Author's Note: I am baaack. I am so glad to have my computer (even if it's slow) back. I missed you guys and typing. So please read on even though it is really short. The next chapter will be longer.
Dislaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd.
Oooh Mr. Todd, I'm So 'Appy...
"Toby 'as 'er." She stepped into the shop and stared at him, hurt across her pale features. "Why do yeh have to act like that to 'er?"
"That thing is not my wife."
"But she was once," She kneeled beside him and pressed her hand onto his pale arm. "Look Mr. T, yeh've been doin' all this stuff fer 'er, and are yeh really gonna' throw it all away now?"
"I don't know what to do anymore, Nellie." Sweeney pulled his arm away and held his hand against his forehead. "I don't know about anything anymore."
"Wot do yo mean?" She asked, looking up at him.
He averted his gaze from the window and straight into her eyes. "Nellie, I need you."
She froze, letting his words sink into her head. He had just told her he needed her... for the first time in a lifetime.
"M-Mr. T, wot are yeh talkin' about? Yeh need Lucy, not me..." She stammered, stepping back from him.
"No." He whispered. "You've been here for me. You're the one who keeps helping me when I don't ask for it. You're the only one who hasn't given up on me."
"Wull, I know that... but still. Lucy is yer wife!" Nellie mumbled, her body shaking.
"I didn't say I loved you, Nellie."
She froze, seeing the smirk across his face as he mocked her. She was angry, because she had let him toy with her emotions... and she let him trick her into thinking he needed her like that.
"Sweeney Todd, just because yeh 'ave every capability of killin' me 'ere and now, I will not stand fer the way yeh talk down ter me! It's like I'm a piece er trash that yeh can toy with!" She yelled, pointing accusingly as him. "Yeh know perfectly well I've been in love with yeh since I've known yeh, and you use that as an advantage ter make me do wot you want me to!"
"Nellie, calm down." He stated, narrowing his eyes.
"I will not!" She screamed. "I'm tired of no one carin' about wot I want!"
"You've never told me anything you've wanted, Nellie."
She dropped her hand away from him and stared at him for a moment. He was right... she never had told him what she had wanted. She had no right to be yelling at him like this... not until she at least told him what she wanted from him.
"I-I want a real life, Mr. Todd. One away from Fleet Street." She whispered. "I want a life by the sea... where I don't 'ave to worry about nothin' but livin' a 'appy life with the one tha' I love."
"You want to live with me?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm a murderous barber. I'm not the same person you fell in love with, Nellie."
"I know." She looked at him, her eyes stinging with tears. "But I still love yeh."
He watched as the tears fell from her eyes and onto her pale face, and he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for her misery. All he ever did was complain about the judge not coming to his shop, and how his Lucy was truly gone. It was his fault she was miserable.
"I-I'm sorry, Nellie." He spoke so low, she barely heard him.
Her head shot up as he wrapped her up in a strong embrace. "I's not yeh're fault dearie."
"Actually it is." He pulled his face away from her hair and smiled lightly at her. "A life by the sea, hm?"
"Yeh." She smiled back, feeling her stomach churn at the sight of his grin. "All I ever wanted, love."
"Perhaps I could give you that much." He pulled his arms away and grabbed one her hands. "But I still don't love you."
She looked down at the ground, her stomach dropping. "Thas alright. At least yeh care."
Seeing her disappointment, Sweeney leaned closer to her face, making sure to let his hot breath fall on her lips. "Of course I do. I'm not completely incapable of that, at least."
Nellie's knee's buckled, but she managed to hold her composure for another smile. "I know that much, Mr. T."
"You should go take care of Lucy now, before Toby passes out for the night."
She nodded and turned away.
"Nellie?" He asked before she opened the door.
"Wot is it?" She said, turning to face him.
Instead of speaking, he swept closer to her, making sure to brush his lips ever so softly against hers in a light kiss. He felt her try to give into his lips, but he pulled back before she could do anything of the sort.
"Good night." He turned away from her and heard the door slam shut, then he felt the tears sting his eyes. "And farewell."
End Note: Chapter Ten Will Be Up SOOOOOOOOOOOOON. :3 Reviews are loveee.
