A/n: …I really need to stop listening to Phantom of the Opera. I'm going crazy with ideas for this story. Based on a comment I got I would like to clarify something. I AM A DIEHARD SWEENETT FAN!! JUST READ MVR!! But I really wanted to do something with Sweeney and Lindsey. Glad to see you're reviewing though Mrs.Lovett1!!
Disclaimer: I so wish Sweeney was mine, but alas, he is not.
Chapter Two
Lindsey walked into her bedroom. What had just happened in the bake house? He kills her mother, so she kisses him? She sat down on the bed, head in her hands. What was wrong with her?
Then again, she thought, he did kiss her back. What did that mean? Sweeney Todd didn't love anything or anyone. Except Lucy. Stupid, bubble-headed Lucy. Silly little nit indeed.
Was it possible Sweeney Todd loved her? No, it was not possible. Not probable, anyway. And then there was her mother. It finally dawned on her. Her mother was gone. Dead. She'd never see her again. She should hate Mr. Todd for killing her. But she couldn't. Not after how pitiful, how helpless he'd looked just minutes earlier. And her mother had loved Sweeney as well. Guilt flowed through her veins. Was she betraying her mother? Or would her mother want her to be happy? And did she even love Sweeney Todd? She couldn't decide.
She caught sight of her reflection. Her brand new dress had blood stains on it, and her hair looked like it had been caught in a hurricane. She walked over to the dresser and began brushing out her hair. A chuckle from the doorway caught her off guard, and she jumped, throwing the brush as she did so.
Sweeney was smirking at her from the doorway. "What are you laughing at?" she snapped, unable to ignore the blush creeping over her cheeks.
"You're covered in blood."
She scoffed. "I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Besides, it's your fault."
"Maybe so, but if I am remembering correctly Miss Lovett, you started it."
Lindsey blushed even more now. "I s'pose you are," she mumbled.
"You s'pose I am what?" he said. She'd never seen him like this before. So teasing, light-hearted. She guessed this was what killing your worst enemy did to you.
She turned to face him. "I suppose you are remembering correctly. What's gotten into you anyway? I've never seen you like this."
"Miss Lovett you cannot imagine the weight that's been lifted from my shoulders. The judge is dead, so is the Beadle."
"So is Lucy!" she snapped, and instantly regretted it.
His eyes narrowed. "So is your mother. And you don't even seem that angry with me now do you?"
"You are unbelievable," she said, turning back to the mirror.
He glared at her a second, then turned on his heel and left the room, stalking back up to the barber shop. He filled a basin with water and began trying to scrub the blood from his face. He began thinking the same thing Lindsey was thinking. What had happened in the bake house? He didn't love Lindsey Lovett…did he? She was quite beautiful, and she had her charms. But she was so young. So naïve. And she was just as guilty for Lucy's death as Nellie had been. So why did he think her so innocent? But he didn't want to linger on this, no. He wanted to think on the Judge's death. And the Beadle's. His felt so light now, the monster screaming for revenge was quieted.
What he couldn't figure out was why he was so unfazed by Lucy's death. He supposed it must be because he thought her dead until now, and now she really was. How did his life change?
He didn't even really feel like Sweeney Todd anymore. He felt…different. He could not figure out how or why, but that girl was making him go soft, little by little. She had since the moment he met her. And he still wasn't sure if he liked it.
A/n: Yeah it's short, but I wanted to get this up really quick…I didn't know where else to go with this chapter. Hope you guys like it!!