Splintered Dreams

(Chapter 11)

By: Sweeneytodgirl58

Wow! That took me a while, eh!? Sorry, I've been super busy, and well yeah that's pretty much why I haven't updated! I want to thank everyone who has been reading this story, as well as those of you who have reviewed! So, without further adew, here is the long awaited chapter 11.....

The second she had closed the door, she knew something wasn't right. The way his clouded eyes glared at her made her feel, insecure. Eleanor ignored the unnerving feeling and fixed her chocolate orbs at the man whom sat before her. She couldn't help but admire his marveling presence. How his obsidian eyes shone with a passion. His pallid complexion, framed by his raven locks. She couldn't help but shudder at how absolutely beautiful he looked. He resembled an ominous, infernal angel.

After taking a deep breath, and shaking her lascivious musings, Eleanor finally found her voice and asked, "Is somethin' wrong, love?" Her eyes coated with mother-concerned anguish.

As soon as the words left her lips, something unexplainable happened. The angered barber slammed Eleanor against the wall; causing her head to dent the bulwark. Mrs. Lovett recoiled from the impact and tried blinking the tears away. The blow had been so sudden and unexpected, that the pain seemed to duplicate. What had she done to upset him? With narrowed eyes, Sweeney placed his gleaming razor below her trembling chin and said in a voice filled with both dissapointment and disgust, "Why?"

The baker simply trembled beneath the cold metal. The only thought that crossed Eleanor's mind was, "He found out."

Mrs. Lovett's eyes expanded in surprise. So many questions racing in her poor, confused mind. Sweeney growled in frustration as the baker before him stood shell-shocked; lost in her thoughts. Most of the time he couldn't get her to shut up, and now she decided to go mute on him? Mr. Todd griped her slender, ashened neck with his fist, and pounded her against the wall once again. Making sure her head made a satisfying crunching sound against the surface. Wincing in extreme pain, Eleanor rose her eyes to meet the barber before her. As Sweeney gazed into the baker's tear-filled eyes, something in him churned. What it was, he did not know.

He crushed the feeling away, and went back to repeating the question he had asked earlier. "Damn it, Eleanor. Why?! Why did you lie!"

Eleanor trembled at the tone of his voice. As much as she was terrified at the moment, she couldn't help but notice his proximity. Her heart-beat accelerated, and she could feel goosebumps on her arms. Nellie mentally cursed her love and lust for the barber. After a few moments of considering what he would do to her, she finally spoke the first words that came to her mind.

"I was only thinkin' of you.", she said in a voice filled with such grief, Mr. Todd had to force his hand to stay compressed on the neck of the baker. Gritting his teeth, Sweeney answered in a strained voice, "Really? You were thinking of me when you lied to me about my wife's death!" At his words, Eleanor's eyes shot up at him and angrily snapped,"I never said that she died!"

"No, you did not. But you implied it!! You wanted me to believe that she passed away. And what I'm wondering to myself, is why on Earth you would do that. So, answer me, Mrs. Lovett. Why did you lie!?", Sweeney yelled. He then pressed the blade deeper into Nellie's throat. Making her moan in pain, and causing her bravado to evaporate. As Sweeney gazed at the single crimson drop that slided down his landlady's neck, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. "What the bloody hell is wrong with me. She lied to me about my wife, and I'm feeling guilty for her? Perhaps after so much suffering I have finally lost my mind."

Nellie Lovett cringed as she felt a second drop of blood run down her neck. "I didn't tell you she was alive, because I love you. I didn't want you to waste all of your life trying to repair the damage that your wife had done to herself.", she thought sadly. She then looked up to gaze at the man that man that she loved. Despite the fact that he hated her right now, it did not change the fact that she loved him.

Eleanor took a shaky deep breath, and said in a quiet voice, "I didn't lie about her takin' tha poison. And I did try to stop her. Slapped the bot'tle right out of her hand, I did." But only because I knew you would have hated me all your life if ya' found out I didn't atleast try to save 'er."

"But the poison wasn't enough ta' kill her. Only damaged her brain beyond repair."

Sweeney could only stare at the red-headed woman for a few moments. The information not sinking in his brain. No, it could not be possible. She was lying again. Of course, she had to be. His beautiful, virtuous wife was would never do that. Eleanor had already lied once, he wasn't going to fall for her dishonesty once more.

"YOUR LYING!!", he finally yelled. Nellie's brows furrowed in both fear and confusion. She felt shivers run down her spine as she felt the anger radiating from the barber, like a demonic aura.

"Sweeney....Love, I'm not lyin'. Honest. She took the poi-"

"SHUT UP!!"

Eleanor could only stare at the barber. His obsidian eyes shining with hatred towards her. So much hate. Nellie gasped as she found herself once again re-living the nightmare she had had such awhile back.

As she continued to writhe in her excruciate torture, she could see eyes as black as ink glaring back at her. They were filled with nothing but hatred. An unimaginable abhorrance that caused her more agony.

Mrs. Lovett gulped, and tried backing herself further into the wall, only to be stopped by Sweeney grasping her arm tightly. She tugged violently for her freedom, but it was all in vain. He had a strong hold on her. She turned her eyes at him, only to find him staring at her intently.

"What on God's name is he planning?", she thought nervously.

She tried her best to read his facial expression, but was dissapointed to find his usual stoic mask etched on his face. Then, a corner of Sweeney's mouth rose up; forming an all too familiar smirk that always made Eleanor jumpy.

"Mrs. Lovett, do you remember what I said to you in my barber shop when my first attempt to kill the judge had been unsuccessful?", he asked in a curious tone of voice. Eleanor frowned. Was this a trick question? Did he want her to remember, or was he just waiting for her to say something to kill her.

Nellie bit her lip and thought back to that day. It had been the same day she had suggested her idea on destroying the evidence of her lover's victims in a more 'recyclable' manner. She had been so content that day. To see her favorite barber proud of her had made her ecstatic. Thinking a bit more further back, Eleanor re-called the words he had recited to her.

"We all deserve to die."

He had held her in a similar position back then as well. Not knowing if it was a trick or not, Nellie decided to play dumb. She shook her head. Mr. Todd clicked his tongue in disaproval. "Now now, pet. I know you have a better memory than that.", he said while tightening his grip on her arm. "What was it I told you?!" Eleanor gasped in pain and breathed out as a reply, "We all deserve to die." Looking delighted that the baker remembered, Sweeney loosened his grip on her. Nellie bit back a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you remembered, my dear. Because now, your going to understand that all I'm doing, is speeding up the process."

Nellie Lovett raised an eyebrow in confusion at his words. Speeding up the precess? "Wait a tick, that means..."

Before she even had time to complete her thought, Eleanor caught a glimpse of the blade heading straight to her throat. In what seemed like a mili-second, Eleanor kneed Mr. Todd's crotch in self-defense, and dashed toward the chestnut door that was only a few steps ahead of her.

"Bitch", Sweeney thought as he quickly got a hold on one of Mrs. Lovett's boots, and sent her tumbling down to the floor with him as well.

The rage was controlling him, and he did not know how to stop it. He felt his anger multiply, and he could do nothing but act out on his insticts.

While on the floor, Sweeney clutched Mrs. Lovett's right ankle and tried pulling her toward yelped in surprise and tried kicking him with her other leg. Sweeney managed to dodge the assault, and dove straight toward his landlady. Landing ontop of her; caging her with his body. Nellie squirmed in attempt to dislodge herself from his hold on her, but could not compete with his strenght.

"Mr. T! Please, come ta' yer senses.", Nellie yelled in attempt to knock him out of his fury. The man had lost his marbles, and she couldn't blame him. She had, after all, lied to him about his wife.

Once again Sweeney attempted to pierce the razor into her throat, but Mrs. Lovett somehow managed to grasp his arm, and wrestle it out of his hand. Grabbing the razor, she launched herself to the door, attempting to get away once more. Unfortunately, Sweeney caught a hold of her hand, and tried to rifle the blade out of Eleanor's fingers. Nellie lowered her head, and bit his hand hard, in order to keep his hands off the razor. Mr. T let out a roar of anger that reminded Mrs. Lovett of a lion. The barber clutched the razor, while Nellie was still holding it, and attempted to plunge his 'friend' into his accomplice. Guiding her hands with his, to her heart. Eleanor turned the razor toward him, and both continued this act for a while. Then, in a matter of seconds, the blade pierced through flesh and both stood still.

Eleanor Lovett and Sweeney Todd could only stare at each other as the warm, crimson liquid oozed onto the floor.

MUAHAHAHAH!!! YES, ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER! WHO DID THE RAZOR CHOOSE AS HIS VICTIM!? MRS. LOVETT OR MR. TODD?!

RR:)