I had a life like that once…Sweeney thought to himself, while watching one family with envy, as their two children ran a head of them laughing. The parents had proud look on their face, as their hands intertwined in a loving hold.
Mrs. Lovett noticed Mr. Todd's glum expression. Reminiscing no doubt…poor love.
Sweeney could feel Mrs. Lovett's gaze upon him, and he eventually looked down at her with a plain, but not unkind expression on his face.
"Something on your mind love?" She asked him, a worried tone in her voice. Bless her caring heart. She's the only one I can really talk to. Sweeney thought to himself.
"Yes." He replied. "I was noticing how happy that family looked that passed by us a moment ago." Mrs. Lovett nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I noticed them too. Looked pretty appy' didn't they?"
Sweeney nodded his head sadly.
"Oh Mr. T, no need to look so dull." Mrs. Lovett suddenly piped up, trying to change the mood. "You and I could ave' a life like them appy' families too one day ya know."
Sweeney looked down at Mrs. Lovett with surprise. Where did that come from? He thought to himself.
Mrs. Lovett blushed when she realized how forward and unexpected that sounded. I didn't mean for that to slip out. Unfortunately, Mrs. Lovett didn't realize that she had voiced Sweeney's exact thoughts upon saying those words.
"Beggin' your pardon love. Wos' not me' place to say. That sort of slipped out." She apologized, hoping she hadn't offended the man she so desperately wanted to love.
Much to Mrs. Lovett's surprise, Sweeney's eyes softened, and his mouth curved into a small smile. This wasn't one of his evil smiles, or a forced one he would give to Mrs. Lovett whenever he tried to act polite or as if he cared about whatever she was saying, no. This was a natural, actual lovely smile that held happiness in hope in it.
Mrs. Lovett was dumbfounded. This vengeful barber, this once happy Benjamin Barker, her Mr. T was actual smiling? If that's not a miracle right there, than I don't know what is. She thought incredulously.
Mr. Todd's small smile never faltered, as he replied to her earlier outburst, "No harm done my pet. I know you're only thinking of my best interest at heart. Not many people would care like that the way you do anymore."
Mrs. Lovett blushed even more at this most unexpected, very kind comment. "Ah, well Mr. T, you know I'm always ere' for you whenever you need me." She rejoined timidly. Why can't I shut up?! Mr. T doesn't care for sweet talk or encouragement! She knew she was pushing it, but she couldn't help herself. Mrs. Lovett wanted Mr. Todd to know she'd always be there for him, and well, she did.
Sweeney stopped walking, and looked deeply into Mrs. Lovett's large brown eyes.
Ah, those eyes captivated him…pierced through the very heart he believed he no longer had…burned through the very soul that was surely claimed by hate and anger.
How can one caring person's words do that much to me? How can her beautiful eyes make me forget all that hate within a second, that's been stored up in my heart from the last fifteen years of hell on earth? Yes, it was a mystery to Sweeney. One he wanted to understand.
Mrs. Lovett meanwhile, was frozen in time by Mr. T's reaction. She couldn't pry her eyes away from his; no matter how shy or intimidated she felt. It just couldn't be done.
"Ah, Mrs. Lovett…" Sweeney began while gently caressing her pale cheek. "You're a bloody wonder…"
Before Mrs. Lovett could make any kind of a reply, Sweeney's lips met with hers in an instant.
Mrs. Lovett staggered in alarm at Mr. Todd's actions! However, it didn't take long for the effect of his cold lips upon her warm ones, to make her melt like butter within his arms.
Luckily, Sweeney's arm was around her waist. For she was sure that she would have completely lost her balance and crumbled limply to the ground in shock, had he not been there to support her.
The crowds of people continued to walk by. Some ignored this rare loving scene, while others where gaping with fascination at the sight of a barber and baker in each other's arms.
Sweeney's lips were warm now. Warm and cold mixed together could produce great results.
"Oh, Mr. T…" Mrs. Lovett whispered as warm tears trickled down her pallid cheeks.
They were tears of happiness of course. She was not used to feeling this kind of affection from anyone in her life…not even her old husband Albert.
Sweeney finally let up his deep kiss, upon feeling the tears from Mrs. Lovett's face mesh with his lips.
"What's wrong my dear?" he asked solemnly, but with warmth in his voice.
Mrs. Lovett shook her head, unable to talk from the choking sensation in her throat.
"Have I…have I frightened you?" He asked, hoping she would say no.
Mrs. Lovett shook her head again. "No…no Mr. T." She finally spoke, her voice choked with happiness. "I just…I never thought you would bless me with such a rare gift."
"What gift dear?" Sweeney asked, relieved he hadn't scared her.
"Love…" She answered, while smiling at him through her tears.
Sweeney proceeded to wrap his other arm around her waist. "Well, to be honest love, I thought I wasn't ready to feel anything like that towards any woman ever again." He said while tugging at her luscious red curls. "But somehow, you've convinced me."
"To do wot Mr. T?" She asked, wiping her tears away.
"To start over." Sweeney finished while softly embracing the charming woman he had come to adore.
Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes…taking in the feeling of warmth from Mr. Todd's embrace.
It was over too soon though, for Sweeney pulled away and continued to walk casually with her arm linked in his. Acting as if nothin' ever appened'. Mrs. Lovett thought to herself, confused at what to think.
"I should warn you though, Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney began, his voice once again sounding indifferent and cold, "I still have a lot of anger and hate built up inside of me. It will take a lot to get rid of that, and right now, I am convinced that only my plans to shave a certain Judge Turpin is the only way for me to feel better again."
Mrs. Lovett sighed sadly. She wasn't sure what to think now. Do you love me or not Mr. T? Can't you just make up your bloomin' mind?
As if he had read her thoughts, Sweeney continued to say, "That won't put a stop to my feelings for you, Mrs. Lovett. But you will have to be patient with me and with time. Can you do that?" He asked, returning his gaze upon her face.
Mrs. Lovett nodded while smiling wearily. "I can do that love. After all, love wouldn't be love if it just gave up when things started to go wrong."
Sweeney's eyes widened in wonder at that statement. "No, it wouldn't."
The couple continued to look for a good place to bury the Italian's body from the earlier murder that day.
There's one thing that I would love to change in Mr. T's mind. Murder will only get him into a lot of trouble, but nevertheless, I can't tell him what to do. I can only try to help him feel better about himself. One step at a time…just one step at a time… Mrs. Lovett told herself patiently.
She knew that no matter what this man did, she would love him through the thick and thin…even if he were to ever stop loving her.
Eventually, Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett found an old abandoned butcher's shop that would serve nicely for a body needing to be hidden.
"Looks like no one will care what becomes of this old place Mrs. Lovett. How ironic that it will serve as a new burial grounds."
Mrs. Lovett stood at the entrance of the old shop as Sweeney observed the place. She shivered at his words. New burial grounds? Surely Mr. Todd isn't talkkin' about future murders that will take place.
She hoped she was wrong at that thought.
"That's all very well Mr. T. But where will we bury the Italian? We can't jus' put him in ere' and let it sit 'round the shop like some piece of meat waitin' to be grinded and sold to the public of London. Course that'll never happen cuz this shop's empty. Wot' am I thinkin'?!" Mrs. Lovett rambled on while slapping her forehead in frustration.
"My point is, it will spoil eventually, and people will notice soon enough."
Suddenly, Sweeney's eyes widened with mischievous excitement!
He then whirled around and ran up to Mrs. Lovett with a crazy grin on his face.
"Mrs. Lovett, what a wonderful idea!" He exclaimed while tightly grasping her arms.
Mrs. Lovett was too flabbergasted to speak. "Wot' did I say Mr. T? Wot' are you talkin' about?" She asked, confusion clearly spread across her face.
Mr. Todd didn't seem to notice or care that she didn't understand his meaning. He was too busy being pleased with himself and her.
Immediately, Mrs. Lovett was swept into a tuneless waltz with Mr. Todd, as he spun her around the room while saying, "Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder eminently practical and yet appropriate as always! Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years, I'll never know!"
Mrs. Lovett couldn't fathom what in the world she had said that sounded so genius to Mr. Todd!
"Mr. T! Wot' in eaven's name are you going on about?!" She demanded as he continued to waltz with her in a mad excitement.
"I'll tell you soon enough my pet! " Sweeney seemed to roar with dramatic enthusiasm. "I'll tell you when we get back to your beloved old pie shop!"
With those words, Sweeney ran out the door, dragging Mrs. Lovett behind him at a speedy pace.
"Mr. T, slow down I can't keep up!" Mrs. Lovett protested while breathing heavily, trying to keep up with the almost running Mr. Todd.
Mr. Todd didn't seem to hear her. His grip only tightened on her hand as he continued to look for Mrs. Lovett's pie shop. "How delectable! Also undetectable!" He laughed out loud as he passed the people of London.
The citizens of London looked on at the odd behavior Mr. Todd was displaying, while dragging the poor woman behind him in a confused state.
"What a strange man…" The people whispered to each other as he stormed passed them.
"Wot's delectable Mr. T? Wot in the world are you talkin about?!" Mrs. Lovett pleaded, trying to catch her breath.
"How choice! How rare!" Mr. Todd ranted on, ignoring Mrs. Lovett.
"Wot about that abandoned butcher's hop Mr. T? We still haven't discussed wot' we're gonna do with that dead Ital-"
"Hush!" Mr. Todd suddenly hissed while whirling around and slapping his hand over Mrs. Lovett's mouth.
Then in a dangerous whisper, he said, "Keep your voice down Mrs. Lovett. We can't have other people overhearing our plans and getting suspicious! You really need to learn to control that mouth of yours!"
As if to scare her into silence, Sweeney slowly pushed aside the side of his coat to reveal the shinning razors on his belt.
Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened in fear at the sight of his "friends."
Sweeney then shut his coat and let go of Mrs. Lovett's mouth. "Can you keep your mouth shut until we at least reach your shop?" He asked, more forcefully than he intended to.
Mrs. Lovett huffed indignantly before retorting, "Only I you'll slow down long enough for me to catch me' much needed breath, and walk at a normal pace!"
Sweeney's eyes darkened at Mrs. Lovett's reply. She'd never snapped at him before. At least, she never had dared to.
He finally nodded his head gravely, before re-linking her his and Mrs. Lovett's arms and continuing on their way.
When the pie shop was finally within the couple's view, Sweeney's face lit up again, as it had when they were in the abandoned butcher's shop.
They both stopped a couple of feet from the entranceway, and Mrs. Lovett turned to look at Sweeney in the eye. "Now then…" She began, her tone soft once again. "Wot' is this brilliant idea wot's got you knickers in a twist?"
Sweeney chuckled at Mrs. Lovett's words, before bending to whisper something in her ear.
(Now, from my point of view in the dream, I knew what Sweeney Todd was telling Mrs. Lovett. But I couldn't hear him. Oh boy, I didn't need to from Mrs. Lovett's reaction either.)
Within a few seconds, Mrs. Lovett's face contorted from a focused expression, to one of horror and alarm.
"You're barkin' mad Mr. T!" She practically screamed while slowly backing away from his eerie stare. "You're barkin mad! You're crazy!" She continued to exclaim, before running into the pie shop and slamming the door loudly.
(Now, by this point in my dream, Sweeney was a bit fascinated by her reaction. But also, he knew that if Mrs. Lovett didn't agree with his idea, there could possibly be trouble. Therefore, I suddenly saw a flash of lightning, and his shadow blinked on the ground a few times. It was pretty creepy, because it was like I all of a sudden got a scary feeling from watching the look on Sweeney Todd's face. I honestly can't describe the look to you. It was a very dark look, and there was a twisted smile in there somewhere too, but it was weird. It was also slightly sexy, considering Johnny Depp was the Sweeney I saw in my dream. LOL… Anyways, back to the dream…)
Sweeney Todd stood there for a moment, continuously watching the door that Mrs. Lovett had run frantically through.
His eyes seemed to darken in a cold, threatening way. And his smile was positioned in a way that would produce hair-raising all over anyone's body if they saw it.
(I did, and it was freeeaaky!)
Sweeney then began to slowly walk towards Mrs. Lovett's pie shop.
He walked inside, and smiled sardonically at the empty room.
"Oh Mrs. Lovett, where are you love?" He sang out eerily.
"I know you're here. Where are you hiding love?" He called out, looking around the kitchen.
He heard a soft shuffling from somewhere up the stairs.
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around…" He continued to sing, while taking a step on the bottom stair…
Author's Note: Dun dun dun…oooh…scary, what's going to happen next! LOL! Okay, so I know that "Not While I'm Around" doesn't come on till later on in the movie/story when Toby is hiding and stuff, but it happened in my dream, and even if it hadn't, it seemed to follow situation nicely. The next chapter may be a little shorter, and that's because we're coming to the end of my dream. However, if any of you like the story well enough, and want me to continue, then please give me some more great ideas and I will make it longer. Hope you are all enjoying so far. Please review, I need more viewers! Au revoir!