Warning! This story is rated M for a reason! Please be aware that this chapter is pretty explicit, and if that's something you're not interested in, don't read!
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Chapter 1: Ms. Lovett: Driven by Love
Darkness. It consumed my soul and mind, and I gladly breathed it in, enjoying the feel of the power. Fear no longer was a threat. Together, as a force, we were unstoppable. I smiled to myself as these thoughts came to mind. Walking through the tunnels, I ran my hand along the wall, humming quietly to myself. I did not need a light or guide, for I knew the route by heart. Then footsteps. I stopped, pressing my body up against the wall.
A hushed whisper and quiet breathe. His hands found me-a soft caress against my face. I tensed slightly at the touch, never fully knowing if I was to receive violence or gentleness. I knew full well he was aware of my fear, even though I myself denied it at times. His strength was great; I had seen him kill many times and although I had as well, the look that would fill his eyes of murderous rage sometimes terrified me. Still, I was the only one who could ever understand his ways; his need for blood to be shed.
His bloodlust was what kept me returning to him. I was somehow drawn to his dark side that had always existed inside of him, ever since he was born. Because of it, I was able to fully unleash who I was as well; a goddess of the night, a demon trapped in human form-or maybe the second one was him, I wasn't too sure anymore. Either way, I knew what I had become a part of, and there was no way of backing out of it, not now or ever. Much time had passed since we had began our course of killing, and thus far, we had not been found out. Although we had encountered a few close calls, for the most part the people and even the Law of London seemed to be pretty clueless to say the least.
I heard him chuckle under his breath. "Just where do you think you're going, Mrs. Lovett?" His voice was soft yet threatening. "You should know not to just wander off by yourself, it's not safe."
"And since when have you specifically cared about my well-being?" Probably not the smartest thing to say, and I knew that as soon as the words came out of my lips. I felt him bristle, his whole body language changing. Even in the dark, I knew the expression on his face had become angry. I sighed to myself, regretting my poor choice of words.
"Come." he said sternly, pulling my arm roughly. I followed his lead, not at all fighting the tight grip he had on me. Was I a fool for succumbing to this man so easily? Probably. Did I care? Certainly not.
We followed the tunnels back to his house of death. Hardly a house actually, I mused to myself. But it was one of comfort and where I could easily find myself drifting off into a good night's rest. In fact it was here that I spent most of my time. My place seemed way too...empty. His presence consumed me and when it was not within reach I was...lonely.
Loneliness, lust, love.. Those words sort of mixed into one being these days. I thirsted for his heart, yet I knew that I would never truly receive it. It was within the past and his lost wife that held him captive. Still, I reminisced in the nights that him and I shared together, our bodies entangled into one. Although I did not have his heart, my body would always belong to him.
The day dragged on, and I found watching him was what passed the time. Few costumers had come today, and my own shop was being taken care of by my apprentices. They had long been in charge of the place, and were used to my wandering off. I'm sure my absence annoyed them, but I was hardly in the place to care too much about their aggravation. They were fed well and had a place to stay, a far better condition than many others; including the few boys Sweeney would hire around his place. Most of these apprentices kept to themselves, but every now and then one would become too nosey and we would have to take care of the problem.
Sweeney caught my glances; my admiration of his body. A smile spread across his face; not one of happiness, as one looks at his Love when his heart leaps with joy, but one of amusement at my obsession with him.
"What is it my pet?" His voice was soft and deadly. Pet. That's what I was to him. His. My heart sped up a little, and I looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. Quickly, I tried to think of an answer. Few words were ever spoken between us, but when they were, I had to be careful with mine. Sweeney was quick to anger, and I knew I would become the object of wrath if not cautious.
"Regarding what I said earlier..." I responded with quiet words in return, slowly looking up to meet his eyes once more. He looked at me in question, as if to say, yes? His silent words urged me on.
And then, he was next to me, fingertips slowly running along my face yet again. Although his hands were rough from all the long hours of work, his caress was gentle. No more words needed to be said. I had been forgiven. At least until the next wrathful event.
Then, the door opened and we found ourselves flinging our bodies away from each other as a customer walked in. Oblivious to the moments we had just been sharing, the man nodded to me and turned to Todd.
"Just a good quick shave for me today, sir. Passing through the city rather quick like and saw your sign, thought it'd be a good idea before I travel to my destination."
Sweeney smiled, eyeing me from across the room. We both knew this would be a customer who would never again be venturing out of this shop. Sweeney gestured to the barber chair, taking the coat off of the man.
"Of course, sir." Sweeney replied "And just where is your journey taking you to?"
"Oh, quite far away. My late wife died about a year ago and after the remorse, I finally decided to go and see the world myself..."
The two chit chatted for a while, and Sweeney slowly prepared the man for his death, taking his time with the shave. Quietly I left the room, deciding to call it a night.
I followed the stairs to the bedroom we shared, and breathed in the scent of the herbs that I sometimes hung in the windows. They helped purify the room, and made me feel quite peaceful in their presence. Not to mention the protection they placed over our home.
Pulling out a few candles, I lit them in the darkness. One by one, they slowly illuminated the room, sending shadows across the wall. It was a very dark night, but I was used to it; the city was a gloomy place and its' smog hardly ever allowed the stars to shine.
Moving slowly to the dresser, I pulled out a red laced nightgown, and started stripping down, painfully gasping for air as I loosened the strings on my corset.
Suddenly, I was being pushed up against the wall, and a chill went down my spine as I realized it was him. My body was trapped, and it was hard for me to move since I wasn't facing him. He overpowered me; and although a slight fear rose up inside, I also was consumed with longing for his touches.
"Do you need some help with that?" A quiet voice asked. I tensed as fingertips brushed against my skin, the scent of blood unmistakable. "Don't worry, my hands are clean...now."
I smiled at his interesting way of being thoughtful and knowing me so well. Though our words were few, we knew each other's body language almost as if the words were actually being spoken between us. Our bodies were very familiar with each other, and were comfortable with the way they intertwined each night; speaking hushed secrets no one else within London knew. We craved each other always; a lust that always consumed us. For no matter how many times we made love, the desire would never end.
Made love? I knew that I was the only one out of the two of us who thought of it that way. He was just claiming me his: I was his pet, his property. For I knew that if anyone ever tried to touch me in the way they did his past wife... he wouldn't tolerate it in the least.
Lucy...That name haunted my soul and I somehow knew it always would. She was the woman who caused pain to my heart for many years, yet was also the one whom brought him and I together. Without her pitiful last act of attention, Sweeney and I would never be where we were now; together, shedding blood on the hundreds of innocents, living within the small confined apartment where our bodies consumed each other every night, and casting dark magic upon our cursed souls to keep them hidden from the authorities.
Not the best of lives, but it was one that I would never complain about.
Sweeney's hands slowly continued to caress my skin as he undid the laces, never once stopping to actually ask for my permission to do so. His lips brushed against my shoulder, slowly making their way up to my neck as his tender kisses made my heart beat faster and faster. I shut my eyes, concentrating on his presence, and started to get more and more frustrated at the pace of which he unlaced the dreaded cage around my chest. He nipped and lightly licked my neck, and I caught my breath at his touches.
Then, the corset. It fell down my waist, finally giving me fresh relief from its entrapment. Suddenly, his hands cupped my breasts forcefully, and a low growl escaped his lips. I reached back, entangling my fingers in his hair, wanting more of his delicious embrace. In return he leaned down, quickly picking me up in one swift move. My heart beat rapidly, and my breath was no longer steady. It was rather heavy from anticipation, and I longed for the moments when we would soon become one; lost in a world of pleasure and lust.
He tossed me onto the bed, and then started to take off his own clothes. I watched him carefully; never getting tired of the way his body appeared under the soft glow of the candles. He started with his shirt, quickly unbuttoning and pulling at its confinement, riding himself of the blood stains that were smeared across it. Next came his belt, and I eyed the sharp glisten of the razor in his hand as he freed it from its natural rest. When my eyes eventually moved back up, I realized just how easily he could entrap me.
His dark eyes met mine, and consumed me whole. They were full of enough evil that would terrify any normal person, but I was just that; not normal. I longed for him, loved him, and obeyed him. Would I ever understand why? Most likely not. But I didn't need a reason. My heart was his and he could do anything he wanted with it... and he would.
I slowly backed away from him as he neared closer and closer to the bed. Although threatening, it was strangely exciting, knowing that I was at the mercy of one of the deadliest men ever to be born. And yet, I had no problems with any of it.
Slowly, he made his way onto the bed, cornering me as my back pressed up against the headboard. A sly smile spread across his lips, enjoying my slight fear. "What's the matter love?"
With no answer, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled my body under him so I was at eye level with him. He looked down at me, running his hands slowly over my sides, breasts, and then up to my arms...
He had me pinned. And within the next moment his lips forcefully came down upon me. The desire within me was back. I locked lips, pushing my hips up against him, letting him know that I would gladly let him take me. He groaned a little bit as I rubbed my hips up against his, and he slid his head to my neck, forcefully pushing mine to the side. And then, pain. With it, I let out a cry as his teeth dug into my skin. I wriggled my arms, trying to grab on to anything for a release. A gasp escaped my lips as he continued the pressure, and I grimaced, trying not to let him know how much power he had over me.
But there was no point. Either way, he knew, and as he finally released my arms, reaching once more for my breasts, I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into his skin for a release. Finally, he let go and he moved to a breast, starting to slowly nip and lick. with the other, he grasped in a hand, fondling the hardness of my nipples. I moaned as he continued, enjoying the sensations he brought through my entire body. Although most of our events were about him having power over me, I could still find pleasure within at times.
Reaching down slowly, I started to undo his pants, trying to get what my body needed most. Within the struggle and frustrations, it became more and more difficult to have what I wanted. Sweeney pulled back, another look of amusement across his face. "Is something wrong? Or do I just frustrate you that much?"
A half growl of irritation escaped me, and he chuckled softly in return. He slid his hands down my side, scratching as he went, and then helped me to undo them. But he was taking his sweet time, just to annoy me further. And he knew that I was aware of this, for the look in his eyes was one that was enjoying my torment.
"Please." I whimpered, knowing that I was at his mercy. There was nothing more I wanted right now then him.
"Please what?" he said softly, a grin stretched across his face as he lowered himself once more on me.
"You know what.." I said with a gasp as his hand brushed against my most sensitive spot.
"Oh?" He was rubbing now, and his fingers slid inside. I moaned, clenching the sheets, about to explode from desperation. I needed him inside of me.
And then, he was. It was unexpected and amazing, and a shudder shot through me. My hands reached around him, digging into his back. He growled a little, kissing me, and biting my lip as he pulled his face away to look into my eyes. He grabbed my legs, pushing them up and on his shoulders as he thrusted painfully into me.
He was deep in, and my head threw back and I closed my eyes, needing an escape. The pain was getting worse and worse and he continued to slide in and out of me, sending sensations throughout. Although the pleasure was astonishing, it was also rough, and painful. Sweeney knew he was hurting me, and seemed to be enjoying that thought. But I wouldn't complain. To be one with him was always something I took much pleasure in, and I cried out as he threw his hips against mine yet again with much force.
Although the position I was in was quite uncomfortable, I was still flexible enough to have him push down towards my face. I gently pulled him down, kissing his neck gently, letting him know I appreciated what he was doing. Moaning softly, I nipped his ear, and a hand reached up, wrapping around my neck and pushing me down forcefully.
I know a look of fear spread across my face, for his reaction was one of power as his eyes almost gleamed. He was reminding me of his domination, and that he was in control.
I smirked. Not for long.
Pushing against his grip, I managed to slide my legs down and around his sides, wrapping them around him as we flipped. I knew that he was only letting me do this, as he was way stronger than I. I lay on top of him now, and slid up and down him, allowing his member to fully consume me each time.
We both moaned, reaching for each other in a flurry of sweat and rapid breath. Continuing like this for quite some time, I then paused, sitting up slowly, rocking my hips in a slow circular motion around him. I looked down at him, his eyes hard to read yet full of pleasure and enjoyment.
Once again, we turned over, him suddenly taking me by surprise. I struggled a little, wanting to have the upper hand, but he just pinned me down again.
"You're not going anywhere" he snarled, holding me down as he once more painfully pushed himself inside of me in a strong violent way. I cried out as he continued to do it over and over again, his rhythm becoming faster and faster.
I begged for a release, the emotion growing stronger and stronger. We kissed again, a long thorough one, crashing against each other as we were consumed in the buildup of our bodies vibrations. I couldn't take it any longer, and a feeling unlike any other shot through me.
Our hips pushed up against each other, backs arching. His grip was painful on my arms, and my release was loud, as I was unable to grasp onto anything. We both lost control of our bodies, and his name escaped my lips as I exploded with unexplainable pleasure.
He fell upon me, and we both breathed heavily for quite some time. Slowly, he unrestricted my arms, and I pulled them free, wrapping my arms around his back. I caressed his skin, running my fingertips up and down his spine. He didn't say anything for quite some time.
Neither of us did, for there was no need to. I kissed up and then back down his neck, allowing him to cool off. I was content, but wished that all of our 'love' making had meant the same to him as it did me.
Yet I knew it never would.
So...What do you think? Please tell me, for I would like to know if I should continue or not. I have ideas for the next few chapters, but will only write them if you all think I should.
I know that some of it may be a little odd (the herbs, spell mentioning, etc) but remember this is my take on the story and I'm switching things up a bit.
Oh, and thank you to the readers who did review :) I am sorry it took me sooo long to get this up. I promise the next one won't be as long of a waiting period. I'm back now and ready to write more than ever!