Author's Note: Just to clarify, Pirelli is a legitimate Italian in this story and he never knew Benjamin Barker. Now that's settled, enjoy the fic!
Mrs. Lovett had just put her new tenant and helper, Toby, to bed in her spare room in her second floor apartment. She smiled slightly as she headed down to her parlor, happy to have saved Toby from that sleazy and cruel Italian. Mrs. Lovett got settled in her arm chair and began to read her current book. She was reading for a few minutes when she heard her shop door open. Mrs. Lovett cautiously placed her book down, having an uneasy feeling that it was not Sweeney Todd who was visiting her.
She quietly made her way to her shop and glared at the intruder who was standing by the counter. It was that no-good Italian, Pirelli. Mrs. Lovett crossed her arms and stared blankly at the man as she approached him.
"Th' shop is closed, Signor," She uttered. Pirelli smiled politely at her, giving her chills.
"Do you know that-a you are a delectable woman?" Pirelli asked in his slimy and stuck-up voice. Mrs. Lovett wasn't amused.
"Get out o' here, Signor. Or must I 'ave t' escort ye again?" When Pirelli didn't move, Mrs. Lovett made her way to him to force him out. When she was close enough, Pirelli brutally wacked her with her own rolling pin. Mrs. Lovett fell back onto the floor, stunned and in pain. Pirelli smiled widely, dropping the rolling pin.
"Now-a, this-a is-a more like it…" He muttered darkly, pouncing on Mrs. Lovett. He roughly turned her over and began to untie the laces of her corset. Mrs. Lovett may have been slightly out of it, but she was fully aware of what he was planning. She wasn't frightened or sad, she was furious. When Pirelli turned her back over to rip her dress off, Mrs. Lovett forcefully kicked him in the groin, causing him to yelp in agony.
Sweeney Todd was sitting up in his shop, unable to sleep. He let out a sigh and looked out the large window in his room. He missed his wife terribly and was blood thirsty for revenge. Sweeney knew he had to wait, as Mrs. Lovett had advised. However, it was getting increasingly harder to do so. After a moment, Sweeney got up and went to go to bed when he heard yelling from below.
Pirelli fell on his back, holding his groin in agony. Mrs. Lovett quickly got up and grabbed her rolling pin. She then began to beat Pirelli brutally with it, hitting him in the head over and over again.
"Never again," She yelled as she beat him, tears of fury rolling down her face. Mrs. Lovett continued to beat him until she was absolutely certain that he was, at least, out cold. She dropped the rolling pin to the floor, breathing heavily. It was then that she noticed that somebody else's presence was in the room. She looked over at the door to see Sweeney Todd standing there, a shocked expression was on his face. She said nothing to him, or he to her. Instead, Mrs. Lovett looked back down at Pirelli. Sweeney couldn't see who she had beaten since he was behind the counter, but the barber had a feeling that he knew who the victim was.
Without saying a word, he walked over to Mrs. Lovett, looking over her shoulder to see an unrecognizable Pirelli lying on the floor. Sweeney then looked Mrs. Lovett over, silently understanding what the Italian was attempting to do to her. He started to retie Mrs. Lovett's corset for her. She didn't seem to notice or care at the moment. The baker was too lost in her thoughts to notice anything that was going on around her.
When the corset was securely tied, Sweeney took the distant woman by the hand and led her into her parlor. He sat her down on the couch and then headed up to her second floor apartment. After quickly checking on the boy, Sweeney went into Mrs. Lovett's bathroom and got a cloth. He ran it under cold water for a while before heading back down to the parlor.
Mrs. Lovett was still staring off into space when Sweeney returned. He sat beside her and placed the cloth on the large bump on her forehead. She didn't wince to the contact, which was making the barber worry.
"Mrs. Lovett?" He asked softly. She turned slightly and looked at him, "Are you alright?"
"Swell," She answered, holding the cloth to her head. Sweeney relaxed slightly, satisfied that she was speaking. He slowly got up, staring at the entrance to the Pie Shop. Mrs. Lovett looked up at him, knowing what he was going to do when she saw him take his razor out of its holster.
"I'll be right back," He assured her as he headed into the Pie Shop. Sweeney went around the counter and knelt down atop of Pirelli, who was starting to come through. The barber tilted Pirelli's chin up and slit the man's throat, blood squirting all over Sweeney's face and shirt. After the deed was done, Sweeney got up and almost jumped when he faced Mrs. Lovett, who had been standing behind him.
"Let's bring 'im down to th' bake house and burn 'is remains," She said quietly.
"Are you well enough to walk?" Sweeney asked. She gave him a look. Sweeney took the hint and started to pick up the body as Mrs. Lovett opened up two entrances to the bake house. She helped Sweeney carry the body down the stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they got down to the bake house, Mrs. Lovett went over and opened up the oven door. Sweeney tossed the body in and closed the door. Mrs. Lovett turned the oven on when the door was securely shut. In silence, they left the bake house.
For a half an hour, Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett cleaned up the Pie Shop of its blood and clutter from the attack. When that was done, Sweeney went back up to his shop to clean himself up and Mrs. Lovett went to her room to change into her night cloths. The baker then went to bed, relentlessly falling to sleep and unaware that Sweeney Todd had come into her room and stayed to guard her from further harm.
ACK! I need to charge my laptop! Anyway, I hope that y'all liked this chapter! (No, I'm not from the south, it's just easier to type "y'all" instead of you all) Please review!