Hi, well I have to admit that I have loved Sweeney Todd for quiet a while now and decided that I should write something to go along with the story. My characters are strongly based on the movie.Which I have yet to see...I know sad isn't it.

Anyways, this is a drabble mad up in me little head.

I own nothing of the masterminds behind such brilliance.

Enjoy!

-Bella

In the darkness of the night a dark figure stirred in the shop that was Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop. Dragging its feet slowly across the harsh wooden floor, the form stopped at a cupboard. When the outside lamplights came on it was clear that this figure was a woman. Her small petite body appeared even smaller than usual, her wild tendrils as matted together as ever, but most of all, her eyes where so hallow you could barely see the shade of brown that lied within them.

Mrs. Lovett reached upwards to grab a glass for her drink only to realize that she came up short. Damn it all, she cursed silently to herself. When costumers were around she always wore heels which gave her the height necessary to reach such areas. Now, she was bare footed in the dark, standing in front of the bloody cupboard with no way to get up. The exasperated woman gave up. She gathered up her skirts and made to turn around. Once she did so she came face to face with, what she believed to be death itself. Once she realized that this was not the case, she recognized the all too familiar air of the one and only Sweeney Todd.

"Oh! Mr. T! Ya gave me such a fright! Ya shouldn't do that ya know. I thought ya was a ghost, I did."

She received silence in reply. Sweeney continued to gaze at her as he moved closer. Mrs. Lovett's gasp was quiet audible, though she really made no move to hide it. Sweeney went closer and pushed her against the counter.

"Mr. T? What are you doin', love?"

Mrs. Lovett's nervousness was apparent. She didn't know whether he would kiss her or kill her. That's what she loved about this man. The thrill of not knowing what to expect. It made something stir inside her she hadn't felt for years. Sweeney pushed harder and raised his arm above his head. I guess I got me answer, Mrs. Lovett thought. She knew he probably had his razor in his pocket like always. Anxiously, she closed her eyes waiting for her certain death. Instead she heard something clink against the countertop. Mrs. Lovett's eyes flew open.

The baker stared at the counter in disbelief. There sitting perfectly still was a scotch glass ready for use. She merely stood there with Sweeney still pushing against her, gaping like a fish. She heard the man in front of her let out a low, dry, chuckle.

Bending down Sweeney murmured,

"Gaping doesn't suit you, pet. Believe me you would know if I was going to kill you."

Sweeney then backed away and brushed a stray curl out of her face. She shivered at the touch. He smirked at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes. At what she couldn't tell. She then turned to pick up the glass.

"Mr. –"

She began only to realize that no one was there. She merely shook her head and went to grab the gin. She poured her self a glass and measured it. After a short debate she filled the entire glass. Lord knows I need it with that man in the house. Mrs. Lovett then went to retire for the rest of the evening with one thought in her mind.

Strange thing, it is. It seems it's at night when excitement happens. Must be the pull of the dark……and the gin.

Grinning to herself at her cleverness she practically chugged her gin and laid down to rest, knowing that her dreams would be the most wonderful nightmares.

Ladies and Gentlemen may I have you attention please?!? There you have it. Please, please...once more please review! I always love feed back.

Thank you for reading, and do come again.

-Bella