Author's Note: I finally got the internet back! Now I finished this. Be-Jubbles. Hahha. WARPED TOUR 08 WAS AMAZING AND YOU MISSED OUT IF YOU DIDN'T GO. Just thought I would throw that out there. Btw... read my new Sweeney Todd oneshot. It's pretty fluffy and awesome. And corny... but hey, who cares?
Dislaimer: I own the DVD finally...
They All Deserve To Die...
"Yer actin' like a lil kid, love." Nellie leaned up and pressed her lips softly against his. "Plus theres no use in hidin' it anymore."
"And what do we do about Lucy?" He asked, wrapping his arm around her.
"Toby love, coul' yeh go ter the market fer me an' buy some toffee's?" Toby nodded as she handed him the money. "Thank yeh."
As the boy left, and as he gave Sweeney a sneer, Nellie smiled unevenly.
"What are you planning, Nellie?" Sweeney asked with a frown.
"Wot indeed Mr. T." She said back with a grin as she sat in the booth beside him.
The only sound filling Sweeney Todd's ears, was the sound of Nellie Lovett's light breathing. He wanted her to speak... no he wanted her to explain what exactly her plan was, the one she seemed to have had time to think about since the death of the judge the previous night.
"Are you going to tell me this plan, or not?" He asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.
Nellie smiled but shook her head. "Patience, Mr. T, patience."
Annoyance crossed his features but he said nothing. He didn't want to upset Nellie anymore... she meant too much for him to do something so stupid. But he needed to figure out what to do with Lucy... so he could have the Beadle pay him a visit...
"I say we give 'er some more arsenic an' finish off wot she started."
Sweeney was shaken from his thoughts by her sudden outburst. "Arsenic? Again, Nellie?"
"Yeh, I figure if she already took some before, we coul' give 'er another dose an' finish 'er off." Nellie stared at him, her face serious. "An' it woul' be betta than yeh killin' 'er yehself."
Sweeney pondered for a moment. If he killed his Lucy... slit her throat... her blood would be on his hands. He would deal with such terrible regret... but then again, if he let Nellie poison her... it would still be his fault. Either way he was going to feel terrible.
"You're doing it. I'm not responsible for this." He muttered.
Nellie nodde with a smile. "I'll be righ' back with the bottle, love."
'She's going to die...'
Soon after Nellie left the pie shop, a soft knock came upon the door, startling Sweeney from his thoughts.
"'Ello? Is anybody in there?" A voice said through the doorway. "I need to see a Mr. Todd."
Sweeney knew that voice... that slimey disgusting voice. It was the Beadle Bamford. Sweeney felt himself smile as he spoke. "I'm in the pie shop, sir."
The door opened and there he stood, his cane leaning against the ground, and his hat tipped to the side. He was a sight to behold, that was for sure.
"I'm here to talk to you about Judge Turpin's disappearance..." He began. "I was told he was last seen getting a shave from you, sir?"
"Ah yes, the judge. I haven't seen him since that day either, good sir." Which was indeed the truth. "He came in for a shave and left heavily satisfied with my work."
"I see." The Beadle mumbled, walking over towards him. "Could I have a look around the shop at least, to make sure nothing suspicious is up there?"
Sweeney nodded with a smile. "Of course. Right up the stairs outside sir."
The Beadle tipped his hat and lead the way to Sweeney Todd's shop; and to his own demise.
When they enterered the dark shop, the Beadle held his nose lightly. "What is that god awful stench?"
"From the bakehouse below me neighbors." Sweeney answered, walking over to his razors. "See nothing suspicious, eh?"
"I suppose." He muttered. "Well then while I'm here, I suppose I'll get myself a shave. Got to look decent when I go around and talk to people, am I right?"
"Of course." Sweeney stated as the Beadle sat in the barbers chair.
A smile crept across his lips as he removed the Beadle's hat from his head and lazily dropped it to the floor. "So the judge is missing? Who will take his place if he is truly gone?"
"I don't really know."
"Well wouldn't it be the closest person to him? Someone who knows the law as well as him?" Sweeney hissed in the man's ear. "Judge Bamford?"
"Tha' sounds mighty fine." The Beadle said with a smile as he leaned his neck back. "You have good taste in choices, Mr. Todd."
"And in women too, I presume?" Sweeney hissed as he lathered the Beadle's face with cream.
"Tha' Lovett woman is mighty nice. The judge talked about me 'avin' her if he got to marry Johanna." The Beadle sighed lightly. "I was going to have a chat with her about it after I got meself nice and shaved."
"Something tells me that won't be happening today, Bamford." Sweeney muttered, pulling his razor from his belt.
"What makes you say that? Are you going to stop me?" He laughed, a disgusting sound. "You're a mere barber."
"One with revenge deep in his mind." Sweeney brought the razor to the side of the Beadle's fat neck and began to pull it across in one quick swipe.
"B-ben-jaa-min B-baaaa-rrrr-kk-err." The Beadle gurgled out before his last breath came from his lips. Kicking the switch beneath the chair, Sweeney watched the Beadle fall to the basement below.
Sweeney smiled in triumph. The Beadle and the judge were both dead now. He began to wipe the blood from his hands when he heard the door open behind him. He turned, blood coated across him, a glare across his features.
"Ah, Tobias." Sweeney stated, wiping the remainder of blood from his razor's sleek edge. "Bought those taffies did you? Well, why don't we go eat them while we wait for Eleanor to return?"
End Note: There you have it. : It's kind of a stupid thing for him to say... but ehhhh. He's changing. Next chapter... AMAZING. You shall be dazzled.
