Hello there. This is my second drabble/oneshot for Sweeney. Please R&R!

I dont own anything...

My characters are strongly based off of the movie characters...just so you know.

Enjoy!

-Bella

Mrs. Lovett attempted to calm her racing heart, but to no avail. She felt as confused. Not sure weather to cry or scream, possibly laugh. Every time he so much as looked at her, she believed she felt a heart attack coming on. Her memory before this moment was gone. Her thoughts of the outside world…gone.

The only thing she could see was dark, hungry eyes. The eyes that were him.

The only smell she could smell was blood, gin, and pure fury. The smell that was him.

The only thing she could taste was the red copper dripping down her lip as he continued to kiss her. Oh, the taste of him.

The only thing she could hear was his voice as he murmured murderous nothings. The promises of him.

The only thing she could feel was the sharp pain radiating off of his cold skin. The coldness she grew so fond of .The coldness of him.

Mrs. Lovett awoke. She was startled to hear the sound of crashing pots and pans against her wooden floor. Regaining her surroundings, she sighed. She figured it was Toby trying to, once more, get into the liqor cabnet. She then took in everything with her senses.

The only thing she could see was the darkness of her own bedroom. The darkness that was her life.

The only thing she could smell was flour that powdered her from a long days work. The never ending work that was her life.

The only thing she could taste was the stale taste of alcohol. Oh, the bittersweetness that was her life.

The only thing she could hear was the scuttle of a boy's footsteps as he ran away. The rejection that was her life.

The only thing she could feel was her harsh woolen sheets against her once porcelain skin. The harshness that she grew so loathing of. The harshness that was her life.

Her ecstasy was broken and she was once again waking up to her nightmare. Her reality. Only one man could affect her senses even in her already disturbed slumber. And that one man, who she every so often considered a monster, goes by the name of Sweeney Todd. Laying down, Mrs. Lovett cursed once more her ever keen senses.

Hello. Yes well I love writting drabbles. Maybe Eventually I will write an actucal story for ST. Please review, they are indeed my daily medicine.

-Bella