whale hello people. meow I haven't died. Ugh i have writter's block but an awesome plot. but ya, I hope I haven't failed. :(
anywhoooooo...
disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd. I wish... *stares far off into the distance* I secretly named my cat Bellatrix though... And that's close to Mrs. Lovett. Yup.
The demon barber had hidden himself in darkness of the London night. All that recognized his presence was a dim candle light that came from the window sill which exposed his silhouetted figure sitting in the barber chair. It had been one of those rare nights that he had found sleep and had managed to dose off uneasily.
Of coarse a red headed baker had to ruin that.
"Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd!" Mrs. Lovett's raspy voice broke the silence of the night.
Sweeney jerked forward in his chair, hearing the distressed calling and the heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs that led to his shop. He barely had to be awake to know the noise had been coming from Mrs. Lovett.
"Are you trying to wake up half of London?" He hissed after she flung the door open and barged into the barber shop.
Ignoring his witty comment, Mrs. Lovett closed the door behind her and scrambled to Sweeney's side, almost tripping over her dress since she wasn't able to see too well in the dim candle light.
"It's Toby." She said slightly above a whisper. "He knows - well, not everything. But he knows too much."
Now feeling more awake, Sweeney straightened himself in the chair before standing up. "I'll kill him then." His fingers were already gripping around his silver razor while a grim smile that appeared on his face was masked by the darkness.
"No you don't." Mrs. Lovett protested immediately, swinging her hand at what she presumed was his hand that held the razor he had whipped out so quickly. "He's like a son to me. You're not killing him." She attempted to sound stern even though she was on the verge of tears from thinking Sweeney was going to kill her adoptive son.
Without saying anything Sweeney shook Mrs. Lovett off his arm that she had ended up trying to cling to and walked out of the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. The barber quickly snatched a key from his back pocket with his hand that wasn't occupied with his razor, so he could jam it into the lock and turn it.
Once Mrs. Lovett had comprehended Sweeney had left the room she ran to the door, hoping to follow him, but instead found she couldn't open it. Oh, he did not just lock her in here. Anger and fear flooded her veins like a wild-fire. What if he killed Toby? The thought pierced into her mind causing a fresh tear to roll down her cheek. Then the anger kicked in. How dare he lock her in a room. He had no right.
Throughout the next hour she continued bang the door with her fists, call for Sweeney loudly while ridiculing him and shaking the door knob fiercely hoping that one time it would magically work. After repeating that more than several times, exhaustion got the best of the baker and she found herself slumped against the door with her head tilted back as she gradually fell asleep.
Soooo hath I failed?
Meow...
well, I don't know if I shall kill Toby... Maybe
MwAHHAHAHAHAHUUU!
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