Guess what G's? lol ha ha ha I had to say that XD! I am watching Sweeney Todd as I type. "He had his wife you see pretty little thing, silly little nit, had her chance for the moon on a string…" Okay That was random… but that song is now stuck in my head :D!! Oh well enjoy this it's Chapter 2, not many reviewed, but they will once they get into the story some more.
The events of which occurred that night had left Eleanor Lovett, Tobias Ragg, and Sweeney Todd breathless. Not to mention Judge Turpin, Beadle Bamford, and Lucy Barker that night really had left them breathless.
The change and relief of having the Judge gone and his vengeance all came to him as he saw his reflection in his now clean window. He looked the same. Nothing had changed.
Mrs. Lovett descended the stairs from Mr. Todd's barber shop. She felt the kiss of the evening breeze against her pallid skin. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Mrs. Lovett thought to herself, mentally crossing her fingers in hope, that maybe just maybe, he would see her, instead of looking through her like an invisible entity.
Dawn swept over Fleet Street just hours later, the bodies of the judge and beadle were now skinned, Mrs. Lovett had gotten up quite early that morning, she couldn't sleep with his continuous pacing which usually lulled her to sleep, but that night it didn't, it just worried her that he was still hung up on what happened fifteen years ago.
The things he had thought about Mrs. Lovett the evening before were long forgotten when he awoke the next morning. However he believed he was just worked up and over excited of the thrill he had gotten from stabbing the judge several times in his just, just thinking about it made his blood boil with rage and excitement.
Mrs. Lovett put on her cheery damask dress and carried a pie up to Mr. Todd and sat it on his desk.
"What is that?" Sweeney asked rather morosely as he eyed the pie in curiosity.
"Judge." Mrs. Lovett smirked as she watched his expression go from not at all interested to highly intrigued.
"Hmm." Sweeney studied the pie and soon a sick grin danced on his lips.
"Jus' got it out of the oven, openin' tonight and got a fresh batch 'o pies s'already." Mrs. Lovett's accent was practically rolling off her tongue, thicker than usual.
"That's nice." Sweeney suddenly lost interest and turned back around to sharpen his razors.
Nice?? Mrs. Lovett was beginning to frustrate her, he wasn't even paying any attention. "I was uh… thinkin' Mista T that maybe…" Mrs. Lovett stuttered, she hoped her voice didn't sound as high pitched and as nervous as it had felt at the moment.
Sweeney looked at her with the same blank expression as he waited for her to finish up her sentence so she would leave him alone for awhile.
"Since the Judge is gone that maybe we could…." Mrs. Lovett gulped and chuckled nervously before continuing, "Have a life of us own."
Mr. Todd's blank expression had been turned into a sudden face of annoyance, "There isn't and never will be an us, Mrs. Lovett." He then completely ignored her, evidently intent on hurting her feelings even more.
The room seemed to suddenly become pregnant with anxiety, and dismay.
Sweeney Todd simply rolled his eyes and turned his back to her.
Mrs. Lovett stood, hurting, as she tried to shake off her sudden embarrassment. She felt like a foolish nit. "'Course, love." Mrs. Lovett managed to choke out before picking up the pie and heading back downstairs.
Mrs. Lovett slammed the door to her pie shop and sat the pie back on her counter before sitting down and massaging her temples. Oh she was mad, she was mad at herself for letting herself get hopeful of Mr. Todd ever wanting to share a life with her.
Mrs. Lovett was a strong woman, she couldn't just let that broody man put her down like that, she was stronger than that. But his long broody silences were so hard to bear…
Toby walked into Mrs. Lovett's pie shop and wiped his forehead, "Somethin' troublin' ya mum?" Toby asked as he walked over to her.
"Huh? No dear, everything's fine." Mrs. Lovett smiled fakely as she stood up and ruffled Toby's hair.
Toby smiled happily before turning and heading for the door.
"Where ya goin' love?" Mrs. Lovett asked as Toby headed out the door.
"Outside mum, you said I 'ad to wash the tables." Toby replied.
"Oh… that's right." Mrs. Lovett put her hand over her forehead and sighed as she sat down.
Toby looked are her quizzically, she had been acting so strange ever since last night, "You sure you're alright?"
Mrs. Lovett glanced at him and gave him a smile of reassurance before getting up and grabbing her jacket, "Toby dear, I'm runnin' down to the market, be back in a tick, eh?" Mrs. Lovett said as Toby nodded and left to wash the tables.
Meanwhile up in his barber shop, sat the broody man himself, Sweeney Todd. He stood staring out onto Fleet Street watching the crowds of people hurry around the busy streets of London.
"They all deserve to die…" Sweeney mumbled as he paced around in his shop.
Until he saw Mrs. Lovett, she was like a rose in a garden full of thorns. Well, almost everyone. Maybe not her, maybe. Sweeney thought as he began to sharpen his razors.
Sweeney likes Mrs. Lovett, maybe. lol :D
Yeah, once again we are still trying to get the feel of the story, things will probably be slow in the third chapter but once we reach the fourth I believe it will start to warm up and get into the plot, once again, like I said, the plot is going to be quite interesting, I hope you all hope so. :D Please Review!