Authors Note: It's short. I know. But short and sweet y'know? If you could, please review. I'd be ever so grateful. Thank you very much...
-mylovimfaithfullyyours 3
Devil's Angel.
His hands were tightened around her throat. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream. The lifeless body of the old beggar woman lie in the corner, just as dead as she was to Sweeney Todd. Mrs. Lovett gasped. Her air was being cut off...he's weak and dying.
She should be able to do something. But she's being killed. There's nothing she can do. She gasps. No air. No air. In a sudden thump she falls to the ground, hard and fast. Toby comes out, but it's all too late.
He screams. A scream loud enough to wake the entire sleeping city of London. The sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs, Sweeney stands hovering over Toby. With a slash of his razor ends his life. The kill was out of anger.
Or perhaps it was because the boy knew too much. But there wasn't enough time to think. His eyes missed the dead beggar woman and landed on the ground. At his feet and at the judge's fingertips was Mrs. Lovett. She laid their unconscious.
Her eyes shut tightly and her upper lip curled up into a small smile. He kicked the judge's body, and then carried her light body upstairs. Anthony stood there, Johanna at his side. The two watched as he gently set her body down on a table, and checked her pulse, only to feel nothing.
The boy asked what happened. Johanna hiding beside him. He let himself shed a single tear. He mumbled to himself, "Even when he's dying he's there to take away my life." And he thought to himself, twice. Twice.
He released the curls in her hair, letting them fall around her face. He thought about all the things that this woman did for him. All that he was going to thank her for after the judge was dead. But now the judge was dead, and so was she.
He wanted to say thank you, he wanted to say I love you; he wanted to tell her to never leave him. But it was too late. So instead he whispered, "My angel." and let cradled her body in his arms. He looked up at Johanna, and wondered silently if the daughter he never met was worth living for.
He didn't know, so he returned his eyes to her resting face. Her smile seeming so innocent. She seemed so innocent. "Nellie...my beautiful, beautiful angel." The Devil's angel. His angel. Sweeney Todd's angel. But angels were dead weren't they?
He traced her face with his thumb, and pressed her head to his chest. And so there she slept. The Devil's angel. Dead as the judge, dead as Lucy, dead as the sanity in Sweeney Todd. Maybe the Devil would join her. And he'd keep her by his side.
He'd keep her from the monsters that Hell possessed. Knowing this she smiled her innocent smile, because for her if that's what hell was Hell, it couldn't come fast enough.