Author's Note/Disclaimer: This idea came out of my imagining about alternate endings and time lines for Little Shop of Horrors. This fascination comes with the fact that there are four (and possibly five when the new movie comes out in a couple years), alternate time lines that go along with the different versions. So, here's my idea of what would have happened if Seymour had come into the shop just a few seconds earlier that night when Audrey II killed Audrey. Lastly, for the 18th time, I DO NOT own any of these characters. This is purely fan fiction, not for profit, not anything mine. Viola, I'm done.

*S. Snowflake.

Flowers on a Grave

Part One: My Love

I try to think back on things now and then, but it hurts so much to remember. I guess I can give it my best shot while I'm here in the living room after watching Lucy reruns too many times to count. The TV show that used to make me smile only makes me bored these days. It makes me think about before. It makes me think about him…

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It all started that one night when I came after I came to the shop, hearing the voices in my head. I heard someone singing in a deep voice that called me. Who I met was Seymour's giant plant. It was speaking to me, asking for a drink of water. If only I had stopped it…

"Ooh, relax, doll. It'll be easier," the giant flytrap said and smiled at me with all those teeth as it drew me close with those vines, making me drop the water can and scream in fear. "Come join your dentist friend and Mushnik! They're right insiiide…"

Its greenish red mouth opened up wide and I knew that I was going to be dinner. There was no way out. I closed my eyes and cried, waiting for the end, but then I heard a sound and felt movement in the plant's leaves.

"Audrey, no!" Seymour's sweet voice cried out after the doorbells jingled. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, his glasses jittering on his nose in fear when he saw me in trouble. "Get offa' her! Get offa' her!"

I watched him rush into the vines before it all turned green. Then I felt a shove from out of nowhere and I fell to the floor with a thud. What I saw there was horrible. There was the plant with my little Seymour stuck in its mouth, chewing on him like he was a pork chop.

My heart thudded in my chest and I felt it breaking. I screamed, "Seymour!"

I could have sat there, waiting for the monster to eat him, but another braver instinct came in. I stood up and charged at the plant, head on, and slammed against its nose. It cried, "Ow!" like a wino after someone bumps into him and I pulled Seymour out of its mouth. I fought through the vines as best as I could, even with Seymour dragging me down, and managed to get to the backdoor. I scrambled and opened it, and we both fell out with our faces flat on the ground.

Slowly, I stood up, but Seymour didn't.

"Seymour? Seymour? Are you okay?" I asked him and nudged his shoulder. "Can ya' get up?"

He turned his head and looked at me. "I-I think…I'll try." He put his arms out in front of him, though I could tell that they were weak. Then he winced and I crawled over to catch him before he fell. I held onto him tight and he mouthed, "I tried."

I nodded a little and smiled at him. He smiled back, but I could see the pain in his eyes. "You're gonna be fine. I'm here."

He shook his head.

I wanted to cry then and held back my tears. "It's not true. You're losin' it. I'm here. Nothin' will happen to you now."

He took a breath; it was weak though. "-Too late, Audrey. Too late."

"Shh!" I muttered and hugged him. "It's okay, Seymour. You'll be okay."

He coughed and shook in my arms. It broke my heart to watch him. "Audrey, I need you to do something for me," he finally muttered.

"Oh, Seymour, anything!"

He coughed again; something must've been wrong with his lungs. The teeth marks and spots of blood on his chest were enough to tell me that. "That plant…"

I waited for him to say something, but he took another breath. "-Yes?" I asked when I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mushnik and…Orin. I-I fed them to it."

I couldn't help myself, I cried a bit when he said that. He had lied to me, and I couldn't take it.

"I know. I know, I'm bad Audrey. But please…listen t' me," he interrupted.

I nodded again and watched the color in his face fade.

"Kill it. Don't let it live, Audrey," he gasped and shook his head. "It'll try t-to trick you, but don't let it. Don't let it, Audrey."

"Shh, I won't," I said with a soft voice. It scared me to hear him repeating like that. I hugged him closer then, trying not to hurt him. I felt like I'd break him if I did.

"A-Audrey?" he asked, slow.

"Shh, don't talk."

"You're gonna be okay, Audrey. You'll have what you always wanted," he said with a smile. "I can tell. 'Member that house you told me about? You're gonna get it, Audrey. Everything'll be fine."

Hearing him talk hurt so much. "Seymour, that doesn't matta' anymore to me."

He smiled at me again. "But it does to me. You'll be happy. I'm happy."

I held his hand in mine and cried a little more. There was something building inside, and I had to let it out. I sang the song we had sung together,

"Nobody ever treated me kindly,

Daddy left early, Mama was poor.

I'd meet a man and I'd follow him blindly,

He'd snap his fingers

Me, I'd say sure."

He smiled at me a last time and we sang together,

"With sweet understanding

Seymour's your…man."

I stopped and realized that I had sung the last word alone. Seymour was lying still in my arms. I looked at his face, calm with the eyes closed like he was asleep. He was smiling in a dream, but he would never wake up.

The tears blurred in my eyes and I couldn't see anymore. I sucked in the air I needed slowly and bellowed, "Seymour!"

He was my everything. My truest friend, my one and only, my love; and now he was gone.