Author's Note: This has taken longer than expected to write. I have been BRAINDEAD with this, but POOF... in Bio 2 today, I got an idea! What a miracle, right? But this was going to be longer, but I decided to shorten it to make room for a FUNNY and long ass chapter next. So look for it within the next two weeks. I won't be typing at ALL this weekend because my boyfriend is coming back to visit from college and I haven't seen him since the first week of September. Sorry for rambling so much, I'm just spewing out excuses... AHHHH. Sorry. Read on pleaseeeeeeeeee?

Disclaimer: If I owned Sweeney Todd, I wouldn't live where I do.

"Merely threw him into the hallway. I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of raping you." He whispered. "Plus, you belong to me."

"I thought yeh didn't want me." She huffed lying back down.

Sweeney smiled, leaning down towards her lips, letting his hot breath fall onto her face. "Dear Eleanor, you are too beautiful and too perfect to simply let go. You are mine and I intend to prove it to you tonight."

Before she could speak he pressed his lips onto hers with such force that she gasped at the feel of it. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he began to remove his trousers and his long sleeved fleece shirt.

"I need to finish what was started." He whispered down at her as he removed the final layers of her clothing. "And I intend to do things to you no other man would have dreamed."

That was when he plunged inside of her, and her screams of pleasure erupted throughout the night.

Eleanor awoke the next morning heavily satisfied. As her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she caught sight of was Sweeney Todd's beautiful face inches from hers. She sighed lightly, her body aching for his touch once again. As her eyes wandered to her apartment window, she realized, with horror, that sunlight was pouring through it.

"'M later fer work!" She mumbled, flying from the bed.

"What are you grumbling about?" Sweeney asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm late fer work! If I don' go an' ge' ready fer Christmas a' me shop, I'll lose me seasonal customers." She yelled back, pulling clothes from her dresser.

"Why would you being there for Christmas make any difference to your customers?" Sweeney yawned.

"Because we 'ave a Christmas show fer everyone an' anyone. We do our 'air nice, fin' some friends, an' show i' off fer customers."

Sweeney narrowed his eyes. "So it's a hair fashion show?"

"In o' sense, yeh." Eleanor finished dressing, and was pulling her hair back with pins. "Yeh'll 'ave ter jus' come an' watch i'."

Sweeney rolled over on his side, trying to make his voice sound as enthusiastic as possible. "Of course my pet, I would love to."

With only two weeks until Christmas, Sweeney Todd had no idea what to buy Eleanor. He had known her for well over 200 years and he still didn't know what to buy her. It was pathetic.

"Maybe a pet perhaps?" He laughed at the thought, remembering Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop; all of the poor kittens that had been put into her pies...

"Maybe not." He mumbled to himself as he dried his hair off, stepping out of the shower. "What do women like Eleanor like?"

He sighed, drying the rest of himself off and pulling on his boxers. Then a sudden though hit him, and he nearly fell back into the bathtub at the thought of it.

"I couldn't-" Sweeney grumbled to himself. "That's just improbable!"

But you love her.

Sweeney groaned; his inner voice was winning over him again.

"Yes, but-"

So get it. Are you bloody dense? You know she'll love it.

"I know, but that's a big step for me, and not to mention all of the money!"

She's worth it, isn't she?

He sighed, defeat washing over him. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

Knock. Knock.

Sweeney didn't know who to expect this late in the afternoon; Eleanor was still at work, and he, well he had taken a personal day off. But usually, everyone else in the apartment complex was at work too...

He opened the door into the bright eyes of Bailey.

"You." Sweeney seethed, his eyes narrowing.

"Mm, yes Benjamin, me." She pushed past him, her eyes falling over the entire apartment. "So I see your little whore isn't here, is she?"

Sweeney shut the door, his eyes blazing. "What did you just call Eleanor?"

"Oh, her." Bailey rolled her eyes and turned to face him. "She doesn't matter, Benny. You and I were meant to be for eternity! Why do you think I'm here?"

"Lucy," Sweeney growled. "You're supposed to be dead. I threw your corpse into that oven myself. I don't need you anymore, and I will never need you again."

"You didn't seem to say that after you threw that whore into the oven." Bailey smiled, her bright teeth glowing.

"Times have changed, and so have I." Sweeney pointed to the door. "Now get out of here before I slit your throat a second time."

Bailey smiled again. "We'll see Mr. Barker. You know who you want, and I promise you, it will be me."

"My name is Sweeney Todd, stupid bitch." He pushed her towards the door and she merely continued to smile.

"Tobias is on my side you know. He doesn't remember either of you at all." Bailey opened the door. "Only those killed by your hands will recognize you."

She slammed the door shut and Sweeney swore loudly to himself. He knew it wasn't over, not until he killed Lucy once and for all. He wasn't going to let her get between Eleanor and himself again. He had already made that mistake once.

But that was the least of his problems at the moment.

He still had a Christmas gift to buy.

End Note: Christmas is LOVERLY right? And yes, I know in 'Passing Strange', there is a major part to Christmas, but my part has NOTHING to do with that, I swear to you. It is so much different and really quite funny... this 'SHOW' Eleanor's hair salon, is more of a, well, you'll see. It involves skimpy Santa costumes, bunny and elf ears, and LOTS of anger radiating from Sweeney. Just be prepared loviesssssss. Review please? It will make me want to update faster.:3 Pity reviews are peachy tooo.