Haunted Dreams

Chapter 2

Nellie Lovett woke up. She didn't even ask herself if it was a dream, she knew it wasn't. She realized that she was in her bed. Wait what, so Sweeney Todd didn't kill her? Why wouldn't he? Nellie tried to sit up but the ache in her chest wouldn't let her. She looked toward her window, daylight was pouring through her curtains and yet her room felt dark. Toby was the only thing going through her head. Toby. No, my sweet boy. My son. He tried to save me. Toby. I hate Sweeney Todd. Sweeney Todd, I love him. Where is he? No, I hate him. Hate him. He killed my son. I hate him. I will never forgive him. But I love him so much. I can't live without him. No, hate him, never forgive him. Toby... Sweeney spared my life.

As if on cue, Sweeney Todd, opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. He stared at her while she lied in bed. He expected to see her crying but she wasn't she just laid there staring at nothing. He knew she would be like this after he killed her son right in front of her, but isn't that what she deserves, I mean he lost his wife, and now she knows how he feels. But now was not the time for more moping. The law was already searching for the judge. They needed to get out of London, now.

"Nellie get up we need to leave."

Why, what's the point anymore? Nellie thought. Her life, that's the point. Her life with Sweeney, by the sea. Them together, forever, she could make a new Toby. Even with the little hope left in her dreams she still couldn't move. Her body ached to badly, she felt paralyzed.

"Nellie come on get up, we have to go. The law is already out there sniffing about." He walked up to her and sat down next to her on the bed and started to shake her out of her little faze.

"I can't... It... It hurts... too much." He grabbed her arms and lifted her up to a sitting position. Nellie winced from the pain in her chest, but managed to sit up.

"Nellie look, I'm sorry I hurt you and ... Well... but we need to leave, we can't stay here anymore..."

"Why?'' Nellie screamed at him. The filthy bastard couldn't even admit that he killed her son, though then again could she even admit that Lucy is... well...

"Why what?" He said helping her stand up.

"Why do we have to leave?"

He looked at her like she lost her mind.

"I told you why, because the law-"

"Where are we going to go?" She said interrupting him.

"I don't know, out of London, it doesn't matter where we go, let's just get out of this bloody city."

"But why, what's the point?"

"Oh, would you prefer to stay here and be hanged."

"No, but-"

"But what Nellie, wasn't it your stupid fantasy for us to get out of this hell hole together." Now she was speechless. She hung her head low. "Now come on before the law-" Just then someone was knocking on the door. They nervously looked at each other.

Let's move it."

They scurried around the house. Sweeney was so glad that he brought down some of his belongings early that morning. He had brought down a bag; he stuffed his razors in it, his picture of Lucy and a few personal things, some food and water, a bottle of gin, and a few of his shirts. He grabbed a blanket, Nellie stuffed in a few dresses and some of her personal items, like her book, and a necklace. Sweeney swung the bag over his shoulder. Just then at the door they heard voices.

"Mr. Todd, Mrs. Lovett, it's the police, open up."

"Damnit, they block the door, there's no way out!" Sweeney said.

"No there is we can escape through the sewers." Nellie replied.

And so their adventure began. But this isn't the story of their escape; this is the story of after their escape.

Half a year past and they finally saw a town on the horizon after being on the run. They reached a small town on the English Channel. The residents were not suspicious and just regarded the two as refugees, and welcomed them. Sweeney and Nellie finally settled down into a small cottage and while on their journey they decided to get married. It was something Sweeney had planned, before they started running, the night before their escape on Fleet Street, Sweeney went out and stole a wedding ring for Nellie. He kept Benjamin Barker's wedding band for himself and gave the stolen one to Nellie while they were out in the middle of nowhere. She accepted, and actually made Sweeney cooperate with putting on a wedding:

"No Nellie" Sweeney said while they were walking through a meadow.

"Oh Mr. T come on, I want to marry you... you know... properly. And since we don't have the money and there is no priest around, we can just do it ourselves."

"Nellie you should be thankful I'm letting you marry me at all."

"Please." She said batting her eyelashes at him.

"Nellie. I swear."

"Oh come on Sweeney," Nellie strut in front of him turning all giddy. She picked up his hands and held them in her own. "Please, Sweeney" Sweeney Todd just made a grunt sound and pulled his hands away. "Please, darling...my darling husband" she added with a flirtatious wink. She was really pushing it, Sweeney thought. "Sweeney... Oh come on just say it."

"Say what?"

"Oh you know, you've been to a wedding, you know how it works... Please."

"Okay okay... if it'll make you shut up." Nellie kissed his cheek, and then they stopped walking for a second, and turned to face each other. Well he did go to the trouble of stealing a ring. Which at that moment he pulled out of his pocket and place on Nellie's finger.

"When did you-?"

"Never mind that now, let's just get this over with."

"Okay, will you do the honors of starting or should I-"

"No no it's fine I'll start." He said hurryingly.

"Well go on, don't be shy." Nellie said grabbing his hands once again.

Sweeney gave a huge sigh and said "Nellie Lovett do you take me to be your wedded husband?"

"I do!" Nellie replied grinning. "And do you Sweeney Todd take me to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness, or in health, til death do-"

"Sure" he interrupted.

"No! Say it right!"

"Ugh... you have got to be kidding me."

"Sweeney!"

"Alright ... I do." He mumbled.

"Thank you, now finish it up."

"I now pronounce us husband and wife... great were down, let's keep moving."

Nellie cleared her throat. "You may kiss the bride."

"I am not going to kiss you."

"You have to, it's our wedding."

"No I don't this is not an actual wedding."

"Well it's all we have, now kiss me!" With another great sigh, Sweeney leaned in and brushed his lips against Nellie's.

"There happy, Nellie."

"I am... husband." He gave yet another sigh I might regret this. Sweeney thought. Nellie, on the other hand was still grinning, she couldn't help herself. She was married to the man she loved, they were off to spend their lives together, and they just shared their first kiss, she could not stop smiling.

She looked down at her new ring. "Where did you get this again?"

"Stole it from the jewelers."

Nellie looked at him dumbfounded. "Oh, alright no harm done in adding theivery to the list." She stated sarcastically.

"Well if you don't like it-"

"No, no I do like it. I'm just saying." She looked at her hand, then grabbed Sweeney's to compare. "They don't look the same."

"I know, as soon as I get my barber shop back I'll use the money to get you a more official one."

"How kind of you." She said smiling. She continued to hold Sweeney's hand as they walked. Sweeney grunted at the gesture.

"Would you be so kind as to let go of my hand, Nellie?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"No I will not, you have to get use to displays of affection Sweeney, if we are to convince people that we are married."

"Yes, but no one is around. So if you'll please." He pulled his hand from her grip.

Nellie gave a furious sigh. "What are we going to do with our lives Sweeney, hmm? Are we going to just ignore each other, or what?"

"Oh and you expect us to live happily ever after with a bunch of children running around. Is that it?"

"Well that does sound rather nice."

Sweeney considered that thought for a bit. Then he shook his head. "Anything you say pet, anything you say." And Nellie grabbed his hand once again and they walked towards their new home.