Author's Note: Well, I am sorry for the wait. I have been busy doing stuff for my senior project. I raised 570 for the Humane Society here in my hometown. I'm excited! Also, I noticed, these chapters have gotten longer... and they started short. Weird huh? OH! And I work at this amazing haunted house... dude I don't have a voice from screaming at people! Ahahha. Enough babbling. Read on!
Disclaimer: If I owned Sweeney Todd, I wouldn't fanfic about it... oh wait.. yes I would.
Five Years Later...
"Eleanor, you have to take care of Toby, Jazzmyn, and Benjamin. We have children. They can lose a father... they just can't afford to lose us both."
"Yeh're insane! I'm not leavin' withou' yeh!" Eleanor pressed her lips onto his with such force that it knocked them both into the window behind them. "Dammit Sweeney Todd!"
"Eleanor, I'm sorry." He pushed her off of himself and stood back up, staring at the window. "You need to leave this house, or I'll get the authorities myself and turn us both in."
Eleanor stood, her words stuck in the back of her throat as she turned away from him. She touched her lips where he had kissed her and ran; ran as fast as she could down the steps of the shop and towards Toby and the twins.
She knew leaving Sweeney behind was going to eventually kill her; but he was right, they had two children to take care of now.
But she would come back for him no matter what it took.
"Tobias, yeh better come 'ere before I kick yeh're little ass!" Eleanor Lovett yelled as she readjusted her dress. "I need yeh ter make sure Jazzmyn and Benjamin behave."
"Mum, I'm almost a man now! Yeh don't need ter treat me like I'm a kid." Toby mumbled, walking through the doorway.
Eleanor smiled, ushering him over. As he stood in front of her, she leaned up and swept a quick kiss across his scruffled chin. Over the years, Toby grew much taller than she had ever expected, passing her by at least a foot. But none of that really mattered, because he was still attatched to her like no other, and though she loved him dearly, the boy was seventeen now, and needed another woman to take care of him.
"Be good." She stated, smiling.
"I will."
"Mummy! Mummy!" Two voice rang simultaineously.
Eleanor smiled as her twins came running over to her, yanking on her dress lightly.
"Mummy, where are yeh going?" Benjamin asked, his brown eyes staring up at her.
The two of them had taken quickly to her accent, and she noticed, with a smile, that Jazzmyn had been playing in her make-up again.
"Mummy, yeh need ta stay 'ere' wiv' me an' Benny!" Jazzmyn whispered, tears stinging her eyes.
"I can' love. I'm goin' ter the market." She breathed. "I promise I'll be back soon."
The twins stared at her as she went to open the door, frowns plastered across their faces.
She didn't know that this could be the last time she would ever see them again.
Yes, it had been five years she hadn't been with Sweeney Todd, but Eleanor Lovett could proudly say, she had been a damn good mother in those years. Her children were growing up fine; the two of them acting more and more like her everyday. But something in her heart twanged everytime Benjamin would look at her. He was the spitting image of his father.
"I can' get meself lost in thought o' 'im terday." She mumbled, readjusting her hat.
The market wasn't exactly what you would call a "market"... it was more of small set of shops just a short walk away from the house Eleanor lived in. The funny thing of it was, she had a job there; a pie making job. She knew it was cliche' to work somewhere that held such horrible memories for her, but the nostalgia of pies and whom they had brought her to... she couldn't help but be drawn to them.
"Eleanor! Nice to see you." A vouce mumbled somewhere to her left and she smiled.
"Oy! Jeremiah! 'Ow are yeh terday?" She asked, clutching her basket to her side.
"I'm quite well Eleanor." Jeremiah whispered, his green eyes lingering a little too long on Eleanor's body.
Jeremiah Long was the owner of the pie shop she worked at. He wasn't much younger than her; 35 at the oldest, but he wasn't modest in his feelings towards Eleanor. She knew all too well how much her boss glowered at her from the shadows of the bakehouse. But she knew, one day, it was going to go too far; she just didn't know when.
"Well I'm off ter the fisherman's shop fer me fish terday fer dinner." She smiled, faking the half-heartedley giggle that escaped her lips as she waved.
"Wait, Ms. Lovett," He whispered, and Eleanor glared.
"Mrs." She corrected.
"Whatever. Please, I have a new pie for you to try out. I plan to sell it next week and I am in dire need of a taste tester." Jeremiah breathed, his voice a little too ragged for her liking.
Eleanor wasn't an idiot. She knew perfectly well what he was trying to do; but she wanted to prove to him that she couldn't be taken so easily, and that she would never look at him in that way. Ever.
"Oh sure Jeremiah." She smiled as she let him lead her to the shop.
She never even noticed the black eyes watching her from behind; hate soaking through their gaze.
"Why is it so dark?" She asked as they entered the back of the pie shop.
Jeremiah merely grunted as he shut the door behind him. As he looked back at Eleanor, she could see the lust clouding his eyes as he pounced towards her. She yelped, not expecting him to come after her so quickly, and she dropped her basket to the floor. He stared down at her, his eyes wide as he began to untie the front of her dress.
"So beautiful." He whispered, reaching up to touch a curl of her hair.
"Ge' off o' me yeh dirty bastard!" She yelled, kicking her legs frantically.
She was silenced by his lips as he forced his slimy tongue into her mouth. She gagged, as he explored her mouth, his body starting to tighten below the belt. She knew it was coming as soon as he had finished with her ties at the front of her dress. He was going to take her here and now and she had nothing to do but lay there and take it.
"Please-" She begged as he tore open her dress and peeled away her corset.
As her bosom was exposed, Eleanor sucked in deeply as she watched his mouth greedily inch towards one of her breasts. She was taken back by the sudden force of him being pulled away from her and a soft gurgle as she heard him drop to the floor.
Wot jus' 'appened?' Her thoughts bubbled as she covered herself with her loose dress.
"Eleanor Lovett, you never learned to never go into a dark place with a sexually aroused man before, have you?" A deep voice growled from in front of her.
She knew she should have been scared, but at that moment, she knew that if one of them was going to take her, it was going to be the man who had just entered the room.
He dropped onto her so quickly, that she didn't even have time to register fear. He was already kissing her, rubbing against her, his stone body pushing against hers with such force that she felt like she was going to break in two. And yet... it felt right. This man was moving at a pace that she was familar with; fumbling with her clothes like they hadn't been there in the first place. But she knew she needed to stop him from taking her... only one man could ever have her.
"Please stop." She moaned as he began kissing down her neckline.
"Mmm." He replied, inching closer to her chest.
As he pulled down the rest of her dress, she felt something inside of her give out. All of the self control she had had in five years was gone, and she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
"Ooh Eleanor." He whispered into her hair as he began to strip down.
"Mr. Todd." She envisioned the barber's godlike body rythmically moving with hers and she felt herself becoming even more aroused.
"Open your eyes, silly woman." He cooed into her ear as he stopped moving against her.
She hesitated, not wanting to stop imagining the glory of her loves face. But as she opened her eyes, a gasp escaped her lips.
Sweeney Todd smiled down at her, his body slick with sweat. His dark eyes were gleaming with lust as he leaned down to kiss Eleanor again.
"Am I dreamin' or are yeh really 'ere?" She whispered against his lips.
"Oh I'm here my pet, and you're little friend over there, I promise will not be touching you again." Sweeney smiled again.
"Yeh killed 'im! Wot are we goin' ter do with the body?" She asked.
Sweeny pushed himself back against her, and she moaned. "Mm, this is a pie shop, is it not?"
Then he took her once again as hard and fast as he could.
It had been five years after all.
End Note: Well there you go. A little more smutty than usual, but oh well. Please leave me a pity review if you like... :3 or a nice on if you truly like this chapter... or something...
