Hey look! Tomorrow came…two months too late. Really sorry about that guys. Between shows, auditions, school, sports, family, and attempting a social life…hasn't been good. But I'm back, and I have this finished and a Glee oneshot on the way. So that's good, right? Well here we go, the final installment of Foresight!
Disclaimer: I have two DVDs (concert and movie), two soundtracks (OBC and movie), sheet music, a poster, and The String of Pearls. But the rights? I have not.
Most women would be sick at the sight of a corpse. The man's once-handsome face is now covered with blood from what's left of his head to toe, the vile liquid pouring like a waterfall from his wide-open throat. It is an image that can make even the bravest of men queasy.
But not Eleanor Lovett.
Instead, she comes up with a brilliant plan. Something Sweeney Todd wouldn't have thought of in a million years. And for the first time, he is happy.
Not in the traditional sense, no, of course not. "Happy" isn't quite the right word. Ecstatic, perhaps? Excited? Enthralled, maybe. Yes, that'll do. Enthralled.
Suddenly, without even knowing what he was doing, he grabbed Mrs. Lovett round the waist and began to waltz her around the room. He sees her grin, her wide hyena smile, and a flood of memories hits him like lightening.
"I can see the future"
A tongue poking out of a young girl's mouth.
"You're gonna go away for a really long time"
"Gotta bad feeling bout today…something…gonna happen"
A flash of auburn hair and a quick, tight hug.
"When have I ever been wrong?"
A wink and a bloodied corpse.
"You have to…kiss me!"
A blink and he was back to reality. And there she stood, fully grown, beautiful in her own way, though certainly not his Lucy. Cleverer, more practical, more cunning than either he or Lucy could have dreamed of being, though he hated to admit it. There she was, grinning joyously at the thought of murder, cannibalism. Or was it...at him?
He owed her, that much he knew was true. So before his mind could stop him, Sweeney Todd pulled Nellie Lovett as close as he could and brought his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, almost just to steady her wobbling knees, and returned the kiss with all the love she held. And for the first time, maybe in all her life, Eleanor Lovett was truly happy.
Fini
Yes, folks, it's truely over. Tell me what you thought loves, and I PROMISE, I will update more. Love always, WWPG
PS: Interesting side note. I only listened to Sutton Foster's version of "On My Own" while writing this. My reward? Listening to a new song. Chao!