... when he had her now.
"Now now love, stop this nonsense and babble about yeh dead ol' wifey. She's gone, and she isn' comin' back."
Sweeney glared over at her, bringing his hand down to grip the razor hidden in his pocket. "She isn't dead, Mrs. Lovett."
Shock crossed her features uneasily. "O', o' course she is dearie. Poisened 'erself she did... I swear."
Sweeney shook his head. "Not to me she isn'. She never shall be."
Nellie let out a soft sigh, not realizing he hadn't been speaking literally. "Lucy's gone love, and she isn' ever gonna' come back teh yeh."
He glared up at her and motioned towards a bottle of gin on the counter. She hurried over to grab it for him, then sat beside him as he drank a gulp down.
"Um, Mr. T?"
He shot a look over at her and frowned. "What?"
"Y'know, you coul' always... well, you coul'-" She didn't know how to search for the words she was trying to grip out. They were the hardest ones she'd ever tried to speak to him. "Fall i' love again."
Sweeney let the bottle fall from his hand and spill onto the dirty floor. He looked over at Nellie, his mouth open wide. "What did you say?"
"Nothin', forget I said anythin' o' the sort." She removed herself from the booth and headed back towards the oven, feeling tears sting her eyes once again.
He sat there for a few moments, contemplating the words his landlady had just spoken to him. 'Love her? Pathetic... would I really fall so low as to loving somethin' so...' He looked at her tiny frame and smiled. 'Irrational?'
Opening the oven doors, she grabbed fresh pies out and attempted to set them on the countertop. Instead, she dropped the hot plate all over herself, and she screamed in slight agony. Sweeney, noticing the clamor, jumped over towards her, taking the hot oven rack from her burnt hands.
"Idiot!" He hissed.
She stared up at him, her dress covered in flour, and her hands, beat red from the hot oven rack that she had so absentmindedly forgotten to drop before he'd taken it from her. Her eyes were splotched from the pathetic tears she cried for him, but she didn't care... because all he wanted was his damned Lucy. That deceased wife of his that wasn't coming back.
"I'm sorry Mr. T, I'm such a fool... thinkin' I coul' 'ave anythin' with someone as perfect as yeh are." This comment made his anger subside for a moment, and he felt himself shiver.
"Perfect, you say?" He let out a slight chuckle. "Believe me, I'm the farthest from perfect as you can get."
Nellie sniffled and faced him, rubbing her burnt hands together. "Mr. T, I really do believe y'are perfect."
He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her pathetic and tear infested face. He couldn't help it... he needed to hold her close to his marble chest; and that's exactly what he did.
"Please just stop." He whispered into her red hair. "Please, stop this nonsense-"
She looked up at his pale face as he hugged her close to his chest. "Sweeney, love..."
He smiled down at her. "Hush."
They sat there for a few minutes in the pie shoppe, staring at each other and taking in the feel of being in each other's arms, when the bell on the door rang, and the scummy old beggar woman walked inside. Sweeney ignored her completely, enjoying the feel of Nellie so close to his chilled skin.
"Benny..." The woman whispered uneasily as Sweeney leaned down toward's Mrs. Lovett's lips.
He stooped abrubtly, staring between Nellie and the woman when the realization dawned over him. "Lucy...?"
End Note: Well there is the end of the chapter. :3 Please review if you want me to continue my patheticness.