Disclaimer: Like I said last chapter. I don't own Sweeney Todd or any other characters.
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The next day, Mrs. Lovett didn't see Mr. Todd at all. The only reason she knew that he was still upstairs was because of the many mangled bloody bodies that were accumulating on the hard concrete floor of the basement. He must be angry today... can't blame em'. All of the things that I must be putting him through right now. I am so glad he let me live... Mrs. Lovett shuddered as she thought to herself as she was busily pounding away at the dough beneath her fingers. Then, she suddenly remembered something very important.
Toby... She thought to herself as all that had happened yesterday filled her mind. Where was he? Did he tell anyone? He wouldn't do that to her... right?
Frantic thoughts filled her mind, and she accidentally cut off the tip of her finger when she was chopping up pieces of meat. "Ouch!" She yelped out. She hurried into her room, and looked around for something to wrap her finger in to stop the strangely large amounts of blood pouring from her finger. I guess there's only one thing to do. Mrs. Lovett thought to herself as she walked out the door to the stairs leading up to Mr. Todd's shop. She chuckled slightly as she climbed the stairs at the fact that she didn't need to find the tip of her finger in the meat. They'll all be eating the same stuff!
Suddenly, Mrs. Lovett found herself very nervous as she stood in front of Mr. Todd's door. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Mr. Todd had his back turned to her as he greeted her. "Welcome, kind sir. Come in for a sha-" He cut off his sentence completely as he saw who was standing in the door way, holding her bleeding finger. The front of her dress was slightly red, from some of the blood that got on it.
"What. Do you want." Sweeney growled with venom on in voice, staring at her with angry intensity.
"I... I cut my finger." She said sheepishly as she stared at her finger, her cheeks burning. She wished that she had not come up for such a silly reason.
"And what was it that you wanted me to do about it?" He asked in such a voice dripping in annoyance, it made her stomach pinch up and a lump rise in her throat.
"I was wondering if you had something that I could use to tie up my finger..." She said slowly, staring at the ground.
Suddenly, Mr. Todd felt a slight pinch of...guilt, maybe? No. He thought to himself. You have no reason to feel bad for her. She made you kill your precious Lucy. But when he looked up at her, cheeks burning red and finger covered in blood, he felt something in him loosen the smallest, tiniest bit.
"I have a bit of cloth. You can use that." He mumbled quietly as he went to get the piece of shirt that had gotten caught on the chair when another of today's victoms had gone down the chute. Walking slowly, he handed over the peice of cloth to Mrs. Lovett.
"Thank you, Mr. T." She murmered as she turned and walked out, not expecting an answer. What she did get was a slammed door right as she left.
