Hello marvellous minions! Thank you ALL for reading the last few chapters! I was overwhelmed with the amount of reads and reviews, so, being the softie I am, have decided to write the next chapter! Now less of my stupid rambling and let's start with chapter 4!
Thanks to LoveHateHero, Angie, SpencerReidFan and (xDD) ForgotMyPassword for reviewing. You guys deserve a Johnny Depp of your own ! ^-^
Chapter 4: Lost World
It had been two hours. Most of the guests were on the bridge, or if not, heading there by foot. Ichabod was sat on the jelly bean edge of the bridge, sulking at Edward, not feeling jealousy as such, but something along those lines.
The young scissor handed boy gazed over the chocolate river, his girlfriend gazing at him from his side, her brown eyes so large that Ichabod wouldn't be surprised if they fell out. "Oh come on! It does not look that bad!" a woman shrieked, anger obvious in her Hispanic accent. Ichabod suddenly tore away from the young lovers and tried his best to stifle a laugh by clearing his throat.
Angelica was following a rather scruffier looking Jack, his face covered in black smudges. Ichabod strained his eyes and could make out the word "GAY" in block capitals on some patches on the pirate's face, and that was enough to make him laugh out loud.
Jack frowned and scoffed, coming to an annoyed halt on the bridge, crossing his arms childishly. Edward (who was closest to him) turned to face him, confusion scrunched up on his features.
"Gay? You don't seem very happy." He said, in a cute innocent kind of way.
The pirate sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don' think ye quite understand, Eddie."
"It's Edward," Kim suddenly corrected him, flashing him a snide glare. "Not Eddie."
Ichabod smiled and looked away from them all, spotting Tarrant running towards them, looking rather miffed.
"Is everything alright?" Ichabod suddenly asked, taking the group by surprise because of his instant input. Tarrant huffed and took a seat next to him. "I'll tell you later, Constable." He whispered, knitting his eyebrows glumly. Ichabod nodded and decided to leave it at that, although he did wonder where the small mouse had got off to.
They still had the barber and the baker to arrive, but after ten minutes of group conversation, there was still no sign of them. At precisely two minutes later, Wonka eccentrically pranced over to them, he was almost dancing.
He knew they all wondered where he'd been but that was their problem to think about it.
"Hello everyone!" he exclaimed, bobbing his head to and fro.
"Where're the other two?" Jack questioned curiously, a quizzical look about him. Wonka grinned, showing his insane and uncomforting grin. "How would I know? It's not like I survey the area 24/7! Jeez. That would be just darn weird!"He shot back, still smiling strangely. "Now. We'd better get a move on before we lose valuable exploring time! So come on people!"
They shrugged at each other, seeing no other way of reasoning why they shouldn't carry on, and started to follow Wonka's lead.
"We're lost Mrs Lovett."
"No we ain't !"
"We're LOST Mrs Lovett."
Nellie eyed him in the usual manner that he glares at her with. "Will y'stop saying that! We can't be lost Mr T! It weren't that difficult to travel around if we managed t'get so far away!" she snapped, trekking over the candy land in the process of hitching up her skirts.
Mr Todd coughed and smirked, looking away from her. They were clearly going in circles. There was no way in denying the obvious- unless you're Eleanor Lovett.
"We are lost." He muttered a few minutes later, sitting on a honey comb rock shaded by a forest of different dessert-themed trees.
She hadn't noticed he'd stopped trailing behind until she found out she was chatting to herself. She sighed and turned around, taking heavy, irritated steps towards him. "We can't be! 'Ow can y'get lost in a room, Mr T! It just ain't possible."
"Bloodsucker" watched them both (well Nellie) rant on about the room size, the occasional snide remark from the neutral male so monotonous, it had almost made the immortal spy shout out in an annoyed rage.
But this spy was sophisticated.
Although he didn't really want to interfere, observing the couple's argument was so frustrating to listen to.
He couldn't do anything until the key moment in the argument... that's when he would strike. He smirked, knowing he wouldn't have to wait that long.
"... Well! If ya feel tha' way- I won't bloody dispose of y'customers love! Ya can piss off and live yer own life, an' I'll live mine!" Nellie shouted, hands balled into fists of anger. "Bloodsucker" gasped and widened his eyes, watching as the female turned to storm off.
"Time to intervene..." he muttered, emerging from behind a random plant, carefully guiding himself down towards their ground level.
Weirdly, it was the barber who first noticed him and stiffly sat up, his head propped up lazily, like a puppet.
Sweeney scowled at the dark stranger, not wishing to utter a syllable to him, his appearance was so- odd. "...Mrs Lovett..." the stranger said, the barber glaring in surprise. How did he know her?
Nellie rolled her eyes, thinking the voice was from Mr Todd and turned, hands on hips. "Wot? I'm sick 'o these bleedin' smart arsed comments!"
The stranger nodded and smiled, lifting an eyebrow. "So am I."
Mr Todd narrowed his eyes at the man but didn't move. Mrs Lovett wandered towards the two men, creeped out by how they also shared similar facial features. "An'... wh-who are ya, if I might ask?" she stuttered, never taking her eyes from this new man.
The man looked away towards the barber and smirked. "Someone who can help you."
"Oh how coincidental. We're lost." Sweeney grumbled, rudely not regarding the two people in front of him. The man frowned, opening his mouth to reply but Nellie managed to butt in first. "We ain't lost! For 'eaven's sake, Mr T! ..."
Although as the baker carried on, she seemed to fight a good corner, it was soon apparent to "Bloodsucker" that the two, were in fact lost.
"... S'the last bloody time I go anywhere wi' y-"
"Quite. The feelings are mutual." The barber cut in, finding something they both agreed on. The stranger gripped his cane slightly fiercer, his other massaging his aching temple. "I am not here to help you find a way out of here, "he explained, gaining their full attention. " I am here to stop the two of you arguing."
Sweeney snorted. "Good luck. She could argue until Armageddon."
He ignored the barber and went on, "You two are in dire need of something other than hatred to live on. Your relationship-"Sweeney sniggered, "is on thin ice as it is-"
"'Ow would you know?" Nellie snapped, frightened of how much he already knew.
"You two are not destined for endless fighting-"
"Wot? 'Ow would ya know tha'-"
"Oh just shut up and listen to what the god damn man 'as to bloody say!" Sweeney shot at her, finding her impatient questioning more irritating than her usual endless banter.
Nellie muttered "Sorry" to the man and he nodded.
"No need to be, you have just proved my point." The man explained, leaning both arms on the carefully carved cane as the base of it was lodged into the sweet smelling ground.
"You two are destined to be friends, at the very least!" he exclaimed lowly, flicking his dark eyes between them. "But in order to be happy and carry out your true destinies- I am afraid, that I will have to assist you with the first few steps."
The barber suddenly shuffled about on the rock, eyeing the mysterious stranger. "And what are they?" he asked, pretending he was believing it, but to be honest, he was just interested in the foolish man's reckoning.
Nellie observed her tenant intricately, until she realised he was staring back at her with a low brow.
"The first is as follows: To enter a coma-like state."
The couple's eyes shifted between the stranger and each other's. "Ay? 'Ow d'ya mean?"
The stranger's breathing was heavy and rugged, and he was suddenly scanning his eyes around the current area.
"I mean, Mrs Lovett, to be-"he peered to the left, "un-" he peered to the right, "conscious."
Their eyes widened and he couldn't help smirking smugly, thinking of how confusing he must be towards them. "And in that very first stage, I can most definitely help." He smiled proudly, his jet black fringe hanging over his eyes seeming like a shadow over the true murderous emotion he was wearing.
They exchanged worried glances (even Mr Todd was nervous around him), and never took their eyes from each other, from then onwards.
"A-An' w-wot if we don' comply?" Nellie said hoarsely, looking hopefully over at her tenant, who wore the same look towards her, only with less urgency.
"Oh," he said, sniffing. "I know that you two will not. It is clear you are both completely reluctant to even try the first stage yourselves. So that is why, in actual fact, I am going to make you unconscious."
They glared at each other now, not knowing what to do.
"And the best thing about it, is that you will not even when it is com-"
In a rushed action, he pulled his cane out of the hollow hole in the sweet ground and swiped it into Nellie's head with a loud crack. Sweeney stood obediently and had already pulled out a razor from the box in his waistcoat pocket.
Sweeney watched in horror as the man stood by her feet, where she lay, completely knocked out, still with a large smile on his face.
"You're crazy! Wot did Mrs Lovett do t'you?" he snapped dangerously, focusing on his new enemy.
The eccentric man turned to face him, smiling calmly. "Well, Mr Todd, I could ask you the exact same question. What has Mrs Lovett done to you?" he asked normally, like they were two ordinary men having a conversation in the middle of the street.
The barber glared down at his own feet and dropped his razor on the apple laced grass beneath his shoes. "I don't understand the-"
"You do," the stranger told him, slowly stalking closer. "The problem- the burden in your travesty of a relationship, is that you are extremely stubborn and therefore have grown so accustomed to your own solitude, that you in fact, cannot, form a genuine relationship of any genre."
The barber frowned, eyes wide and his mouth opening and closing continuously, knowing that everything the man was telling him was truth, but he really didn't want to be ratted out so easily- who was this man? How did he know about anything?
The man finally reached the barber, talking to him, face to face now.
Sweeney looked him square in the eyes, and knew this would be an obvious victory for his enemy. "Do you want a relationship with that woman?" "Bloodsucker" questioned, in a taunting kind of way as he gestured with his hand towards the unconscious Mrs Lovett.
Sweeney swallowed, the answer "NO!" coming to mind immediately. However, how else would he stay alive? He needed at least one stable friend to talk to. Or he would go even madder!
"N—"
"Think very carefully, Mr Todd. If you say no, I will awaken her in the most horrific manner and you two shall join the group once more, enjoying the silence and hatred from one another."
Sweeney looked away from him, at the floor to be exact. "This awakening? What do you mean by 'horrific'?" he asked quietly, obviously thinking of something utterly filthy, he'd often regarded himself as dirty minded.
The man rolled his eyes. "I will bite her neck and drain her of her blood. I might just do that to you instead if you do not choose a verified option!"
Sweeney nodded once and dared to look his enemy in the eyes again. "Who are you?"
"Never mind that! Answer the appropriate question, Mr Todd."
He sighed and gulped, feeling regret roil in his insides.
"Yes! Fine! Try your silly 'destiny' theory! What do I care anyway? To be killed would be a relief! And Mrs Lovett being killed? Well! I can always find another soul who is willing to be my slave!" he blurted out, the stranger smiling smugly.
Before the barber knew it, "Bloodsucker" swung his weapon and it collided with the top of the male's skull, hard enough for him to black out but not major enough to result in death. Sweeney dropped to the floor like a dead fly. "Bloodsucker" smirked and fell to his knees beside him. He grabbed the barber's collar and dragged him over to the baker, so they were lying flat, side by side.
"Just like a scene from Romeo and Juliet," he muttered, standing up, cane in hand, to admire his work.
"And now for stage one, to commence!"
He reached into his thin black trouser pocket, fumbling around for a miniature glass bottle. He smiled when he struck gold and fished it from his pocket.
He rotated it in his hand, observing the velvety purple liquid swirling inside. He chucked his cane to one side – it was a hands on job.
"I hope this works on the stubborn male... if his depression is that bad then it will not work..." he said to himself, taking the clear lid from the bottle. He warily held the potion bottle between his finger and thumb, kneeling down next to the female first. With his sharp fingernails, he forced open her right eyelid, revealing her deep chocolate orbs.
He grinned, revealing his curved hollow fangs. "Your feelings will grow stronger, Mrs Lovett. You will learn to love Sweeney Todd with such depth, that you will never be able to leave his side." He took out the thin glass pipette, full of the violet liquid, his nails still holding her eyelids open. "You will love Sweeney Todd," he breathed venomously.
The vampire smiled with triumph as he squeezed the top of the pipette and a large, shining bead fell from the tip of the instrument, and splattered into Mrs Lovett's eye.
He narrowed his eyes and brought the potion filled pipette back into the bottle. He stood back up, making his way around to the other side of the two.
"Here we go you stubborn git," the vampire said poisonously, lowering himself in the crouching position next to the male. He violently mixed the potion and shook it twice. He repeated the same as on Nellie, opening Sweeney's eyelids with his long ferocious looking fingernails. He steadied his right hand and sucked up some more purple liquid with the pipette.
"Now, you, you evil monstrosity of emotion, you are going to awaken and find yourself—" he sighed "exactly the same as you bloody were, only this time, you will look to your left, and instantly fall for Eleanor Lovett. Like you once fell naively for another." He poised the potion over Mr Todd's demon-dead eyes, and swallowed, wishing for the best.
"You will love Eleanor Lovett."
The potion hit the barber's eye and the vampire let go of his eyelid, allowing it to blink once to get used to the potion. The vampire still looked uneasy.
"Perhaps... just one more?"
He sucked up more potion in the bottle, quickly held open his eye again and let three more drops hit Sweeney's orb. He stood, placed the pipette in the bottle, added the lid and shoved it back in his pocket. He stepped back from the scene. "There's still something missing... oh... yes!"
He rushed over to them once more and dragged the barber's limp arm around the baker. He then pulled Nellie's leg up so it clutched against his left side.
"Hmm. Yes. Much more realistic!"
He stepped back and observed once more, nodded his head and was now satisfied with his work.
"Yes. Much much more realistic!"
He quickly grabbed his cane, nodded towards the two on the floor and hurried up the slight hill. He slowed down when he passed the plant he'd been peeping from and slowly disappeared from view.
They would stir soon.
And things would be a whole lot different.
Thanks for reaching this point! Isn't Barnabas naughty ! Sorry that there wasn't much Wonka or the other guests in this chapter, but it was a key chapter for Sweeney and Nellie. Anyway, please review. There will definitely be another chapter in store for you!
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