VampirePrincess828: If you love Anthony... I'm so sorry; you might not want to read this!! XDDD
I don't own Sweeney Todd. My cat does. "?bjww" – from my cat. She just walked on the keyboard. :D OH and I don't own Fuck You Anyway. Idk who it's by but I love it :D
HAVE FUN!! XP
"We're sorry – We just went to grab them early."
"Well, don't do it again." Ms. Lovett scolded the girls. They had said they wouldn't be gone for too long, but it had been a while. Ms. Lovett was obviously worried sick. "You know what bad monsters are out there, loves? Don' want to lose yer 'eads!"
Savannah and Kerbie laughed gently. "We'll be more careful next time, and maybe even bring Sweeney with us if we need to." They both doubted he would ever agree with that, but they pretended to think differently. Ms. Lovett patted their shoulders and walked up to Anthony and Johanna. "I should probably call Mr. T down and make sure he knows you're here –" Before she could make it to the door, Sweeney had already burst through, looking around suspiciously. When he spotted Johanna, his eyes grew dim and his breath stopped short. My little Johanna, all grown up… Yes, she had her mother's hair and smile, but her eye color definitely resembled her father, along with her cheekbone and chin. She smiled politely at him, trying not to stare as well. Could this really be my father...? She still had her doubts, and looked at Anthony, who looked at Sweeney. "Um, Mr. Todd… Can I have a word with you upstairs?" Sweeney broke out of his trance almost immediately, and nodded. Unfortunately for them, Kerbie and Savannah didn't notice.
"Ms. Lovett…" Johanna shifted on her right foot, looking uneasily at the door. "Can we all…talk in the parlor, while the others talk upstairs?"
"'Course, love!" The four left the kitchen and went into the parlor, where they sat down on the sofas and chairs. A small fire was lit in the fireplace, casting an eerie glow all around the room.
"Where's Toby?" Kerbie asked Ms. Lovett. She realized she hadn't seen him in a while.
"Oh, Toby's already gone to bed. Poor thing is always tired…" Her voice drifted off as she stared at the fire. Silence filled the room, and everyone felt awkward. No one really knew each other, except Ms. Lovett, Savannah and Kerbie. Otherwise, there seemed to be no connection.
"So, li'l Johanna, is it?" Ms. Lovett suddenly spoke, silently thanking herself for interrupting the dreadful silence. "Was there something you wanted to say, love?"
"Oh!" Johanna suddenly remembered. Her mind had drifted off while she wondered about things – everything, really – these two strange girls, the judge's disappearance, and what would become of her and Anthony. She had forgotten something very important. "I need to ask you something, Ms. Lovett. I want you to tell me the truth in every word that you speak." She took a sad breath, and then asked in a rush of quivering words. "Is Mr. Todd my father?"
Ms. Lovett froze in place. Her eyes were wide, and she stared coldly at the fireplace. Of all the questions… Why this one? Why now? "Love, you may be mistaken, because I don't think there's –"
"I am not mistaken!!" she suddenly cried out, and she began to shake. She squeezed her knees until they ached, and she stared at Ms. Lovett with those eyes – those brown eyes – his eyes – with a face so sad, so unsure, Ms. Lovett knew she just couldn't lie to her anymore. Johanna took a deep breath, and asked again. "Is…Sweeney Todd…my real father, or not?"
Ms. Lovett looked down at the floor. What do I do? Say "yes," that Johanna's father is a blasted murderer, and let her know everything else about him? But when she looked back into Johanna's eyes, she didn't see Johanna anymore. She saw young Benjamin Barker, with that smile, that laugh. She couldn't lie. She wouldn't.
"'E is." Ms. Lovett looked back at the fire. "'E loved you, you know. He still does. He spends half of his days broodin' over you an' your mother, 'e does."
"That's…another thing I wanted to ask you." Johanna shifted on the cushions, suddenly feeling guilty for something…but what? "What happened to my mother?"
Before Ms. Lovett could answer, Sweeney burst through the door – alone. Savannah and Kerbie stared at him, then at each other, then at him again. "Where's Anthony?"
"He went to get the coach, just like 'e said," he muttered, lingering in the doorway. He stared at Johanna, who stared back at him.
"M-Mr. Todd?" she asked in a tiny voice. "I need to ask you something…"
Oh, great. Ms. Lovett sighed heavily. Time for emotional moments and family reunion.
"A-Apparently you're m-my…my father…"
Sweeney showed no signs of shock or fright. He remained completely still and continued to stare at Johanna, who waited patiently. Sweeney might not have been shocked on the outside, but in the inside, his mind was swarming for answers and help. How did she find out? What do I say?
"Err…" He sighed uneasily. "I…am, yes."
"Why wouldn't you tell me this, then?" Johanna felt a strange stream of fire seep through her. Anger? Why am I angry?
"I…I just…" Sweeney didn't really know this time. He would've eventually told her, of course, but otherwise, he didn't know why he didn't tell her. "I…didn't want you to go through with that. I can't stand even thinking about it, and I didn't want you going through with it."
"Well, I did, didn't I?" Johanna mumbled under her breath. The two continued to stare at each other, waiting for movement. Ms. Lovett felt bad for Johanna for all of this being forced on her all at once. Kerbie was confused that Johanna didn't seem happy about any of this, and Savannah only continued staring at Sweeney. He's so pretty!!
"If this is true, if any of this is true… What happened to my mother?" Johanna asked.
Sweeney inhaled sharply. "She died."
"We should probably tell him about Lucy whenever we can," Kerbie whispered to Savannah. She nodded in agreement. After a few more dreadful minutes of silence, Sweeney finally tore his gaze away from his daughter. "I… I need to be in the shop. There's something I… Goodbye." He left quickly, shutting the door quietly and practically running up the steps to his shop. The girls stared at where he was just standing. They needed to know if he really did it.
"We need to ask Sweeney a question!" Savannah said as she stood up. Kerbie nodded. "We won't be long."
"That's good!" Ms. Lovett stood up. "I have tea cookin' on the stove, and we all deserve a cup after a long day's work!"
Kerbie and Savannah nodded, and then left the room. They quietly, very quietly, made their way up Sweeney's steps. He was probably mourning over Lucy by now. They opened his door and shut it quickly behind him. Of course, he was slouched in his chair, staring at the picture of Lucy and Johanna. When the girls came in, he closed up the picture and stood up, returning the frame to the table. "What is it?"
"Sweeney." Kerbie no longer felt scared. She didn't care if he wanted to hurt her. "Did you kill Anthony?"
"I told you I would, didn't I?"
The darkness in the room seemed to get even darker. Kerbie and Savannah stopped breathing altogether. They only stared at Sweeney.
"You…you killed him?!" Savannah gasped. "After he saved your pathetic life… You killed him??!"
Sweeney glared at her. "He was getting in the way of things. I had to."
"No!" Kerbie suddenly screamed, tears filling her eyes. "You didn't need to, you just wanted to!! If he was out of the way, you could have your precious little daughter back! She doesn't even seem very accepting, does she?!"
Sweeney pulled out his razor. "Get out of my damn shop."
"You're so blind!" Savannah also yelled. "You don't care that he saved your bloody daughter! You just want everyone to die!"
"GET OUT! NOW!"
"Or what?!" Kerbie yelled, holding back sobs. "Will you kill us like you did Anthony?!" She ran up to him and started throwing weak punches at his chest. He glared, trying to hold in his anger. Kerbie screamed the whole time. "You idiot! You don't care about anyone! I can't believe Ms. Lovett even cares about you! She doesn't even know what you really are!!!" Sweeney Todd was a man who was blinded with rage and hate, and Kerbie didn't realize that she was just the same right now. She wanted to scream, to cry, and to leave – instead, she kept throwing her punches at his chest. Sweeney took in another sharp breath. "Get away from me."
"You stupid fool! You stupid… Why would you do this?!"
Savannah noticed an evil glint in Sweeney's eyes. "Kerbie. Come on, let's just go downstairs. Kerbie, please!"
"I hate him! I want him to die! I want to hurt him! He deserves to die!!" Kerbie's tears started to overflow, and she sobbed. Her heart felt like it was made of rocks, and her lungs were as thin as paper. But she didn't stop. She kept punching the angry man over and over, wishing she could cause him terrible pain. There was a shing as a razor was opened, but she didn't stop.
Savannah stared. No. No no no no no no no! Not like this, please… A familiar song went through her mind as she stared, frozen to the spot.
I can't believe you were once just like anyone else.
Then you grew and became like the devil himself.
I pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say.
But I don't think I can…
She jumped from her spot as Sweeney brought the razor into the air.
…So fuck you anyway.
Savannah tackled Kerbie to the floor just as Sweeney made his mark. Kerbie screamed as the razor broke through the skin in her arm, and blood immediately seeped out. The two girls stared up at Sweeney, hate in their eyes. He stared at his razor, thinking… What the hell am I doing? They're children… He looked at Kerbie, seeing all the pain and sadness in her eyes. What he had done to Anthony was going to scar her for life, and he knew Savannah would always feel protection over her friend. He winced as he spoke:
"Please get out."
Savannah helped up her friend, who stared at her bloody arm. It wasn't very deep of a gash, but it hurt as though it was. She stared at Sweeney as they left through the door.
Savannah couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. She almost lost her friend – her best friend. Those lyrics weren't just a song to her anymore. They were a message.
When you look at yourself, do you see what I see?
If you do, why the fuck are you looking at me?
They made their way downstairs, Kerbie no longer crying. She grasped her arm and looked at her friend. There was a strange glint in her eyes. Could it really be…hate?
There's a look on your face that I'd like to knock out.
I see the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth.
All I want is to see you in terrible pain.
Though we won't meet again, I remember your name.
Bum. Bum. I changed the last line of that song so that it would make better sense. I love that song even though it cusses a lot XDDD
Ideas. I might need some. So, uh… bye!