Authors Note: I finally updated! Yay me! Has anyone seen The Secret Window? Oooh, creepy man... creepy...
Disclaimer: The crazy blondie and the crazed killer don't belong to me. Thank goodness.
You are young, Life has been kind to you; You will learn...
He nodded. "Came back for you, I did. All the way from Australia."
"The Judge..." She whispered, looking around.
"Won't touch you ever again. Nor Johanna."Sweeney smiled as he moved closer to her face. "Ah my love, my sweet, my Lucy!"
Lucy smiled, slightly unfazed by his words. She was still crazy... the arsenic she had drank had made sure of that... but Sweeney was sure he could do something to help her. "Benny, I love you too."
Sweeney smiled at her again, his eyes glistening. He leaned close to her dirty mouth, taking in the hidden scent of her beauty that he could still find there. Then he kissed her. He kissed her so hard that his mouthed ached from the tenseness of it. Sweeney couldn't help but shake from happiness as he tangled her dirty hair in his hands. His Lucy was alive... a tad crazy, but alive.
And Mrs. Lovett was soon going to be a dead woman. He was going to make sure of that.
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He was avoiding her. It didn't make Nellie happy that he was avoiding her, it was so much the fact that he hadn't killed her yet that made her rejoice. The last thing she wanted to do was be killed... let alone by the man she was desperatley in love with. She had continued making pies, even though he hadn't told her too. He was too busy cleaning up Lucy, and finding her the proper dressing's she deserved.
"All e' cares about is 'er." She mumbled, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I knew 'e was neva' going to care about me."
Sweeney meanwhile, had taken full responsibility of cleaning up and dressing Lucy Barker. She was a rotten mess the night she'd wandered into the pie shop, and he wanted to make her look as beautiful as she had when she had married him.
"Ah my love..." He whispered, tying the back of one of Mrs. Lovett's dresses to her. "You look so beautiful."
"Benny..." She whispered, staring into his dark eyes. "Benny Barker..."
This was all she would mumble to him, and at points, it struck a nerve on him. He was dead, in fact, Sweeney had made sure of that as soon as they entered Australia, but Lucy thought he was still the man she had married, and he intended to keep it that way.
"Yes love." He whispered, inching towards her. "I am here."
"Johanna..."
"She is with Turpin, my love." He felt nausea fill in his stomach as he spoke his wretched name. "And I will get her back for us."
"My baby girl-ee." She muttered, rubbing her hands together. "I need me baby girl-ee."
"As do I." He whispered, burying his face in her golden hair. "As do I."
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Nellie rubbed her hands together, unease filling her stomach. "I can' let meself get upset. Not aroun' Mr. T."
She pulled the grinder wheel towards her, huffing for air. The damn hunk of metal was heavy, and made her back ache. Though she knew if she stopped working now, it surely would be the end of her, because he had no room for her mistakes now. Not with Lucy here.
She had lied to him after all.
"All I wanted to do was protect 'im." She whispered.
"Protect; protect; protect my Benny." Lucy's achey voice came from behind her.
She sighed uneasily and stared at the still ragged woman. She was clean at least now, but her face was still sunken and hollow... not pretty at all like it once was. Lucy Barker was truly as dead as her husband.
"Lucy, dearie, Mr. Bar- Mr. T will be looking for you." Nellie tried to push her away from her, but Lucy stuck to her arm.
"Please, Lovett, don't eye 'im like that!" She screamed. "He's mine! I will never let you 'ave my Benny!"
Nellie froze, her memory fogging over for a moment. She had heard these words before... from this very woman, not but seventeen years ago...
"I see you eyeing him everyday Nellie!" Lucy's voice was angry, something Mrs. Lovett rarely heard.
"Who? Me dear Albert?" Nellie tried to act innocent, but her fear was pouring into the pit of her stomach like a bottle of old gin.
"No, you've been eyeing Benjamin since we've moved in here! I am tired of this Lovett!" Lucy's voice was shrill, and made Nellie's ear ache. She was used to this though, because Albert yelled at her all day like this.
"I only love me Albert." She managed to say sternly. Though it disgusted her to say it, that old bloke was only a ruise to her... when the real prize had moved into her apartment only months before.
"Keep away from my Benny." Lucy said tightly, pointing her finger in Eleanors face. "Or I will personally make sure you'll never see him again."
"You're Benny is dead, love." Nellie whispered.
"Liar!" She screamed. "Liar! Liar! Liar!!"
"What is going on down there!" Sweeney's voice echoed throughout the entire basement, and Nellie felt goosebumps chill over her pale skin. "Lovett, what are you doing to my Lucy!"
"N-nothing, sir." She mumbled, pulling on the meat grinders wheel again. Sweeney had pushed opened the door, and was glaring over at Nellie.
"She seems distressed."
"Benny! I won't let her steal you!" Lucy cried, clinging to his arm. "You're all mine."
"Yes, my pet, I know." He stared over at Nellie, his eyes full of anger. He wasn't going to forgive her for what she'd done to him; he had almost kissed her after all. He belonged to his Lucy, not to some crazy baker who was in love with him.
And yet...
He felt remorse.
Mrs. Lovett had been there for him since he had started his quest for revenge, and had helped him even though she didn't have to. Lucy hadn't even tried to search for him... or even help him when he had found her. But Nellie was here, helping him, even after he despised her.
As he leaned down towards Lucy's pale lips, he felt his body shake, and he paused uneasily. His love for his wife hadn't left him, but it seemed, as he looked over at Nellie Lovett's thin form, it was surely shared with someone else now.
End Note: Ehhh, Yeah, I'll update again soon.
