Summery:
The Crow/Sweeney Todd Cross over. ToddXOC.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right; or in this case, fix a mistake that shouldn't have happened.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sweeney Todd, or The crow. If I did, I wouldn't be typing this on a shitty ass computer. I also don't own the songs that are going to be 'sung', since it is a musical. I'll but the title and who's it by before I start typing the lyrics. But I do own my OC's and this idea.
Chapter Nine: Because of you
After Abigail descended down the staircase she couldn't help but notice that Dawn was acting strangely, but she brushed it off once she stepped into the tavern.
"Found 'er?" Gabriel asked gruffly as he swiped the counter of the bar with a rag.
"Yeah, she's a bit ill," Abigail replied while tying an apron around her.
"Then go make'er a bowl of soup then!"
Abigail rolled her eyes, "I was just about to do that."
"Oh and clean up those 2 tables, and someone is going to pick up some food, which is in the kitchen. Can you take care of all that?"
Abigail nodded obediently, "where are you going?"
"I'm going ter take a nape, dead tired."
She nodded her head and finished up the swiping the bar counter; she waited until he went out the door leading to his parlor to stop whipping the counter. The bar was near to empty since lunch time was over, so she got to start with the soup she was going to make Dawn.
After turning on the stove she filled a small pot with water and placed it down to let it boil. Now for those tables…
The entire time washing and collecting plates from the two empty booth tables Abigail's thoughts consumed her attention span. Every bloody day he expects me to do everything, and only listen to himself! I'm 18 years old, I am an adult now and he still treats me like a child! Her mental ranting was getting her frustrated and angry. After violently shoving the dirty plates in the sink she stopped and rested her hands on the counter shutting her eyes and sighing exhaustingly, still thinking.
I honestly think that the only reason WHY he decided to adopt Dawn and I was so we could basically run the entire tavern ourselves. He's bloody lazy; today has to be the only day I ever see him do any work. If he's not behind the bar whilst me and Dawn are serving costumers, drinking up the Jack Daniel's and rum, than he's out in his living room passed out on the couch with a cheesy porn video still playing.
Abigail didn't even notice she was shaking the salt into the water aggressively for about 3 minutes. "Oh dear," she pulled her hand away and put the salt down, "I hope Dawn likes it salty." She made a worried expression and started to pay more attention to what she was doing.
10 minutes must've passed and the few people that were inside Gabriel's Wing were now gone, leaving Abigail alone to cook Dawn's cream of broccoli soup (a/n: 'Cause I really want some right now.) A sighed escape the 18 year old's lips as she turned away from the stove and leaned her back against the counter, arms crossed and eyes zoning in and out.
(This song is called Because of You by Kelly Clarkson)
"I will not make the same
mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
cause my heart
so much misery…
She picked up a cloth and began to absentmindedly swipe the booth tables as her song took over most of her senses and clouded her mind.
"I will not break
the way you did
you fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
to never let it get that far!
She stopped to sit on one of the tables and looked sorrowfully at the TV set that was hanging in the corner that showed a commercial of a family all enjoying a bucket of fried chicken.
"Because of you, Because of you Because of you
I never stray too
far from the sidewalk
I learned to play
on the safe side
so I don't get hurt
I find it hard to trust
not only me, but everyone around me
Somewhere near her chorus she got up from the table and walked over to the panel window looking outside noting a few lone raindrops falling against the glass. "Because of you, I am afraid...
"I lose my way I cannot cry
and it's not to long before you
point it out
because I know that's weakness
in your eyes
Abigail felt some sort of comfort looking at the window that now was dotted with little orbs of water, so she sat upon a bar stool still looking outside, eyes glazed and voice cracking as she sang.
"I'm forced to
fake a smile, a
laugh, every day
of my life
My heart can't possibly break when
it wasn't even whole to start with!
She ended the last word with a high tone and gripped on the pole that was connected to the ceiling to the counter tightly. A pressure on her nasal area overcame her as her glazed eyes started to water and fall from her light green eyes.
"Because of you
I never stray too
far from the sidewalk
Because of you Because of you
I learned to play
on the safe side
so I don't get hurt
I find it hard to trust
not only me, but
everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid…
She jumped off the stool still gripping onto the pole as she swung her self gracefully back behind the bar. She finally let go and placed her hands on the cold counter top.
"I watched you die I was so young
I heard you cry
every night in your sleep
you should have known better
than to lean on me!
She lent against the counter her knees buckling underneath her causing her to slowly fall onto the tiled floor.
"You never thought
of anyone else you just saw
your pain…
As she neared the floor, with her right arm still holding on to the counter edge as if her life depended on it, she raised her voice feeling the song giving her the adrenaline rush that now resided in her bruised heart a push of encouragement.
"And now I cry in Because of you Because of you, I Because of you Because of you Because of you
the middle of the night
for the same damn thing
I never stray too far from the
sidewalk
learnt to play on the safe side
so I don't get hurt
I try my hardest just to
forget everything
I don't know
how to let
anyone else in
I'm ashamed of my life
because it's empty
Her voice dropped, so did her hand that gripped the counter that tried to lift her up. Abigail blinked a couple of times feeling completely drained of energy and happiness, "Because of you I am afraid…"
"Johanna?" Dawn quirked an eyebrow, then it clicked to her. She did now remember that in the Legend of Sweeney Todd he did have a daughter that he never got to see. "Oh, right, now I remember."
"I see that my tale hasn't yet been forgotten…" his voice seemed a bit distracted as he was still looking out the window.
"Well anyone that lived in Fleet Street all their lives should know the tale! It's the only thing that keeps this place a tourist attraction."
Sweeney was barely listening to her as he was too drowned in his thoughts. Dawn slumped onto the couch exhaustingly and tapped her fingers on the arm rest, not knowing what to say. Truth be told this was kind of awkward, being in a room with an ex serial killer that was supposed to be dead for 150 years. Most people she would guess would not believe this at all and sent this man to the loony bin, but something told her that he was the real deal.
Finally the silence was broken, "I need to meet her." Sweeney turned his gaze away from the window and back at Dawn. He never thought he could act civilized towards this women, who lacked class…and clothes, but at this moment she was the only one that knew the truth and could help him.
"Who? Abigail? Well that won't be an awkward conversation; ''Ello, lass. Just wanted to say you look exactly like my daughter that I haven't seen for some odd 150 years.'"
"Than what do you suggest I say?" Sweeney asked a bit annoyed at her sarcasm. Women would be slapped if they did that in front of a man back in his day.
"Well I was kind of thinking that I introduce you as—"she paused rethinking what she was going to say, "Y'know, as my new boyfriend or something."
Sweeney furrowed his eyebrows, "Miss Hastings, we've only met today, I wouldn't think of you as more than just an acquaintance, rather than a friend."
"No, no that's not what I meant. Besides, Abigail wouldn't believe me if I said that you and I were just acquaintances, or friends… That would be the biggest understatement if I said that about any of my other guy-friends."
"Than what do you mean?"
"I mean," she stopped, trying to think of a way for him to understand, rather than saying that they were engaged or something. "Romantic together…"
Sweeney made on O shape with his lips but didn't say anything for a few moments. "Fine, but I still would like to tell her the truth at one point. I really think all of this," he gestured to his very alive self, "may be because I needed to finish something, or fix a mistake."
Dawn considered this, "Like meeting your daughter, which was something you never got to do?"
He nodded but didn't say anything.
Dawn paused and than gasped, "You don't think that she's…?"
"She might be!" Sweeney got a little spark of excitement. "Just look at her! She looks exactly like the way I picture Johanna; even Lucy, my wife."
She shook her head, "just seems a bit rash. Her being a reincarnation of your daughter; I mean, what are the chances of her ending up here?"
"It has to be fate," Sweeney said now going over to the trunk and looking inside of it. "Where did these books come from?"
Dawn shrugged now hovering behind him looking over his shoulder, "Dunno; the trunk was locked when we moved in. Don't recognize them?"
"No," he shook his head, "but they could belong to Mrs. Lovett… I don't remember her keeping any books, however."
Dawn bent down and picked up a couple of brown-covered books. There were no titles, but the spine and the corners were broken and tearing off. She flipped open one of them and turned a couple of blank pages before she came to one that had words: "Nellie's Journal."
"Who's Nellie?" Dawn quirked an eyebrow at the writing.
"That's Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney stood up and took the book in his hands. "I didn't know she kept a Journal."
Dawn took the second book and flipped it open to the first page that had writing. This one said "Elizabeth's Journal." "Then who's Elizabeth?"
Sweeney was too busy reading the first chapter of Lovett's journal to pay much attention, "I don't know, but it seems that Mrs. Lovett had an increasingly morbid fancy towards me; more than I thought."
"I see you're truly the lady's man," Dawn muttered to herself.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing—"she was cut off when she heard the door began to jiggle and unlocked. Panicked, Dawn shoved an unexpected Sweeney into the trunk slamming shut the lid, just at that moment the door opened.
A/N: Sorry this one is so short and it took a bit long. However, I put a lot of thought into Abigail's problem; she isn't all miss goody-two-shoes! By the song, I hope you understand why Abigail is depressed. Anyway, check out the character photos and the cover art on my homepage! THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!! Happy readings, xoxox.
Andaere: Thanks for pointing that out, I'm just used to spelling it Joanna.
