Splintered Dreams Chapter 5
by: Sweeneytodgirl58
Thanx soo much for the reviews. Here is chapter 5. (I do not own anything. Because if I did, I would of made sure that every scene in the movie contained Johnny Depp.)
At the break of dawn, Sweeney awoke. The torment of his execrable illusions dissapearing as he opened his piercing, dark eyes. Mr. Todd didn't usually wake up so early in the morning, nor did he enjoy it. If it wasn't for his injured female householder, he doubted he would have aroused so early. Sweeney pushed the bedsheets off of his person and proceeded to put on his attire. After he was fully dressed, he headed downstairs toward the pie shop. Once at the door, he advanced at unbolting the aperture. Careful as to not reverberate the small, metal siren. He sealed the door quietly, then paced toward the kitchen. Sweeney then entered the cook's room and started preparing a delectable brunch that consisted on glass of milk, a buscuit with strawberry jam and a bowl of warm oatmeal. Atleast he had acquired one good thing from the hellish fifteen years he had spent in Australia. He placed the ration on a tray, then headed to Eleanor's bedroom. He unfastened the door, and closed it with a quiet thud. The room was silent enough, that he could hear Mrs. Lovett's breathing. His onyx eyes darted at the woman laying in bed. Mr. Todd stared in awe as he watched her chest rise and fall; her expression that of serenity. Mr. Todd almost hated the thought that he was going to wake her. The one time that she could lay in peace, without a care in the world, and he was to ruin it. Sweeney shook his head, but made his way to Eleanor's side anyway. Mr. Todd set the tray down on her nightstand, and turned to the sleeping figure. He shook her shoulder gently, dreading the thought that her calm composure was going to end. Mrs. Lovett bustled slightly, but did not wake. He jerked her lightly once more, and was rewarded with two chocolate eyes staring up at him.
A look of confusion made its way onto her pale features. Clearly befuddled with his prescence. Mr. Todd gestured toward the tray that lay on the nightstand, and murmured, "I brought you breakfast."
Mrs. Lovett gave him a sleepy smile. "Thanks, love.", she replied wearily, as she tried to sit upright.
Mr. Todd grasped her gently, helping her with her dilema. He re-arranged some of the cushions, then placed the tray on Mrs. Lovett's lap. She smiled at him, then eyed the tray with mild interest. After inspecting the food, Mrs. Lovett decided on the humble buscuit. She lifted the piece of bread to her mouth and began nibbling on it. Eleanor swallowed the small amount of food, then gazed up at her companion. "Thank ya', Mr. T.", she said once again, her tone of voice sounding much more awake. She still wasn't used to the whole idea of being fed in bed. Especially, having her lessee to do it. Mr. Todd nodded, then observed her leg. "How does it feel.", he asked, his usual nonchalant voice sounding concerned.
Eleanor smiled. "It actually feels better. Still 'urts a little though.", she said, trying her hardest not to grimace. She didn't want to worry him. Telling him that the pain was unbearable was going to cause him anguish. Besides, the pain was only excruciating when she focussed on it. Just as Eleanor was sipping her glass of milk, her bedroom door opened hastily, revealing a very flighty Toby. He was carrying a small package in his arms. He passed Mr. Todd, and sat next to Eleanor.
"Mornin', mum! I bought ya' something!", the child exclaimed enthusiastically. Mrs. Lovett beamed at him. It amazed her how much she was in Toby's mind. She wondered if there was a time where her Toby wasn't thinking about her. Much to Sweeney's dismay, Eleanor placed to silver tray on her nightstand, then turned her attention back to her son. Seeing Eleanor was not going to touch her food anymore, Mr. Todd glared at Toby. Sending daggers with his obsidian, menacing eyes. Unfortunetely for him, the minor was too animated to pay him any attention. Toby grinned at his mum. He knew she was going to like his present. The child had spent quite a penny on the gift, but it was all worth it. His mum deserved it.
"Can ya guess wot' it is?", he asked in a giddy tone of voice. Mrs. Lovett shook her head. "I haven't the slightest clue". (From the look of him, Eleanor half expected her adopted son to jump up and down on the matress.) The youngster couldn't stand it any longer, so he practically shoved the small, black box to his mum. "Open it!", he ordered in complete urgency. Eleanor Lovett smirked and started to remove the lid off of the box gradually, and slowly. Not being able to resist her teasing.
"MUM!", Toby shouted, annoyed by his mum's sluggish pace.
"Alright. Alright. Geez, don't 'ave to be so irked up bout' it.", Mrs. Lovett replied, this time removing the lid with a constant speed. Once the box was opened, Eleanor gasped as she eyed the contents that the rectangular container held. The throbbing pain in her right leg seemed to abrubtly dissappear in those few seconds that she gazed at the gift. For inside the small, black box laid a beautiful, white notebook. The floral cover gleamed at Mrs. Lovett. Eleanor gently picked up the book, as if any wrong movement would demolish the pale journal, and flipped through the pages. All the pages were a pasty white; each and every one of them resemblimg a white pearl.
"Toby, where did ya' get this?", Eleanor managed to say. Her dark, brown eyes glued to the alluring notebook.
Toby smiled smugly, and said, "I wos' saving me tips, mum. I thought on 'ow bored ya' were goin' to be stuck in this room, so I bought ya' that. The lass at the market said it wos' a good problem-solver for boredom. And thas' not all." Toby took out another, smaller box from his pocket and handed it to her. Eleanor took the package and uncovered it. Inside, there lay a quill pen. A fine, milky, feather placed at the top of the elegant pen. A petite bottle of ink could also be seen. Eleanor was lost at words. Tears sprang from her eyes at the sight of the admirable gifts.
"Do ya' like it?", Toby asked. He had the feeling she did, but couldn't resist on asking the tempting question. Mrs. Lovett placed both gifts on her lap and gave her Toby a bear hug. "I love it, dear.", she whispered lovingly into his ear. How could she not love such lovely gifts? Just the thought of how much Toby had spent on the notebook for her, sent Mrs. Lovett to tears. She loved him, and he loved her. Sweeny Todd, on the other hand scoffed at the sight he was witnessing. Why was Eleanor making such a big deal out of a notebook? He could not comprehend why a journal brought tears to her eyes. Last time he had checked, he was the one who was carrying her place to place. She didn't express this kind of affection when he made breakfast for her, or adjusted her pillows for her. Mr. Todd crossed his arms across his chest and scowled at the window. Glowering at each and every person that he saw walk by.
A grumbling noise then caused Mrs. Lovett to pull away from the embrace. She eyed Toby accusingly.
"When wos' the last time ya' ate?", she questioned. The child smiled sheepishly at her and said, "Yesterday." Eleanor clicked her toungue in disaproval. "A growing boy needs to eat", she said as she handed him her bowl of porridge.
"'Ere ya go, dove. I wasn't plannin' on eating it anyway.", she finished. Toby took the porridge gratefully and began to inhale the warm cereal. gritted his teeth. The breakfast was made particularly for Eleanor, not for the unruly brat. He shook the bizarre feeling that he felt all of a sudden, and continued to glare outside. It was then that Mrs. Lovett eyed Mr. Todd curiously. She was puzzled by his posture, but quickly dismissed it. Besides, It wasn't new for him to change attitudes all of a sudden.
After what seemed like hours, both Mr. Todd and Toby left Eleanor alone. Both agreeing that Mrs. Lovett needed time to rest. She managed to get 2-3 hours of sleep, but after that her eyes wouldn't shut. She gandered at the outsiders for awhile, but it wasn't enough to end her boredom. She huffed as she watched crowds of people having a jolly time. (She found it unfair that she was stuck in a bedroom, crippled, while they were able to wonder wherever they wished to.)She didn't want to source her journal till later at night, so she could write about her day. But she briefly wondered what on Earth she was going to writedown, when there was absolutely nothing to write about. Instead, Eleanor grabbed a book that Mr. Todd had left on her nightstand, and riffled through the pages. He had let her borrow it, seeing as to she had already read all of hers. Surprisingly, the story was very entertaining. Eleanor decided that she had read enough and placed her book down. She glanced outside her window and realized that it was dark. Sweeney then entered, holding a tray much like this morning. He quietly made his way toward her and placed the tray on her lap.
"I thought you were asleep.", he muttered. His voice and face revealing no emotion. Eleanor shook her head. "I wos jus' reading tha' book ya let me borrow. Quite interesting if ya' ask me.", she said smiling.
"Forgive my absence in bringing you lunch. I was occupied in something.", he apoligized. His voice still held no emotion, but Eleanor saw the sorry in his eyes. "Don't worry bout' it, love. I haven't been awfully 'ungry these days anyway.", she said waving her hand. She really hadn't even noticed that she had skipped lunch.
"I brought your tea. Incase you were in pain.", he said, after a few moments of silence. Eleanor shivered at the memory she acquired when she first sipped the blasted liquid. As much as she hated it, it was the only thing that helped her torment. She nodded as he handed her the cup. Eleanor took a deep breath and held her nose as she swallowed the whole substance. She shuddered as the taste remained in her mouth. rolled his eyes.
"Really, Mrs. Lovett, you tend to over exaggerate at times.", Mr. Todd said with a tint of dissaproval in his voice. Mrs. Lovett placed the cup back on the tray and frowned at him. "I wos' not exaggeratin'. That stuff tastes' bloody terrible. I want to see you drink tha' without cringin'.", she answered him. Still tasting the horrible liquid. "I would like to take you on that challenge, but I'm afraid you need it more than I do. Remember? Waste not want not.", he replied with a smirk. Eleanor narrowed her eyes at him, but decided to change the conversation.
"Wot were ya' doin today tha got ya' occupied.", she questioned. Sweeney frowned. "I opened my shop." Eleanor's eyes widened. "You wot'! But wot bout' the", Mr. Todd raised his hand to halt her rambling. "I worked, Mrs. Lovett." Mrs. Lovett formed an 'o' as she caught on to his words. Then curiousity struck her. "Why?", she asked. Sweeney gave her an exasperated look. "Well how do you plan on paying the rent, if you cannot work? Honestly Eleanor, I think I took your intelligence for granted.", he finished, shaking his head. Eleanor rolled her eyes at him. But inside, she felt a joy overwhelm her.
Mr. Todd then eyed Mrs. Lovett catiously. "How did you enjoy your new journal?", he hard to sound indifferent. Eleanor looked at him with a puzzled expression. Curious as to why he wanted to know. "I haven't started writing in it. I wonted to wait, till I had something to write about.", she finally said.
"Ah", Mr. Todd said as he nodded. In a strange way, it pleased him that Mrs. Lovett had not began to use her journal. Eleanor grabbed a piece of celery that was on her tray and popped it into her mouth. After she had swallowed the vegetable she glanced up at him.
"So, 'ow did your day go?", she asked as she grasped another item that laid on the tray. This time a carrot. Sweeney sighed as he recalled the exhaustiing day. "It was very tiring.", he said as he sat on a chair beside her. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Trying hard to ignore the throbbing on his arms. To tell the truth, he hadn't expected so many customers that day. He was prurient as to what had brought the mob of custumors, but quickly vanished the idea. He was just glad it was over. Eleanor pursed her lips. It was her fault that her love was worn out. If only she had payed close attention to where she was going. After a few moments of scolding herself, a notion started forming on her head. She turned her eyes at Sweeney. "Mr. Todd?" "Hmn?",Sweeney answered, his eyes still closed. "Do ya' think ya' could carry me to the living room?", she asked. Mr. Todd finally opened his eyes, and wearily looked at Eleanor."What do you need?", he implored. Eleanor gave him a sweet smile. "I jus' need ya' to take me to the piano.", she commented. Mr. Todd raised a perfect, dark eyebrow. "Why?"
"Cos' I think I know how to get ya to relax.", she answered. Her smile kept in place. Sweeney sighed and got up from the chair. He avoided the soreness on his legs, and proceeded on carrying his landlady. Once she was in his arms, he continued to make his way to the living room. He felt relief wash over him as he spotted the instrument and sat Eleanor on the small bench. After he was sure she was not going to fall off the seat, he paced toward the couch and laid that he was resting his body once again.
The corner of Mrs. Lovett's lips rose at the sight of Mr. Todd. He reminded her of a child the way he was laying. Eleanor then turned to the grand instrument. She flipped some pages on the book that sat atop the piano. Finally deciding on Piano Sonata No. 10 in C major . She stretched her fingers, and began the music. The charming music filling the room. It wasn't long before Sweeney's face expression softened and found himself falling to unconsciousness . Eleanor continued to play the enchanting music. She treated every note with care, gradually keeping pace with her inner metrenome. It was then that the last notes were played and Eleanor was finished with the piece. She looked over at her dear companion and wasn't surprised to see him asleep. It was the first time she had ever seen him slumber peacefully. Mrs. Lovett got off the bench and crawled to his side. She bit back a quail as she got onto her knee and placed a kiss on his forehead. Mrs. Lovett caressed his face for a few moments, then went back to crawling to her bedroom. She didn't really know how she was able to make it back to her bed, but she managed.
Once she was under her sheets, she grasped her white, floral journal, and began writing about her day. Using the moon's illumination to guide her.
(I am soo sorry if this chapter sucked alot. I really hope it wasn't that terrible and I hope you continue reading this story. Review for another chapter!)