Peeping Todd
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd, but if I did... Ugh.
Why was there a window there? What purpose did the window facing the dark, gloomy alley serve? Mr. Todd was stomping down the stairs, annoyed as usual. Not because Mrs. Lovett was bothering him. Because she wasn't. She hadn't brought him and breakfast this morning, nor had she served lunch- not that he ate it anyway. It was just the fact that she had the nerve to forget about him almost entirely, while she was usually fawning over him, willing to do anything for his attention.
Sweeney growled to himself, deciding to simply take a walk. In the shadows. He reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed something- he was particularly hungry. He almost never ate! Only when he needed it to stay alive, still focused on revenge for his poor Lucy...
Sweeney turned and walked down, past some boxes sitting under the stairs, by Mrs. Lovett's window- he paused. The curtains were open. He didn't know why, but being the nosy man he was, Mr. Todd peeked in her window. Indeed, there was Mrs. Lovett. He took notice of this- she was void of clothing. How interesting. Mrs. Lovett continued to surprise him.
She was not a lady, at least not now. Maybe before, but not since Benjamin returned as Sweeney. He scarcely remembered the woman, before she was Lovett, because he had only known her a short time, at most five months, and they never spoke. She had become wed at the last two months, and all he could remember back then was her being pregnant. Not too far along.
He had been sent away shortly after, and never asked what happened to her child. Not that he cared, he said to himself. She was nothing to him, only his landlady, and accomplice in the crime of slaughtering and putting people into pies.
As the stupid woman she was, she had forgotten to close the drapes. Now here he was. She held up a dress, and he noted the fact there was a purple-red stain forming- wine. The dress was a light green color, something that reminded him vaguely of vomit. As she walked to her closet, the crooked doorway even from there, she chose a nicer, not in perfect condition, black dress.
Sweeney licked his bottom lip, observing her. The shop was open still, he assumed Toby was in her place temporarily. Until now, he had not noticed how nice her body was. She had curves in all the right places. He felt himself start to grow excited and cleared his throat uncomfortably, which Mrs. Lovett had heard, as she turned towards the glass. By then, he was gone. Up back to his shop to forget what he had just seen. To think... He purposely stared at her! How inappropriate! He was a married man, after all. Sweeney walked to the cracked mirror and glared at himself for who knows how long- because the next thing that happened was Mrs. Lovett walking in with a plate of his dinner.
He didn't look at her as she came and sat the food on his desk. "Sorry Love. Shop was busy today, couldn't find time to make it up and bring some food." She wiped her forehead with her wrist and turned to leave. Before she could he darted out and grabbed her arm.
"Mrs. Lovett?"
"Mr. Todd?"
"Next time, Mrs. Lovett, check the drapes."
And as soon as his touch was on her, it was gone. He saw her visibly blush and she turned and scurried out the door.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed my second Sweeney Todd story! If you are a logged in reviewer and happen to comment first, I will give you a little behind-the-scenes info! Constructive criticism is welcome and always helpful!