Love Lies Bleeding
Summary: An accidental cut on the finger leads Sweeney Todd into a second epiphany. Rated T for serious angst and character death.
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I stared at my hand. Blood oozed from the accidental gash, dripping onto the wooden floor, joining the blood of the last customer. I couldn't feel a thing. The razor was still in my hand.
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It wasn't coming out fast enough. I don't think I thought about what I was doing. For some reason I just wanted to see my own blood. So I did the obvious thing. I took the razor and made another cut down my hand. On purpose this time. The liquid rubies ran faster.
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It felt… Well actually it felt damn good. I don't care to think why. It just did. I could feel something now, just about. A slight throbbing. Like my heart was in my hand. Ha! Irony at its finest. Mrs Lovett would agree. No wonder I did what I did if my heart wasn't in the right place.
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I remembered what I'd said to Mrs Lovett a few months ago. We all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs Lovett. Even I. I hadn't killed the judge. He'd left. He was never coming back. I'd missed my chance to take revenge on him for what he had done. But I could still be with Lucy. Maybe. If I was lucky. If not – which was more likely, I had to face it – I'd burn in the fires of hell. I had to take a chance.
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There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filed with shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long.
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The razor glittered in the lamplight. Strange, really, how something so deadly could be so beautiful. I lifted it up, admiring the sparkle one last time. Then I brought it down, carefully, and brought it across my wrist, careful as if I were shaving. Up and down – not across, no that was plain messy. Up and down. Up and down.
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The rubies are gushing now. I still can't feel any pain, not really. The sight of those rubies is so captivating, like being hypnotised. The steady rhythm of drops hitting the floor. It's music to my ears.
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I'll never see my girl again. Johanna, my little turtledove, my pet. I wager you're exactly as I imagined you. Beautiful and pale, with golden hair, and you'd look too much like your mother. I've thought of you every day since you were a year old babe. The thoughts of you and Lucy were what kept me alive in Australia. Now, when we should be back together, you're being held like a bird in a cage.
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Black spots are eating away at my vision…
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…My legs feel weak…
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…Is this the end drawing near? The end of Sweeney Todd?
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I sink to the floor. There's not enough blood left to keep me standing.
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I can barely see now. Only shadows. The shadows that have followed me since I was transported.
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One day… the judge will meet his maker…
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I will go down in history…
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As Sweeney Todd…
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Demon barber of Fleet Street…
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