A/N: Hey guys! Another little story popped into my head, and I thought I would write it for fun! Sorry for not updating my other stories, school is extremely hectic!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD
Sweeney stood beside the window in his gloomy barber shop. It was so dark it almost glowed a dark hue of blue. Yet, despite it's appearance, he recieved more customers than anything other barber around. Mrs. Lovett always noted it's dreary look, and finally with much reluctance, Sweeney let her put some bells onto the door, that rang when a customer entered. He grimaced everytime he heard it. And of course, just then he heard those retched bells ring.
He spun around from where he had been standing, and got ready to greet a customer, but inwardly frowned seeing Nellie Lovett duck in brushing freshly fallen snow from her jacket. He turned back around, heaving a silent sigh. Oh boy.
"Good 'eavens Mr. Todd! It's snowing an awful lot! Me boots are soaked from all the mud and muck outside! Here's yah dinner love!" She said cheerfully, and quickly.
He didn't budge. She rolled her eyes.
"Mista T. Let's not do this please." She grumbled. Nothing. She sighed with annoyance. She had gotten sick, and tired of him ignoring her all of the time. Without thinking, she set the tray down, and walked over to him, and to Sweeney's surprise, he felt her hand wrap around his stiff shoulder, and spin him around.
"I've had it! Fine starve yourself then! Couldn't give a damn really!" She huffed, and he was furious. Yet, he remained silent.
"I work hard for you Mista T! I work hard to keep you and Toby fed!" She said almost with exhaustion in her voice.
"Nobody said you needed to keep the skinny whelp did we?" He spat, the coldness in his voice tearing Nellie on the inside. She picked the try up, and let her fingers go limp, letting the tray fall the floor. He spun around, seeing the mashed potatoes splattered across the floor, and bread beside the tray. She reached over, and grabbed the glass. She turned it upside down with no expression on her face.
"Not another word about the boy Mr. Todd. Enjoy your dinner." She said coldly. He stood in amazement, as she left leaving the mess on the floor. He stalked down the steps, trying to catch up with her. She reached the shop first, and shut the door in his face. She locked it shut slipping the sign from Open to Closed.
"Mrs. Lovett! I demand you to clean that up at once!" He growled. She shook her head, fresh tears falling from her face. She simply walked away, and Sweeney stopped back upstairs, furious with his landlady.
'That damn bitch.' He muttered to himself. He cleaned up the mess, and waited for a customer.
He smirked as he saw a skinny older man walk in. She HATED it when he sent down skinny men with barely any meat on their bones. She called them "a waste of her time".
Too bad. He spun around, plastering a fake smile on his face, and greeted the man, patting the seat of his black barber chair. The man cheerfully nodded, and proceeded to make conversation with Sweeney. He hated these guys. Sweeney HATED having conversations.
Finally, he teased the man long enough. He felt that familiar rush of adrenaline rush through him. He touched the sharp side of the razor to his neck, slowly gliding it across the man's neck.. slowly.. finally puncturing his skin..
Meanwhile, Toby had found Nellie crying on her favorite lounge chair.
"Mum? What's wrong! Is it that Mr. Todd?" He asked walking over, placing a hand on her head.
"Oh no dear, just been thinking! Please love, I got a batch of pies ready to come out, best help me up." She smiled at her thoughtful little boy.
"Oh no Mum! I'll go get them for you this time!" He smiled cheerfully, and darted to the bakehouse. Fear immediately shot through her body. Oh no.
Sweeney's eyes grew to slits, and glided across his prey's neck, the blood pouring in front of him. He closed his eyes, that adrenaline letting it go to its high.
Finally he reached the end of the neck, and watched the man gurgle, and watched his eyes slowly lose it's life.
He smirked to himself, and stepped aside, pushing the pedastal sending the man down to the bake house.
Toby ran down the steps, and reached the oven.
"Toby! Toby, get up her NOW!" Nellie screeched, running down the steps.
"Coming Mu-" He said, finished off with a loud yell from him. Nellie closed her eyes, hearing the familar thud, and a crack of the spine. Oh shit.
She opened her eyes, and saw Toby drop the tray of fresh pies. Toby turned to Nellie, his eyes huge with fear, and looked as if he was about to faint.
"Mum?.. What the bloody hell.." He whispered. Without thinking, he ran. But Nellie was too quick to block him from the door.
"What're yah doing Mum? Let's get out of here!" Toby cried, shaking her strong arms. She swallowed. What should she do? Suddenly, she heard the door creak open. She grabbed Toby, and spun around, not letting him escape. She looked up at a very furious Sweeney Todd.
"Boy! What the hell are you doing down here?" Sweeney growled, pushing them aside.
"Who yelled?" Sweeney asked, but looked at his recent kill laying broken on the floor. Oh shit.
"Get away from us!" Toby cried, shoving Sweeney away. Sweeney slapped Toby across the face with the back of his hand.
"Sweeney! Stop! He just doesn't understand!" Nellie cried. Sweeney glared at her, and grabbed Toby's neck,
"He knows too much Mrs. Lovett." He growled. He reached for a razor, ready to finish him off, but when he flicked the still bloody razor open, Nellie slapped it away from him. He looked up, but softened at her scared, angry, worried, sad, and overall terrified expression. He hadn't really MEANT to scare her so bad. Just to teach the boy a lesson he supposed. But, ignoring this feeling he glared at her.
"Doesn't matter Sweeney. He doesn't deserve to die." She muttered, grabbing Toby from his arms.
"We all deserve to die Mrs. Lovett." He spat. She stared at him, but suddenly Toby got away from Nellie.
"Run mum! I'm going to the authorities!" Toby cried, sprinting for the steps. But without a second's thought, Nellie spun, grabbed a pan, and bashed Toby across the head with it. Toby fell to the floor, knocked out good. She dropped the pan, letting a piercing rattle echo around the room. She put her hand to her mouth.
"I just hit 'im." She muttered over and over. "I hurt 'im." She said.
Sweeney stared. She stood, back facing him, her head shaking in disbelief. After a few minutes, he saw her body begin to shake. He walked up beside, her and looked down at her. He saw her hands grasping at her face, and she was crying violently. Something stirred inside of him. It almost felt like.. no.. no it couldn't be.. pity? Of course not. But he saw her fall to her knees, and scoop up Toby in her arms. She touched his hand where the pan had cracked, and there was the tiniest dent in his skull. She cried out even more. Without thinking, Sweeney knelt beside her, and he heard her whisper.
"You don't think I killed him?" Sweeney leaned down, and looked to see his chest slightly going up and down, breathing. He felt his wrist and felt a faint pulse.
"No pet." He whispered back, surprisingly.. soothing? She looked up at him, and for the first time, he really SAW her. He had always ignored her to the best of his ability, but at this very moment he really LOOKED at her. Looked at her soul. He saw her puffy lips wet from the tears crawling down her face.
Her red eyes, thick with a lining of tears. Her tiny pink nose, and her little ears. Her long brown, reddish curls swooping down her face.
It felt like a million years went by, until suddenly, Nellie felt Sweeney, almost affectionately? Tuck some hair behind her ear. Sweeney pulled back slightly, but Nellie fell into his arms, crying all over again. Was she fnally breaking through to him? She was about to pull away, afraid of what he might do, but she felt him place a frail, cold hand around her neck, pulling her.. closer?.. She just let him do as he did, and cried harder into him.
"What am I going to do?" She cried.
"It's likely he won't remember anything. Just make something up." He said cooly.
"Oh, what if he don't remember ANYTHING at all?" She cried harder. He rolled his eyes. She worried too much.
"Your overreacting Mrs. Lovett. Was a simple knock on the head is all." He said, but she pulled from him.
"I hit my little boy with a baking pan. He loves me so much, and he doesn't know very much about me. It breaks my heart to have to lie to him." She said. Sweeney, without thinking, leaned closer to her. She did the same, and suddenly, there noses touched slightly. Sweeney pulled back, and cleared his throat. He stood up.
"I'll take up upstaris, onto the couch." He grumbled, and picked the boy up, leaving Nellie sitting on the floor, touching her nose where his had just been.
Was she breaking through to him? Was she finally getting somewhere? She'd just have to find out.
Well... how's it going so far? I know I am getting quite a few readers, but not many reviews! It doesn't take too long! Just a simple review helps me carry on with my stories! I really enjoy them! This is going to be one of my longer stories I am thinking. I have a break from school coming up, more time for fanfiction... *wink wink* all right then, read and review my other stories! Thank yah lovies! 3