Splintered Dreams
(Chapter 17)
Okay, so I lied. But please don't slice my throat! I honestly did not like the way I had ended it so I decided to delete it and come up with something that I thought suited more. I think it did :) Thank you to all of those who take the time to read this story and yes the ending is getting closer and closer! I love you all and I hope this serves as a decent belated Chirstmas present RR :)
Disclaimer : I do not own Sweeney Todd and unfortunately, I never will. T-T
Tiny rain droplets had begun to fall from the sky when he finally decided to descend the staircase. Though the tears of the sky slowly drenched him, he did not hurry down to the shop. The boy had long ago left him to go witness his mother's awakening, yet Sweeney did not rush the meeting.
Though he could never admit it to anyone, least of all the brat, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street was afraid. Even know he could feel the adrenaline pump in his wiry veins. But this adrenaline wasn't the same that coursed through his body when he was murdering all those wretched beings.
No.
This adrenaline did not bring him satisfaction. Not. At. All.
Hysterically enough, he did not know what the fear was about. He did not know why his heart beat so, nor why his hands shook with the same force of a timid toddler. This craven attitude disgusted him extremely, yet he could not diminish it.
Todd sighed and continued his journey downstairs.
Strangely enough though, there lay a small amount of relief. A tiny flicker through the other side of the dark cave. A small treasure in the gutter.
Eleanor was alive. Eleanor survived!
The joy through the fact that she had managed to survive his brutality was enormous. If Sweeney had been a man of emotion, he believed he would have kicked and screamed. Much like Ben had when he discovered his wife's pregnancy.
He continued his way downward, a bit faster now.
As well as fear, there was excitement. He never realized how disturbing his life would be without his landlady. He longed to see her crooked smile once more. In the long five days of her absence, he found he even missed her worthless chatter. He never imagined the day that he would long to hear her unnecessary, rubbish gossip. Or perhaps was it the voice he longed to hear.
Sweeney Todd halted midway down the stairs.
He missed her annoying conversations that in the past made his ears bleed? He missed that? Did he finally lose his remaining marbles? Did he finally take a train to insanity island? How the hell did he manage to change so much in three goddamned months!
Sweeney slid his hand over his messy, now-drenched locks and pulled with all his might till his skull pounded.
Oh he seriously lost it. He needed to pay a little permanent visit to Bedlam at the rate that he was mentally heading.
How could he even believe that he missed that little wench? Sure she had had her many uses, but was it not just to get to his goal; Judge Turpin and the despicable Beadle? Well, that goal had been accomplished. And yet, here he was. Feeling guilty over a worthless woman that he did not need. His Lucy was finally laid to rest, and yet he remained in this bloody establishment! He did not need to be here any longer. Why was he still here! Why did he not just kill the little bastard of a child and finish off the wretched woman who already sucked so much life out of him.
He longed to kill her. He wanted to kill her. He needed to kill her.
Oh he needed it. Bad.
Todd fisted his right hand and cracked all of his fingers simultaneously.
Yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. He was going to murder the wretched two. And what the hell, even burn the fucking building down.
A draconian smirk formed in the face of the hauntingly beautiful demon.
And if that wasn't enough, he was willing even to write a little note that declared what Mrs. Lovett's truly ingredient was to her special little meat pies. So that even in death, her memory would be spitted upon.
The fear inside him evaporated as he felt the heat of rage consume him.
Oh that sneaky little baker would pay. She would pay for everything. She would be shown no mercy. Once he was through with her, death will be her only relief. That is, of course, if she finds an eternity of hell much more pleasant than spending quality time with him. And he would do everything in his power to make sure that she would.
He chuckled darkly as he slowly continued his way downward,
The little harlot thought that he could be changed. Oh how wrong she had been. Not only was The Demon back, he felt twice as hungrier than before. He wanted to taste the rubies once more and what better way to celebrate his full comeback than with red wine.
Bloody, red wine.
Yes. Red.
Sweeney Todd was going to kill Eleanor Lovett. He was going to kill her, because he hated her. He hated her because he loved her.
At last, Sweeney arrived to the final step.
Thunder and cackle escaped simultaneously.
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The first thing that she felt when she woke up, was the soreness from the abdomen. She was hardly able to sit up, if not for the aid of her boy. He had cried then; hugging her gently and describing to her how it was hell for him to almost lose her. How he would have seeked revenge upon the bastard if he had lost her.
She, however, said nothing.
She did not feel joy at being saved. On the contrary, she was quite melancholic at the thought of being alive. She did not belong on this world, for she had no reason to life. She was so close to finally be rid of this Godforsaken hole and rest.
Truly rest.
Nellie felt a tug at her sleeve. She gently turned her head toward her companion and aknowledged him with only her sight,
" Mum?" Toby asked; his little face scrunching up in complete confusion.
He wanted her to say something,, obviously. He wanted her to be overjoyed at the thought that she had been able to survive and wanted her to hug him and hold him and kiss him and have him working at the pie shop again and tell him that from now on everything was going to be alright and that the both of them would never be seperated, no matter what the fates decided to throw at them and that she would always be there for him...
How dissapointing this must be to him.
Yet, this was the less painful way to break the news to him that she no longer wished to live.
"Aren't ya going to say sumtin', ma?" His face was beginning to lose the joy that he had displayed when she first opened her eyes.
Eleanor simply turned her gaze back at the window. It was raining. Perhaps, if she stood outside in the freezing rain for awhile, she could...
"Mum," Toby reached for her cool hand and held it in his warm grasp. "Is something wrong? Can't ye speak? Answer me, please!"
The petite baker simply tilted her head to the side; her rusty, brown eyes showing no emotion. Eleanor saw his eyes glitter momentarily, yet he shook his head and forced a smile for her.
"I'm sorry, mum. I forgot how exhausted ya' must be. Don't you worry, though. I won't leave yer side for nothing. Ya just make sure ya catch up on yer rest."
Eleanor pittied the young child. He was just so naive. Just like her Benjamin was...
She closed her eyes as she thought of the man that she had loved for almost two decades of her life. The man that was the result of so much stress between her and her own beloved husband's relationship. Oh, how she loved him. And unfortunately, how she forever will love him. How could a something she so much craved, be the cause of so much torture to half her life? A blessing of damnation. The most magnificent rose, with so many thorns.
She hated the person she loved...
The her angel cameback as her demon, and she loved him all the more. His darkness shown light to her miserable life. His hatred towards the world brought utter love to her own little world. His disgust from her, brought admiration from him. This mysterious stranger was her soulmate.
She loved the person she hated...
Eleanor's contour remained cool and collected, but had Toby looked closer, he would have noticed the baker's hand turn into a tight fist. The knuckles becoming whiter than they already were.
The person she loved hated her...
No. She was not cut out to handle anymore pain. She had suffered gravely already and enough was enough. She was going to escape to extreme bliss and bask in the peacefullness of death. Yes. Death was the only way.
The person that hated her, she loved...
She longed to die. She wanted to die. She needed to die.
Oh, she needed it. She needed it so much.
What better way to mourn the loss of her love than to make herself the sacrifice. Death was inevitable, anyway. It was just a matter of time that it would come.
Beautiful, peaceful rest.
Yes. Death.
A dry smile formed upon her deathly pallid lips.
She hated the person she loved...she hated the person she loved...she hated the person she loved...she hated the person she loved...she hated the person...she loved.