A Name.
Mr Todd was upstairs, measuring the room with his steps, like he hadn't done it already, and again and again. His mind was brooding -brooding, she is always saying I'm broo- he stopped himself. He did not like thinking of Mrs Lovett, although she always seemed to be thinking of him –damn. Again.
She was hurrying upstairs, to bring him his bloody dinner, he knew it, he knew the noise her feet made on the stairs like he knew the sailor's and the orphan boy's, he was almost sure he would know the judges, if he only came. He was almost relieved he could think of the judge, revenge he reminded himself. But he knew it was no use. Somehow the baker had gotten into his thoughts and there was no way getting her out of them. He mentally slit her throat. That would feel good. Actually...Would it? He wasn't so sure about that anymore. No! He just needed the bloody baker, he needed her for his revenge, other than that… No, nothing other than that. Bloody baker.
Just then he realised that the bloody baker was actually straight in front of him, bent down to see his face, giving him a good view of her bosoms. Why wouldn't she cover herself? He didn't move his eyes anyway, he was a man after all. "Mista T?" she called, in a loud voice, right near his ear. At least he would acknowledge her presence.
He raised his eyes, reluctantly, like anything he did when she was around. He gave her a grunt, just to show her he was listening. "Umpf. Third time I called ya. Anyways…brought ya yer dinner. Not like you eat anything anyway." realising she wouldn't get much more than grunts from him, she walked off, her hand caressing his shoulders.
He looked up to see the tray of food the baker had left him
She only came back in the dinner break, leaving him to his thoughts through the whole afternoon, felt actually strange not having her annoying presence around. He couldn't help wondering what she was doing. Of course. The dinner rush. He could hear the customers calling and yelling. Couldn't they be quiet?
The bloody woman. What about my dinner? He didn't eat, but he somehow wondered why her arm wasn't resting on his shoulder and she wasn't trying to talk him into eating or -worse- marrying her.
He could actually feel her arm on his shoulder at the very moment. He jerked back seeing she was there, looking down onto him. "Brought me my dinner, huh?" he grunted.
He looked deep into her eyes now, it would actually frighten her when he did, looked like he was seeing straight through her, into her soul.
He looked at her, so hopeful, so frightened still. She was frightened by him, he could tell, she looked back at him with the same blank face his "customers" had. Somehow it bothered him to give her such an impression.
She was already on the door, hand on the handle when he talked.
"Thank you for the dinner" he spit out, trying to sound sincere "Mrs…baker"
What was her bloody name anyways?
Mmh..Ok, this is my first fanfic so please be nice :)
I love the film and thought it would be nice to write acout it.
Give me your impressions -Please?- good or bad as they may be.
I am NOT mothertongue and probably you can tell, if there are some spelling errors or lessical mistakes pleaseplease tell me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sweeney Todd (or Mrs Lovett by the way) but anyways would like to. :)