Splintered Dreams

(Chapter 10)

By: Sweeneytodgirl58

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Her dark, amorous eyes had looked up to him. Her pink, devine lips parted slightly as she reached up on her toes to reach him. He knew what was coming. It didn't take an expert to know what was going to occur. And yet, despite it all, he couldn't bring himself to shove her away. He had only acted on instict when he had reached out to grasp her from her fall. He hadn't had the slightest clue what predicament he was going to find himself in. As she afflicted her lips against his, he could only stand still. Freeze against her physical had remained as they had for what seemed an eternity. His entire, operative body, becoming numb against her. Just as he felt she was going to pull away, he finally reacted. He tightened his grip against her thin waist, and had forced his lips to act. Her lips against his had felt exquisite, and he had not wanted the feeling to end.

He could feel her surprise, and that brought him enough satisfaction to continue. And then, the moment they both dreaded arrived. The moment on which they both had to respire. At that moment, Sweeney's blank mind, sprang into action. What had he done? He refused to continue to stare at his landlady and had therefore acted as though the whole affair had never occured. Mr. Todd could hear the dissapointment in her voice as she bid him goodnight, and he had felt guilt.

He obliterated the idea on asking her to stay awhile longer, and had paced the entire night. He tried forgetting the situation that had occured by imagining his late wife's physical appearance, but the display in his mind would then transform her silky, yellow hair into red-untamed curls. His wife's sunlit glow, altering into a more enchanting paleness. And just as the kiss had been on his mind the entire night, it had continued the day after.

The recollection of her lips against his had grown too strong, that he had to closed his shop that day. Toby, his apprentice, had shown up a couple of times during the day to present him with meals( He did not even notice that his landlady was also trying to avoid him.), asking him if he was well. Mr. Todd simply nodded, and craddled his head as the image of his landlady ran through his head non-stop. When the child had left, Sweeney had proceeded his pacing, not once forgetting the memoir of her lips.

He tried everything to cease the images; he sharpened his razors, but stopped when he almost sliced his finger.

He thought back onto the memory of the despicable Judge's death, but the red blood reminded him somehow of her red hair.

And finally, he had tried reading, but when the books mentioned lips, the whole matter would start over again.

As the stars appeared in the black sky of London, Sweeney had had enough. He clutched his jacket and practically ran downstairs. He was going to set matters straight by telling her the kiss was a mistake. Mr. Todd barged in her shop, and found it empty. Sweeney tore into her bedroom and again found it empty. Mr. Todd emmited a sound on the back of his throat that resembled both a growl and a groan. Weary of his mental battle, Sweeney made his way to Eleanor's bed, and took a seat. He would wait for her to come, for she had to come sometime. He didn't have the energy to look for her, for his cerebral sparr was enough to drain all his remaining energy.

After a moment of silence and gandering around, Sweeney's attention was caught by something that was lying next to him on the bed. The pearly-floral cover gleaming up at him as if begging him to open it and read it's secrets. Taking a second glance at the bed-room door, Sweeney grasped the notebook and flipped it open. Sweeney's eyes went left to right; his eyes devouring every bit of information. As he scanned through the pages, something stuck out to him.

Suddenly, as he read the words over and over again, the memory of the kiss vanished. Sweeney's eyes narrowed s he read the words once more. In the instant he finished reading the final sentence for the third time, a veil of rage was placed over his eyes. Rage, anger, disgust. All of these emotions, pricked at Sweeney Todd. Sweeney slammed the journal shut, and turned his entire focuss on the bedroom door with narrowed eyes. Oh, he would wait for his dear landlady to appear, and when she did, may god have mercy on her soul.

For the words, "His Lucy lives", had brought upon his rage.

The kiss. It had been the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her lifetime. She had always dreamed of his admirable lips pressed against hers, but never had she imagined how delightful it would be in real life. But no matter how astonoshing the scene had been, it did nothing to abolish the pain in her heart after. For as Mr. Todd bade her farewell in his monotonic voice, it had felt as if one-thousand razors had thrusted upon her heart. It had taken all of her self-control to not cry out in dismay infront of him.

That night, she had cried herself asleep. For she knew no matter what she did, he would never notice her. Yes, he had taken care of her while she had been un-well, but that was probably because he didn't want to be left alone to fend for himself. The next day, she had avoided him. She didn't think she could face him, and not weep at his presence.

Eleanor feigned a smile at her customers, and did all everything she would normally do. Of course, the body of both the beadle and the judge had been too decomposed to be added to her special pies(Not to mention they had smelled awful. At least she had been able to dispose of them correctly and burn their dead arses), so she had to send Toby to bring normal meat.

At first, Mrs. Lovett had been nervous. For she did not know if her clients would detect the new beef. Of course, the fear soon banished as her customers devoured the meat without any suspicion. As dissapointed as she was with her dear barber, she still couldn't imagine not tending to him.

So she sent her son to bring up his meals. Hours went by, and the time had come to close her beloved shop. As Eleanor flipped the sign to close, she asked Toby to go to sleep(At first she had been curious as to why he had not been with Mr. T, but Toby informed her that the barber had not opened his shop that day.) Mrs. Lovett washed the remaining plates, and was ready to head of to bed, when she remembered something. Grunting in frustration, Eleanor made her way to the bake-house. She couldn't believe she had almost forgotten to grind the meat for the next day.

Half an hour later, Eleanor gasped for breath. She abhorred grinding the meat, but it was a job that had to be done. Turning the oven off, Mrs. Lovett made her way to the washroom to wash up and rest. Mrs. Lovett washed off the remaining blood off her person(she never thought she would be grateful to be bathed in animal blood), and sighed with relief as she neared her bedroom. Eleanor stopped in her tracks as she gazed at the candlelight that was being emmited from inside her room.

With a raised eyebrow, Eleanor marched in and gasped in surprise as she gazed at the man before her. His raven hair shone in the light, and his obsidian eyes met hers. He looked absolutely beautiful. As Eleanor entered the room and closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder at his presence.

As she turned to face him, he smirked at her. Eleanor Lovett couldn't help but shiver at his glare.

I'm well aware that this chapter was short, but the thing is I wanted to make it a cliff hanger. A really good one!! I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. Please RR to see what happens to out dear Mrs. Lovett.