A/N: I haven't gotten such a big response on this one but I will continue anyway because I want to

A/N: I haven't gotten such a big response on this one but I will continue anyway because I want to. So here we go…

Chapter 2

Over the next two weeks, I talked more and more to Sweeney Todd. Sometimes he was zoned out in his own world but then again I did that often as well. Not like anything besides revenge could be as good as talking to him. It was nice to get my thoughts out in the open for the first time since my husband left me.

And those eyes…I couldn't help but just want to stare into those dark, tormented eyes. Even when I wasn't looking at them, they would rise to the surface of my thoughts. I guess it was because we shared the same feelings of anger and sadness and it was so easy to relate to his past.

We were just a week away from our destination and I felt a mixture of eagerness and sadness. This was where I would exact my revenge…but it also brought back happy memories. They all felt like a dream now, like nothing in my life could be that pleasant and cheerful. I tried not to think of it much but the thought would always occur to me: How exactly will I kill him? What will I do with the body? What will I say before I do? Of course I had been pondering those things for a year already but there were so many options and yet so many things that could go wrong. No, I had to make sure nothing would go wrong. I would not fail.

I walked up to Sweeney one day while he was gazing over the rail, not really looking but thinking. I touched his shoulder and he jumped slightly. He turned around and saw me.

"Oh, it's only you", he said, relaxing a bit. Prison had been hard on the poor man, made him so alert to the slightest caress.

I smiled, "Anything new?" I asked stupidly, leaning on the rail next to him.

He looked at me in a slightly bemused sort of way, "The waves are a bit choppier today."

"Ahh", I replied, "So… what ever happened to those precious razors you speak so fondly off?"

A spark lit up in his eyes, "My friends… I don't know now. When I was taken away, they had to remain in London. Tis a shame, they could have done me some good."

"Ye think they're still at home?" I inquired.

"I couldn't say. I've no idea what could have happened to my beautiful Lucy and Johanna and our house on Fleet Street."

"Fleet Street?" I asked, "I lived in Bell Yard! Why that's only about a block away."

"Did you now?" he asked, still looking at the water.

I nodded, "Of course that aint my home now. It was a very stately place and I can't imagine Matt getting rid of it. He probably still lives there with that filthy wench he left me for…" Bitterness clung to every word.

I paused to think about what I had said. It was true, I had no home now. Uneasiness settled over me as I recognized the obstacle in my path. "Where will I go now? I can't exactly draw him into an inn and murder him. No…bugger, why does everything 'ave to be so 'ard?!" My cockney accent really showed when I was angry.

I could tell Sweeney was pondering my dilemma. "Perhaps you could… no that wouldn't work…"

"Do tell me! I'm desperate."

"I was sayin' that maybe you could stay wiv us for awhile but that would be imposing too much on Lucy and Johanna…that is if they're still around…" Sadness claimed his expression as he trailed off.

"Oh no, I do suppose that's too much to ask. But perhaps I could walk with you. I'd like to meet your family," I said.

He paused in thought, "Alright…"

I could have hugged him but I refrained and smiled broadly behind his back instead.

ST

With only three days until our arrival on the Thames, I began to feel very anxious. I could tell that Sweeney was getting gloomier and gloomier with every passing day. He must have been thinking about what could have become of his family. I bet he was wondering if they were still in London or even still alive. I felt badly for him. He had endured so much. Then I started to imagine Matthew in OUR house with that floozy and possibly…I gritted my teeth at the thought of him being with her in that way…children. It angered me so badly, I felt that I could jump off and swim to him faster than the boat could take us and I would murder him on the spot. Of course I couldn't and decided that I shouldn't let my anger get the best of me.

"How should I kill him then?" I pondered aloud, thinking that I was out of anyone's earshot.

"You could always use a knife", said a deep voice right behind me. I recognized it instantly to be Sweeney, "or a gun if you want to end it quickly."

"No", I replied, "Not quickly…long and painfully…"

"…knife," he concluded, putting his hand lightly on my shoulder for a second before walking away.

The feeling gave me shivers all over and even though his hands were cold, I felt warm. Why I enjoyed the sensation of his touch so much I couldn't say. Maybe it was his looks. No, it was deeper than that, there was a hidden passion I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was there.

ST

I awoke that night from being flung to the floor of my cabin. I pulled the blanket off my head and looked around me. Everything in the boat was rolling around and that's when I heard a deafening clap of thunder. I uttered a yelp as the boat tossed fiercely to one side. I struggled to get up and feeling frightened being alone, I stumbled over to the door of the cabin, pulling it open.

I felt the rush of wind and the prickling type of rain that hurts when it hits you. Lightening flashed and I saw the whole crew scrambling around to fight for the direction of the boat from the wild storm. The wind was blowing so hard and when I tried to step over to help someone secure a rope that was tangling itself dangerously around his leg; I slipped and fell to the deck. Piercingly cold rain soaked my back and I let out a scream. I struggled to get back up but the wood was too slippery to regain my balance.

I suddenly felt a strong arm around my waist and it hauled me to my feet. I lifted my wet face to see Sweeney Todd, holding me, his usual vest off and his shirt soaked through to his skin. Strands of black and white hair stuck to his face and were hanging in his eyes. Suddenly, the ocean pitched the boat hard and I screamed as we fell and he landed on top of me. He quickly pushed himself off and helped me up once more. He took me by the hand and pulled me off the deck and back to my cabin.

He flung open the door and pushed me onto my cot.

"Stay in here", he ordered.

"But I want to help!"

"No, it's too dangerous for a woman and you'll just make more trouble!" He was right over me now, glaring into my eyes.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and glared back, "Oh I'll show you trouble, Mr.!"

He said nothing but I could see the shock in his eyes. Our noses were touching now and I could feel his shaky breath on my lips. I hadn't noticed but he was gripping my shoulders tightly. I had the sudden impulse to do something very improper for the circumstances but instead released his shirt. He roughly let go of my shoulders, throwing me backwards slightly. With one last troubled look, he left the cabin.

A/N: And so the possible romantic tension begins to rise…Please review and tell me what you think! … Please?