Hello again! The new chapter is here!

I want to thank all the people that are reading this and of course my reviewers: Emma, Katt the Pirate, SweeneySparrow, BlueStar33, GladeSistas, BleedmetoINSANITY and Shiloh!

Review reply to Emma: Thank you for the review! She's warming him. You are right. I have to make something clear; Sweeney is not going to be like a father figure to her. He'll fall for her. Not quickly but he will. Amelia is around 25 if you want to know. Anyway, thank you once again for supporting my story, love! Hope you like this chappie as well! XD


Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd!

Chapter 6

Amelia was sleeping deeply for the first time in weeks when she was suddenly awakened from her calm and peaceful slumber. A hand shook her firmly and she moaned in distress at the interruption. When she didn't open her eyes the shake became a shove and her eyes snapped open. She came face to face with Sweeney. He was kneeling next to her a candle in his hand as his dark eyes bored into her own. She frowned and stretched.

"Is something wrong?" she asked as she stifled a yawn.

"I can't sleep." Was the only thing he said and she looked at him confused, slightly sitting up on her bed.

"Oh…you want me to make you some warm milk to help…"

"No." he said as he looked into her eyes steadily.

"Then what…"

"When I can't sleep I'm getting annoyed."

"Then every night you are annoyed." She said and he huffed.

"Funny. When I don't sleep I'm not good in my job."

"And what can I do about it?" she asked, wanting desperately to go to sleep but at the same time wanting to do something for him. She actually didn't like it when he was upset. Even if he didn't, she cared for him, more than she wanted to admit.

Sweeney looked at her silent for a few moments before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm calm when I listen to your voice…reading to me." He said and she was shocked to say the least.

"Oh…um…you want me to read to you now?" she asked and he nodded mutely, his face showing hope and at the same time some sort of irritation. She didn't know if the irritation was because of her or because of his lack of sleep. When she remained silent he got annoyed, not that it was the first time mind you.

"Well?" he demanded as he mentally slapped himself for acting like a small boy, running to his mother for a fairy tale to put him to sleep. But the truth was that he was saying the truth. She did calm him and he didn't even know why. He only knew that he needed her voice to put him to sleep and he was angry with himself for exposing himself to a young woman.

"What time is it?" she asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up fully.

"Somewhere around…one in the morning…" he muttered and she sighed.

"Okay…have a book?" she said and she didn't even finished her sentence for he thrust a book right in front of her face, making her start.

"Oh…you have one…you don't expect me to read this to you tonight, right? It's too long…" she muttered as she flipped though the worn pages quickly.

He rolled his eyes and grunted.

"Okay…sit down then…"

"What? I'm not lying on your bed, Amelia." He mumbled angrily.

"Well I'm not allowed in yours and I'm not sitting on that chair again! My back hurts from cleaning all those stairs…" she muttered and he groaned. She raised an eyebrow and he glared at her.

"Fine!" he hissed as he plopped down next to her on his stomach. She smiled at her victory and it didn't go unnoticed by him for he slammed the candle on the floor with a loud thud and glared at her again, his mouth pursed in anger at her smirk.

She looked at him and cleared her throat.

"Sorry." She muttered as she opened the book.

"We're on page fifty two. You started reading it last week." He said and she smiled.

"Did I? Hmm…you're right."

"Of course I'm right! Now get on with it!" he snapped and she licked her dry, from the sleep lips and his eyes were immediately drawn to them almost unwillingly. She opened her mouth and started reading and his gaze stayed fixed on her pink lips.

She saw him staring and stopped.

"Mr. Todd?" she asked tentatively and his eyes snapped up to her face almost guiltily.

"Just…your hair is…" he lied as he pushed some hair away from her face with two fingers and she shivered. She nodded quickly and started reading again slowly but loud enough for him to hear clearly what she was saying.

After an hour of reading her throat had gone dry and she was ready to complain but when she looked up from the book she found him sound asleep on his stomach, his head pillowed on his folded hands. She smiled sadly and closed the book, realizing that even in his sleep the serious and hard expression was still plastered on his otherwise handsome face. She placed the book on the floor and lied down next to him, trying to keep as far away from him as possible, not wanting to anger him in the morning. She pulled the blanket around them and turned her back to him, molding her body towards the wall. She closed her eyes and she was asleep right away. She was already asleep when he turned in his sleep and snuggled closer to her from behind, his hand resting lightly on her stomach as he was away in the land of Morpheus.

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Amelia was still asleep when Sweeney woke up the next morning and found himself wrapped around her. His eyes widened in alarm and he jumped back as if she'd burnt him. He narrowed his eyes and was prepare to snap at her but he realized that she was asleep and he was the one that had touched her in his sleep. He stood up from the bed and moved back, not looking at her as he moved around the room. He opened his closet and angrily took out a clean shirt and vest before walking to the bathroom, furious with himself for acting like an immature boy. He opened the door and slammed it shut loudly, causing Amelia to wake up from her sleep. She jerked upwards and looked around, a frown on her face.

"What…" she mumbled as she plopped down again and threw the covers over her head.

A few minutes later he was out of the bathroom. He put on his coat, his face unreadable and she looked at him from under the covers.
"Sir…are you all right?" she asked sleepily but he only glanced at her for one second before turning towards the door.

"Fine." He said as he opened the door.

"Have a nice…" she started but the door closing cut her off.

"…day…" she finished with sad eyes. She groaned, confused by his moody behavior and sat up from her bed. She stretched and shook her head.

"What a man…" she muttered as she walked to the window and looked out. It was bloody raining again, for the third day in a row. She sighed and put on her dress before making her bed, not bothering with Sweeney's. It was neat. After all he hadn't slept on it that night.

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She was sitting in the balcony hours later, watching the rain falling when she heard cursing coming from down the street. She looked up and saw no other than the barber coming from his work, his feet slapping furiously against the wet and muddy road. Her eyes narrowed when she saw him clutching his hand and muttering obscenities. He soon arrived at the stairs and she quickly stood up from the chair when she saw blood on his hand.

"Mr. Todd?"

"Move." Was the only thing he said when he saw her standing in front of the door. She looked at him and made to touch his hand but he jerked away from her.

"What happened?"

"I cut my bloody hand is what happened! Move." He hissed, sending her a death glare.

"But…maybe I can help…"
"I said move! I don't need your goddamned help, Amelia!" he snapped as he pushed her away from the doorway and entered the room, closing the door behind him. She stood there staring at the closed door funnily, wondering what she had done this time. She sighed dejectedly and sat in her chair again, listening to him cursing and moving around the room, his boots hitting the old wood of the room as he paced around furiously. She sat there not knowing if she should go in or not. When she was ready to enter the room the door opened and he appeared, wearing a new shirt, another shirt in his hand, his hurt hand bandaged with a handkerchief.

"Take this and fix the button. I need it for this afternoon." He said throatily before he disappeared again into the room, this time leaving the door open.

She took the shirt and looked at it. A button was hanging loose and she walked back inside to take a thread for it as he sat on his chair, blood soaking the cloth around his finger. Mutely she returned to her chair in the balcony and started fixing the shirt carefully. Before she realized it she was so lost in her own world that she didn't even hear herself singing softly.

Are you really here?

Or am I dreaming?

I can't tell dreams from truth…

For it's been so long…

Since I have see you

I can hardly remember

Your face anymore…

When I get really lonely

And the distance calls

Is only silence

I think of you smiling

With pride in your eyes

A lover that sighs…

Her singing was cut short when the needle went through her finger and she winced. The words she had sang however were enough for the barber to stop his brooding and get up from his chair to walk closer in order to hear her better. He was standing frozen near the door, his mouth open in shock at the sound of her voice. It was like melody by itself to his ears. He snapped out of his daze and walked further towards her as she placed the thread in her mouth and cut it with her teeth. She looked at the button satisfied and stood up to bring it to him but she collided with his chest. She yelped and her eyes widened.

"You scared me." She said as she handed him the shirt. He was still staring at her and she looked around, not sure it was her he was staring at.

"Sir…?"

"That song…who do you know it…is it yours?" he asked, his eyes looking at her face as his hand took the shirt from her, his fingers brushing against hers in the process.

"I…don't know…I don't think so…it just came to me…Why? You like it?" she asked as she straightened her dress.

He regained his senses and scowled.

"It was fine." He muttered as he turned from her and walked back inside.

"Where are you going tonight?" she asked as she followed him inside.

"My collaborator…invited me for dinner in his house. His wife is cooking…I have to go…" he said irritated, not particularly liking the socializing he had to perform.

"Oh…nice."

"It's not…I don't even know them." He snorted as he closed the door.

"Can I come?" she asked and he looked at her wearily.

"No."

"Why not? I don't have anything better to do."

"You never have anything to do. That's not the point." He snapped as he brushed dust from his razor box.

"I keep this place clean and tidied and I'm not letting it collapse! Of course I do something!" she snapped back and he smirked at her anger, it was a novelty. She was never angry or irritated at him.

"Whatever. The answer is still the same. You can't come."

"But…but why not?" she asked and he gritted his teeth.

"As what are you going to come with me, Amelia?" he barked and she looked at him.

"A friend…" she said softly and he chuckled.

"Who said you're my friend? I don't have friends." He said coldly and she was taken aback by the answer.

"Then what am I? A maid?" she asked calmly and he pursed his lips, wanting for some weird reason to hurt her for causing him to behave the way he did the other night. He never needed anyone.

"You're just…a situation for me. An unwanted one. But being the good man that I am, I help you." He said and his words stung her deeply although they shouldn't. She didn't even know who she was. Why should she care what some random man thought of her? But she did and it hurt her more. She swallowed, nodded her head and turned away from him. She took her shawl from the chair and exited the room, wordlessly, closing the door softly behind her.

He stared after her, a frown slowly formed on his face as his gaze settled on the closed door. He swallowed and realized that he didn't feel so proud of what he had just said. And her reaction bothered him even more. She didn't even say anything to him; no remarks no hurtful words. She just left him alone. He shook his head and walked to the door. He walked out and leaned over the railing and spotted her standing at the yard, looking at the sky, her face blank. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip.

"Amelia!" he called with some edge in his voice and she just waved him away.

"Get in here! You'll get soaked, you foolish woman!" he barked but she just sat down at the one of the empty tables as small droplets of water fell on her face and hair.

"Amelia!" he hissed again but she ignored him. He stomped his foot and walked back inside, not bothering to close the door when the wind picked up.

"Stupid girl!" he muttered as he plopped down in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

At that moment as he recalled her sad face he felt something he hadn't felt for years. Guilt. But the end of the world would come first before he was going to admit it to anyone but himself.

End of chapter 6

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Feelings ahead, eh?

The song Amelia is singing is called "If you want me"; it's from the soundtrack of the movie "Once". So, I own nothing. Though I've never seen the movie I love that song. The credit of the idea of Amelia singing goes to my reviewer BleedmetoINSANITY.

Anyway, please review! :) Please?