Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd
This one shot's based on the end of the movie, when Mrs. Lovett's dying in the oven, only she dies much slower, ha. I'm terrible…But here you go!
There was something about the darkness that always intrigued her. Perhaps it was that in the darkness everything was hidden? In the darkness, everyone was the same, all of their secrets concealed safe and sound among the shadows, mixing and melding seamlessly into them until they no longer existed. Equality…The darkness was so oddly warm, so thrilling and yet comforting. She could get lost in it, and never get out, and she did not mind that.
Not so long as the darkness contained Sweeney Todd. He was always there, lurking in those shadows, a natural essence in that darkness. In a way, he was that darkness, his soul blackened to befit it, his eyes two pits that seemed to have been born from it. Wherever he went there was darkness, that dark shroud of death that threatened all, consumed life after life, made that darkness thicker, deeper. It should have disturbed her, but Mrs. Lovett only became fascinated by it, that all consuming darkness and the man that had mastered it.
So enraptured by it, by him, she did not noticed until too late that it was swallowing her as well.
It had crept up on her so stealthily, through a crack that had formed in her heart through his callous actions, cold words. She had been unable to restrain it, and in a way she did not wish to; the beast sprang inside of her, gnashing its teeth, and she let it, let it glide over her thoughts and distort her judgment until her senses were clouded by him, her heart was black and twisted and belonged solely to him, to death.
The Devil himself held her heart by a razor, and she could only smile at him through the blood and the pain. She knew it was wrong, she knew that she should resent the darkness, but she could not. How could she resent something she loved so entirely? As twisted as it was, as distorted, as dangerous, she loved it—him—and refused not too. Without Sweeney Todd, then who would Mrs. Lovett be after all?
He had made her, this wicked murderess, through his own wrath, drawn her from that feeble light that had always flickered into the deepest black spotted with flecks of red, and she found no doors to escape it, no light switches, no anything but Sweeney Todd, and that was all that she needed. To be with him, even in darkness, even in blood…
Oh yes, she's accept that over anything, even her own life. Sold her soul to the devil, to the darkness, is what she had done, and she could never get it back. She was now his minion, his accomplice, his little dark doll willing to bend at his every whim, even if it meant just cleaning up his messes.
Oh yes, she cleaned them up exceptionally well she did, almost perfectly. Ripping through that flesh, watching it burn as blood fell to the floor…
She always kept the bake house dark to keep herself hidden, to mask her deeds. To see it in the light would break the spell, that deep, dark spell she had been placed under by her heart, and she refused to let that happen.
To burn forever in the darkness with Sweeney Todd was her dream, and was so close to accomplishing it…
Until she remembered just how cruel the darkness was. Although things were hidden, they could still sneak up on her, attack her and shred her to pieces. And to her heart, her body and her soul, that was exactly what had happened.
The light had entered her, that unwanted light, and had scalded her, bright flashes of brilliant red and vibrant orange that cut into her frail skin, so accustomed to the dark, ripped through her decaying heart.
She could not be saved form this burning light—not when the one she loved himself, that devil, that dark angel, had did this to her, shed this light and set her body ablaze in fire and pain. The two became so tangible as she drew in her final breaths, preparing for the ultimate darkness, that place she belonged.
His eyes watched her, the only dark things that reflected the light of hell, and she wanted to laugh, but she was too busy screaming. Watching the light consume her, the light that had been so long absent from her psyche, her spirit, her soul…It was the most ironic way to die.
Those eyes would follow her into that ultimate darkness, always burning so bright despite the black, dancing with the flames that had turned her to ash, reflecting her own screaming visage.
The darkness…It was Mrs. Lovett's only love now.
I know it was kind of short but I wrote it at the last minute, cuz I just finished watching the movie with a friend. As usual the ending made me unbelievably sad, and I thought about how Mrs. Lovett died, and thought it might have been symbolic or something, so I just threw this together. Still, I'm sorry it was short and dialogue less; I tend to go more towards feelings instead of dialogue. Please Review and I promise to write more!