Author's Note: Hello! You al thought this was over didn't you? This was a spur of the moment I guess since I didn't like how the other one had ended, so read on and tell me if you want it to end here, or continue on more.
Disclaimer: Ummmm I own I razor... but not one like Sweeney's.
"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.
There was a barber and his wife, And she was beautiful.
A foolish barber and his wife.
She was his reason and his life, And she was beautful.
And She was virtuous.
And he was-
Naive.
It was strange.
Every memory he had surpressed of Lucy had sprung forth in his mind at that exact moment, when the blade reached his throat, and for once in his life, Sweeney felt afraid. Beautiful and pale... her face shown before him in moments he barely even remembered anymore. But the one thing that made a knot tie in his chest was when they had moved into their apartment... and Nellie Lovett stood smiling at him. She looked so much more miserable behind that smile...
Why, of all times, was he thinking of her again?
Then the last sight of his wife... that day in the market flashed before his eyes and he felt time freeze; and for the first time in his life, Sweeney Todd took note of the judge awing at his wife, hidden from plain view, and the pathetic and grubby Beadle inching away from him snickering...
Then he watched himself get clubbed in the back of the head and be dragged away for something he didn't do.
And the anger rose again because his purpose was not yet complete.
The Judge.
Why did he do all of that?
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Because had it all really happened in the first place?
It had to of; the pain in his throat and the slice across it...
Is that even there?
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As he reached his hand up to his throat in the darkness, he felt nothing... no sting, and certainly not a slice. Had that meant he had imagined killing them? Killing himself?
The answer could only be found one way or another.
...
He pulled out one of the razors, one his beautiful friends, and plunged it deep inside his stomach... and before he felt the pain, he heard the splatter of rain again; and he stepped out of his shop, staring at it.
"What in the world-"
"Mr. T?"
"Benjamin..."
"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed; he didn't mean too, but as his eyes shot open and he realized he was in his shop again, he felt himself breathe a little lighter. "What is happening to me?"
"Mr. T, I heard yeh yell, is everythin' all right?" Mrs. Lovett's tiny frame showed up in the doorway and he felt himself shake again.
'This has to be a dream, Or I wouldn't be feeling this way when I look at her...' He pondered to himself, not answering her question.
"Mr. T?"
He stood and walked over to her, his eyes glazed over from lack of sleep, and she felt herself shake. "Mrs. Lovett, you look quite nice."
"T-thank yeh."
Before he realized what he was doing, he was kissing her neck, then up it to reach her lips. He kissed her long and hard, and pushed her against the wall so she couldn't escape him; and he felt her shake under his touch.
As they finally pulled away from each other he smiled uneasily. "Nellie, when I wake up from this... don't expect me to love you."
She pulled back away from him, her face wary. "Mr. T, you are awake."
Then the door to the shop opened, and in walked the beggar woman.
End Note: Sooooo there you have it. I suppose it kind of sucks, but hey, you guys can tell me what you think in reviews. That is what they are for, right? Happy Late 4th Of July!
