A/N: Maybe one last chapter after this, guys! Huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited, followed, etc. I love you! :3
This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Gilly. Love you hun :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd.
Nathanial Turpin groaned as he opened his eyes, blinking them to get accustomed to the darkness he was in. He heard a similar, feminine groan next to him.
"Lucy?"
A grunt that sounded to be affirmative came from the figure next to him. He tried to reach out to her, only to discover that he couldn't move. He tugged his wrists, quickly finding that they were bound to the chair that he was sitting on. He even tried flailing his legs, only to find that they too were tied to the legs of the chair.
Shit.
"Luce, we have to get out of here.", he called to Lucy. She gave another noncommittal noise in the back of her throat and he began to desperately tug at his bindings.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Turpin.", came a raspy voice from behind him.
He twisted, trying to find the speaker, but failing due to the darkness surrounding them. A lamp suddenly flared to life, revealing two figures, one male and the other female.
"Todd. Pearce.", he spat through gritted teeth.
"We meet again, Turpin. To think I used to think you were so great when we were younger.", Sweeney sneered, his hand already gripping tightly to his razor.
"I never knew you when I was young.", Turpin replied struggling against his bonds again.
Sweeney let out a short, dry, bark of a laugh.
"Oh, but you did. Just by a different name. Does Benjamin Barker ring a bell?", he said, his voice deadly now.
Both sets of eyes widened comically, as they both realized that they were in deep shit.
Finally, Lucy spoke up.
"Wonderful, I get to die by the hands of the bitch.", she muttered, more to herself than anything.
Nellie's temper flared.
"If anyone here is a bitch, it's you. How could you? He loved you and you threw it all away to whore yourself out? What's wrong with you?", she practically shouted.
Lucy bristled.
"Do you have any idea, what it is to feel like you aren't enough? What it is to lie under your husband at night and listen to him whispering your name? Or in the beginning, when I would see the looks that Benjamin would give you? Oh yes, I knew he loved you from the very first time I saw you together. No, you don't know what it feels like.", she replied evenly.
Nellie clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, before replying.
"It doesn't make what you did right. He suffered for fifteen years in prison because you couldn't keep your legs closed."
She shook her head and moved away from the tied up woman. Sweeney moved forward, aiming the pistol at the dead center of Lucy's chest.
"I've nothing to say to you."
The shot echoed around the room, and Lucy Turpin slumped in her chair, unmoving.
Nathanial looked on in fear, scared to death for what was to come.
"But you- I have lots to say to you.", he snarled, whirling on Turpin violently, the silver razor glinting menacingly in the firelight.
"How dare you kidnap her? How dare you- torture her? I will fucking kill you, Turpin. And it will fucking hurt.", he said, his eyes blazing with hatred.
He moved around behind him, and Turpin cringed, now knowing that he couldn't know when death would come.
Sweeney motioned Nellie closer and she moved over to him. He placed the razor in her palm and she paled considerably.
"Sweeney- I can't- You know I can't…", she muttered, her hazel eyes finding his own in the lamplight.
His own stare softened considerably and he looked at her lovingly.
"You can.", he whispered.
He pressed her back against his chest, curling his left hand around hers. His right hand tipped her face up to his and she stared questioningly into those wonderful pools of deep brown. Slowly, his mouth neared her own, and she felt her eyes slide shut as his warm, thin lips caressed her full ones.
It felt like heaven.
So much, that she almost didn't notice when he guided her left hand down forcefully, plunging it into the chest of the man sitting before them.
The blood gushed over her fingers, making the silver slippery, but she held on fast, as Sweeney continued to drive it over and over into Turpin's flesh.
She vaguely recognized the sound of gurgling, before finally, Turpin ceased thrashing in his chair and slumped forward.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against her own, their eyes meeting in the middle. He was so close he could see the specks of gold that flecked her hazel eyes and feel her warm breath on his face.
"I love you.", he whispered, his breath coming in gasps, proving that their kiss had not only astounded her.
Her eyes welled slightly with tears and she smiled, kissing his lips briefly again.
"I love you too."
XXX
Body disposal was easy after that. They both heaved the two corpses into their coach, which had been abandoned by its coachman, proceeding to then trundle out onto one of the now deserted lanes that were frequented by robbers and nobles alike.
Nellie unhooked the horse from the coach and Sweeney briefly went in to gather whatever items of value the two Turpins had on them. He came back out with a wad of pounds, a sapphire necklace and earring set, two wedding bands and the Judge's thick gold signet ring. He smirked wickedly at her, shoving the items into his pockets before once more taking out his pistol. He took a few shots at the coach, making it look more battered and bruised.
Afterward, they both climbed onto the horse, and Sweeney kicked it into a gallop as they rode away from the 'crime scene'.
"Do you think they'll buy it?", he asked her when they reached back to the Estate.
"Lots of bad men use that road, love. It's completely possible that they could have been accosted and held up for money.", she replied.
He smirked again, pulling her against him.
"Happy Birthday, love.", she whispered, nearly falling limp as he devoured her lips, their tongues twisting into elegant knots in her mouth.
"Best Birthday I've ever had, pet.", he replied. "Best present, too."
She smirked, circling his neck with her arms, as his own held her waist.
"I beg to differ. I'm sure I can think of something that could rival your present.", she murmured seductively, flicking her tongue against his earlobe.
He shuddered, pulling her to him tightly, kissing up and down her neck.
"I'll take you up on that offer, pet.", he replied huskily, already pulling her towards his bedroom.
She grinned wickedly as he practically ran there, the door slamming shut with a solid click and turn of the lock.
XXX
The next morning, they were woken up by loud knocking on the front door. She grumbled and slipped out of her warm cocoon of blankets and limbs, pulling on a silken dressing gown and robe, sleepily making her way down the stairs.
She opened the door to find two constables standing on her doorstep.
"Ms. Nellie Pearce?", one of them asked.
She nodded, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.
"What can I do for you two gentlemen?"
"We were just wondering if you had any information on the death of the Judge Turpin and 'is wife."
That woke her up instantly.
"Death? What do you mean death?", she asked, acting her confused part perfectly.
"The judge and his wife were found dead in their coach on a road early this morning. All their belongings were stolen, including the horse. The judge was stabbed repeatedly and the wife shot.", one officer informed her grimly.
Nellie raised a hand to her mouth in shock.
"Well- that's just terrible!", she exclaimed.
"The judge and his wife attended a party last night here, in honour of my friend's birthday. But they both left perfectly alive and healthy! I'm truly sorry gentlemen, but I really have no clue who could have done this! I mean, the Turpins were ever so close to me, what with us growing up together and all…", she replied.
They tipped their hats.
"Well, thanks very much ma'am, best to watch out if you're heading back to London any time soon."
She watched them go before closing the door and heaving a sigh of relief.
"Nell?"
She looked up to see Sweeney standing on the stair, clad only in his undershorts.
"Who was at the door?", he asked, encircling her waist as she came over to him.
"Constables.", she mumbled into the skin of his shoulder, breathing in his scent like a woman hooked on Opium.
"They believe the story?", he asked.
She nodded her head, and he smiled.
"Good. Come back to bed, love.", he whispered in her ear, already scooping her up and carrying her back there.
She smiled and nuzzled his neck, an immense feeling of happiness threatening to crush her.
A/N: Did you like it? I hope you did! :3 R&R?
~Ele