Please rate my THEME SONG. I have made videos before, but no one rates them. PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! Anything! Just go to the link at the bottom of my profile and click on it and watch it and click on a star, please! It's really not that hard. I do it all the time. People review my stories on fanfiction which is great, I thank you all, but please do me this one favor!? P.S. I hate begging.

THEME SONG

ANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANAN

Rose hadn't slept very long that afternoon, but when she returned to bed that evening she only slept for a few hours. She awoke to find darkness. The only light came from the single, low burning candle on the nightstand next to her bed. She was facing the wall, and she rolled over to see that the chair next to the bed was vacant. Why wasn't Mrs. Lovett there? Mrs. Lovett was always there lulling her back to sleep when she awoke during the night. But something was different this time. She was calm unlike the other times that she woke up.

Rose stood and walked to the door. She walked down the dark hallway as if walking through a dream. She couldn't see anything, yet she seemed to know exactly where she was going. And despite the fact that she couldn't see everything seemed to move farther away. She found Mrs. Lovett's door and opened it carefully. Mrs. Lovett was sleeping peacefully on her big soft mattress. Rose had never seen her sleep before. She looked so beautiful and soft. Like a woman. She had noticed that Mrs. Lovett wasn't like other women, frail and vulnerable, but now… Rose admired her. She wanted to be just like her, but not yet. She slid under the covers next to her 'mummy'. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but she liked it. Mrs. Lovett seemed to like it too. She found a certain comfort in calling her that. She settled herself down snuggling close. Mrs. Lovett unconsciously wrapped an arm around Rose's shoulder. It didn't take long before she had fallen asleep again.

(I don't think that had anything to do with the big picture, but the idea popped into my head all sudden like and I thought it was cute, so I had to put it in.)

;- -;

Mr. Todd had tried to convince Mrs. Lovett that she should take another day off, but she insisted that she was perfectly alright to work that day.

Sometime that evening Sweeney closed his shop for a while. Mrs. Lovett wanted him to stay partly to keep an eye on Rose and partly to… well, you know.

"Rose will stay in my shop with the cat." He said with his back to her. With that he disappeared into the dark streets of London. Mrs. Lovett sighed.



"Such a cold, distant man that one is. I should kick his arse." She mumbled to herself as she turned back to the shop.

;- -;

Mrs. Lovett finished cleaning up the shop after the children went to bed. After her work was finished she realized that she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. She lingered at the bottom of the stairs for a few moments looking up at the barber's shop.

I wonder if I should go up and say goodnight? She thought to herself. Just this once won't hurt, will it? She thought as she made her way up the steps. When she reached the top she slowly pushed open the door. Mr. Todd was staring out of the large window as usual, one hand behind his back and the other resting above his head on the frame. The moon was his only source of light.

"Mr. Todd?"

His hand dropped immediately and he spun on his heals to face her. The moonlight reflected on his ghostly white skin tinting it blue. He looked so beautiful.

"I just wanted to say goodnight."

He grunted in response and resumed pacing back and forth, still watching for something in the empty streets. Something about the dark changed him somehow. He looked more… real. He looked stronger, more aware or alert, like a man with a purpose and a family. He looked like Benjamin. His frown, his eyes still looked the same, but something about them was different. Sweeney always looked so cold, so distant, so vulnerable and weak. But this man, Mrs. Lovett could see, was still Benjamin Barker. The man she had fallen in love with. His name was Sweeney Todd. He was the Demon Barber of Fleet street. Sweeney Todd was not the man she had fallen in love with. But perhaps there was still hope. Benjamin Barker would always be with him, and maybe if Ben couldn't love her, Sweeney could. Neither Sweeney nor Ben alone could love her, would love her, but maybe there was still hope. Sweeney had no one, he would always be alone, but maybe Benjamin's warm heart would let her in.

Mrs. Lovett left him to his thoughts, drowning in her own. She opened the door to her own room. She took off her dress and threw on her night gown. She buttoned it up as she stepped out of her closet. When she looked up the room was dark. The moon hid behind a cloud for a few moments. She waited for the cloud to pass before walking anymore. Slowly, the blue light poured in. It started under the window and made its way to the bed. Finally it shed its soft light on the mattress. Mrs. Lovett cocked her head. Something was on the foot of the bed. She stepped closer to find a red rose lain out perfectly on her blanket. Its soft petals a dark shade of deep carmine in the blue light.

"Sweeney."

ANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANAN



Sorry for the shortness.