Author: Rio-Brazilian-Girl PM
A series of events can change Fleet Street forever. Note: Lucy died when she took the arsenic. This is my first fic, so please, be nice. English is not my first language, I'm sorry if I wrote something stupid. I hope you enjoy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Eleanor L. & Sweeney T. - Chapters: 24 - Words: 33,338 - Reviews: 94 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 03-19-13 - Published: 11-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8693292
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Mrs. Lovett has always loved the sea. But as the sea, she loved walking through the park. She liked to feel the wind in her hair, she loved walking through the grass and even play with the kids. And today was a perfect day for a walk through the park. The sun had finally appeared, showing his brilliance and warmth. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, no clouds.
If this was four months ago, she probably couldn't do it. The barber's revenge was taken all the time she had. But now Judge Turpin was killed, along with Beadle Bamford, so the most famous barker in London could finally breathe.
She woke up early that day, and prepared a lovely picnic basket. Her son, Toby, loved the idea of walking through the park.
While she was cleaning the kitchen in the morning, Mrs. Lovett looked out the window, at the Barber Shop.
Mr. Todd almost never spoke to her. Now, he wasn't even looking at her.
Mrs. Lovett thought about trying to talk to him, but she gave up the idea. She loved him, but if he didn't feel the same way – and that was very clear - she wouldn't fight against it.
Finally, she had given up. She had given up trying to win his love. Now, she accepted what she had, which isn't say that she wasn't happy. She had her Pie Shop, she had a son – her Toby - and she had more money than before. She couldn't have the love of a man, but at least she had some peace.
However, if the barber look after her, she would leave a little food and a note for him.
Then she and her son went to the park.
- . -
Sweeney Todd woke up with a huge headache. Again, he had drunk too much. He took two or three bottles of gin.
Everything seemed confusing. His stomach ached, his mouth tasted strange.
He had no desire to get up. He sighed. It wasn't the first time he woke up that way after drinking more than he should.
He started drinking after Judge Turpin's death. He drank almost every week, almost every day he was drunk. But he didn't allow anyone to go up to his shop. He locked himself in his apartment.
But the barber was a vacuum in his chest. It was like he was missing something. His heart was sore and gin apparently softened the pain. But Sweeney knew this couldn't last forever.
It had been four months since he had fulfilled his revenge. And it was almost six months knowing that his Lucy was dead. His lovely wife had died. No one and nothing could change that. However, the loss of his wife didn't hurt as much before.
After two hours of waiting, Sweeney Todd stood up and walked to the window.
It was a beautiful summer day. Mrs. Lovett loved days like this.
Sweeney frowned and shook his head. Why he was thinking of her?
The barber sighed.
Today wasn't the first time he was thinking of her. Two months ago, his mind had been invaded by this woman. And last month the barber began to dream of her. And in those dreams, they did very inappropriate things.
And of course he felt guilty. He was a big pervert. Eleanor Lovett was a respectable woman now. Sweeney had no right to think of her that way.
So Sweeney avoided contact with her. He just spoke with her when he needed something, like food or some clothes. But he didn't look her in the eyes. He knew that if he looks at her, he will lose control.
- Damn it. – He muttered. – What are you doing to me woman?