Chapter 7

Thank for the reviews. I wasn't too much of a fan of that last chapter personally, but glad to know that some thought it was decent lol. I'm really excited now, though, because I've finally got all the background\buildup parts of the story over with and now I can focus on the drama and storyline (not to mention smutty sweenett scenes)…XD. Although this scene isn't so nice. :'(

That evening was near unbearable for Sweeney. The hours seemed to drag on and on until it was finally time to flip his sign so that it read "closed". With an angrily tired sigh he sank down on his barber's chair, closing his eyes as adrenaline from tonight's throat-slittings pulsed through his veins. Tonight though, revenge was not the only thing on his mind. She was downstairs. Probably cleaning up shop with Toby. He felt his manhood tingle slightly at the thought of her. Shit, he thought, trying to chase the images of her gasping and writhing underneath him out of his head. They hadn't gone away all night.

His eyes snapped open, moving to the area on the floor where he knew the smashed remains of his beloved picture of Lucy were. He hadn't bothered to clean them up. He lifted himself out of the chair, slowly walking over to where it lay on the ground. He bent down, lightly taking the pieces between his fingers, brushing them off the faces of his lost family. His tender thoughts were suddenly pierced with blinding rage. No matter how hard he tried, he could never fully kill Benjamin and the memories that came along with the past life. He could never escape the fact that even Sweeney Todd could feel. Mrs. Lovett, that abhorrent woman, had brought that reality crashing down on his each time she came into his view. There was no breaking away from this. He stood up, swinging his foot hard into the metal side of the barber chair.

He needed some way to get rid of these thoughts, these feelings that Sweeney Todd was not supposed to feel. He knew what he needed right now.

Hastily making his way to the cupboard, he swung it open, fumbling around inside for the treasure he knew lay inside. There it is, he thought with a smirk as his hand brushed the smooth bottle. Hard gin. He hadn't had use for this since he was in prison. He needed it tonight, to numb the pain the remains of his shattered past life gave him, and also to numb the pain of the present. The pain she brought on to him. The reminder that deep down, he was still Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney brought the bottle to his lips, wincing as the strong liquid burned its way down his throat, settling in the pit of his stomach with a delightfully warm feeling. He quickly drank the rest of the bottle, feeling the hazy light-headedness that promised to follow. His vision spinning, he reached clumsily for the second bottle, swallowing it quickly. He shakily brought himself to his feet, the blissful forgetfulness that the gin granted him radiating through his body. What the hell am I up here for…he thought, his muddled head slowly trying to process his surroundings. A wonderful notion came into his mind. More gin downstairs…

He half-limped over to the door, heavily leaning against it as he swung it open. Somehow he got himself down the stairs, bursting through the door to find himself in the empty kitchen. Not knowing exactly where to find the gin, he began to tear through the cupboards, dropping cups and dishes on the floor as he eagerly went on with his drunken pursuit.

Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened as she heard the crashing sound of broken dishes coming from the kitchen. Toby had gone to bed around half an hour ago, and there was no other person she thought could be in there. She ran in from the living room, horrified at what she saw.

"Mr. T!" she shouted. "Wot the bloody 'ell are ya doin?"

Sweeney's eyes snapped over to the doorframe where he had heard the voice. His blurred vision coming into focus on the person who stood there. A woman…dark looking woman at that. "Mrs. Lovett…" he murmured, his voice thick with gin.

He's drunk…she thought to herself, a slight fear piercing through her heart. She had never seen him like this before.

"Ahhh," Sweeney sighed, stumbling over to where she stood in the doorway. Grabbing her tightly by the waist, he roughly pressed his lips to hers, trying to force his tongue into her mouth, his hand jabbing its way between her legs. She pushed him off hard, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Yer bloody man!" she exclaimed angrily, her eyes flashing into his. Sweeney clumsily walked back over to her.

"Come 'ere…" he slurred, pulling at the fabric of her dress. "Get on the floor…" he added, still wrestling with her hems while she struggled against him.

"Get bloody off me!" she shouted, shoving him by the chest. Sweeney regained his already feeble balance, staring at her. His liquor-clouded eyes taking on a blazing rage, a blast of fury beginning to vibrate through his body. Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened in fear, swallowing it back she looked into his eyes again. "Now quiet down, Toby's in the next room!" she exclaimed, motioning towards the doorway.

Sweeney's eyes snapped back to stare her down angrily. "Shut the bloody fuck up!" he yelled, winding his arm back to bring it down hard on her cheek. Mrs. Lovett stumbled from the force of the blow. She looked back at him, his dark form heaving with rage. Her eyes moved to the razor she knew he held in his pocket. He tried to kill you before, he could do it this time. You know he could. He moved in for her again, and she ducked narrowly dodging his fist. His eyes flashed. He moved back again, this time pounding her hard on her shoulder, sending her falling for the floor. Tears stinging in her eyes, she tried to ignore the pain that was shooting through her body. He doesn't mean it, she told herself over and over as he shouted things at her. Deep down he needs you. She willed herself to believe it, cowering on the floor until –she guessed- he finally got tired and stumbled his way back upstairs. She heard the door slam shut, his steps she could hear through the ceiling.

Sweeney collapsed into his chair, his head throbbing from the drink. It was such a blur what had just happened, so much he couldn't remember half of it. He could remember the rage, and then nothing. Gin, the drink that got him by for so long in that damned Australian prison. It had gotten him by tonight as well -made him forget for at least a short while.

Mrs. Lovett pulled herself up off the floor and limped towards her room, trying to hold back the tears until she got inside. She nearly fell through the door, collapsing on her bed in a fit of sobs, still dressed. This is the man you love, Nellie? To think she actually allowed herself to believe that they could ever be more. Her heart felt like it had been crushed. He had actually hit her. She was now choking with sobs, her eyes stinging and swollen with tears. When at last her sobs faded slightly, she felt herself growing more tired by the second. She willed herself to fall asleep, forget about the pain she felt physically and emotionally by what had just happened, to somehow find peace in the dreams that would be gone by morning. Then it would be back, and she would have to believe the lies she told herself again. Still crying silently, she drifted off to sleep.

That was really hard to write. I hate hurting Mrs. Lovett like that, but don't worry it will get better. Promise!! ok? Hope you guys thought it was alright. I might be able to get another chapter written tonight, and put up tomorrow so keep watching! 3