Omg did you guys ever watch "The Hillywood Show?" It is amazing look it up on you tube. :D
Anyways thanks to those of you that review :D It's really hard to write Sweeney's character because I don't think we'll ever know what the guy thinks...
Later on that night, Sweeney couldn't sleep. Which was normal for him, but usually he could just stare blankly at his wall. Not tonight, no. So many thoughts of Mrs. Lovett run though his mind, he used to have those thoughts of Lucy. But each time he closed his eyes Lucy was replaced by Mrs. Lovett. That fucking woman. Sweeney thought. He couldn't understand these feelings that he had for Mrs. Lovett, why couldn't he kill her and get it over with? Sweeney looked over at his razors with an evil grin dancing upon his face. He would murder Mrs. Lovett tonight.
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AUTHORS NOTE: DUN DUN DUN!!
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Mrs. Lovett was sleeping peacefully in her room, but was awoken by a cold, sharp razor pressing against her neck. Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes and screamed, but Sweeney put a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "Shh!"
"Any last words Mrs. Lovett?" he whispered.
Sweeney removed the hand from her mouth and Mrs. Lovett gasped, "What, what are you doing?"
"Why surely you didn't think I would let you go on and live after what you did to me?" Sweeney said as he razed the razor up in the air, he was about to stab her with it, but for some odd reason he couldn't.
Her eyes were wide and full of tears, she tried to speak but she couldn't, there was a big lump in her throat that told her not to. She gulped and managed to cry out, "Why?"
Because I love you. Sweeney wanted to say, but instead he got up and left. "Damn woman." Sweeney said to himself as he walked up the stairs to his shop. Sweeney went to lie on his 'bed' if you could call it that and thought all night, about revenge, and the baker downstairs.
Mrs. Lovett awoke the next morning thinking that the pervious night was just a nightmare, until she looked in the mirror and noticed a scratch exactly where Sweeney had pressed the razor. She put her hand over her scratch; Sweeney Todd had tried to murder her. Mrs. Lovett was frightened knowing that at any moment Mr. Todd could come downstairs and kill her within a heartbeat. But she tried not to think much of it, after all she could just leave for the day and maybe Mr. Todd could cool off. 'Oh bugger." Mrs. Lovett said to herself, she couldn't leave she had a shop to run, and she was already behind from yesterday.
"Morning mum!" Toby exclaimed as Mrs. Lovett came into the kitchen. "Sleep well."
Mrs. Lovett looked at Toby and sighed, she hated having to lie to him, "Yes."
"I heard you scream, are you alright?" Toby asked with great concern.
"I'm fine, just 'ad a nightmare is all." Mrs. Lovett replied.
Toby noticed the scratch on her neck, "What happened?!"
"What?"
"Your neck it's cut! Did Mista T do somethin' to ya? If he did I swear I'll…"
"Toby, Toby love." Mrs. Lovett began. "Everything is fine I just scratched it."
"You sure?" Toby asked.
"Yes, now don't you go worryin' about me." Mrs. Lovett said as she hugged Toby.
Later on that day, at around closing time, a drunken James Ellington stopped by. Mrs. Lovett sent Toby to bed earlier so he didn't have to clean up the kitchen; she owed it to him for leaving yesterday.
"Evenin' Nellie!" James hiccupped as he entered the shop.
"Hello Mr. Ellington, good to see ya!" Mrs. Lovett replied.
"Hows you doing?" James slurred.
"Why Mr. Ellington, your drunk!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed as she went over to help him sit down.
"Call me James!" James grabbed a hold of Mrs. Lovett and tried to kiss her.
Mrs. Lovett tried to squeeze out of his grasp, but he was too strong for her, "James stop it now!"
"Oh come on now, you know you like me too!" James managed to give Mrs. Lovett a drunken kiss on the lips.
"Ah!" Mrs. Lovett pulled her face away from his in disgust, "Let go of me!" Mrs. Lovett continued to yell and kick her way out of his hold; suddenly Mr. Todd came in and saw what was going on. Mrs. Lovett didn't notice him; she was too busy trying to get James off of her. Sweeney took out a razor and slit James' throat. Mrs. Lovett saw the blood come out of his neck and spay on her. She pulled herself away from him and looked at Sweeney who was watching James fall dead.
Sweeney gave Mrs. Lovett an "are you okay?" look. Mrs. Lovett was gasping at the sight of a dead James Ellington on the ground. "Mista T." Mrs. Lovett managed to say, she was so touched that Sweeney 'saved' her. But in a way she felt bad, after all it wasn't James' fault he was drunk. Mrs. Lovett thought again, what if Mista T hadn't of helped me? I could have been raped!
Sweeney didn't say anything; he looked at Mrs. Lovett and saw the blood that remained dripping down her chest. "Hmm?" he mumbled.
"Thank you." She mouthed to him.
"It's fine." He said, as he walked out the door and back to his shop.
Mrs. Lovett dragged James' body to the bake house and left him there, she would deal with that later. For something else sat in her mind, why did he help me? She was seeking answers, she went up to Mr. Todd's barber shop, she shut the door, and stood in the door way.
"Why?" she asked.
"What?" Sweeney asked as he turned around to face her.
"Why did you help me?" Mrs. Lovett asked, Sweeney had attempted to kill her not even twenty four hours before and now he just saved her, without even saying hardly anything.
Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett stared at each other for a while until Sweeney went over and kissed her. Mrs. Lovett returned his kiss; they both stood in the darkness melting away like two candles that have just been thrown into a burning oven. Mrs. Lovett pulled away and turned around, "I can't" she said.
"What do you mean?" Sweeney asked, he was confused why did she pull away isn't this what she wanted?
"You can't love me… You never will. I can't love you." She started to say, Mrs. Lovett thought about her dreams once more, she wanted a family, but she was so in love with this man, this man that can never love because Sweeney Todd doesn't love, he hates.
"What are you talking about?" Sweeney hated himself; he did have feelings for Mrs. Lovett, he didn't know if it was love, he didn't remember what love felt like.
"You." Mrs. Lovett said as she went back downstairs, regretting that she ever even went up there.
Sweeney sat down in his chairs and put his hands on his eyes and thought more and more. Sweeney stood in the door way of Mrs. Lovett's living area and watched her read, before he spoke he took a few steps into the room. "What's that feeling when you can't stop thinking of a certain person and your heart skips a beat each time you see them?" Sweeney asked.
Mrs. Lovett looked up at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Is that love?" Sweeney asked.
"I don't know, many people have different thoughts on love." Mrs. Lovett replied.
"What are your thoughts on love?" Sweeney asked as he took a few more steps into the room, he saw Toby passed out on the couch.
"Mista T, why all the questions?"
"Just answer me." Sweeney replied.
"Well love is when you really care about a person and… I don't know Mista T." Mrs. Lovett got up and went into the kitchen to get herself some gin.
Sweeney followed her, "What do you want in life Mrs. Lovett?" Sweeney asked in his normal annoyed tone of voice.
"Why in hell do you even care?" Mrs. Lovett harshly asked.
"Bitch." Sweeney mumbled.
"What did you just call me?" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down.
"You heard me." He growled.
"What has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean Mrs. Lovett, you don't even know why I even came down here do you?"
"It's perfectly clear why you came down 'ere to hurt me some more didn't ya?" Mrs. Lovett spat, "You just love to hear my cry, when you know that I loved you."
"Loved?" Sweeney asked in a confused tone, he knew Mrs. Lovett loved him so to say, but did she mean it?
"Exactly." Mrs. Lovett said as she took a sip of gin.
"What do you mean loved?"
"Oh pish posh Mista T, you still didn't tell me why you helped me earlier today."
And there it was, that question that still sat in the back of his head, even he didn't know the answer to it. "I don't know."
"Than why did you do it? You could have let him continue try and get to my advances but you didn't. Why?"
"I do not wish to continue this discussion." Sweeney barked, he didn't want her to know that he possessed feelings for her, what was he thinking he needed her, he was just going to loose her again if he didn't speak up.
"I see. Just admit it; you know you would miss me if I was gone."
"No I wouldn't"
"So you're telling me you would rejoice? Than tell me this my dear, who is gonna take care of your victims when you kill 'em?"
"I will."
"So your gonna gut 'em and back 'em into pies eh?"
"Yes." Sweeney said, he was just a stubborn as Mrs. Lovett was.
They both stared at each other for a good long while until Mrs. Lovett opened her mouth to speak. "You are the most stubborn bastard that I ever met."
Hmmm. What should happen next? Please review :D