Second chapter..woo-hoo! Thanks so much for the reviews/alerts/favorites. There isn't much interaction in this chapter, and it's a bit shorter, but that's because I saved some stuff for further chapters.

I primarily used this chapter to straighten out a few things.

Disclaimer: Forgot to put one in the first chapter so I'm laying one here. I don't own Sweeney Todd. Stephen Sondheim ans all the people who contributed to his story does.

His dinner was still delivered

His dinner was still delivered. He had opened his door at six to see if she bothered. It consisted of a nice cut of chicken with some pasta and a slice of fresh apple pie. Gin was in a cup beside it. He knew that she didn't completely detest him, as she seemed to project with her words.

He did feel that it was a bit foolish to say something like that to her after attacking her face like that. He wouldn't deny that both of them enjoyed it though. Did he enjoy hurting her feelings and toying with her? He didn't really feel like he did anything that she didn't deserve. But what did she deserve? What had she really done to him? Was she the one that ruined his life? She did lie about Lucy's death, but her reason was that she loved him.

He already killed her for that; did she really need to be treated to suffer more for that? Besides, Lucy was Benjamin's not his. Never his. All he was around for was to make sure Benjamin got his revenge. And he got it, right? Turpin was dead, along with many other people who did no wrong or got in the way. Then that reminded him. There's no way that people like Turpin or Pirelli got into heaven. That meant that they were here, in hell.

He felt that he should apologize a little; but only a little. Besides, in the past he only used Mrs. Lovett why should he start caring about her feelings now? He used her. Not only to hide the bodies of the victims but for other things as well. He had her cook for him, clean for him, she saved his "friends" for him, and kept Toby out of his hair.

He filled her head with senseless dreams, gave her false hope of a life with him and occasionally rumpled her bedding. He was not foreign to her curvy figure and pouty lips, he knew what they was capable of, but he used her, for her his own damned pleasure, and he kept telling himself that she wanted to do all these things for him.

Those days, he had her biting her lip so she wouldn't scream his name out and wake up Toby. Her lip started to bleed once, and he kissed her harshly, her blood on his lips.

He tried to advert his mind form his account of those nights.

He had known Mrs. Lovett for almost most of his life, actually since she was about twelve to be exact. He was about fourteen, working as an apprentice for Mr. Todd Masser, a great barber that his or (Benjamin Barker's father) had been friends with and had influenced to take him on as his pupil.

Her name was Nellie Porter back then. She had been friends with Lucy, and she was a lot less ghastly looking in color during those days, and her hair was shinier and brighter, her big brown eyes didn't look tired and broken. Older men, who were looking to marry her when she became of proper age, appreciated her unique features.

She was witty and sweet, and her mother taught her the trade of baking, she would always give extra cakes, pies, and breads to her friends. Spice cake. She would always have spice cake. She loved making it, and him and Lucy always loved eating it.

Sweeney snarled in aggravation. He didn't want to remember Benjamin Barker's memories, even if they weren't about Lucy. He clawed his fingers into his hair and tried to suppress all thoughts about Nellie.

Why did he even care? When they were alive he didn't. All his thoughts were filled with a lust for vengeance; he didn't care about anything other than that and his desires. But now, with that vengeance fire gone out, what was he suppose to care about?

He wasn't certain for now, but what ever he wanted, he got it, without care of the cost.

She was cleaning the kitchen.

She questioned herself why she even bothered to do anything for him. There's no sense in worshipping the ground that your killer walks on. But it was so hard not to for her.

She had been doing it for so long now.

Since she was twelve, and he was fourteen. She loved her best friend Lucy, who in confidence, she told all her secrets and fears to. She knew that she had a crush on Benjamin, the barber's apprentice, with his high cheekbones, beautiful eyes and dark hair. He was kind, and a good person to talk to. She would visit him everyday and give him sweets, like his favorite spice cake. They became good friends, a special bond between them.

But he fell in love with her. Lucy. And it wasn't like Lucy tried not fall in love with him back. When Nellie was about fifteen she found them in the park, kissing. Grief over came her, she said nothing and ran away. She tried to be happy for her friends for years after that. They got married when Lucy turned seventeen, leaving her with no hope for her own dreams of marrying Benjamin Barker.

Nellie was promised by her father to marry a butcher named Albert Lovett. Filled with empty devotion to her father's wish, she let herself be wedded to him. She inherited her mother's pie shop, which allowed Albert to take her business over and turn it into a meat pie shop, which allowed them to use both of their trades.

She loved Albert, but more like a friend than a husband. She rarely bedded him, although sometimes his lust for her grew too much for her to handle.

Albert died of a heart attack one year after she was married. Benjamin and Lucy, in order to have a place to stay where the rent wasn't completely too ridiculously high, ask their "Good Sweet Nellie" if they could rent out the room upstairs, where their family could reside and Benjamin could work his trade at. Besides, Lucy was pregnant.

Aside from what her heart was feeling, she allowed them. She missed her friends, and was glad to see them. But still she hid her broken heart away from their happy little family, yearning to be happy herself. She denied herself her love for Mr. Barker, told herself that their friendship could never grow into something else because of his feelings and life with Lucy.

Then the day came when Benjamin Barker was falsely accused and sent to Australia. Lucy grieved day to night about it, and she felt for her, she felt for him. Then that day when Judge Turpin casted his treachery upon Lucy, she was never the same. She tried to poison herself, but it failed, and Lucy was left with half a brain full of misconceptions that she barely remembered about her little baby Johanna, or life it's self. She wandered around on the streets, prostituting herself.

Nellie tried to stop her, she really did. But Lucy didn't recognize her anymore, as she didn't recognize Lucy anymore. She let her go, and considered her dead. The judge had sent to take Johanna as his ward a few months later.

She had faith that Benjamin would return. And when he did, she would dream that he would understand that Lucy was dead and he would consider her, and understand all the feelings she harbored for him over the years.

But Benjamin Barker never returned. Sweeney Todd emerged. He was a darker, rougher, more cunning incarnation of Benjamin Barker. She still wanted to be with him though, because Sweeney Todd was a man that never ceased amaze her, intrigued her. She found it obvious why she was attracted to him, because he was a part of Benjamin Barker, the man she fell in love with first.

But now, it seemed that she was forgetting who Benjamin Barker was, and all she wondered and cared about was Sweeney. She wanted a second chance at having a life with him. Even if he was a different soul in his tired body, that faintly payed her his attention.

She lusted after him, and he had indulged her. There was no more she could ask for, was there? But it wasn't exactly what she wanted. She wanted a life by the sea, happily married, a happy little family, with little cares for the dark world around them. She would never get it though. Dreams are nothing unless they can be achieved.

She wanted him to love her, that's all.

She heard Sweeney's footsteps from upstairs she looked at a clock that hung on the wall. It read almost 10:00 pm. His footsteps sounded like they were coming downstairs.

What could he possibly want?

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