After I left for my room, I went to my trunk, and grabbed the doll from my trunk. I had already bought the materials for the doll while Mr. Todd sent me on my errands before I became his accomplice. Before I did anything to the poor thing, I made sure I washed the doll really well. Then I laid it out to dry. Since it was so thin it dried in about an hour and a half. The next thing I did was slowly and carefully removed the old, faded hair. Then I took the old pieces, used them to measure out the new ones, and put the new hair onto the doll. The whole process took about three hours total, and by the time I was done it was eleven o' clock. I decided to turn in for the night, and to continue on with my project another day.
I knew I was going to have the same dream as always, but I wasn't prepared for what was going to come next.
I had just found my little Aden dead from smoke inhalation, and then I was transported to what I recognized as Mrs. Lovett's bake house. I was off to the side, by the gigantic meat grinder. I looked around and saw dead bodies everywhere. I looked closer and noticed that Beadle and Judge were two of the three bodies in the room. The third was a woman, who looked vaguely familiar. As I stared at her a sense of fear and sadness coursed through my veins. I didn't know who the woman was, but it was obvious in the future I would. As I stared I noticed that Turpin started clutching Mrs. Lovett's dress, which made her scream bloody murder. A few moments later Mr. Todd came downstairs.
"Why'd you scream?" He asked, clearly flustered.
"He was clutching onto me dress, but he's finished now." Mrs. Lovett said shaking her head as she tried to move the woman toward the oven.
"I'll take care of it. Open the door," Mr. T said quietly.
Mrs. Lovett continued to struggle with the body, completely oblivious to what Mr. Todd was saying.
"Open the door, I said," He said as he moved her away from the body.
She gave Mr. T a worried look, and did as she was told.
The light from the oven shined on the woman, and Mr. Todd stopped to stare at her. Slowly, he walked towards the bloody corpse. He brushed her hair back with a blood stained hand, turned her over, and whispered, "Don't I know you, she said." He paused for a moment then said, "You knew she lived."
"I was only thinkin' o' you," Mrs. Lovett practically cried.
Mr. Todd looked up from the body long enough to glare at Mrs. Lovett, "You lied to me."
Mrs. Lovett shook her head frantically, "No, no, not lied at all. Now I never lied."
Todd turned back to his dead wife, "Lucy…"
Mrs. Lovett shook her head again, and tried to drown out Mr. Todd's last words to his wife, "Said she took the poison, never said that she died."
Mr. Todd continued to sing, "I've come home again."
"Poor thing, she lived, but it left her all weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there, in bed. Should've been in the hospital, wound up in Bedlam instead. Poor thing. Better for you to think she was dead."
Mr. Todd rose from where he was kneeling, "Lucy… oh my god."
"Yes, I lied because I love you. I'd be twice the wife she was."
Mr. Todd swayed on his feet, for a second I thought he was going to pass out from shock, "Lucy, what have I done?"
"Could that thing have cared for you like me?"
Todd whipped around with a look of fury on his face, "Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder. Eminently practical, yet appropriate as always, as you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past. No come here, my love. Nothing to fear, my love. What's dead is dead."
All the while Mrs. Lovett was backing up, eyes wide with fear, "Didn't mean it. Everything I did, I swear, thought was only for the best."
As soon as Mr. Todd said that there was nothing to fear Mrs. Lovett's started panting, and her eyes filled with relief and hope, "Can we… please be… married?"
Todd smirked and began to waltz around with the wench, "The history of the world, my pet-"
Mrs. Lovett smiled, "Oh Mr. Todd, oh Mr. Todd, leave it to me."
"Is learn forgiveness, and try to forget."
"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy cozy. By the sea, Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy."
"And life is for the alive, my dear! So let's keep living it!"
Mrs. Lovett was oblivious to the anger Mr. Todd had written all over his face, and joined him in song, "Just keep living it, really living it!"
Mr. T threw Mrs. Lovett into the oven, was left screaming for her life, and the smell of burning flesh filled the bake house.
As Mr. Todd crossed the room towards his wife I felt a small fluttering in my stomach, then a rather forceful kick.
'Oh my god,' I thought, 'I'm pregnant.'
As I reveled in the fact that I would indeed be a mother again Toby came out from hiding in the sewers. Toby picked up the razor Mr. Todd had dropped on his way to Lucy. The next thing I knew was that Sweeney, my Sweeney, had his throat slit, and was dying right before my eyes. Toby left the bake house, giving me the world's worst sneer.
I ran to Sweeney desperate to find him still alive, only injured. When I was next to him I noticed he was crying.
Tears ran down my face, but I forced a smile on my face, "It's okay, love, everything will be fine. You'll live, and get through this. Both of us, together."
He blinked and started to let his head fall.
"No you don't. Listen to me Sweeney. You are going to be a father." Frantically, I put his hand to my abdomen, "Do you feel that? That's our baby Sweeney. You can't leave me when I need you most."
When I looked at his face again I could tell he was gone. I started to sob hysterically, "Don't leave me. I need you God damn it! You can't be dead. We were going to have a life together. COME BACK, DAMN YOU! COME BACK!"
I shook Sweeney by the shoulders, but knew my attempts were useless. After losing my husband and child I had found love again, which I didn't think was possible. My life had been torn apart for a second time, and all I could do was cry and scream, just like the first time. With nothing to live for I grabbed the razor used to slit so many throats, including my beloved's, and slit my own throat. Slowly, everything turned black.
I awoke in a cold sweat, and shaking. What I had just dreamed scared me more than anything in the world. I started to sob, feeling as if Mr. Todd had actually died, yet I knew he was in the room right across from me.
'Do I really have feelings for Mr. Todd?' I asked myself. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't help but fall for the man. He was as damaged as I was, and understood me perfectly. We shared a lot of the same interests, including a love for Shakespeare.
He always seemed a little bit happier with me than Mrs. Lovett. When he was with Mrs. Lovett he never smiled. With me his smile was seldom, but it was definitely there. We had fun together; we acted like two year-olds at times.
I thought back to my dream, and what I saw. With that I started crying all over again. I realized that I didn't want Mr. Todd to die. I realized that I wanted a second chance at love, and motherhood. I missed my family dearly, but I knew that I needed to find a way to get over them.
There was a soft knock on the door. I knew who it was automatically.
"Come in," I whispered hoarsely.
The door creaked open to reveal the person I suspected.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Todd?" I inquired.
"Are you okay?" he asked in turn.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to keep my feelings hidden.
He crossed over to my bed, and sat down, "What's wrong, pet?"
I flushed, and thanked whatever higher power there was that it was dark, "Nothing."
"Maybe I don't want to say."
"Why?" he urged.
"Because it hurts to think about. Can we just leave it at that?"
"No, now why won't you tell me?"
"I don't want to tell you because... because..." Tears spilled from my eyes as I tried to think of a valid excuse. Instead of telling him that this was a private matter, I did something daft.
My lips reached his, and I could tell he was shocked, but pleased. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.
He finally began to kiss back, to my surprise, and didn't fight when the kiss went deeper.
I broke the kiss, and laid my forehead on his, "That's why..."
He wrapped his arms around me, "I still don't know why you were crying."
I shuddered at the thought of my dream, and I tightened my hold on Mr. Todd.
"You died, along with Mrs. Lovett, and I," I whispered, and started to cry again.
He tightened his arms, and started to rock back and forth, all while kissing my forehead.
"Alaizabel, I am not going to die. I am going to live a long life, so are you and Mrs. Lovett. Look at me." He kissed me on the lips, which sent shivers down my spine, "I will not let anything happen to you. I swear it on my mother's grave."
He kissed me again, and I quickly broke it and continued to cry.
"Mr. Todd, we can't do this." I whispered sadly.
He cupped my face in his hands, "Alaizabel, its Sweeney now, not Mr. Todd. Love, there's nothing to worry about." He kissed my forehead, "And if you're worried about what people think, tell them to go to bloody hell."
I looked into his chocolate eyes, and saw, for the first time since I've known him, hope. My heart twisted in my chest, and I knew that I couldn't break his heart, for the sake of mine.
I softly kissed his lips, "This life don't last forever, hold my hand. So tell me what we're waiting for, hold my hand. We're better off being together, hold my hand, than being miserable alone, hold my hand. The nights are gettin' darker, hold my hand. And there's no peace inside, hold my hand. So why make our lives harder, hold my hand. By fighting love tonight?"
Sweeney smirked, "Does that mean you'll give us a go?"
I slithered my arms around his neck once more, tossed back my hair, and smiled, "What do you think?"
Sweeney put his hands on the small of my back, "I think that means yes."
I gave him a peck on his lips, "Then you guessed correctly."
He kissed me again, a kiss that made my knees go weak, my head spin, and my breathing stop.
'God damn it. I really hope that every kiss doesn't do that to me.' I thought. 'But bloody hell...'
Sweeney broke the kiss, "I should be leaving."
My heart jumped into my throat, and I grabbed his wrist in panic.
He gave me a bewildered look, "What?"
I looked at him with fear filled eyes, "Please don't leave. I- I don't wanna have nightmares again."
Sweeney looked to me with concern, then nodded, "Alright, then I'll stay here."
"Until I fall asleep?" I knew I sounded like a four year- old, but I didn't care.
"All night if you'd like," he offered.
I nodded my head, and laid down. Sweeney laid down as well, and began stroking my hair.
Softly, he sang, "Rest, little one, close your eyes and sleep tight. Rest, little one, for time is the night. Rest, little one, let your dreams float by. Rest, little one, the evening is now."
Slowly I drifted off into a deep, rejuvenating sleep.
As she fell asleep, I couldn't help but wonder what her dream was really about. I could tell she was lying, but I could also tell that she was uncomfortable. I decided to give her time, and if she wanted to tell me, she could. I continued to sing, and stroke her golden hair.
Just as I fell asleep I notice how she was smiling as she slept. She then turned and buried her face into my shoulder.
'How is it that this gorgeous woman cares for me?' I thought. 'I'm a bloody murderer... Of course, she's the one that wants to help me kill the Judge... I wonder how Mrs. Lovett is going to take this... Oh well, it's not my fault if she doesn't like it. Like I told Alaizabel, Mrs. Lovett can go to hell.'
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, to be a victim of the nightmares I've had since I came back nine months earlier.