I'm loved

I'm loved! cries No bad reviews yet! Of course, I am ready for them. Flames shall be used to make Hotdogs. Good reviewers shall get one. Ha!


Love me

Loud swishes and footsteps were heard in Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium as she swept her shop. She whispered curses and stomped her feet loudly, making it clear to everyone that she was angry.

Why was Mr. Todd so mean?

She knew this was a childish question, a question that she could answer herself. Nevertheless, she asked it.

She had done everything for him.

She had given him back his barber-shop. Rent free, no less.

She provided his tools for revenge. I never did sell those razors.

She got rid of the bodies for him. Never stopping on sick days.

She did everything for him.

Why couldn't he love her? She stomped her foot for emphasis.

When a sailor friend told her a friend's ship had picked up a half-drowned man, she knew, knew, that it had been Benjamin Barker, or Sweeney Todd, as he now preferred to be called. Had she not done everything in her power to make sure he had everything?

Except Lucy.

She could never, would never, give him Lucy.

That would be a little too much to give.

Mrs. Lovett calmed down, reassuring herself that she would live happily by the sea, with Mr. Todd as her husband.

She sighed, picking up the tray of food she had prepared for Mr. Todd.

Never once, not even toward her death, did Mrs. Lovett think she was deluding herself.


Woot! Another story done! When I started making this, my laptop shut down on me. I was like 'WTF?' I stormed around the house whining, telling everyone that I would never write a story as long as I lived. See how far that got me. Pfft, riiiiight.