My first Sweeney Todd fic!

I saw the movie, loved it.

Takes place after "A Little Priest"

Disclaimer: Oh, if I only I were Stephen Sondheim or Tim Burton. Alas…

"We'll serve anyone!"

"Yes, we'll serve anyone!"

"And to anyone at all!"

Mrs. Lovett collapsed on the counter, clutching it, panting heavily. Mr. Todd gave her a little smirk, a nod, and dashed up the steps. As he left, a smile spread across her face, and she shook her head a little in wonder.

Sheer madness. Sheer madness, this was. Did she really think that this would work? That following Mr. Todd's revengeful plan would change his feelings toward her? I suppose I do… she thought with a sigh.

She didn't care about the whole killing thing. She'd been isolated for years, not having any real friends, not having any attractive men lay eyes on her. But maybe, she was just waiting for Mr. Todd to come back. She knew he would come back, but she never expected the man that returned to be the same man she had watched get pried away from his wife and child.

Her stomach churned with envy. That sense of longing had never quite left her, even after she had informed him that his child was taken and his wife was poisoned. Sometimes, she felt a small pang of guilt, knowing that she had lied to him. But she was so close…so close to having him to herself, and she knew that he would leave the second she told him his wife was alive, even if she was just a crazy, twisted beggar.

Of course, he was pretty twisted himself, his mind thinking only of the day he got to watch the river of blood flow from Judge Turpin's neck. But there was something about his dark charm, his unforgiving eyes, his subtle, yet unwavering sense of strength that made her sick with love. Every time he gave her a hint of a smile, a twinkle in his eye, her knees went weak and her mind swam.

Watching him serenade to his beautiful razors had been excruciating to watch. She longed for him to sing so soulfully to her, to gaze at her with that same sense of yearning.

Mrs. Lovett heaved a sigh, and started to mix up more pie dough, knowing she'd need it soon enough.

There was a sharp bang and then a small clatter down below her. Knitting her brows in confusion, she rushed down the stairs into the bake room. She walked in, welcoming the warmth of the roaring fire, but scrunching her nose at the disgusting stench of her mealy meat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bright blue form crumpled in the far corner of the room. She shuffled over to it meekly, and a devious grin twitched at her lips when she saw the scarlet stains on the outfit, and realized what the bright blue form was.

She stripped him of his ridiculous costume, and heaved the body into the large meat grinder. She placed her hand on the lever, ready to churn. She stopped for a moment, thinking Look at me. I'm barking mad, doing this. I could end up as loony as that prithy wife of his. But Mr. Todd would be as cold as ice to her if she went back on her promise. So, she grinded, and with each drop of blood that splattered onto her dress, her arms, and her face, she kept telling herself:

I'm only doing this for him.

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