Author's Note: Well I think this is the end. Maybe. Perhaps...
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There Was A Barber and His Wife... and she was beautiful...
"Nellie." He pulled an arm around her waist, and tugged her close to his chest. "You're right."
"About wot?" She asked shakily.
"Lucy is dead-" She felt him sob into her hair and she smiled.
"Yes love. She isn't the same ol' wifey yeh married." She looked over at Lucy's trembling form and smiled. "So what shoul' we do with her then, Mr. T?"
Sweeney pulled away from her, a smile across his pale lips. "I know exactly what we can do."
He stared at his Lucy, his heart thumping uneasily, then he took one quick swipe with the razor, quieting her scream before it even escaped her lips.
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Sweeney Todd shook as he watched his wife fall to the floor, blood forming around her once beautiful head. It was done now, everything in his life had no purpose any longer, whether that meant with love, the judge, or anything else.
"Well that ends that then, doesn' it Mr. T?" Nellie whispered, inching closer to him.
"No, not yet." He mumbled, kneeling down to his dead wife. She looked so much like she had those many years ago...
"I suppose we shoul' get 'er in the oven then..." Nellie went to grab her life arms when Sweeney pushed her away. "What-?"
"My task is not yet complete Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney whispered, his eyes full of fire. "I have something more I need to do before I get rid of the evidence."
Mrs. Lovett froze as he came closer to her, grabbing her by the neck, and slamming her into the stone wall behind her. She tried not to scream as his lips crashed onto her neck, and yet... she didn't know he wasn't killing her.
"Calm down." He cooed into her ear. "I'm finishing what I started."
He kissed up her neck until he had reached her lips. Pausing, he stared at them, they're paleness and poutedness, taking in the beauty and sheer bliss of them, then he consumed them with his own mouth. She started to breathe raggedly as he kissed her harder, and as her hands tangled in his hair, he knew this was the opportune moment.
"Sweeney-" She breathed.
"Yes, Nellie." He stated, gripping onto the blade attached to his belt. "Farewell, my pet."
It took her too long to realize what he was doing before it had already been done.
She couldn't speak, couldn't do anything, nothing except feel the pain that was burning from the wound in her neck. She reached out to him, but then felt her breathing began to subside... until everything was gone. Nellie Lovett was as dead as Lucy Barker.
"I'll never love you, you liar." Sweeney spat down at her, wiping the blood from his hands. "All I ever wanted was for my beautiful Lucy to rest with no more misery... in a far better place than I will reside."
Sweeney Todd looked down at both of the figures, the delicate blood surrounding their pale bodies. He smiled; and then took one last slice, silencing the Demon Barber of Fleet Street once and for all.
Benjamin Barker was a dead man; and now Sweeney Todd had joined him.
End Note: Ummm do you get it? He loved Lucy and Lovett, but both needed to die. Lucy most of all, because she was miserable. Ehhh nevermind.
