A/n: I can't just leave it alone; I have to finish this story.
Nellie busied herself about in the kitchen, waiting for Jonathan to arrive for her little dinner. She brushed off and straightened out her dress as often as she felt her stomach turn with nerves. Her dress was elegantly clinging to her small body, the dark blue color shinning in the candle light. Her hair was curled perfectly, pinned away from her face.
A sharp knock at the door made her jump from the table. The shadow of a man poured through the doors windows and onto the floor. She hesitated before opening the door.
"Good evening Eleanor." Jonathan Smith said as he tipped his hat. He was a thin man, his eyes a watery blue. Under his hat was wispy blonde hair that had started to grey about the edges. She tilted herself to him and kissed his cheek. His pale face blushed as her chest brushed his. He was shy and quiet, just passionate under his easy façade.
"Good evening Jonathan. Come sit dinner is getting cold." Her sugarcoated voice was drifting in and out of softness as she seated him at the table. Up stairs she could hear Sweeney pacing, his heavy footsteps on the top of the stairs.
"This looks lovely."
"Well thank you." She forced a blush to her cheek as he watched him sit. Eat! Eat!" she said with a smile and leaned against the table. He ate and watched her out of the corner of his eye.
"You are very beautiful Eleanor, more beautiful than any one I've ever seen."
"Yes very beautiful." A spiteful voice mumbled from the door way. Sweeney stood, leaned against the door jam, his eyes blazing with anger and passion.
"Who might you be sir?" Jonathan said, setting his fork down on the table.
Sweeney said nothing. He crossed to Nellie and pressed her body tightly to his, dragging her lips to his mouth. She squeaked slightly as he kissed her deeply. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her even closer.
"Excuse me sir!" Jonathan said jumping from his seat. Sweeney looked up and gazed at the man from over Nellie's shoulder. Sweeney backed her up against the edge of the table, bending her back onto it. Jonathan watched in horror as Sweeney lifted the hem of her dress. Nellie arched her back and moaned loudly as he pulled her knickers away.
"Eleanor!" Jonathan screamed, to stunned to move.
Sweeney quickly pulled open his trousers and thrust hard in to her waiting body. The mild mannered man stumbled back in to the chair, his eyes glued to the woman he loved wantonly arching in to his man's touch. Nellie turned her head and watched Jonathan try to pull his eyes away from the pair. Her eyes locked with his as a wicked feeling coursed through her body. He mouth parted as her inner walls tightened around Sweeney. Her body arching higher off the table.
"Eleanor." Jonathan whimpered as he watched.
Her breathing came more ragged more desperate. She thrust against Sweeney, her hands gripping his arms. Sweeney through his head back, thrusting harder. Nellie felt a wave of pleasure crash over her. Her body arched her eyes to the poor man as she climaxed hard.
"Oh Sweeney!" She finally closed her eyes as she felt him shuddered with pleasure.
Sweeney pulled away and redid his pants. He stared at Jonathan.
"You've been staring at my property." Sweeney snapped. Nellie sat up quickly pulling herself back together. Sweeney approached the man slowly, his finger fiddling with his holster. Nellie watched him as he stepped closer to the poor man.
"Sir I hardly think that."
"Think what Sir?" Sweeney spat, his voice heavy with anger. He pulled his razor from its resting place and flipped it open.
"Mr. Todd No!" Nellie screamed, pulling at his arm. He pushed her way, tossing her aside.
"You should know better than to touch other people's things."
"Sir she doesn't belong to any one." Jonathan fumbled to get out of the chair, his feet unable to find ground.
"She belongs to me!" Sweeney yelled, his hand bring his skilled razor over the man's neck.
"Sweeney no!" Nellie screamed, falling to the floor. Jonathan crumpled to the floor in a pool of his own blood. The man sputtered and went limp on the wooden floor.
"You promised! You lied!" She tugged on Sweeney's arm. His hand came down and smacked her across the face.
"We all lie dear."
"But you love me, you promised you would kill him, wouldn't hurt you. You broke your promise, does love mean nothing?" She stammered as she starred to cry in to her hands.
"Love? That is what you think it really is? You are mine. You bake the pies, you dismember my victims, you feed me, you do my wash, and you please me when I feel the need. But my love I do not love you. I just couldn't have him taking you away from me, from your duty." Sweeney barked his face calm and his eyes empty. Nellie sobbed on the floor, her heart shattering in her chest. "Get rid of him before the night is out, don't want the meat for tomorrows pies to spoil do you?"
A/n: Tell me what you all think. I might go back and rewrite it, I don't know if I am 100 happy with it. Enjoy any way! Oh and please just as a reminder to every one, I fell like reviews should either be constructive, insightful, or a pat on the back so to speak. I am very against rude reviews that have no point other than to tell some one they hated the story. Please keep that in mind. Enjoy