My first Sweeney Todd project, inspired by the soundtrack and my love for Mrs Lovett! Hope you enjoy!
He hadn't wanted to do it.
She had been a great help to him. She gave him his shop back, took care of him and waited with him patiently to get his revenge. He had even helped her too, gave her the fresh corpses he had killed to put in her pies and boost her business.
She had loved him, though he had been too stuck in the past to take in its real meaning. She had been honest with him from the beginning…apart from the most important fact in his life…
His first thoughts after the sickening revelation were of Mrs Lovett. She had lied to him, or at least not told him his Lucy was still alive…and close too…so close to him but so far away…he had had to punish her somehow.
Her screams were still ringing in his ears. The ear-piercing screeches of death resounding in his mind, the images of the burning woman burned into the front of his mind. He should never have taken that last look into the oven.
It was with a heavy heart that he tilted his head back as he held Lucy in his arms, aware of the boy blinded by revenge and armed with his own razor behind his back. He knew what was coming. He could almost smell the familiar stench of hate and vengefulness.
He hadn't wanted to kill her.
He realized that he had just killed the two women who had only ever loved and taken care of him.
He felt the blade slide across his neck, a strange comfort that his death would be caused by the one thing that had made his own revenge possible.
His last thoughts were of Mrs Lovett and how she should still be alive to take care of the boy who had just killed him. His last look, however, was at his first love, his Lucy, who had been the mother of his child…his wife.
But he still shouldn't have killed Mrs Lovett.
Poor thing.
AN: Review please and let me know if you want more!