AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD: DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET FRANCHISE!
Chapter Six: Locked in the Bathroom,
"To give you you're rent for the month, Mrs. Lovett," He said calmly, placing a few coins in her hand before stalking off to his room above. She sighed, hopes dashed, and placed the money in the purse she kept hidden in her corset, a place she knew no one would dare think to look if they tried to rob her. She walked back to room with the children to find them sleeping, huddling in a corner. She placed the blanket over them and left to the bathroom down the hall.
There, she drew the bath and heated the water. Might as well finish up early today, she was out of pies anyway and too tired to even think of going downstairs and putting all the meat that she had just received from Mr. Todd through the meat grinder and bake them into more pies for the one or two customers that would come this late to her shop. It was a waste of meat. She sighed again, though this time more because she was tired than disappointed. She reached behind her and began to undo the many laces of her dress, letting it pool around her feet before kicking it to the side. Next, she pulled her under-dress over her head and tossed it on top of the dress, followed suit by the unlaced corset, the money placed on the sink.
She lowered herself carefully into the bathtub letting the dirt and grime of the day wash off into the water around her. She leaned back, enjoying the feel of the warm water as it washed over her shoulders and neck. She shut her eyes and let out her hair from the pins that trapped it in her messy bun. She watched through half-closed eyes as her hair floated through the water, little strands breaking apart from the mass slowly. Slowly, she relaxed enough to nod off, taking a small nap in the peaceful water.
Mr. Todd, finished cleaning his razors of blood, tore off his bloody shirt and made his way to the bathroom to wash it clean in the tub. Seeing Mrs. Lovett's bedroom door closed, a flickering light from a candle fluttering within, told him she was most likely in her room reading or whatever else she did in there, after all he had no desire to know of her personal life. He would be close with no one if he could help it. Revenge on society first, friendship last. Shaking his curly red locks he opened the bathroom door and at first did not notice the sleeping Mrs. Lovett, lying in the bath, but soon enough noticed.
Trying to escape the bathroom before she awakened, he reached to open the door, but to his horror, it was locked from the outside, a fluke of the door that he ad forgotten. Turning back around at the sound of disturbed water, he saw that Mrs. Lovett was awakening from her sleep. Not sure what exactly he could do, he tried to quickly throw his blood-stained shirt over his head, hoping too cover himself before the already affectionate Mrs. Lovett saw.
Mrs. Lovett stirred from her sleep as a slight commotion was heard beside her. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, slightly murking her vision for a second or so before her eyes were able to refocus in the shocking dimness of the bathroom, her nap had been longer than expected as the candle had nearly burned out. What shocked her more was the figure of a man, lurking by the door. Nearly jumping out of her own pale skin, she quickly reached for a cloth of any sorts to cover herself with. Once she had, she spoke.
"Alright, ya joker, who are ya?" She said, a slight anger in her voice. "Cause whoever you think ya are -" Shock hit her as she recognized the man. "Mr. Todd?" She asked, slightly dazed.
"Yes, Mrs. Lovett. Contrary to whatever you might think, I hadn't the slightest clue you were in here. We're locked in." He said, averting his eyes from her as she rose from the bath and placed her under-dress on.
"Locked in you say?" She muttered, a slew of ideas running through her very, creative, mind.