-A/N So here's Chapter 4 . I know that the previous chapter was really fluff-ish and a little OOC so I tried t o fix this a little by bringing the real demon barber of Fleet Street , the crazy murderer we all love. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I did own Sweeney Todd Sweeney and Nellie would end up together.
Chapter 4
It was a warm morning in London , Eleanor Lovett had just woken up , a smile plastered on her face. She had had a wonderful dream about the barber upstairs last night. Her smile grew even larger (if that was possible) as she thought back on the previous evening's events. His large hand surrounding hers, his dark black orbs never leaving her eyes, if he had kept staring at her like that for a little longer she would have surely melt.
She got out of bed and got dressed. She walked into the parlor finding Toby asleep on the floor , bottle of gin in hand. She ignored the boy and walked into her kitchen and started preparing breakfast, the huge smile still had its place on her face.
After she had set the table she placed some of the food on a tray and went upstairs to the barber shop.
She opened the door slowly , balancing the tray on her hip . The infamous barber was probably in not one of his best moods, he was staring blankly out of the window and had one of his razors in hand.
"Morning Mr T!" She said merilly hoping that she could cheer him up.
He just replied with a grunt.
"Brought ya some breakfast luv." She said carefully placing the tray on top of the chest that used to contain Pirelli's body. "Beautiful day in'nit?" She said again , placing her hands on her hips and hoping that she could start a conversation. The barber though just kept staring out of the window.
"Ya know, I was thinking" The baker said again never losing hope "Since it's such a nice day, we could go to the park today the three of us, ya know, you ,me and Toby. Have a picnic or something..."
"No." The barber growled.
The baker's face fell. "Are ya sure? It is going to be real f-"She was interrupted by the now extremely annoyed barber.
"I told you no you bloody woman , what don't you understand?" He roared now finally turning to face her.
Tears started pricking her eyes and she stormed out of the shop before he could see her cry. God, she was so stupid! Thinking that he finally cared about her.
She run to her parlor, then into her bedroom , locked the door behind her and collapsed on her bed sobbing uncontrollably .
-So was it better? Worse? Let me know